29.11.04 :: feeling a little mary tyler moore-ish

whirlwind of a weekend. great play. great conference. great friends to share it with.

and whenever i did get to feeling a little sad this weekend, i just went downtown, spun around, and threw my beret high up into the air. it's as if my hat got to be happy, joyous, and free, even if i felt a little down.

i think that i'm going to make it after all.

now, faced with an actual 5-day work week, i don't know what to do with myself. make it through monday -- that's the first step. play it by ear from there.

oh, mr. grant...can't mary take the day off? she's exhausted, and her apartment is a pig sty.

posted by mary tyler moore on mon 29.11.04 8:14 AM

so, it's been more than a fortnight that i've written. what gives? child, i've been busy, ya'll. things should let up after thanksgiving is done and over with. and, you'll get to see some pictures of this play that i'm going to be in this friday. a lot of work, rehearsing for a play. it's my first one ever, believe it or not. i think that i missed my calling, because even though it's been tons of blood, sweat, and tears, i've really enjoyed the experience. really.

that said, take a look at the latest addition to my art collection. my friend, mark, gave me this print of tori for my birthday last month, and i just got it back from the framers. what's so incredible about this piece is that upon first glance, it looks like a simple pencil sketch of her, but when you take a closer look, you realize that her face is 'drawn' completely in an original script, and painstakingly repeated to 'carve' the contours of tori's face. "the result is a breathtaking, ethereal portrait -- barely more pronounced than a whisper, yet stunningly vivid." the piece is called suitcase: bats&love (a lesson in ethicism) by artist andrew johann salgado. he's an incredibly talented artist, very young, and not too hard on the eyes, either!

...like an unborn fetus, or maybe
the yolk of an egg, unfertilized.
waiting to hatch before my alligator
mother. i will have to be vicious.
ferocious. an angry piece of flesh. i
must fend for myself and prepare
for the clink of sterilized silver-
pharma-ware. the earth like a
needle. people's blood made of
nylon, teflon, rayon, and
carbon. i'll dance with gold
pom-poms. i'll give you my
mortgage. i'll give you my pc my
tv my ac. they'll fight to be racy.
i watch them destroy the glass in
their doors. although i am afraid i
dig up potatoes and eat crushed red
mangoes.

posted by lonestarsteve on wed 24.11.04 8:11 AM

1. i admitted that i was powerless over jeans shopping -- that my closet had become too small to hold them all.
2. came to believe that a really, really good sale on jeans could replenish my fall wardrobe.
3. made a decision to turn my credit cards over to the care of a responsible adult as i understood them to be.
4. made a searching and fearless inventory of my closet.
5. admitted to american express, to myself, and to that little hottie working the christmas season at the gap the exact nature of my jeans fetish.
6. was entirely ready to have tags removed from those pairs of jeans that might feel "snug" now, knowing that dropping 10 lbs. would make them more comfortable.
7. humbly asked the cute sales attendent to remove said tags.
8. made a list of all brands of jeans that i will not wear, and became willing to try them on -- all of them.
9. tried these jeans on wherever and whenever possible, except when to do so would make my butt look flat or my crotch look unappealing.
10. continued to take inventories of my closet and when jeans became unstylish, prompty admitted it.
11. sought through macy*s catalogues and other store mailouts to improve my conscious contact with just what types of jeans were in style as i understood them to be, hoping only for the knowledge of where to buy them and when, and for the power to carry out a successful shopping spree.
12. having had an awakening (of sorts) as a result of these steps, i will try to carry this message to all of my friends, and will practice these principles in all of my shopping trips.

posted by lonestarsteve on tue 09.11.04 7:43 AM

we're in for 4 very, very long years. that's all i'm sayin'. how the hell did this happen? what is wrong with this country of ours?

can i just crawl under a rock for the next 4 years? because that's what i want to do. you can't honestly tell me that for the next 4 years, whenever i see him on t.v., that i'm going to have to deal with the fact that this is the man that half the voting-aged population of the united states chose to represent them?

i guess we all "misunderestimated" him. well, he just better have some hard-fast "strategery" up his sleeve to get us all out of the mess that he so proudly calls his last 4 years.

what's that, george? you have some other things to say? well, go ahead, mr. president (you idiot).

"The future will be better tomorrow." (just brilliant. it was yale, right?)
"We're going to have the best educated American people in the world." (starting with you, right?)
"A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls." (really? who knew?)
"I stand by all the misstatements that I've made." (we're all going to hold you to that, now...)
"The American people would not want to know of any misquotes that George Bush may or may not make." (i beg to differ)

posted by lonestarsteve on wed 03.11.04 6:54 AM

i caved under the pressure of it all. halloween be damned. [note to self: next year, hide make-up bag somewhere you'll never find it well before labor day].

so, this was my rendition of adam ant. not a glam rocker. not a gay cowboy. adam ant, damnit. it was fun, though. i received more treats than tricks, anyway. wait a minute, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

posted by adam ant on mon 01.11.04 7:10 AM