In an atumnnal time of too much fun and socializing, I am gathering books, much like the squirrels skittering over treestumps and by the wires outside of high windows are gathering nuts and other savory items. I'm not very good at going out in my new city. I'd rather be alone than go to parties, but I think that part of it is being scared of what's new and trying to remember that I'm the same person who left seattle. Well loved and a good person. A cat adopted me. His name is Oliver, and he is orange. He sleeps with me a lot of the time. I went to a party last night, with a fox and a skunk. I was my rabbit self. I need to be overcome by the power of love as soon as possible.
Books I am going to read today.
And, a swedish miniseries by Ingmar Bergman about relationships that I am going to watch.Should be theraputic. I think I may feel veuyeristic after this.
Things I read this week:
"The Memory collective" and "Where are you from?" (A.M O'malley)
Dinosaur Song (Daria Tessler)
Mome Fall 2008
Beatlemania; as told by the fans who were there (Very funny book.)
amidst all the chaos, wheels forcing us to go slow. Up to our ankles in wind, water, other bluegreen things
The princess was high in her castle, asleep, when Lisa fought her way past the snakes. "Why are you cruel to people who have never hurt you?" she asked of them. On reaching the tower, she was in dismay to find her companion still, and she assumed, dead. She wept a waterfall crystal and pearl tears, causing the princess to wake. "Silly Lisa, why are you crying?" And she then asked Lisa to live with her forever in castle. Happy Happy.
Der Wald vor lauter Baumen
She tried very hard to connect to other human beings. And I wept.
I'm in the fabulous multnomah county library Belmont branch, doing a portland favourite activity - looking for work.
This week i have done many things, and had a couple minor breakdowns. Luckily, i am in wonderful health and can remember that I am not alone, and not an Island. Neither are you. Things will certainly even out.
Today I made tea with Mullien, Nettle, and Chickory root. Good for tiny congestions!
A long walk in the sun that has recently come out, sleeping in my new attic wonderplace, reading "we're going to see the beatles!" (An oral history of Beatlemania as told by the fans who were there) and issues of the wonderful art magazing Mome.
This weekend
1. Long, langourous times staring into lawns still green resisting winter
2. Seeing "Jizz Wizard", an amazing electrofunk band in a flooding basement
3. Went to a Benefit Show for the Elliot Free state, Where the band Slow Teeth played. Super show, and for more information about the Elliot Free state check out http://forestdefensenow.org/
4. Went to an ambient noise party at The Watershed, embroidered, got stressed, remembered the healing nature of forests and being alone.
5. Spent three hours making breakfast, played pinball, drank raw goat milk, Talked in bed with a friend for hours.
So dear readers/lookers; I'm not sure what happened with that flyer.
Uhhh, also My band Overcome By the Power of Love is playing a last miniute show/party tonight at the Lofts in Sodo. It's going to be a multi-loft party with Jack Wilson and the Wife Stealers, Scratchmaster joe, and others. I better not put the adress in my public blog, so if you don't know i guess you can't go. (Or you can be a friend and feel free to call!) We're on at 10:30.
I know i've been blogging more, it's just that I can't put mp3 and video into a zine. And i would never put things this trivial on paper. It is fun, though.
And really, this is easier to communicate the trivialities of my tastes.
I can gush about how much i love my bandmates, fin and april how much i will miss my seattle job how much i am into disco falsetto my empty bedroom of two years unicorn stitch the collapse period stains and dirt footprints on my mattress upkeep
There is a MARMOSET loose in the University district (not a joke, his name is Rafiki and he weighs around a pound. He was wearing a baby blue diaper when we went AWOL.) There a signs in plastic all around, so it's really not a joke. I did find an animal rights pamphlet in my stockpile of zines and ALF propaganda a day or so after the signs appeared, with a marmoset screaming on the front. It's a totally horrifying image, but it allows me to fully know what i should be looking for. Very tiny.
Also, My friend Rosa Lazzarini has an art show up at the deerborn house.
Hello kittens. Happy chilly day, pacific north westerners! Today I am going to discuss some more outdated media. A film, a zine, and a band.
First, the film. I stumbled upon a 1970 movie called Brewster Mccloud a few years ago, when all the video rental stores were selling video tapes for like 25 cents to make room for the digital video disc medium. With a taste for the supersaturated and tacky, it seemed like a good pick by the cover and description. The film is about a young, reclusive creature named Brewster who resides in a fallout shelter in the astrodome in Huston, Texas. He is building a pair of wings and training his body in an attempt to eventually fly away. This may sound like an iccarus situation, but it's way more neccesary than all of that. His companion Louise cares for him, when he ventures to the outside world where people are oftentimes harsh, racist, and violent. He and Louise are birds trapped in human bodies, essentially. There are wierd car chases, a murder subplot, and a romantic interest (Shelly Duval, who i really love. This was actually her first time in a film.) who leads directly to Brewster's downfall. The movie deals with Human restraints and the things done in an attempt to feel as though we are free. The entire film is cut with another bird trapped in a human body, a professor relating bird life to the human experience - I think this is the best part about it. Out of print, but really worth seeing.
ZINE REVIEW Today I skimmed a zine called "a punk kid walks into a bar." from 1999 or so. Because you'll probably will never encounter it, here are the highlights.
"The thing about Godzilla. Does he hate people? In all the Godzilla movies I've seen, it just seems like he stumbles into the cities by accident, and then simply reacts when people start shooting at him. Poor Guy"
"when looking at someone far away with binoculars and they yawn, it is hard to tell if they are yawning or just very calming and controlledly screaming."
"all of my dreams involve combing my hair" and, aside from that I'm over it.
and finally, this is the band I have been waiting for for quite a while to come into my existence. They were truly ahead of their curve in 1981. I love the whine and candidness of these like neo-beatniks.
Things I read this week: 
