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Today I went into the city for the first time since I left More Than. I don't miss the stagnant air of the subway platform. I don't miss everything smelling like piss. I don't miss thousands of people bustling through the streets.
I did go to Redding Terminal. I bought some meat at the market and they tied it up with butcher's paper and string. How nostalgic.
Things aren't getting any better.
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Heya everybody.
I know about the Goodwill on Passyunk and PAT, of course. And I think there's a little thrift joint on Broad but I've never visited.
I need thrift stores. And book stores. I live south of Washington and west of Broad, if that helps.
What are your favorites?
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[16 Oct 2007|11:04am] |
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I don't know what to say...
Drew Carey is calling people 'buddy' and 'man' on The Price's Right.
I don't like change!
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) thirteenthgrace did a meme in which 7 of their interests were picked and they were to elaborate on them...as is the way of Memes there was a call out to be asked - so I put my virtual hand up. If you'd like to play along, comment. I'll pick 7 interests of yours that I'd like to know more about, and you will write a journal entry about them in your journal and invite your friends to comment and so on and so forth. Don't just tell me about your interests in a comment to my journal...you've got to play fair and put it in your journal, so others can play along.
migrating geese
The change of the seasons has always been very important to me physically and mentally. When I hear Canadian geese flying south it awakens reminiscent childhood memories that winter is coming. I look up at them and point just like a 5 year old. It's also one of my favorite sounds tied to when I last lived with my father. I suppose I always wanted to go somewhere else every year at the same time.
tattoos
I have some, I would like to get more. I like the idea of changing your body forever. I also feel a certain sense of control when I get inked. It's comparable to what I've read about young people having eating disorders or cutting. It may start out as an attempt to contour their bodies but it is actually an attempt to control their life or a situation they may be going through.
I have an androgynous being on an IV pole with a gas mask on my calve, that I got when I turned 23. Beautiful experience. It marked the end and beginning of something completely different in my life. My next endeavor that need to come soon or will loose it's meaning will be 2 skeletons buried in the ground (cut away picture) and above ground is a mushroom cloud.
the gay industry
I should actually remove this one. Ha! I used to work at a very deceitful, appearance driven, hot spot for gays. I hated it. There's a post about me being fired from July. It was sickening how caddy and superficial the customers and the people I worked with and for, were. But I heard a rumor the other day the place went out of business!
scrapbooks
I'm obsessed with tangible memories. I guess it would be a harsh fear of losing my memory one day that's to blame. Sometimes I feel as though my memories are all I am. So, I put them down on paper, in journals(I should actually count them sometime), and in sculpture form. I also can put my own spin on the happenings that are in my scrapbooks. Then again sometimes I just add interests to see what I can derive inspiration from on Lj. hehehe
red eared slider turtles
I was never really interested in reptiles until last xmas. My boyfriend bought me a tiny chinatown turtle from a man on the subway. They are extremely popular in Philly and usually die very early due to people not knowing how to take care of them. I came home and did days and days worth of research on what they need to be happy. I found out that the breed is very expensive to take care of. But I wouldn't give up my Boris for anything. He'll be a year old in the end of November and went from about the size of a walnut to the size of my palm.
field guides
I love field guides. Especially location specific botanical guides. I think their beautiful to look at and I'd like to think I could live like a savage if I wanted to and identify all of the plants. I also like to copy them and use them in my collages.
extreme weather
Extreme weather scares the piss out of me. It also fascinates me to no end. I've lived through a hurricane and canoed through it's eye. Nothing makes me feel smaller and insignificant then it. We live in the world and still cannot change or own it.
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| Calm before the storm |
[18 Sep 2007|01:40pm] |
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Sunday morning I went outside with the cat, my normal, early routine. And it was dead quiet. No cars on the street, no planes, not even a piece of trash blowing in the alley. It was nice. Since then it's been strange working conditions, irritability at home about my parents coming, general restlessness. I have quite a bit of cleaning to do and I often feel like I'm not getting any help from the household. If I could teach the turtle to clean his own tank I would. Many tasks remain to be finished but I have tomorrow off and will do what it takes. This house still doesn't feel like it's mine. And I'm not sure what will change that. It's possible that cleaning and organization will help. Philadelphia still doesn't feel like my city. The soil here hasn't warmed to my roots yet.
Saturday my father and step-mother will be here until Sunday night. We (more me only, I don't think S cares in the least) are having them over for brunch at our place on Sunday. Last night I scoured the internets looking for brunchy type things they would eat and I could, more importantly, could prepare/cook. I came up with these:
Fresh Fruit Salad with Honey Vanilla Yogurt 2 cups plain yogurt 2 tablespoons good honey 1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract Seeds scraped from 1/2 vanilla bean, optional 1/2 orange, juiced 1 banana, sliced 1/2 pint fresh blueberries 1/2 pint fresh raspberries 1 pint fresh strawberries, hulled and cut in half 1 bunch seedless green grapes, halved
Combine the yogurt, honey, vanilla extract, and vanilla bean seeds in a bowl and set aside. Combine the orange juice and banana slices in a separate bowl. Add the berries and grapes and gently mix the fruit mixture together. Spoon the fruit into serving bowls and top with the yogurt. and
Asparagus, Canadian Bacon, and Cheese Frittata 5 large eggs 4 tablespoons freshly grated Parmesan 2 tablespoons milk 1/4 teaspoon freshly grated lemon zest 1 teaspoon kosher salt Freshly ground black pepper 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil 4 ounces medium asparagus stalks (about 8), woody stems trimmed, cut into 1/2-inch pieces 4 medium slices Canadian bacon (about 2 ounces), coarsely chopped
Position an oven rack in the upper part of the oven and preheat the broiler. Whisk the eggs, 3 tablespoons of the cheese, the milk, lemon zest, salt, and pepper to taste together in a bowl.
Heat the olive oil in an 8-inch nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add the asparagus and Canadian bacon, and cook until the asparagus is crisp-tender, about 4 minutes. Reduce heat to low, pour the egg mixture into the skillet, stirring gently to distribute the fillings evenly. Cover, and cook until the bottom sets, but does not get too brown, about 9 minutes. Remove the cover, scatter the remaining 1 tablespoon of cheese over the surface. Run the frittata under the broiler until the top sets and browns slightly, about 1 minute. Set aside for about 5 minutes before unmolding. Slip the frittata out of the pan onto a cutting board, cut into wedges. Serve warm or room temperature. And as a little appetizer I'm going to serve crisprolls with marmelade, cheese, and salmon paté.
Hopefully that goes over well.
Then on that following Monday my mom and step-father are coming up to stay with us until Thursday. It's like parental over load! But I haven't seen either of them in months and I miss the way my mom smells (like Jessica McClintock perfume and mom). She plans on making a huge pot of spaghetti sauce and meatballs. I plan on drinking many mamosas with her.
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[31 Aug 2007|10:20am] |
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I am dreading going to work today. Last night I thought the evening was going fine until a little girl whom bought 5 bucks worth of stuff comes back to my register and says she gave me a 20$ bill and I didn't give her change. So, of course I have to count out my drawer and see if I'm exact or $15 over.
I count my drawer and write down everything I have. Ya know, $210 in fives, $4.00 in nickles, etc.
It's $70 short!
So, I count it again and compare my numbers to what I had before. Almost the same.
I hope I don't get fired. I'll probably get written up and possibly suspended.
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I have the worst luck.
In other news...Let the cleaning begin! S and I have been building cities of garbage all over the house lately because we are too tired to clean. I have off tomorrow and will start the elimination. My father and step-mother will be here on the 22nd & 23rd of Sept. Then my mom and step-father shortly there after. Then in October I want to have our house warming party.
There is so much I need to get done! Breathe and tell myself it's not overwhelming. Do not curl up in the fetal position and explode!
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[25 Aug 2007|12:25am] |
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So, today, apparently, was Gimp Arm Day at Ikea. I recall seeing an ad in the local paper advertising all people with mutated arms would receive 10% off their entire purchase today at Ikea. There was a 'Welcome Irregular Guests!' banner hanging by the cash lanes when I came in this morning. In the 7-odd hours I cashiered, I alone encountered, at least 13-14 men and women with deformed arms. Some were short, like dwarf arms, a few Bob Dole limbs, a couple non-benders and even a factory accident induced nub! I had to akwardly put change into these hands and hope that it wouldn't fall out through gnarled fingers. Anyway, I think the event went well.
There was a fly explosion while I was at work today. I came downstairs to feed Boris and there were hundred of green-back, filth flies in the basement. We combed the entire space and couldn't find any evidence of where they're coming from. Boris has eaten a few of them as they seem to have congregated around the light over his tank. It's disturbing. My mom and step-father had it happen to them right as they were moving out of a house (the house I grew up in) a few years ago. The flies were in droves. Hundreds a day. And the house was completely cleared out. They came from no where. I still think it was a physical manifestation of spirits, angry about them leaving.
Hopefully these tiny, flying spirits will stick to those stinky fly ribbons we bought.
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[23 Aug 2007|07:31am] |
It looks fake, like those rubber, squeaky toys you can buy at the ocean.
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[22 Aug 2007|10:34pm] |
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I had yesterday(tuesday) and today off. It was niiiiice.
Yesterday consisted of:
Sleeping next to mah man until 11am.
Taking another nap around 2pm.
Writing a 'to do' list for my 2 days off.
Listening to my landlord and his droves of drunken friends stomp up and down his stairs.
Made dinner.
Bleached some dreads.
Steve introduced me to Torrents. It blew my hair back, see below.
Today was:
Slept in again.
Moving the entire living room around.
No nap, boooo!
Cheddar cheese war.
Steve brought me home a dumpstered electric typewriter. Yay! It was a bribe but I'm still excited about it.
I'm sharing one of my favorite albums.
Blonde Redhead - Melody for Certain Damaged Lemons
Comments are fun!
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[03 Aug 2007|05:23pm] |
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I got it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ikea called me just now and offered me a job!!!!!!!!! I start on Wednesday and at only a few cents less then I was making at More Than!!!!!!!!!!!
Hoooo-fuckin-ray!!!!!!!
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| This New HOuse(sticky O's) not starring Bob Villa |
[20 Jul 2007|04:37am] |
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but my father can step in if he wears a plaid shirt...
This place is really quiet and solitary. I love it. I also have to get used to it. It has just the right amount of silence, I can hear the tv from the bedroom in the basement, but I can't hear the laundry room from the living room. Spectacular, really. People walking over the steel doors that lead to the basement still freaks me out a tad.
The backyard at night has this orangey glow that makes you feel like you were part of a lead-based, nuclear radiation experiment when you were a small child. I'm glad it's lit though, any dark corners in Philly deserve caution, I don't care who you are. There are also crazy cockroach/giant water bug fuckers running around outside. I blew almost 4 of them off of the wall like I was making the most grandiose birthday wish, ever. I might take up early morning yoga out there. heh!
The internets are only turned on the so's computer and right now I really want to listen to Of MOnteal.
I've already started painting thoose muti-functional shelves I have that are taking up the only closet in the house. I should've counted them by now. They're raw pine(well some at the moment) and soome of them have been with me for over 2 years now. Probably over 50 actual shelves in all. The kitchen, which I did not expect, is the first room shaping up. We did covet a sanitary kitchen for over a year... I'm thinking of making pillows out of hospital gown fabric for the living room, in addition to eyeball pillows, or maybe the dumpstered papasan into a giant eyeball! Too scary? I keep being told that I'm going to turn the place into a carnival, which is when I reply:"No, I'm not! What'daya have against carnivals anyway?". Its the same person that picked out a daring but ultimately baby puke green that will be gracing the walls in our bed room. I think much can be done with the color but his taste in style is as off kilter as mine. I'm gonna try and pull of the whole jewel tone thing in the living room. And we have decided that flying(I like to think migrating) birds will grace the wall with bikes on it. They can ether be flying north or south. I have to ponder on the metaphorical implications that would contain for me. Maybe I should bust out the Fung Shui bible that is on top of one of the boxes floating around. For good measure. Hrm.
It makes me think of all the cool stuff of mine that I probably will never see again, resting, decaying, being eaten in a hay loft in North Eastern Indiana. Some of those things were very special to me. But they lie in an ocean of other things I can't remember or would want to throw out, if given the chance. My collection of Buddha's hands, the scarecrow, pictures, kitchy junk that was hand picked by me. If I could have some of it back I would gladly disgard half of my belongings. Yes, it's just earthly stuff. Yes, I can live without it. No, I can't say I haven't shed tears over the sentimentality of it.
Some contents, without our names written oon them, of our fridge at last random inspection:
Whipped salad dressing
jar of relish
half a case of cold Boh
old pizza
2 bags of mixed salad
2 litre
pitcher of water
There are so many projects I can't begin to fathom. Projects have to come after the more apparently obvious tasks. I've been trying to scribble down zine titles I like lately...Angular Turnip, These Iron Shoes, & Peach and Kidney. And no, tangible memories did not make the list. Risky Business wants a piece of artwork for his already belated birthday.
And I got back in touch with an old friend that sent me this:
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[13 Jul 2007|12:29pm] |
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Goodbye 4051!
I won't go into why I hate this house so much or why I am so happy to be moving but........Last night was our last sleeping night here. Tonight is the midnight move with cleaning tomorrow. This week has been exceptionally strange from getting fired, to moving, to the true colors of roommates. And everything in between. None of this wonderful transformation and move would have been possible without my very loved best friend.
I am offline until our Communist-cast hookup tomorrow afternoon. I'm putting my computer in the closet, wheeee! Check this guy out in the meantime:
http://www.petercallesen.com.
Message me for new contact info.
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| Maybe there is something in the ice cream........... |
[11 Jul 2007|09:19pm] |
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Yesterday was my last day at More Than Just Caddy Phagots. After I had worked a full day, of course, and told Brian's aunt how he is swallowing at least half of the stores money in pills everyday, they snowballed me. Supposedly everyone has been complaining about me. I tell them what to do and stand there and do nothing. I know in my heart of hearts, that's not the kind of person I am. I know who was saying what and they can keep that fucking soapy job! My options were: A. Get written up twice and go on a 2 week, unpaid suspension, after that get 60 days probation with no complaints or B. Put in my 2 weeks notice. I wasn't so much upset as I was hurt by Dalton's 2 faces. He lied to me twice about the meeting before we even had it. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised about the behavior, it's like working around 14 year old, backstabbing girls. I was never fashionable enough, my hair didn't blow back seductively when I spoke, my skin wasn't air brushed, flowers didn't bloom in my footsteps, and angels didn't sing when I walked by. That place wasn't for me. I'm sort of proud that it wasn't uglier. They will also know why all of the silverware is missing! Ha! I, however, met a very few, good people. "Et tu Brute? Then fall, Caesar!" (77)
So, I have some padding (actually, alot!). I'm sitting here, tonight after packing some and doing a tad bit of job stuff, listening to Genesis. I deserve to sit here and have a relaxing evening. Fuck 'em.
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[08 Jul 2007|12:54am] |
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"Whatever, sir. Have a nice day."
What a shitty, horrible, unclassifiable night. Drew was in craptastically selfish bitch mode. It was busy. I had some down right, 'i'm going to be rude to you just for shits-n-giggles' customers, and on top of all that my father called me in the middle of the evening and made me feel bad for a mistake that I already carried enough guilt for to fill Texas. I ended up crying for about an hour, as stoically as I could, as I waited on customers.
On the lighter side Steve did a spec-fucking-tacular job in packing up the war room today. I don't know where I'd be without him sometimes. He surprises me at+ the most odd and random times. Next week at this same time I will not be in this same place. And I'm elated about it.
I'm going to try and pull of this swap this week. Hopefully mail out on Monday and Thursday. If anyone is reading this and would like to swap, tell me now or rather email me at brokentongue at g-m-a-i-l dot com.
Sketchy-ass Ludlow st. on a full moon. Those are Steve's shoes a'dangling from the electrical wires.
"You want me to carry what down 2 flights of stairs?"
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[18 Jun 2007|02:49am] |
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I'm not sure if this has been done before or how much work it would be...
Would anyone be interested in doing a materials swap? By materials I mean, odd bits of paper, clippings, cards, glue, thread, markers, glitter, stickers, photos, paints, this and that, scrapbooking stuff. Pretty much anything that could go in your journal or be used for art work.
I'm sure I could organize something if this sounds like a good idea to more than just a few peeps. Ya know like sign-ups and what-not-tery.
Does this interest anyone out there?
My outgoing pack could have in it:
watercolor paints
vintage postcards
Japanese stickers
paint brushes
card stock pieces
needle point thread
random photos
The reason I'm asking is that I need more materials. I'm moving out of my apartment soon and am flying through my journal at top speed because of all the anxiety and emotion I have to put on paper. I'm sure people have felt the same way as I have in a time in thier lives but can never fully understand where Cayte is right now. So I need to document it. Needless to say my journal is one of the most important, tangible things to me at this moment.
Parts of this are Xposted all over the god dammed place
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