pantoum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PULITZER-PRIZE-WINNING EPISTOLARY EXCHANGES All right, if I have to be sick, then I figured I should at least eat a spoil-myself lunch, so I ordered an Amante's sun-dried tomato, fresh garlic, fresh basil, proscuitto and pesto pizza with olive oil and it is mighty tasty! Picked up a caesar salad with anchovies for dinner too. I mean, why not? It's not as if anyone wants to kiss me. And now a brief summary of my brief correspondence with the woman I once loved enough to say Forever to. Which reminds me, I gotta do something with that $800 platinum ring. Best idea so far is to embed tiny little multicolored river rocks into the platinum band. I bet my jewelry-making pal could do that pretty easily and I certainly have the rocks. Our correspondence:Subject: helloAnd then, because I couldn't resist: I've been out some with mono, but was probably just parked on the lower level when you came by.Well yeehaw y'all. We better call the Pulitzer Prize selection committee to nominate that little epistolary exchange for an award. Stopped at a chorus member's apartment after work to pick up my saw, drill, hammer, drill bits, extension cord, and paint. And now I'm painting our huge U-Haul prop, which looks very cool. The truck has "HOMO-69" on the side and a big picture of two dykes in wedding gowns on the side with San Francisco written above them in script. Bouncy BeBop is going to run across the stage with this prop during the concert. Fun. I told Musicgrrl I'd try to make a draft of the program insert tonight even though I'm STILL waiting on some information. I knew this was going to happen.... Don't know if I have the energy left, though. Would need to go upstairs and scan three ads, size them, then create templates and all I want to do is get this paint off my hands and crawl into bed. This sinus infection or mono or whatever the hell I caught is bad news and has just drained me. The good news is, I don't have a fever tonight; the bad news is, I have this kind of bad electrical feeling—not quite a headache and not quite a back/neck ache, but definitely bothersome pain—right at the base of my skull. And my throat is really raw. And my eyes and ears hurt. And the bones around my eyes hurt. And I am utterly exhausted and lethargic.Ugh ugh ugh. This sucks. Just logged onto Match.com to check out Poetgrrl's personal ad again while my blue paint dried. The site has this feature that will show me other ads like hers, so I clicked on it to look for other poets and received this message:Sorry, no other profiles like Poetgrrl's can be found; Poetgrrl is one in a million!Kinda figured that, but nice. So then I decided to ask Match.com to show me more profiles like mine—and received the same message. Oh well. Maybe we dyke poets are few and far between. Or something. Uploaded a bunch of new pictures to my Flickr photo blog today and need to go in and add interesting narratives because my friends say they love that about my page. And now I'm going to post this entry, fix myself a cup of hot tea, and play a few songs on the guitar before calling it an early night. Hope I can sing. • (Friday AM) Well, Mr. Motorola went to sleep while I was typing that last night, so now it's Friday morning. I just stopped by the doctor's in a driving downpour and donated three vials of blood to the cause of health. Guess I'll know in a week or so if I'm still healthy. Had to fast after midnight, so was very happy to reach my little coffee shop, even if I had to order decaf. (Sigh.) Went to sleep without finishing the program draft—I hate to lay out material when I don't have everything because I just wind up repeating my work once other stuff gets added, but we really are out of time here! So how's this headline strike you? A Molly Ivins's article in today's AlterNet saysThe Texas Legislature gives itself a huge retirement pension and, the next day, cuts retirement benefits for teachers. Welcome to a Republican-ruled state. Also, in THE VIEW FROM THE OWNER'S BOX—nice title, eh?—she pointed out that, You know, it's one thing for Republicans to run year after year railing against government. But once you win, you got to run it, people.Just checked out the Free Will Astrology website. I don't buy into that stuff very much, but think Rob Brezsny is so very cool and insightful and love that he always references some weird, obscure, fascinating fact that makes me think. My horoscope this week is particularly interesting, given that a friend just said that an ex of mine still tries to live up to my values, particularly where money is concerned. Huh. Told her it's not so much that I'm opposed to money—you can do a lot of good things with it—but that I refuse to sell any part of my soul in the name of making money and want to make decisions based on the care of my soul and other people's souls, on making room for me to create and pursue what interests me rather than on what will make me most fiscally comfortable or more like the proverbial Joneses with whom the advertisers say I should be keeping up. Maybe that's unusual in a consumer culture, but I guess I've always understood that money is an empty goal. (I also took enough advertising and logic classes to recognize consumer manipulation when I see it. I do have huge "money issues" though, as this ex pointed out more than once.) I grew up poor, but now spend most of my time around people from middle- or upper-class families, which can make me feel out of place sometimes, especially when these people assume—as they almost always do—that their references include me. And they don-t.Plus, poor people are considered failures in our culture and stereotyped as stupid, and my family is definitely not stupid (bigoted sometimes, but not stupid—at least not most of my immediate family). Nope. We were just dysfunctional as all get out and struggled financially. And some of us still do. So welcome to the way most Americans live, privileged pals. What's that MLK line:We must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. Yeah. That about sums it up for me. Free Will Astrology:(Aquarius, week of June 2, 2005) I live pretty simply, and often have an allergic reaction in the presence of people who have their own jet airplanes, travel with personal servants and style consultants, drink $300-a-bottle champagne, and vacation in palatial spas on private islands. Having said that, I am duty-bound to report that you now have an astrological mandate to indulge in as much extravagant pleasure as you can afford. Your watchword for the week comes from Frank Lloyd Wright: "Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities."And, apropros to, perhaps—but not really—nothing, I noticed in Harris Teeter last night that there is a magazine called Billionaires. The fuck?! You mean people actually take that home and read it instead of living their lives? LISTENING TO: KRS-1 singing about Afrocentric education: (See you don't know that you ain't just a janitor coz no one told you 'bout Benjamin Baneecker. A brilliant black man who invited the almanac—see, can't you see where KRS is coming at?)2:21 p.m. - 2005-06-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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