16 August 2007

shedding my jelly bracelets

so... the day before yesterday i cut some plastic bracelets off my left arm. they had been a permanent fixture on my arm for approximately the last 5 years, like, i literally hadn't taken them off since they were put on (hence the reason for cutting them off as apposed to just taking them off, they had shrunk down to the point of not being able to slide off my hand).

i kind of felt like part of my identity was wrapped up in these little plastic loops around my wrist. somehow it made me a little different from all those bare wristed girls out there, or girls who wear watches, or girls who wear real jewelry. not that jelly bracelets are the most original of adornments. i mean, lets face it, you could probably find those things anywhere. but there was something special about them, where they had come from, and the fact that they had lasted so long.

it felt important somehow, cutting them off. like, symbolic, all though i'm not quite sure of what. my wrist was starting to feel a little suffocated, i was feeling a little suffocated, in fact i'd been feeling like that for about a week. was it really the bracelets or something else? i wasn't sure, but it felt like the right thing to do.

i had had many jelly bracelets over the past some odd years just plain fall off from exhaustion. they loose their jelly quality, get stiff, and break. it was always kind of sad to see one fall. this was different though. deliberate.

i finally had my sister do the honors of the first one. that one was the hardest. the pink plastic wrapped together with the once glittery clear plastic to form one super bracelet. it was impressive that they had lasted so long anyway. the rest were easy enough to cut off myself.

but now my wrist is naked and lonely. i'm a little depressed about it.

but enough waxing poetic about jelly bracelets.

elvis died 30 years ago today

single tear for the king of rock and roll.

13 August 2007

more stuffs

I heard this really awesome joke today. actually, it’s not that awesome. well, i'll let you all decide.

what do you call a child that was born in a house of ill repute?
a brothel sprout.

and in other news...

i miss blogging. i feel like i just don't have the free time anymore. or maybe i just don't have the internet.

have you been reading the buffy season 8 comics? because i have. and they are awesome. joss is writing them (at least the first 5 or 6) and its like that same jossy witty dialogue that we all know and love.

oh, speaking of joss, i've been watching some angel season one over the past week. that show is hella good. dang. i mean, its like a totally different vibe than buffy. it's wild.

tonight i'm going to a show at the river city saloon. a reggae performer by the name of pato banton. meg and i will be writing a story (for Rediviva, and off shoot of the Arts in the Gorge) about the place, so we thought it was only fitting that we should go to a few shows there. i'm just excited because i haven't really been up to doing stuff for a while because i've been a little out of sorts, under the weather, sick, ill, etc.

speaking of feeling ill, i have this thinger called sarcoidosis. its like, i have no idea what it is really. it just means i have an immune system that for some unknown reason has decided to act like i'm ailing when i'm actually not ailing and thus causing problems, such as with my eyes and apparently my lymph nodes near my lungs. this is all confusing to me, seeings how i'm not a doctor, but my pulmonologist tells me that i should be ok. whatever. i just know that it means i've been super lethargic lately. maybe its like that line from wayne's world, 'i thought i had mono for a whole year once, turns out i was just really bored.' so there isn't anything to do for this condition/disease/whatever it is, since i have like a 'mild' case of it, but the doc suggested that perhaps i get this lung biopsy thinger, which sounds like sucksville because they stick some tube down your nose and into your lungs and look at stuff and put water in there and then steal a piece of your lungs. i thought, being the hypochondriac that i am this might be a good idea, rule out serious stuff like lymphoma, because lord knows i don't need to be thinking i might have lymphoma, but i don't have any real symptoms of that, so to do a semi invasive procedure seems a bit much. but i think i probably will. because i don't want to worry about it. ugh. that’s enough of that shit.

so i decided to delete everything off my ipod today. i go through these cleansing cycles sometimes where i just have to start over from scratch. i did the same thing with my amazon wish list a couple weeks ago. i realized i had like, over 260 items on my list. its like, wtf. i don't need all this shit. i do the same thing with my netflix list any time it gets above 100. its like, i can wade through all that. i gotta start fresh.

anyway, now i'm adding 5 cds at a time. because i have cds i haven't listened to in years. the first five are violent femmes- add it up, the police- outlandos d'amour, beck- midnite vultures, the doors- l.a. woman, and jets to brazil- orange rhyming dictionary. when's the last time you listened to those cds huh? exactly. i'm worried i've played them out though. its like, you play a cd a ton when you first get into it, and then you don't really listen to it ever again. i don't know. i hope that isn't the case. i'm reviving sound here.

Stuff


A. I love love love Justin Timberlake's Futuresex/Lovesounds. Frick. Catchy pop is like my Achilles heel. Maybe that's the wrong ancient greek metaphor to be using. Whatev. I also like really cool stuff too. Just ask me. I'll tell about 5 bands you aint never even heard of.

2. I painted a new portrait today. It's been quite a while since my last one. This one sucks. But, you gotta keep going. You know?

D. Keep your eyes peeled for my movie review of Schizopolis in the new Arts in the Gorge/Rediviva, it should be coming out in a hood river coffee shop or downtown business near you in the next couple of weeks. :)