January 2009
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December 2008
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Where to begin?
Currently in recovery. Good times be had in these hither parts. Still sorting and laughing.
Only one big blow up on the books, directed at Sister Saphrona. I called her a dirty whore (even though she’s not, as far as I know) and she nearly punched me. I continued to egg her on (of course), muttering that it would be fun to have a shiner, but she refrained.
A Take Away Show with Vampire Weekend. Acoustics, what?!
Fo' Rizzle
Guy From High School: So did you really go to high school with us?
Me: Yes. You played basket ball. I was the school mascot.
I, Emilushous am ready to rage, but these bullets...
I wish I could remember who, from the other night, asked me if I’d consider giving their friend (sister?) my ID to use as a fake.
I am itching for a dance party, and I’m thinking that the Grateful Dead cover band I booked for Gilbert’s is NOT going to offer me what I’m looking for. House party in the books? Check.
Reminiscing about Josh’s (no longer) annual day...
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Get around kinda town.
As soon as I found out about The Fire Downtown, I sent out a mass text (LOCAL GOSSIP!) to a bunch of friends and immediately heard back from Kate in Chicago, who had already heard about the fire from her boyfriend, Chad. Chris Brown could see the flames from his apartment, “Raging blaze.” he proclaimed. Jenna told me that it was Gushee who made the initial call to the fire department.
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Personal invitation to dinner.
Mom: Saphrona!
Mom: SAPHRONA!
Saphrona: (Muffled) What?!
Mom: Would you open your fucking door?
Saphrona: (Muffled) Why?!
Mom: SO I CAN FUCKING TALK TO YOU!
Speaking of 90’s comebacks, today I dug out and wore out my Doc Martens from high school.
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Jason Crigler: Hope And Recovery : on NPR →
Musician Jason Crigler’s remarkable recovery from a brain hemorrhage in 2004 was documented in the film Life. Support. Music. I was fortunate to see the film at CIFF this fall and was completly blown away. Chills. Tears. Laughter. Faith in faith. The works.
See it.
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"Stop sucking on the pussy to get to the peen."
Sometimes, I’m even surprised by the shit that comes out of my mouth.
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Last Report of a Crackpot: How Much Energy to Use... →
In the game of thermostat chicken, Turboglacier is holding a lead. The blogger from Portland, Maine, has not yet turned on the heating.
I’ve actually been meaning to link to Turbo’s updates on existing sans heat, and here he is, mentioned on Treehugger.
The Asteroid Galaxy Tour: Around the Bend
There’s something magical about sleeping on a winter night, with snow falling outside and the radiator shhhhhing warmly in the corner, frost making patterns on the windowpane and the weight of thick blankets on your chest and the breath of those you love coming steadily and quietly. You can’t have that kind of contentment on a balmy warm night. It’s a particular form of...
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I’ve been thinking about starting a local, text based winter adventure club. And not just for immediate friends, but as an open invitation for anyone (with close proximity to downtown) interested in random spontaneous excursions.
“Meet in Harbor Park for sledding in 20 minutes”
“Village Green snow ball fight in 15”
“Gather in 45 at the Carriage Trail to hike...
Harriet the Spy
Does anyone have access to, or knowledge of a good criminal record resource?
I’m looking into a certain individual’s recent activity in Florida, but I’m probably going be backtracking to activity in Georgia, Arizona, California, Washington and Maine. I’m too poor to buy the vague/ripoff intelius records for every goddamn move this person has made, so any suggestions (or...