Sunday, May 15, 2005
Friday, May 13, 2005
Roadside Observation #2
8:23pm - Thursday
Rearview mirror: University of Phoenix sign glowing white against darkening sky.
Through front windshield: Billboard with a picture of frosty beer, and a roadside carnival.
The universe is speaking to me.
It says: Celebrate! You just finished your Masters degree!
Rearview mirror: University of Phoenix sign glowing white against darkening sky.
Through front windshield: Billboard with a picture of frosty beer, and a roadside carnival.
The universe is speaking to me.
It says: Celebrate! You just finished your Masters degree!
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Roadside Observation #1
Lighted construction billboard at Bell and Grand in Surprise, Arizona flashes in time to the song "Wynona's Big Brown Beaver" by Primus.
Just thought you should know.
Just thought you should know.
Friday, May 06, 2005
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Stop Signs and Indigo Girls
To the man approaching the intersection at Peoria and Litchfield - sorry. Life is too short to stop for all the signs.
And how come the Indigo Girls are so damn clever? I was absolutely entranced. That's probably why I missed the stop sign.
And how come the Indigo Girls are so damn clever? I was absolutely entranced. That's probably why I missed the stop sign.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Wasted Space...
Halfway home last night, I turned off my radio. The same songs, the same rants on NPR, the same annoying marketing ploys to get me to buy and consume. My soul felt dry from the burnt, ashy programming.
When all was quiet, I focused on my drive through this world coming down. Mountains seemed to ascend from a pungent brown line of smog. I followed too many commuting cars into the rapidly diminishing wide-open space where I live. Another housing development across from farm and industrial land. Construction signs waving progress.
My flight synapses fire in my brain - electrical storms hitting dust. I want to move out of progress. Far, far away.
But, we continue to evolve and the desert continues to die.
When all was quiet, I focused on my drive through this world coming down. Mountains seemed to ascend from a pungent brown line of smog. I followed too many commuting cars into the rapidly diminishing wide-open space where I live. Another housing development across from farm and industrial land. Construction signs waving progress.
My flight synapses fire in my brain - electrical storms hitting dust. I want to move out of progress. Far, far away.
But, we continue to evolve and the desert continues to die.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I know I should write more
But I've been so damn busy reading all the other crap on other people's blogs.
I'm currently addicted to this one: http://stuckinrehabwithpatobrien.blogspot.com
I have plenty to post on my own, and yet I'm going back to see what the next adventure with Pat holds...
I'm currently addicted to this one: http://stuckinrehabwithpatobrien.blogspot.com
I have plenty to post on my own, and yet I'm going back to see what the next adventure with Pat holds...
Friday, April 29, 2005
track listing for mixed bag
i must say - i had a lot of fun creating this mixed cd. i basically took the cd's that were riding in my car with me and compiled the tracks that i listen to most often. i keep many of these songs close because they are representative of friends and roadtrips (where noted). it was hard to narrow my choices and if i did this project next week i'd probably pick different songs... but this is what the final product looks like.
1. don’t leave me this way.harold melvin & the blue notes
2. united states of whatever. liam lynch (for bettina and kiddies)
3. girl named michelle. no idea who sings this (my real name)
4. sheep go to heaven. cake (my brother gave me this song)
5. polyester bride. liz phair (for my roadtrips to the beach with shalen)
6. patient boy. misfits (amanda and amy - in-town road-trippin')
7. whistle song. pj olssen
8. sweet beauty break
9. six underground. sneaker pimps
10. spiders. mercury rev
11. on any given day. carbon leaf (love this band from Richmond area - saw them live with Amy)
12. brimful of asha. n cook remix (for amy and dancing at Black Cat)
13. camel walk. southern culture on the skids (for amu and sally - college song)
14. el tango de roxanne. moulin rouge (given my nickname - love this song)
15. falling for the first time. barenaked ladies (for remi puking at their concert)
16. suedehead. morrissey (how could you not love morrissey?)
17. pink moon. nick drake (listened to this the night i knew i wanted to marry my husband)
18. southern cross. david carter (live) (First picture, left hand side. I'm the one in the middle - my friend Molly is grabbing the boob. We frequented David Carter concerts in Richmond...)
as for the cd's i'm receiving - i am giddy like a school girl each time i receive another package. i will link to some of the sites that discuss the "Mixed Bag" project in another post.
and, i could do more cd's too!
1. don’t leave me this way.harold melvin & the blue notes
2. united states of whatever. liam lynch (for bettina and kiddies)
3. girl named michelle. no idea who sings this (my real name)
4. sheep go to heaven. cake (my brother gave me this song)
5. polyester bride. liz phair (for my roadtrips to the beach with shalen)
6. patient boy. misfits (amanda and amy - in-town road-trippin')
7. whistle song. pj olssen
8. sweet beauty break
9. six underground. sneaker pimps
10. spiders. mercury rev
11. on any given day. carbon leaf (love this band from Richmond area - saw them live with Amy)
12. brimful of asha. n cook remix (for amy and dancing at Black Cat)
13. camel walk. southern culture on the skids (for amu and sally - college song)
14. el tango de roxanne. moulin rouge (given my nickname - love this song)
15. falling for the first time. barenaked ladies (for remi puking at their concert)
16. suedehead. morrissey (how could you not love morrissey?)
17. pink moon. nick drake (listened to this the night i knew i wanted to marry my husband)
18. southern cross. david carter (live) (First picture, left hand side. I'm the one in the middle - my friend Molly is grabbing the boob. We frequented David Carter concerts in Richmond...)
as for the cd's i'm receiving - i am giddy like a school girl each time i receive another package. i will link to some of the sites that discuss the "Mixed Bag" project in another post.
and, i could do more cd's too!
Thursday, April 21, 2005
On the runway
10 hours.
Richmond "International" Airport is the smallest airport that I frequent. It is fairly empty on most days and has a whopping 12 gates. O'Hare it isn't. Under no circumstances should I have to run to catch a flight. Unless of course, the pilot decides to close the doors and leave 10 minutes before the scheduled take off time.
As I'm standing in line yesterday, I hear my name announced over the loud speaker followed closely by the phrase "you have 2 minutes to report to the gate." There is a man in front of me who can't seem to accept that he has to remove his keys from his pocket before he goes through the metal detector. I'm antsy.
I proceed through the terrorist checkpoint, grab my shoes and run (hair flying, fat flapping, shoes dangling from forefingers) to the gate. They seal the door after me. We are moving before I get to my seat. We are on the runway and then we sit. And sit. And sit. For an hour.
I arrive at Dulles (for those of you who know the east coast, you are thinking - why in the hell did she fly to Dulles? Is it even possible to fly from Richmond to Dulles? I answer - yes, yes it is) and my plane to Phoenix is late. We sit in the airport for 3 hours. We load, depart from the gate, get in line and then sit. And sit. And sit. For nearly an hour before going back to the gate to get more feul since air traffic control changed our route. Another hour later we taxi and fly.
No, United doesn't provide food on their flights unless you pay extra for it.
Why is it that we pay and pay and pay for consistently shitty service? We expend more time, energy, and money for less return. When did society stop working on an ROI basis? Why is it acceptable to not care?
These are the things I pondered while on the runway yesterday.
Richmond "International" Airport is the smallest airport that I frequent. It is fairly empty on most days and has a whopping 12 gates. O'Hare it isn't. Under no circumstances should I have to run to catch a flight. Unless of course, the pilot decides to close the doors and leave 10 minutes before the scheduled take off time.
As I'm standing in line yesterday, I hear my name announced over the loud speaker followed closely by the phrase "you have 2 minutes to report to the gate." There is a man in front of me who can't seem to accept that he has to remove his keys from his pocket before he goes through the metal detector. I'm antsy.
I proceed through the terrorist checkpoint, grab my shoes and run (hair flying, fat flapping, shoes dangling from forefingers) to the gate. They seal the door after me. We are moving before I get to my seat. We are on the runway and then we sit. And sit. And sit. For an hour.
I arrive at Dulles (for those of you who know the east coast, you are thinking - why in the hell did she fly to Dulles? Is it even possible to fly from Richmond to Dulles? I answer - yes, yes it is) and my plane to Phoenix is late. We sit in the airport for 3 hours. We load, depart from the gate, get in line and then sit. And sit. And sit. For nearly an hour before going back to the gate to get more feul since air traffic control changed our route. Another hour later we taxi and fly.
No, United doesn't provide food on their flights unless you pay extra for it.
Why is it that we pay and pay and pay for consistently shitty service? We expend more time, energy, and money for less return. When did society stop working on an ROI basis? Why is it acceptable to not care?
These are the things I pondered while on the runway yesterday.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Un-motivation
I have plenty of posts to post - more stuff on the great CD's from the Mixed Bag project and stories about the Ape Man encountered at a local Circle K. Given Kevin's horrible health and surgeries, I've not had the mindset to post lately.
Never fear! I have added some great new links! Medium Large is perhaps the funniest comic ever. And it is hosted on a great site: Drink at Work. Krys at Angry Liberal Mommy has some great commentary. She and her husband Greg also write the Daughter Chronicles.
The List of Annoyance is a quickie, instant thrill blog. Christopher Monks' Utter Wonder is outstanding (he's the guy who also did Stuck In Rehab With Pat O'Brien which should also be read). His recent article on Dead Gay Republican Operatives also is worth reading.
So - enjoy.
Never fear! I have added some great new links! Medium Large is perhaps the funniest comic ever. And it is hosted on a great site: Drink at Work. Krys at Angry Liberal Mommy has some great commentary. She and her husband Greg also write the Daughter Chronicles.
The List of Annoyance is a quickie, instant thrill blog. Christopher Monks' Utter Wonder is outstanding (he's the guy who also did Stuck In Rehab With Pat O'Brien which should also be read). His recent article on Dead Gay Republican Operatives also is worth reading.
So - enjoy.
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