I seem to have forgotten I have a LiveJournal page - I will endeavor to post more often (e.g., more than once every six years.)
Kurt Vonnegut - Pencil, 6" x 10", January 4, 2006
"I'm talking about us killing the planet as a life-support system with gasoline. What's going to happen is, very soon, we're going to run out of petroleum. And there go the school buses. There go the fire engines. This is the end of the world. The food trucks will come to a halt. We've become far too dependent on hydrocarbons, and it's going to suddenly dry up. You talk about the gluttonous Roaring Twenties. That was nothing. We're crazy, going crazy, about petroleum. It's a drug like crack cocaine. Of course, the lunatic fringe of Christianity is welcoming the end of the world as the rapture. So I'm Jeremiah. It's going to have to stop. I'm sorry."
Kurt Vonnegut, Rolling Stone Magazine , August 24, 2006
I found this in Hot Topic this weekend - very poor quality control in the sweatshop typography department that week.
All of my mix tapes, becoming mix cds - this is huge, i tell you.
Some of this stuff I haven't heard in 20 years!
So I was leaving for school this morning, and I reached for the can opener to open Emma's breakfast. I picked it up, picked up the dog food can in the other hand, and noticed something moving on the end of the can opener.
It was a BAT - clinging to the end of the can opener, emitting little supersonic squeaks, wings folded into furry spikes - I threw the can opener onto the counter with a shriek I'm sure any of you could have heard clearly around 7:30 Eastern Standard Time. I imagine the neighbors were wondering why an eight year old girl was in our house, and what was upsetting her so much.
Once my heart restarted, I put him in a plastic cup and placed him high on a tree limb in the back yard. We think he got in through a tiny crack at the top of the cupboard - I'm sure he was just a baby, but at the moment I found him, he looked to me like one of those giant bats from Gilligan's Island, hanging on a string, stiff wings flapping slowly. Bats are really great to have in your backyard to control mosquitoes, but I draw the line at bats in the kitchen. Or anywhere else in the house, for that matter - about five years ago, I was walking through the house around two a.m. and reached down to pick up what I thought was a rolled-up pair of socks (I wasn't wearing my glasses). When the rolled-up pair of socks stretched its little bat wings out fully, I did the OHMYGODIT'SABAT dance for a few minutes, then spent about two hours trying to sweep it out of the house with a broom.
Old houses never get boring.
I do some of my favorite drawings at school, surrounded by a few dozen sixth graders working on their own assignments.
Try Pandora - just type in the name of a song or artist you love, and it creates a custom radio station for you, complete with iTunes links. You can even email the station to a friend. I just heard the wonderful "(My Girl) Maryanne" by the Spongetones, which I haven't heard in ten years or more, as part of my "There She Goes" station. Now there's a great cover of "Listen to What the Man Said," by a band I've never heard of called The Trouble with Sweeney. I just bought it on iTunes, which I guess means the whole concept is working well.
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuu
Happy Birthday Dear Jaaaaaaaa
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuuu!
(and many mooooooore)