May. 28th, 2002

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 544 lazy ass weekend
 
  • May 28, 2002
     
    Well, we didn't win the lotto on Saturday, so I'm back at work. Ah
    well.

    Got the new Renaissance Magazine. 2 1 weekend renfaires in TX: 1 in
    Sept. and one in Dec. I dreamt that I sent off for vendor info. I
    think that means I should.

    Friday: got lucky. :) saw UHF w/ Tom & Max.
    Saturday: Dean & Deluca breakfast all day. Other than that, did
    nothing. Oh! weighed myself at BB&B. 200. Feh.
    Sunday: Nude Yoga & Beckett's crawfish boil. Great party. Nice
    people. I was shy.
    Monday: More nothing. some laundry. dishes.

    2 more sunflowers in my garden. Big rain last nite. that's about it.


    Taurus
    Horoscope (by astrocenter.com)
    If you have taken any risks recently trying to improve your financial
    assets, dear Taurus, it's time to see the results and take care of
    any small problems that haven't been dealt with yet. But those are
    just details. Yet you still need to be vigilant! Financial success is
    near, and you wouldn't want anything to get in there and spoil all
    your hard work. Be vigilant!

    Gemini
    Horoscope (by astrocenter.com)
    You always like to learn new things, dear Gemini, in order to satisfy
    your insatiable curiosity. Yet, today everything may seem very banal
    to you. So why don't you do something else for once, like taking care
    of yourself! You might want to get a check-up at the doctor's just in
    case. Take it easy today. No one can be as active as you every single
    day of the year!

    546 Jen's Poem: Manifesto

     
    • May 28, 2002
       
      I had a lull - figure I should tweak when I could, in
      case I don't get a lunch break. :(

      ------------

      Letter of Resignation

      I.

      Effective (for once)
      immediately (finally), I quit
      I'm done
      gone
      my glass is full
      and must be emptied.
      Seemingly bottomless,
      it collected rainwater tears
      spilled ballgame beers
      and an encyclopaedia of other substances
      I wouldn't care to name.

      What was I thinking
      when I dove
      legs tight together like
      Daddy said
      arms a Pontiff's Mitre
      so willingly
      into this oubliette?

      I'd like to say, righteously wounded
      "I was misled"
      like Private Benjamin
      I got off the bus only to find
      that there weren't any beachfront condos
      and sailboats

      But no one recruited me
      this I chose
      so unbelievable
      I know
      who'd'a thunk it?
      But doesn't it all seem
      so perfect to everyone else

      I tell them "it's a buncha crap"
      and they SMILE, the bastards
      a visual "awwww" and
      pat on the head
      "She isn't potty-trained yet?"
      their sandblast-shiny teeth
      seem to say.

      And so I quit
      wash my hands and face
      without consulting anyone.
      I'm on a plane, window seat
      on the wing,
      Everything else is below
      and behind
      What I want is beyond
      and that's what my ticket says
      I'm on the plane to Beyond
      too excited to sleep.

      II.

      Life is short life
      is long life
      is everything so
      why don't you tend it
      find out what It needs?

      Instead you sit contentedly
      blind happy in your misery
      Why? And you want me to do the same.
      Instead I say "Fuck That."
      Why?
      Because Life is too short
      to waste and too long
      to spend unhappily, miserably or simply
      pleasant-boringly
      ennui collectors filling
      with paper-work and kilobytes
      in daylong portions
      stuffed and swallowed
      you grow fat, complacent
      telling me wild tales
      of battles won and lost.

      It's all a buncha crap,
      I say again. It's the mantra
      that gets you out of bed and
      into your car,
      but it's empty and starving
      for lifelong weekends.
      Most importantly,
      it isn't mine.

      I chose the oubliette and
      seeing you, living you
      I unchoose I leave
      I scale out hand
      over hand feet sticky with
      magic fly-feet wall-climbing glue

      And I make it to the top
      the trip, in actuality, much easier
      than I imagined it sitting
      in my office
      at the bottom
      under the lid that swallowed
      the light.

      III.

      As I write this letter,
      I am on that plane I told you about.
      Well, not exactly. Turns out,
      there is no such place as Beyond
      at least, not a place that is accessible by plane.
      So, I had to give it a name,
      and in my window-seat on the wing
      I hear the pilot announce
      before the flight attendants'
      mime routine

      That we are headed to
      Austin, Texas
      where the sun is a big fried-egg
      on a blue plate
      and my friends
      wait for me.

      547Re: AHA!

       
      • May 28, 2002
         
        Here's me and Jen dishing on my latest theory (the 'decorating the
        trailer to look like a harem' was fun, but I think this one might be
        closer to 'truth')

        ME:
        Anyhoo...did you get my latest theory on SIL's purchases? I wonder -
        why- she wants to dress her horsie up and gallop around in bedouin
        clothing...as far as I know, her horse does not do dressage, and SIL 
        is not a good enough rider to go into competition....so why waste all
        that $ and freak your horse out for nothing?

        JEN:
        Yeah, I did see that. Beats me. I agree with ya. As
        I understand it, most people who do dressage are a bit
        classier and thinner than A. She would just be
        setting herself up for mortification.

        Which, actually, might be rather fun to witness.

        ME:
        I should check with the Expo Center to find out when the next Arabian
        event is and see if she registers and/or shows up. nah...nevermind.
        Sounds like too much work.

        Cant' wait to see your new poem. :)

        It's lunchtime for me. I think I will hit the library.

        548 hobbies for yahoo profile

         
        • May 28, 2002
           
          whenever I decide to get it back to normal:

          Amusement parks, beads, camping, the 80's, gardening, gems,
          meadmaking, nature, Pilates, reading, renaissance faires,
          silkpainting, skating, soapmaking, stained glass, TX wine, travel,
          writing, Yoga

       
 

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