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Updated 04/05/04
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Carlos Eire, Waiting for Snow in Havana :: Anne Fadiman, The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down :: Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle :: Mary Oliver, Selected Poems :: Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart :: Nest: A Quarterly of Interiors :: William Eadie, Movements of Modernity: the Case of Glasgow and Art Nouveau :: Leonard Koren, Undesigning the Bath :: Ann Patchett, Bel Canto :: Yoga Journal :: Runners' World :: The New Yorker
Updated 04/05/04
Pin-Up Girls
Homestar Runner
Love Ablan
Things Magazine
19th C. Art Worldwide
Penny Dreadful
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Monday, May 10th, 2004
3:02 pm - The number you have reached is no longer in service. Please check the number, & try your call again.
So, I'm back.

I've been scrolling through my FL, catching up on the last week's posts, realizing I've missed birthdays (::blows belated kisses to lovebytez, mpoetess, janedavitt and anyone else I've neglected::) and The Twatakovsky RandomFest and ep recaps and life changes and illnesses and celebrations and political rants and all the lovely things that make LJ the wonderful place it is. And I realized something else, too.

I miss _flaming_june_. I don't really know what to say...but since October 2002, when I started this LJ, so many things have changed in my life that I feel like _flaming_june_ doesn't really even exist any more. So with that in mind, I don't think I'll be updating this LJ any longer. I've started a new one-- jolielaide-- and I invite all of you to add the new journal to your reading lists. Or to take this opportunity to exercise a little unfriending amnesty and, um, not. Hee.

Also, for those of you keeping track, I quit my job and am moving to Virginia in two weeks.

::takes deep breath::

Grazie, prego, kiss kiss, ciao.

current mood: calm

(30 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Wednesday, April 28th, 2004
9:37 pm - Basement of Debasement catalogue raisonne.
I guess it's my OCD kicking in, or something.

You can find saussy and wiseacress's ongoing Basement of Debasement Spander epic here.

I'll try to keep this updated as events unfold.

current mood: tired
Saturday, April 17th, 2004
1:15 pm

current mood: mmm.

(5 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Sunday, April 11th, 2004
4:50 pm - The Passion of The Bunny.
Hope y'all are all eating yummy fluffy cake in the shape of a little lamb with jam and bavarian cream and excelsior and royal icing and coconut. Like I am. Okay, like I'm pretending I am. Mmmmm!

Also? Here's me and my poor, poor baby brother, one Easter morning about...mumble mumble...years ago.

I swear, I did NOT flick him, no matter what some people will try to tell you. Do not listen. Also? I am a princess.

::shares pretend cake::

And now I go bouldering. Happy Easter, everybody!

ETA: And Passover! Goodness, for a nonpractitioner, I'm awfully WASP-o-centric. Sorry, y'all.

current mood: pastel

(23 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Saturday, April 10th, 2004
11:11 am - Saturday Tour Spam #1
10:00-- Two retirees from California, RV-ing their way across the country. Gin-soaked and rheumy-eyed. I swear I got a contact buzz off of them. Nice folks, but...whoah.

11:00-- I put the sign on the door. Because I am evil.

current mood: working

(4 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
12:02 am

current mood: giggly

(kiss me or kill me)

Tuesday, April 6th, 2004
1:00 pm
So, I don't know what you guys are up to, but I started off the morning with a rousing game of Discrimination Bingo. Yeah, seriously. I went to a mandatory Discrimination and Harassment training. And there were Krispy Kreme doughnuts and thematic parlor games.

::hates job::

Also, and maybe I'm the last sad bastard in the universe to know this, but in the state of Florida, sexual orientation is not a protected class in terms of discrimination and harassment. So when I brought it up, the trainer kind of...shrugged at me. Yeah? So?

::hates Florida::

It's all over my friends' list, so you might have already seen this, but apparently the word "Jew" has been googlebombed such that the first site that shows up on a search is an anti-semitic one. Please link from your LJ to another site (such as the Wikipedia site, here), to help undo the damage.

Oh, and also, because I'm clearly funner than a barrel full of monkeys today, I should also like to mention that breathe_poetry has a September 11 poem today that just about killed me. I don't know why I'm always surprised when something like this happens-- seeing or reading something that takes me all right back to that day. It's as if I think I've somehow pushed it down far enough by now to be over it.


Okay. One redeeming thing amid(st) all the gloom. I have a pretty new LJ! Which, now that I think about it, doesn't really count for diddly squat, does it?

::crawls back under rock::

current mood: bitter

(8 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Sunday, April 4th, 2004
4:44 pm - Sunday observations.
Daylight savings time always seems sort of momentous to me. Like a lazy holiday, a little bit special, though marked only by a vague sense of time stretched out, diffused. I know we sprang forward today, and technically lost an hour, but the sun is still bright overhead and it's almost 5:00 and I remember all too well when at 5:00 it was too dark for me to run, and with the darkness the depressing sense that the day was over, time run out. So paradoxically I'm feeling like today is longer, lazier, looser, even though we lost an hour. Daylight savings also reminds me that, no matter how indoor and desk-bound we've become, we're also still tied to the seasons and the land in a way that supercedes, well, everything. It's like there's still a weird kernel of agrarianness buried deep in me somewhere, maybe near the hypothalamus or something equally obscure and invisible.

I'm also reminded today of my childhood, I think because it's hot and bright, and in terms of climate and flora, T-town is an awful lot like where I grew up in Louisiana. Earlier, when I was out in the yard, I saw a black lab puppy bounding solo down the middle of the street, and I could hear the homey bourgeois buzz of a lawnmower in the distance, and kids laughing and shreiking, and the cool sound of sprinklers sh-sh-sh-ing on the lush green lawn next door.

I skipped yoga this afternoon, though after the 10K yesterday my hamstrings are begging for a hot room and about an hour of just hanging out in adhomukhasvanasana. Instead, I grabbed the NYT and took a stroll up to the cafe by the lake. To get there, I had to walk up a blighted, busy four-lane road, stepping over someone's overturned trash can (which had disgorged hundreds, maybe thousands, of those plastic home-perm rollers; landfill, ahoy!) and past a used car lot full of Volvos that were, like every other car in this town right now, covered with a not-so-fine layer of fluorescent yellow-green pollen. Through the greasy charbroiled haze emanating from the Burger King and the adjacent Wendy's and the adjacent McDonald's. Past the Old Times restaurant, whose parking lot was jam-packed with mini-vans and Chevy Caprices for the after-church AYCE buffet spread. I hung out on the deck outside the cafe for a while, idly flipping through the paper and watching the chubby, mangy-looking ducks fighting each other-- aggressively! Ducks seem to be mean-- for people's leftover picnic scraps. There was a young guy at the table next to me who had an elaborate dark blue design tattooed on his forehead, from his hairline down to his eyebrows, almost. He was talking to a guy with dreadlocks (who was reading B.F. Skinner) about his son in Tennessee.

And then I walked home, and now I'm laying around writing this, watching the shadows from the venetian blinds move slowly across the bed. Right now, my feet are stripey. In a few minutes, my legs. And so on.

Hope you all are having a lovely day.

current mood: content

(10 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
7:19 pm
Nabbed from tracy_rowan. Here's a meme, because I'm too wiped to transcribe all the thrilling details of the 10K I ran this morning. Patience, children!Collapse )

current mood: sore

(6 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Friday, April 2nd, 2004
3:25 pm
Where the hell's the Friday Five when I need it? Huh? What do you mean, there is no Friday Five today? I've got a half hour to kill before I go to this talk and I'm desperate for diversion.

If somebody doesn't give me a fun meme or something, stat, I may start talking about the 10K I'm going to run tomorrow. And I know you don't want to hear that.

So, somebody, ante up.

::taps fingers on desk::



::looks at calendar::

::checks mailbox for Basement of Debasement::

::looks at calendar again::

::is glum::

ETA again: I heart on-the-desk spam. A lot.

current mood: antsy

(24 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Wednesday, March 31st, 2004
2:32 pm
Stop the presses, y'all. I am actually working today. I know. The mind, she boggles.

Also? Two women were just here at the museum photographing spectral orbs and ectoplasm. No, really.

I love hate love hate am ambivalent about my job.

And...OMG I just got an email from Bluefly.com telling me that my Katayone Adeli SHINY DENIM TROUSERS will be arriving tomorrow! Wheeeeeeeeee!

So. Y'all tell me something.

ETA: Man, Mr. Pepys sure is wearing the crankypants today.

current mood: ticklish

(47 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Monday, March 29th, 2004
5:50 pm - You can pick your friends...
Top Doc Backs Picking Your Nose and Eating it.

Seen at tracy_rowan's LJ.


current mood: twelve

(5 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

11:56 am
It's my day off today! And I'm getting ready to go put on my bathing suit, pour myself a giant glass of ice-cold clementine juice, and sprawl out on my back deck and read in the sunshine. Wheeee!

See, working Saturdays sometimes has its advantages. You poor bahstahds are all at work right now, aren't you? Heeee.

::loves you all::

current mood: happy

(9 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Sunday, March 28th, 2004
10:44 pm
Um, I'm sorry, what was that? Who did you say was the director of Grand Canyon?

current mood: right

(26 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Saturday, March 27th, 2004
7:00 pm
So, today I had to do a community outreach thingy for the museum in a tiny town about 30 minutes away from here. It's one of those towns where there's one stoplight, a little traffic circle, a video store/laundromat, and a bunch of gorgeous old dilapidated Victorian houses falling down on themselves in genteel shambles.

I was kind of dreading it, but when I talked to wiseacress about it yesterday, she had a suggestion-- a way to make the whole thing more bearable for me.

"Do it as James Marsters," she said. "You know, with the thumb ring and the bad outfit and the 'Rock on!'"


"You know, like when drdawn was Brian Kinney? And hey, I think she got some play out of that, too."


So first thing this morning I'm in the car on the way to this little town. I'm rocking the acid-wash jeans, the black t-shirt, the crispy gelled hair and-- oh yeah-- the pimp chain. Couldn't dig up any white sneakers on such short notice, unfortunately, but still, I was feelin' it.

My first act as The Marsters was to drive 20 miles in the wrong direction. Rock on!

I can't say Teh Marsters went over well with the "Tour of Homes" set-- I was greeted with polite confusion, mostly. But I'm willing to bet a few of those bluehairs were feeling a long-forgotten tingle in the down-there region as I sprawled, snarled, snarked, and sexxxed them up. "If a man is bad, he'll be bad to you!" I shouted randomly.

I was the biggest thing that little town has seen since...last year, when Patch Adams ("You know, the real Patch Adams!!!!1!!") stopped off for a speaking engagement at the Opera House.

On the way back, I was on the phone with saussy and I saw a stork fishing around in a gigantic puddle by the side of the road. "How do you know it's a stork?" she wondered skeptically. "Um, well, I'm not sure. But it's tall and white. And it's carrying a little baby in its beak."


Also, since I clearly need to take this act on the road, I'm apparently going to be at WriterCon.

Lock up your daughters, Vegas!

current mood: sad clown

(61 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Friday, March 26th, 2004
4:49 pm - Huh. Well, this is...interesting.
I meant to write a shmoopy, sexy little Spander drabble for wiseacress.

Instead, I wrote weird angsty post-apocalyptic drug-addicted one-eyed road-trip pseudo-porn. Sorry, sweetheart.Collapse )

current mood: drained

(39 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Thursday, March 25th, 2004
1:55 pm
So, I've been emailing this morning with wiseacress about Art-with-a-capital-A and Gender-with-a-capital-G. Since she hasn't emailed me back yet, and I'm committed to being work-free today (again), I thought I'd ask you guys what you think. Here's my last email:Collapse )

ETA: I very much expect to see all the porn you're all apparently writing. Glad to know some of you are productive, contributing members of society and are attending to the important business of the greater good (i.e. PORN) instead of just wanking around, like me. Heh.

ETA again, because Marian the Librarian said so:

Maya Lin
Zaha Hadid
Denise Scott Brown
Anish Kapoor's Marsyas
Olafur Eliasson's The Weather Project
Robert Smithson's Spiral Jetty
Sarah Sze's RSVP
Chris Ofili's Madonna
Judy Chicago
Tracey Emin
Weimar and Dessau Bauhaus
Andy Goldsworthy

current mood: arty farty, work avoidy

(63 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004
1:46 pm
Okay, the universe is trying to tell me something.

I woke up painfully early this morning to hie myself downtown for my standing Tuesday morning meeting, which begins a full hour-and-a-half before I'm scheduled to start working. I hate this meeting, I really do. After copious amounts of coffee and a few Positive Mental Attitude visualizations, I got there, only to find out...it's been cancelled. And no, I didn't get that memo. Thanks.

So I say, fuck it. I'm going home, back to sleep for a couple of hours. And so I do.

Fast forward to now-- I got to work a little while ago, all ready and rarin' to go, only to find out that my computer network is down, and I can't access any of my documents I've stored on the network drive, nor can I check work email.

Of course, I *am* able to get online and check webmail and surf LJ...


Also, I'd love to do circe_tigana's "What I'm wearing" meme, but of course today's the one day I showed up to work in black yoga pants and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. I'm not even wearing cute panties. ::sob::


current mood: cranky

(10 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

12:29 am - eleventy-one!!!1!
saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy saussy!

current mood: good

(3 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

Sunday, March 21st, 2004
7:35 pm
Will I sound impossibly crotchety and obstreperous if I say that some of those crazy newfangled flashing icons give me a migraine?

Yeah, I thought so.

Rassen frassen.

Happiest of birthdays to the very darlingest of darlings, ros_fod, who most certainly does not give me a migraine.

Anybody have any ideas about dinner?

current mood: horny

(10 deadly kisses | kiss me or kill me)

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