I see myself in you

So quick note: I can't even tell you how tired I am from all my gallivanting here/there etc and the fact that I am headed back to my favorite state/home for a weekend wedding is even better though honestly I am exhausted thinking about staying up late and having beverages with my people. One does what one must do = what I say. So no more bawlbabying. I will however attempt to take salacious photographias and post them here during my visit/when I return. If nothing else, you'll at least get a picture of a big open field of green grass which in my book is better than.

Ok, I am off to bed to please sleep hard sans dreams of work and/or tornadoes. Catch you on the flip side = not what the kids are saying these days btw. I took a poll at the show tonight, not really, but I'm quite confident.

ps. My Morning Jacket was great, very loud, very good. Here is a very poor quality/really shitty sounding video taken with my Blurberry for your lack of musical enjoyment:




pps. Calling Canada: you still feel me?

Sunday walk

So for some reason, I'm all about the pictures and the video and not so much the words. Show/no tell. Speak no evil. Or whatever. Point being, I'm gearing up to take the dogs for another weekend walk in the woods.They both need to get out, I need to get out, the leaves on the ground are calling. Gonna take my camera and take you with me, show you our secret get-away. It's gonna be a bit cold and wet and overcast, the dogs don't care, there are squirrels to chase and things to investigate. Stay tuned for footage with no words.











ps. Today is a perfect day for a big pot of Muncie Chili and that is just what I'm gonna make and let simmer this evening. Football and chili, sound good?

snow

I love snow; for one, it makes everything white and pretty and clean. For two, it reminds me of sledding and snowball fights. It is the best part of winter. Unless you are living in the great white north where the snow is too much sometimes, I think most ppl like the stuff a little bit, especially the first snow of the season. Plus also, you can make a snowman and discuss love, ask him what he learned about it. Answer probably = it is everything and also who needs it and also it hurts and also it is the best thing ever. Right?

Bottom line is that snow is good.

...unless you live happen to be living in Washington DC and the first few flakes of snow occur in the morning hours. When it takes you 3 hours to get to work as a result of inching along I-95 to travel 2 miles in 1.5 hours and doing the math in your head tells you that at this rate, it is possible that your commute back home might take you into next week THEN maybe snow is not pretty and clean and happy anymore. This is why you drink sometimes (like now). This is why you must question the wisdom of cramming so many people in so many cars in so little square mileage because it is clear that dealing with things like the weather and like air is simply asking too much. It is also slightly scary to think of how the government of this great country operates at all given the near-shutdown that occurs at the first sign of moisture. I wish I were kidding. And one more thing, I hate having to bitch about the city and people and blah blah blah small-town-girl-in-DC etc because it gets old and repetitive and annoying, why can't I just talk about sex instead. That is a good question because I do not particularly care for the person I am becoming as a result of this whole business. It is time to buck up, tiny dancer, and get a grip. So this is me getting a grip. Turn a page and remember what is important (see below):

wolf lullaby

With a little help from up north, here is my moment of zen:

the sweet smell of victory

Plus also: A massage scheduled for tomorrow. You have no idea what this means to me. I'm not even complaining that it does not come with release. Which should be enough entrendre X 2 to last the rest of the weekend and which also dovetails nicely into the fact that the carpets are being cleaned tomorrow as well. And I will also mention the fact that I was able to consume 4 beverages last night which put a small dent in that which is required. TGIF, peeps, TGIF. And with that, my work here is done.

Eastern/Western Market

Ah, well so I was going to do a little video travelogue for you wherein I took you with me to visit DC's Western Market yesterday and then to the Eastern Market today so you too could experience a bit of market business. So armed with my camera and supplies, I headed into DC yesterday on what was quite possibly the hottest day of the year (at least until this Wed when it will actually be 100). Good times walking around the city in the sun/heat. So I got off at the Dupont Circle metro stop and decided I needed a beer before the walk. Then I hiked up about 8 or 9 blocks into Adams Morgan to see for myself what this Western Market was all about. I am sad to report it was only about 5 tented booths with a few knickknacks. In other words: a bust. I said fuck it and stopped videoing for you all and stopped at a cute little place french bistro-y type place near there for mimosas. I met a fellow newly-moved-here lesbian and off we went for more drinks. While out, we met this smarmy energy lobbyist we thought was gay but he was just overly tan and dressed gay-ly. Good times. I now have a headache to show for my trip to the market. But I have now made a new wingwoman/drinking partner to go out and about with so all was not lost.

Today, the agent and I are headed to the Eastern Market which promises to be like an actual market with you know, more than 4 booths. It's an actualy stop on the Orange/Blue line so I figure they can't lie too much about it being a real market. Wish me luck though, I've been wrong before. Like yesterday for instance. Hope your Sunday is progressing nicely. Goodday! Or as they say in Sweden: Tjadå!

ETA: Well, two things. First, we didn't make it to the Eastern Market. We were derailed at Chinatown due to the agent needing to throw up. Woo! We never did figure out the cause but we didn't want to chance a further metro trip to the market and potential public barfing so we hung out a bit at Gallery Place until things were settled enough to make it back home. Doesn't that sound fun? Oh well, to be honest, I was give-or-take-it wrt checking out the market. I can't quite believe I actively chose to go into the city both weekend days when I can barely make it through the week with all those people. Go me. I've spent the rest of today napping and chilling out which is pretty much a perfect Sunday (if it were football season, then it would be perfect, which, I realize, makes me a total lesbian, fair enough).

Random interlude: And I called vivvy and the Mrs last night! Yet we conversed not about boobies! Upon review, why not?!

Second thing: I wasn't going to post the two videos I took yesterday b/c they are gay and also I didn't really follow through with that whole document-the-market thing since I gave up after the second one and started drinking (lest you think all I do is drink and purchase hookers, let me assure you that in my off time, I often work for world peace and custom knit baptismal onesies and bonnets for small woodland creatures; it's what I do). However, I would hate to think that VJJ is out there waiting and wishing and hoping to see these way-gay vids and I disappoint. So here you go:

1. Wherein I attempt to draw a comparison between ascending the Metro and a bright-light-at-the-end of the tunnel near death experience and fail lamely.




2. A stop off at my throw-down bar for a pre-market beer. And by throw-down, I mean default and by market, I mean 4-lame-craft-booths-with-macrame-and/or-pottery-(no-offense-to-the-"artists"-who-are-at-least-trying-to-get-a-market-going).

Riding on the Metro*

Just for you, a chance to experience your own real-life Metro commute with me. Yeah, how gay is that? Very I say. So follow me as I navigate but one tiny segment of my commute at rush hour on this lovely July day. I mention in the video worrying about you getting "car sick" because you know, walking with the camera is totally like riding in a car. Oh screw it, you try to be all on your toes on Friday. I'm so tired, I don't even care that I probably sound like a total dork. Just tell me you love me no matter what and we'll call it a day, yeah?

Enjoy your commute:






* Hello, if you don't love this Berlin song, I don't even know you anymore.

Sakura Matsuri - Yeah, That's How We Roll

So yesterday, The Agent and I ventured down to our nation's capital to check out the tail end of the Cherry Blossom Festival parade and the Japanese street festival that followed. Luckily, the weather and this "nor' easter" that you all have out here did not blow in until last night, so the day was actually nice. I took a load of pictures of the street scenes, various/sundry flowers that caught my eye, and because we were close, we wandered down to the house which is white. Alas, my many suggestions were not well received by its inhabitants so what can you do but admire the pretty trees outside? Here you go:

The IRS Building Which Is Hassling Me About My 2005 Taxes Oh And The Festival




Celebration Of Japanese-American Culture Sponsored By Target




Cartoon Characters Or Anime? Not Sure What They Were Selling




After This, She Will Write A Memoir Or Update Her Myspace




Pretty On The Outside



Shiny and Gold




Trees Blooming




Tulips Tulipping




Video! Of Drumming! Japanese!

Snow Dogs!

Here is my first full-length feature film. I think I'll call it Dances with Dogs and submit it to Sundance. There is angst and drama and most importantly, an ice/snow storm. You'll note the nuanced work by one of the stars, who you might recognize from her work in a series of performance pieces in the 70's when she and her co-star recreated scenes from obscure French films, with puppets. Those were crazy times, when opium was prevalent and our bodies were much more limber. But I digress..enough talk, let's see some action around here.



I've got a couple of other shorts exploring the same themes. Yeah, this is some serious Merchant Ivory material, it's true. Just waiting for them to upload and you will be the first to see my directorial debut.

ETA: A spoken word piece.



ETA 2: Go get 'em!

Dog walk

On Saturday, I saw two lynx crossing the path and heading into the woods, I thought at first they were wild coyotes, but I was close enough to see them and noted their bobbed tail and that they looked cat-like, but bigger. It was pretty awesome because I had never seen them before around here. And then when I drove home and turned into the driveway at dusk, there were two deer and a fawn in our front yard just staring at me. I swear, I've noticed more wildlife since we've moved here than in the three years combined in the old place. I like it.

I took the dogs on another walk the other day when it was warm and sunny. Or I should say, they took me. We went out on the other side of the lake, near the river, not very far from the bike trail I ride all the time. Naturally I took some pix and video to share. The camera work is choppy b/c I'm being pulled along -- I may have to delay this submission for oscar consideration until next year. Enjoy!





Prairie

Surveying her domain

Cold drink/long walk

360

So I'm still having trouble uploading some pix from yesterday. I took the dogs out to the lake for a good walk and took some pix of various/sundry. I did manage to upload a couple of videos however. It was a very warm windy day and the dogs were loving being outside. The first vid is just a short little thing I took on the way up to a hill near the lake. The next is a 360 shot where I stood on a bench at the top of Sanders Mound. Did I mention the wind? I nearly fell taking the second one and my hair was flying all over the place but yeah, I think I have a future in the movie industry.

(After all, I did direct my favorite thes-bian in several low-budget softcore p()rn movies in the 70's and 80's such as Chica and The Man and Tequila Mockingbird: Boob Radley's Revenge. Of course, this was way before our Betty Ford days and you know how things were back then..poppers and martinis and such).

Anyway: Nature! MegaWind! Dogs!





Sanders Mound in the center of pix behind tree

More to come when Blogger gets its shit together.

Why Kansans Are Weird

So today, author/blogger/pop culture princess Pamela Ribon came to town to read from her new book Why Moms Are Weird. As expected, the reading was entertaining and Pamie was an engaging speaker, deftly handling an..unconventional..library patron who wandered into the session clueless and asked the first non-sequitor question of the day: "What do you think about co-dependency and how do you get out of it?" The crowd was about half and half, Pamie Fans and summer reading program participants who were just there for a prize drawing. She read several chapters from the new book and one from Why Girls Are Weird which had been brought by a Pamie Fan. Then an interesting Q&A, peppered by random conversations with the unconventional library patron. Apparently, there is one in every crowd.

However, the highlight for me was grabbing a quick interview with Pamie before the whole thing started and which I shall share with you now: