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| Was the flood that carried you from me
Sometimes things happen that make everything else go by the wayside.
Case in point: This article is about my grandparents.
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/metropolitan/6045799.html
Sometimes life just blows beyond belief.
But on the bright side, you know who your real friends are.
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| Then it felt like going through the motions
Funny, but going to Philly in June for Kat was never even a question.
So why am I dithering over LA in October?
That alone should probably tell me something.
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| Funny place for the social
Up at the Russian River this weekend with a bunch of "family" (if it's a step-parent's brother's step-family, is it still family?), the following exchange took place.
Lots of middle aged female WASP jabbering about the blight of the working classes on society, which culminated in a group outrage over low income housing in North Lake Tahoe.
WASP #1: Can you believe it? And right there near the lake! It will KILL property values!
WASP #2: How on earth could they put it there? I mean, of all places?!
WASP #3: Our neighbor has been fighting it with a group of people, but the town won't listen.
WASP #2: I don't even get it: Why would they even want to live in Lake Tahoe?
WASP #1: I know what you mean! What's the point if they can't afford anything there?
WASP #3: Aren't there plenty of other places in the state they could do this?
ME: The people who make your lattes and ring up your groceries and clean up after you at the casinos need a place to live too, you know.
The entire patio, all 20 people, falls silent.
WASPS, in unison: Well we weren't saying they didn't!
ME: So...????
And the conversation turns to shoes and knock-off handbags.
The irony? The next evening these women were going on about how US healthcare should be socialized. But only because they don't want to pay medical bills. They don't give a rat's arse about the underserved in this country.
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| Ocean Spray
Today I discovered that Oniichan tried Ribena for the first time last night.
Which is cool, because I meant to offer him some of my stash in the fridge. So I'm glad he found it.
Unfortunately, he didn't see the small print saying you're supposed to mix the concentrate in the bottle with a LOT of water.
And he drank a whole cup of blackcurrant concentrate.
That is a LOT of anti-oxidants and Vitamin C.
I told him to try it the proper way once the trauma wears off.
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| Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
It's been a while
Oniichan and I are a LOT alike. We're very different, too... he wants to be liked, while I couldn't care less about what people think of me. But we still have a lot in common under the surface.
We share our judgmental nature, our deep loathing of hypocrisy, our deep loathing of Hilary Clinton and the Republican party, our fascination with genocide and raising awareness, our predilection to disturbing ourselves intentionally by reading too many books on the former, our fascination with politics and our utter impatience with people who don't understand or don't care about it, a ferocious literary apetite, a fondness for old-skool videogames... long live the SNES and Sega Genesis!
But now we share a fondness for the Manic Street Preachers... strange but true! I never thought he'd come around. I'd played him some stuff off "This is my Truth..." and "Generation Terrorists" back in the day, and he thought it was OK but it never really took... too Rock for him. But the other day I was playing "Lifeblood" in the car and he was hooked. The New Order-ish music and the deep lyrics hooked him and reeled him in. And suddenly we were watching Manics videos and performances together on Youtube. And I was explaining Richey and he was actually interested. And he was borrowing the record and playing it on his own and then randomly singing the songs around the house. We like bonded over the record, or something.
Don't get me wrong, he still thinks their other records are too Rock for his taste. But with that one record (a beautiful, underrated portrait full of poetry and grace), our tastes aligned.
In other news
I'm now a professional writer. Strange but true. I am getting paid to write. And people are reading it.
And I was cleaning house and came across several old photos and came to the conclusion that my hair has always looked best short... and dark... or burgundy... so... you never know... it just might be time for a change.
And finally, my dear Coco (aka my beautiful blue bug) turned 100,000 on Saturday. Pictures will follow soon.
Last 9 films viewed, in reverse chronological order
Juno
There Will Be Blood
Nanking
Persepolis
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
The Savages
The Great Debaters
I Am Legend
Atonement
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