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Friday, December 10th, 2010
12:52 pm
Ok guys, I need to get a bomb-ass gift for my sister this year and I'm in need of some assistance. She's studying ethnomusicology, so I was thinking of getting her some really cool world music, or a foreign movie that features world music. Ideas?

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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
11:05 am
Is there a particular word or phrase that offends you regardless of context?

Inspired by listening to a segment on NPR about the whole Harry Reid debacle and wondering what it is about certain words (e.g. "Negro") that has the power to offend, and why. I can't think of any words that I feel directly offended by, but there are some words that I'm offended by because I know they're considered offensive toward other people. Then again, I'm also not really a member of any minority groups, except maybe women, and most of the derogatory words for women (bitch, slut, etc.) have been pretty much stripped of their more offensive meaning over the past couple decades.

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Thursday, January 29th, 2009
10:43 am - Hey guys hey guys
Since Livejournal's pretty dead these days, and since no force on earth can keep me from posting self-indulgent ramblings on the internet in some fashion or other, y'alls should check out my blog. Eh, eh?

Also, IMPORTANT NOTE: Laura, Charity and Merit, don't click on the "Betsy Makes Stuff" link because there may be stuff I have made for you and not sent yet on it. The gods of getting stuff are watching you, and will be displeased with your failure to comply.

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Friday, January 2nd, 2009
12:19 pm - New Years Resolutions, 2009:
1.Read more comic books
2.Get ripped
3.Travel in Central America
4.Buy more useless crap at Goodwill
5.Clean my room
6.Make the ultimate dance playlist
7.Learn to play the piano
8.Sleep outside more
9.Know everything about octopuses
10.Write a letter to Tom Robbins

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Thursday, October 23rd, 2008
2:42 pm
Posted another video, go lookit?

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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
2:57 pm
So I have no idea if anyone even reads Livejournal anymore, but I just put a song of mine on YouTube and I gots to tell somebody.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-FmWe7pjHM

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Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
9:21 am
toooootally not a memeCollapse )

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Friday, October 26th, 2007
8:01 pm - Dear Students of UCSB
Shut. The fuck. Up.

Or at least do something more interesting than beer pong, so that I can want to crash your stupid party next door.

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9:49 am
Hey look something shiny!Collapse )

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Monday, October 15th, 2007
12:54 pm
Oh man you guys, Fall Out Boy covering Nightmare Before Christmas songs. Ohhhhh man.

Not that I am a fan. Because I am not. My mother, however, is. You can imagine how much personal emotional trauma this has caused me, but her choices are her own.

Anyway.

Yup. Had the house to myself this morning (more or less) and was somehow in this insanely productive mood, so I did a bunch of chores from the worktrade list and made chocolate-banana cookies (I think the concept of chocolate-banana anything is gross, but everyone else liked them) and did all the dishes and did laundry and took a shower and cleaned my car and now I've finally run out of productive things to do, short of going to work, which I'll probably put off for another hour or two. For the moment, I'm poking around YouTube and working on my second bowl of yummy homemade granola.

Tomorrow I start house-sitting for this woman named Krishna-Priya, who's a good friend of my aunt's. The house is amazing, and aside from one renter on the bottom floor I'll be alone. Psyched doesn't even start to cover it.

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Sunday, October 14th, 2007
10:43 pm
Dude, I think I like Marilyn Manson. What the craps?

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Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
2:41 pm - Meh.
So here's the status. OPA (the Organization of Permaculture and Art) invited me to work with them in Brazil for as long as I can or want to, but they can't feed me, they can't board me, and they can't help me fly out there. So I would have to find my own place to stay, figure out how to afford a plane ticket (which, from Iowa to Salvador, runs roughly $1500) and pay for my own food. I'd be working with an awesome program, I'd be in fucking Brazil, but that's still a lot of stuff to figure out. And if they're not going to make it easy for me, why shouldn't I just figure out how to fly to and stay in some other country? Maybe I could even find somewhere that would pay me to be there.

Bugger. I don't know.

I just want to go somewhere. Somewhere new. That's what I've always wanted, as long as I can remember. To just be somewhere completely new, completely different. I had no idea it was going to be this hard.

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Saturday, September 29th, 2007
11:51 pm
Updates on the volunteer opportunities I posted about a while back: the Tiger Temple is no longer accepting volunteers, which is a bummer, but to be honest I had some pretty serious reservations about living with monks for six weeks anyway. I don't know why, I didn't want to, I just did. I suspect it is my deep and abiding fear of organized religion of virtually any kind, which, I know, is sort of stupid.

I did apply to the Organization of Permaculture and Art about a week ago, by e-mail, but I still haven't heard back. This has made me somewhat antsy. I'm fine if it doesn't work out, there are so many other things I could do that it's hard for me to get attached to just one right now. But I'd really like to just know. Should I be learning Portuguese or Swahili? Should I be scrimping and pinching or selling my car and unborn children? That sort of thing.

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Thursday, September 6th, 2007
2:45 pm
TODAY IS TOTALLY VAN'S BIRTHDAY GO WISH HIM HAPPY BIRTHDAY IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY

So far I have celebrated it by reading Stardust and bottling excessive quantities of honey all day. The nice thing about my job is that the worst thing that can really happen, which is the honey overflowing when you bottle it, is also the best thing that can happen. Mmmmmmmm honey.

Anyway. I've got about two hours before I have to head off to Arts Alive to help out with some sort of childcare program they do for First Thursday, which is some sort of local event that Santa Barbara has on the first Thursday of every month. It's sort of overcast today, which is weird 'cause it's been hot as hell the past week. It's nice, though. I went for a run (yes, a run) this morning and I found this little wooded path that led to an open playground, where I swung on the swings for a bit and then attempted to climb a tree before deciding my legs (which were bare) had enough scrapes and bruises as it was. (Yet another reason why I need to become physically capable of tanning.) Someday I'll have to go out there at night. There's also a big soccer field just beyond it that would be perfect for frolicking in.


I am hella sore today. Yesterday Van and I took Micah and Iris, who's twelve, to the beach, and I climbed this big ravine that looked to be made of rock but was actually comprised mainly of perfectly formed pale dirt that looked exactly like rock, and disintegrated instantly at my touch. I made it to the top, where there was a fence and an awesome view, and back down, considerably quicker than I'd made it up but thankfully not as quickly as I could have. Anyway, whatever muscles are involved in climbing, I have none, which means they are in considerable pain today. I remember when Fran and Midget and I hiked down the quarry for a picnic (which, as I recall, consisted mostly of coconut truffles and Nutella we'd swiped from Wal-Mart) and I basically couldn't walk for a few days afterwards. And Midget made fun of me. Because she is a pygmy-Amazon freak of nature.

Not that I am bitter.

Anyway.


God damn. How can I have a caffeine headache at three in the afternoon? I JUST GAVE YOU TWO CUPS OF COFFEE THIS MORNING, BITCH. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Aagh.


That said, though, I should probably skedootch. Babies to save, dragons to slay, you know the drill.


(Who am I kidding? If I met a dragon I'd feed him the baby if he would be my friend.)

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Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
10:28 am
Two things I'm applying to do next year:

Tiger Temple

Organization of Permaculture and Art


If I am going to college next year, I want to prove to myself (among other people) that I can travel and do exciting things outside of a school system. That, and I want to get a bit of my wanderlust shaken out before I settle down in one place for a semester or a year or four.


So. What d'you all think?

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Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
1:22 am
I totally almost typed <lj-cunt>Collapse )

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Saturday, September 1st, 2007
10:44 am
Gosh dang Frank the Goat, for a cartoon goat you sure are one of the lamest mascots that ever existed. "Baa, I'm a goat! Which is kind of an obscure animal that makes funny noises! Aren't you charmed?" Lame.


Uh, anyway. It has been all kinds of forever since I posted last, and plenty of stuff has happened since then, so you may be in for a good sit. So no hard feelings if you make with the skimmage.


As most of you know, a couple weeks ago I moved from Iowa City to Santa Barbara, CA to live for a few months. Right now I'm living with my aunt Jan and my brother Banks and some friends of Jan's who own the property we all live on. Their names are Jan and Matt and they have a seven-year-old named Micah who is in love with Banks. They sort of remind me of my parents, only happier. They live in the house, which they built, and Banks sleeps on the back porch and takes care of Micah in exchange for living here without paying rent. My aunt lives in a yurt in the backyard, as does her husband occasionally, and I usually end up sleeping in her stepdaughter Iris's yurt while she's at her mom's, although pretty soon I'll be setting up camp down in the jungle area behind the house so I can sleep there when Iris is here. What I do in exchange for living here without paying rent is not entirely clear, but I pitch in as much as I can and generally just praise the gods for making people as nice and generous as Matt and Jan. (Did I mention they also give me free food, and Jan is a fantastic cook? Who makes pancakes every Sunday??)

Anyway, since I'm not really paying rent I don't really have to be working, but I figure any opportunity to save up some money is one I should probably be grabbin' up. So I've been working for this honey company bottling honey in their shop and selling it at the farmer's market. The bottling part is sort of monotonous, but in a good way, and the people are really nice and sometimes not even there at all, and I can listen to music and talk on the phone while I do it. The farmer's market part is awesome. Everyone is friendly and happy and nobody gives me shit about prices or where some coworker's attitude or where are the housewares located, oh wait I see them they're right in front of me under the sign that says housewares. So that's pretty good. I don't have many hours though, so I'm thinking about getting another job. There's a nifty vintage shop on State Street that's hiring and I also might be able to get a job at this yoga store in town, so we'll see.

Also, for the past week I've been volunteering with this program called Arts Alive that basically just all sorts of art and theater classes to all ages of people. They have these week-long camps in the summer and I just volunteered to be sort of a teacher's assistant for one of them. So that was pretty much awesome. The kids were amazing- most of them were about five or six, and about as much trouble as you'd expect five and six year olds to be, but they were all really good kids, to say nothing of friggin' adorable. And the best part was, the teachers all really liked me and said I was the best helper they'd had all summer, and it sounds like they might be interested in finding me some sort of paying job with Arts Alive, which would be thoroughly nifty. I can't imagine getting paid to work with little kids and art. And the best part is, if I worked there (or probably even if I volunteered there) I could use all their resources and materials all the time, like the potter's wheel or the sewing machines or the watercolors or what have you. So, score.

All that said, though, I really really miss Iowa people, and I am sort of lonely out here. Since all I've really been doing is honey and Arts Alive and hanging out with everyone at the house, I haven't really met anyone my age yet. I have been hanging out with Banks though, which has been cool. We totally went to see Balls of Fury last night. It totally was awesome. You totally should see it right now.


Avril Lavigne singing Imagine, what the hey?

Uh, I mean. Anyway.


So yeah. It was so hard to leave Iowa, and I know it's going to be really hard to leave here, especially after I've been here for three more months, but I love it anyway. I love being somewhere new. I love knowing I'm not going to be here forever. I love knowing I'm going to have a great time here and do amazing things and then I'm going to leave and do amazing things somewhere else. I think this is the life I'm made for.


In other news, I'm thinking about getting a digital camera. A really nice one. So one of these days maybe I can show you the bright beautiful world of Sunny B. Hint: there will be lots of beach shots.


Anyhoo. Time's gettin' on and I want to straighten up the house a bit while Jan and Matt are out so I can feel like a good little refugee. Mm...and maybe make some more coffee. Yars, yars.

Alright then. Signing off.

(in the backseat)

Monday, July 9th, 2007
11:03 am
Yeah, you wish you were this bored.Collapse )

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Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
10:01 pm
So yeah, I am pretty much eating out of a giant can of refried beans with a spoon. It's cool. Not gonna lie.


In other news though, you guys should go lookit my Flickr and see the new Judy Bales photos (she's the lady who made the headdresses I'm wearing in all those pictures of me wearing headdresses that none of you were ever supposed to see). We just did them last night. I guess she hadn't done any sculptures in a while and she wanted to get back into her art, so even though she didn't really have any new stuff she just pulled together some of her usual materials (metal tubing, wire, fabric, etc.) and made some photographs. We took them outside right when the sun was setting, and it had a really cool effect. I think some of them turned out really interesting.


But yeah, anyway. Stuff's happened. Lots of stuff actually. It's been like eight year since any sort of proper posting on my part, so I'm not even going to try and cover everything that's been going on, but here are some of the key details:

*I finally moved out of my first-ever-apartment in Coralville. The lease ended May 31st, and now all that's left of our nine months there is a few dents in the wall, some butter I forgot in the fridge, and about every kind of beverage imaginable spilled in the living room carpet (which, thankfully, is about the exact color of every beverage imaginable combined).

*I'm living with Merit for the summer, in a room in her basement that currently consists of a concrete floor, a jail-cell window, and three walls and a shower curtain. It's classy, though. I've got a rug. I live with her, her dad, her fifteen-year-old sister Faith and her uncle John, all of whom are in and out of the house pretty constantly, as am I. So far this seems to be working out pretty well.

*At the end of the summer- probably around the middle of August, which means, unfortunately, before my 19th birthday- I'm moving to Santa Barbara, California. I plan on staying there for a couple months, probably camping out on this property where my aunt Jan and uncle Brenton live with a few other people, possibly working for said aunt and uncle in their organic seed/feed/gardening-and-farming-paraphenalia/pretty-much-everything-that-is-cool store, hopefully volunteering with this all-ages arts program called Arts Alive, and generally just basking in the awesomeness that is Santa Barbara. In November, I'm hoping to work on an organic farm in Mexico through WWOOF (World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms), but I haven't really started setting that up yet, so I don't know if it will be possible or not. After that I imagine I'll come home for Christmas, and that's about as far as my plans have gone at this point.

*A couple other nifty things: Fran, Merit and I are organizing and playing in a Neutral Milk Hotel cover show this July, which should be fairly awesome; my uncle Joel's friend Chris is helping me and Merit make some t-shirts out of Merit's designs, and we've started selling them around town, which so far is going well; I'm still working at Stuff, and although I still can't get used to the (relatively) long hours, I'm enjoying it more than I've ever enjoyed a job so far.


So yeah. Good stuff. Anyway though, should really probably hop to now, 'cause the aforementioned uncle of Merit could apparently use the computer. Right-o, then. Tally ho, pip pip.

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Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
8:00 pm - Sometimes I am bored.
(The birth of Spider Lady)

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