Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Leaking brake fluid. I was getting her looked at to ensure that she was fit for a long car trip into the US later this month, and it’s not going to be expensive to fix, so it’s all good.
Today I have a long list of things to do, including mowing the lawn.
two gigs worth of unholy sound challenged codswallop has been removed from the drive and the canonical list is pushing 225.
I have documented what all the songs are (if they don’t have lyrics it can be hard to remember).
Now I’m going through everything I put in Garageband, trying to get that cleaned up. This is so BORING and yet necessary.
That was pleasant. We had PIE.
The concert was wonderful. As opening night for a world tour, one could expect glitches and there were same. Almost all of it was new to me, and it was all really good. I was particularly impressed by the stage lighting, which used some very modern technology (multicoloured LEDs) in a huge collapsible webbing for some very interesting effects.
David Kuckhermann opened – he has THREE hang drums, which is like have three Mona Lisas, the damned things are so rare. It wasn’t even an instrument prior to 2000. I learned of it in 2003 and have wanted one ever since, so I was drooling from a great height…. Hm, he has on line lessons, including for cajon, an instrument that’s already in the house…. nice.
The Orpheum is a lovely venue.
I’ll be talking to a commercial baker next week regarding one of two locations he has close by the house for biscotti bakes. w00t!
My Moleskine comes with stickers. There are romance stickers. One suited nominally male and skirted nominally female, two more that are same sex. My first thought, “But what about transpersons, genderqueers, fellagirlies and the polyamorous?” Is it possible I’ve been hitting the self-paced gender studies a little too hard during my time off? bwa ha ha. Oh, and props to Moleskine.
SO looking forward to it; last time I saw them was November 4, 1993.
Also, I am getting a massage today.
Unbelievably loud and continuous thunderstorm last night starting around seven thirty – four hours at least maybe longer. You should have seen Margot’s face as she bolted in the door as the first thunder hit. Eyes like saucers. Then she stayed right next to my bedroom door all night.
Katie’s here; she cut my hair and helped me run some errands.
Can’t settle to anything…. feeling blah.
I had cold chard salad with two pieces of cut up bacon for brekky this morning, plus coffee. I am currently in love with chard, it makes my digestion very happy. Then I read that it’s terrible for my body because it is full of oxalates. Oh well, guess I’ll drink a gallon of water today to keep my kidneys happy.
Sad face for the Philippines; it’s very wet there and 22 people have already drowned in weather related incidents. Sad face for New Zealand; one of the bigger volcanoes is about to let go. Sad face the Canadian Olympic Women’s Soccer Team, the ref was an oversized Foley catheter style moron of an incompetence rarely seen EVEN IN INTERNATIONAL SOCCER, which is ludicrously bad. Sad face for the kitties. We had to lock the cat door again, so they may egress but not ingress.
Happy face for Dog Swims With Dolphins.
Just left a message for Chipper to find out how her weekend went – it was supposed to be the best revenue this summer and I am hoping it wasn’t a disaster.
I can hear flickers outside my window.
Marvin Hamlisch has passed away.
Hope everyone has a lovely day.
Jeff and I stayed up, and were pleased when everything came out as planned. Al Chen should do an audiobook of classic porn, I’d buy the hell out of such a thing.
I made some steampunk bling for Otto yesterday.
Other than that my day consisted of me lying around attempting not to die from 28 degrees at 77 percent humidity yesterday. The air conditioner ran night and day. It was hot all through the house, basement included; I felt like a lizard panting on a rock all day. Miserably sweaty. Finally I dragged out one of the fans and it actually made a difference.
Mars landing today. It will either be an expensive failure or a spectacular success.
I think I’ll head off to Costco once it opens and pick up some serplies. I definitely want to do it before the sun is up too high.
I have fallen in love with fresh chard salad. Chop bunch of chard. Nuke until soft. Add butter and lemon. Refrigerate. Nom. It doesn’t get much simpler than that and my body provides very happy feedback when I ingest it. (Oh, iron… b vitamins…. you love me, you really love me!)
2020 says THIS SHIT IS TURRIBLE FER YER KIDNEYS
I really wish it wasn’t so hot. When it’s this hot at 8 in the morning it’s hard to get enthusiastic about any kind of physical labour.
Cleaned up the guest room, which used to be Katie’s dumping ground for all of her clothes (she refused to sleep on the guest room bed, always sleeping on the downstairs sofa). I have removed the last of the Katie debris, cold medication, her assessment from the fitness club, half an earring set and suchlike, and now I’m contemplating dragging the vacuum cleaner downstairs.
I just want to stay curled up in bed with a Dorothy Dunnett novel, except it’s too hot to even do that.
Is done.
Tried to watch Supernatural. Lousy script, lousy acting, no charisma. I know the show’s been running for a decade so it obviously has die hard fans, but Jeff and I, thinking of Stargate and ER and the Wire and Deadwood and Breaking Bad and Huff – think that someething has gotta be good before we want to commit.
2020 SAYS JEFF NEVER WATCHED IT BUT I SURE DID. IN 2017 I STARTED WRITING DESTIEL FANFIC AND IF YOU ASK ME NICE I’LL TELL YOU WHERE TO FIND IT
So instead we’re onto S4 of ER, which is definitely a drama worth watching. SO many nice touches, the best nice touch being how the writers and actors make silence effective. The loudest noise is silence.
Jerome told me about a kitchen for rent so I contacted them. They haven’t written me back. I have also been applying for jobs, but I am not surprised or hurt that there’s been no response so far.
Much shredding yesterday. Jeff said I had centuries old stuff, but nothing I shredded was older than 2009 when we moved in here, so neener to that. More shredding today. Then all clothes either sent off to Goodwill or put away, finding a home for the papers that didn’t get shredded, vacuuming again because more shmutz got released, and then off to the accountant.
Last night The Band That Shall Not Be Named had a rehearsal. Now we have to get canonical exemplars of each of the songs. And start working on “How do we start it?” and “How do we Stop it?”
I have given up on having somebody in my life volunteer to give me a half hour massage, and started paying for it. I feel better midback and up but my lower back is telling me to leap off a bridge.
Happy days!!!!
My room was very tidy. But now I am taking the stack of papers to be shredded and dealing with it, so the mess has expanded slightly. BUT SOON. SOON I TELL YOU.