Thursday, October 15, 2009

Baby Fish Mouth


"I’m sitting at gate D4 in LaGuardia Airport. Since 2:30p today I’ve walked 26 blocks by Penn Station, road the N to Queens, hopped on the M60 to the airport, then stood on line after line only to be told I was in the wrong line. Since when do you HAVE to go to self check-in? They hire people to tell people one by one they have to go somewhere else and do it for themselves. Why’d the Yankees get a new stadium? How about we update the gate to the free world? What a shit hole. I swear I smell urine..."

I recently took a trip to visit my brother back home in Dallas, Texas. I did some writing on the plane. When I went back to read it, I could actually see my words change with the altitude. Like Sam Kinison morphing into Meg Ryan's Sally Albright and back again. I either need to get out of the city more or embrace this weird place like only Sally can.

De BeEG oNE


Greg has an alter ego and he takes place in the form of our little dog, Stewart. Stewart calls Greg 'The Big One' and I'm 'The Queen'. I was once stopped by a neighbor and in a whisper told, "I sometimes here your boyfriend talking to himself..."

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

36

It's not my birthday or wedding day, nor did I attend a funeral or go to the hospital. But I've had a zit for over a month, a pulled muscle for over a week, I can't function without eight hours sleep every night and when I catch a bug, like now, my body thinks it's dying. It's gotta be an age thing. I think I need some ice cream.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The more you do, the more you do.


I went from desk job to...well, everything job...

Have you ever had to hire someone to fly a giant printer through your balcony?

I have.

If I can make it here...

Friday, September 25, 2009

Mania

I KNOW there is a huge marketing, money-making Beatle thing going on in the world. I know Paul is finally getting his self-decided due and Ringo is finally the coolest bug. And I know the rich are getting richer.

I don't care. They deserve it. I am a screaming teenage girl.

I've just discovered The Beatles.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in...


I'm in the shower thinking about my upcoming wedding. It is time to give my head over to that side of my life...and I go to this little dark place where my head always goes when it gives over to that side of my life...

"WHY CAN'T GAYS MARRY??!!"

Gay = sexual preference label = taste = ketchup vs. mustard = discrimination?

I don't get it.

People are literally upset about what other people like to put in the holes in their bodies.

The next time I hear about someone using a Q-tip in his or her ear....THAT'S IT....I'm going to protest Walgreens.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Remember: Obama is a Pioneer.


Will somebody very loud and very on TV puhlease look at our country and realize that we are exactly where we've put ourselves? Yes, Bill Maher, I wish, I really do wish that President Obama had a little more punches in his fights. I wish he had a chainsaw. I am angry and frustrated at the choices Bush made and the decisions he pushed us toward but here's the thing...

This is THE country based on FREEDOM. Not based on fairness. Not based on my turn, your turn. It is actually BASED on the notion of every man and woman for himself or herself. Capitalism. The absolute business of FREEDOM...and all the pretty and ugly it entails. Without competition what is there to be 'better' than or 'cheat' against?

If I were to define myself and I were to choose single-handedly the government under which I lived, I just might choose to be a socialist. But the thing is, there were humans long before there were socialists. The ideals of socialism in the hands of humans can get real ugly real fast.

And so can freedom.

I HATE that Obama has to apologize for things you know he believes. Things I believe. I hate that the Democrats can't make a firm decision to put out a fire. I hate a lot of things. But I also love a lot of things. And they are probably very very different things than the things the man I'm about to marry loves and hates. Therefore, how can I expect a stranger, a person I've never met, plowing a corn field in the middle of the country, to love and hate the same things I do?

THAT IS AMERICA.

It is not President Obama's job to turn tables if we want tables turned.

It is our job.

It is not President Obama's job to go against Darth Vadar and follow Yoda if we want peace.

It is our job.

It is not President Obama's job to make everyone equal in his or her heads, beds or wallets if we want the same rights for everyone.

It is our job.

That IS THE FREEDOM OF DEMOCRACY. Right? That is what I remember studying. That is how I understand it.

Of course, we have moral ideas most of us lean towards. There aren't that many of us under rocks. Even Manson listened to The Beatles.

We aren't the nucleus of governing nations on this earth. We are an off-shoot. And each of us, at the vertex of our angles, now sees choices stretching out across the globe. Instantly.

We are creatures of learning. We compare, contrast and as most of our guts tell us, we "do what YOU feel is right". Even if our heads tell us something else, we always [and I mean always] end up dipping a toe into the thing we are drawn towards. We are human and humans are chiaroscuro. We can't comprehend life without death because that IS, in this day and age, where we are all headed no matter what.

In this day and age...
Today...
At least...

It could change. Hmm.

I dislike so very many things about my country but I cannot expect ONE man to do what I, just me, wants him to do. President Obama is not supposed to do ANYTHING unless we tell him to. That is democracy, no?

Who is the loudest...richest...moves the most energy...pushes...changes... manipulates...molds? Those are the people who get 'noticed'. I guarantee you Kanye West will not suffer over how many cute, talented, little white girls he disrespects.

Reality Television is NOT reality. It is the giant, yellow highlighter of chaos...manipulated chaos.

The meek inherit the earth. After the boisterous have had their way with it.

Bill Maher, I agree with you in many, many ways. I would also like for us to get off the couch and out from a blog or a tweet or a coffee shop and show the "LIAR" shouting assholes what the sole of our shoe looks like while flying at their heads. But someone flew planes into our tallest buildings and we agreed with the idiot who told us to shop and look the other way while he sent the poor, the feisty and the young to die against a false opponent. What will it take to make us stop complaining and start changing things? I think we all secretly know what it will take. The gun will actually have to be at our temple before we decide to duck.

Look who's blogging now?

If there is no such thing as bad press can't we make good press???? It is actually up to us. We must get closer together to create a louder voice if we expect to be heard. Where are the crazy Liberals when you need them? Oh yeah, they're human too, so when they do something outside of OUR box we drop them like boiled hammers. All of our thinkers are just more creative...they make their money in 'entertainment' so they won't get shot.

Hmm.