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Dec. 26th, 2009

A Snappy Holiday Weekend

Glad to pick up an extra day this week...even for being automatic for a holiday. 

Had a chance to join Baby for my first Solstice ritual in Arizona.  Pretty cool.  The ceremony itself was a little technically disjointed.  The PA mic wasn't on par and those giving the directions sounded like they'd been lowered into a well.  But we still enjoyed ourselves.  Partook of a potluck lunch before the proceedings and met a few of the other pagans Baby already knew and some we were meeting for the first time.  At the ritual's raffle drawing we scored three prizes between us, with both of us landing craftily designed wooden boxes.  Now I just have to sharpen up on really introducing myself to Christopaganism and Hinduism now and pretty soon I'll have to work up a collection of spiritually important trinkets and tools.

Then Baby and I headed to her first photo shoot!!  What a great opportunity for her!!!  The guy's name was Richard Wallace, a pro photographer who shot out of his own apartment.  When he opened the front door we were both probably wondering what the hell he was doing answering the door on his knees!  Turns out he'd lost the use of his legs and was confined to a wheelchair.  All that aside, he was extremely professional and knowledgeable and knew just how to pose Baby to bring out her photogenic strengths!  She brought along her steampunk goth outfit with a top hat and her red shirt/black vest outfit and killed it in front of the camera!  HOT STUFF, man!!  Now Baby has picked up two more photo shoots in the next month or so!  Very excited for her--and very excited looking at the photos of her.

Christmas/Yule were great!  Got Baby a sweet black coffin purse, a Hello Kitty ceramic bank she can paint with whatever colors of her choice, the book "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" and a bar of Godiva raspberry dark chocolate!!  I was given a very comfy memory foam pillow, a book on how to improve brain function (especially with memory!), an electric shaver and Nivea face cleanser and three ginormous bars of soap!!  I don't know what it is about soap but soap ROCKS.  My mom got us the excellent digital camera (among other things)!  And today we had a great lunch at Village Inn--a restaurant I am glad to know they still have because it was a big culinary backdrop to my childhood--and then spent a little while over at Rickey and Neenie's place!!

So, yeah, definitely a snappy holiday weekend...in more ways than one!!

Dec. 22nd, 2009

Part 2: The Bedroom

Now, in addition to having a new state as a residence, Baby and I have a new room as a residence.  Every time I walk into our new bedroom--the master bedroom, ya see--I feel renewed.  It's like we've been going through moving stages.  Sleeping bag on the floor to bed in a room the size of my work's broom closet...to a full on master bedroom with square footage the likes of which I've certainly never seen!  Like climbing a ladder.  And we've reached the top!!  A two-sink bathroom with adjoining shower is right there as a part of the room!  Love this. 
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Dec. 19th, 2009

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It is real.

Ang and I made it.  Physically, yes, but I'm talking about making it...in life.  Missouri can suck it.  We're here in the Grand Canyon State and nothing can turn us back.  From Arizona nor to who we were (or thought we were) back home.  Not to say everything we were back in St. Louis was a catastrophic failure.  We had really great friends and there were some great attributes the neighborhood had as far as culture and history.  But it was like the buildings and theme parks in "Life After People"; it has become strangled and drowned by overgrowth and very, very shoddy.  And nobody will ever be back to see what needs to be fixed.  It died a long time ago and it was just better to have left it to die. 

Hello, Mesa.  After the first week here we finally got to smile.  Because it was real and because it was happening to the least lucky couple.  And so much of what we'd had to endure with the cats and holding our own despite their agony was finally at an end.  We didn't not want to face up to the fact we had what was so long out of our grasp, of course, but there was something about this place that was holding us in its power and telling us we had it better now.  More of a power than interesting smelling air or mountains that looked just as beautiful from the freeway as they did up close; it was a power of re-energizing.

Dec. 16th, 2009


...starting Saturday!

Sep. 6th, 2009


I haven't been able to post to this damn site because of the constant freezing and hesitation every time I log in for weeks!!  Fuck's sake...!

But that isn't what this post is about.  Not even close.

A young child is crying outside right now (at night on a Sunday), only more of a reminder to Baby and I we need to get the f out...a child screaming like it doesn't care that its head can't take it because it is let out free to do so and nobody worries what the crying is about.  Just as long as everybody gets to hear about what the child is screaming to take the place of what the child could be saying.  Something like, "Could someone please take me away from my parents, please!  God, how lame...I'm only, like, ten years older than them!!"  Well, that's not the only reason this neighborhood and this city and our worlds in it are headed straight for hell.  But Babe and I are thirty years younger than the oldest members of ours and even we kinda feel like the crying kid might feel if it could speak in sentences instead of 80's horror movie teen screams.

And we are getting the f out.  On November 2nd, we break contact.  We're going to let that middle finger fly toward that colossal arch the minute we hit 44 and blow this popsicle stand!!!

The title of this post, "FINALLY!!", similarly indicates our feelings toward making a horrifying but exciting transition I haven't made in seventeen years and Baby hasn't made in nearly fortyFinally.  Finally, a gift is placed at our doorstep.  A gift pointing toward something positive.  LONG-TERM positive.  No, it's not a 2010 Volvo S80...it's a new LIFE.  Yeah, several dozen factors--the climate, the animal welfare job opportunities Babe has out there, the mind-boggling proximity of my workplace to our new home--have secretly crept up our front steps and placed this no-longer mysterious gift on the porch. 

But, just the same, there are factors that come from our "want" file besides the ones that come from our "need" file.  The "want file" factors are the chance to be around my best dawg Rickey all the damn time and getting ASS OUT of the Midwest and kickin it fresh.  We're sick of picking up the phone displaying a local number and making us think it's a job interview call when it's actually a phone interview asking us if we'd like the opportunity to work for a TIME SHARE.  We're sick of next door neighbors on the weekdays pounding the stereos, shouting across to each other from three feet away on the street and puffin "the bleezy" past eleven.  We're sick of utilities and equipment we use here at home tanking out on us then not getting fixed when it's promised.  We're sick of living in a place where Albert Pujols clocking one over the centerfield fence is more important to the locals than neighbors picking up the litter on the other side of their own fence.  Sick of hearing racial epithets and ethnic slurs at both jobs; the "n" word at my office job and the "t" word referring to Iraqi people at my retail job.  Sick of a city slowly being laid out like a red carpet for the yuppies while leaving its poorer citizens on their asses on the concrete.

Sick of "the Lou".  Sick of everything for which it stands.  But not sick of the aura of happiness and excitement that has been carrying us in its loving arms and keeping us warm for the last month.

Get ready.  All eyes on us.  November 2nd: Mesa, Arizona or BUST!!!  Finally....

Aug. 21st, 2009

Forgotten Rock GOD, Nicki Rose, on The WFMU Blog

Sorry I haven't posted on here in a very long time.  I will resume halfway normal posts on the next go-around but I had to bring you this new (updated new, rather) blog post from WFMU's Beware of the Blog

WFMU is a non-commercial, non-underwritten freeform community radio station out of East Orange, NJ.  And the weird, bizarro posts I saw back a year or so ago instantly made me want to join up and contribute my own weird, bizarro posts.  

In this updated post I'm bringing you three unearthed gold bar videos from one Nicki Rose, supposedly born in a town in Arkansas I've not yet been able to actually find in my Internet research.  Anyway, Rose had
always dreamed of being a certified, bona fide, metalfied rock star, so he taped "demos" of himself killing it for any interested record label he thought might give him that break.

The Rose's dream whittled.  No label called him back nor gave him the time of day.  Luckily there's a blog of insane people who did.  Nicki Rose: ROCK ASS!!

Aug. 6th, 2009

Rain Goddess (for Ardith)

A haiku to you, my love...

You are the shower
the earth takes dancing on the 
outside window glass.

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Aug. 4th, 2009

And Now, Your Local Forecast

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Jul. 26th, 2009

Poem #27

This is for Michael and the rest of the Jackson family.

The glove was totally unnecessary.
You had a shine on you when you were nine years old.

We certainly didn't need the fancy choreography, either.
All you ever had to do was flash that silly grin and that was all the dancing from you we needed.

And we really could've done without that backwards walk.
It was just tape played backwards of you moving forward.

Do I even have to mention the first solo album?
Yes, because nobody mentions it and it kicked more ass than that one about the wall.

I didn't care for the people who followed you.
They couldn't aim their cameras straight enough to get the best shot at you.

You definitely didn't need to do all that race and language barrier-breaking.
Every kid with a poster in his room and a glove had long beaten you to it.

When you touched a child's soul everybody kept accusing you of getting too close.
The only soul they ever touched was with a fork and a glass of champagne.

Why didn't you ever stop loving those who couldn't just leave you alone?
Some ex-wife or disgruntled uncle always wanted to be starting something.

Oh, and by the way, I'm not going to call your name for you to be there.
It's going to be stuck in my head for a very long time

Jul. 20th, 2009

Lost 80's Gem--Nolan Thomas, "Yo, Little Brother!"

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