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This car had a book sitting on the trunk, but I can't remember what it was. Something weird.

Things About Work

i always come back to that damn quote from "heart of darkness" about not liking to work, but liking the result. i'm paraphrasing.

Why do birds suddenly dissapear...

LOL AT VISTA

Things I am Smelling

the gas from the oven
rain
asphault
dust
vegetables and olive oil
garlic

Quantum Physical

This is a photo I took in February of Mr. Fine-iddy on the Kona side. You unfortunately can not see either the picturesque beach or the lava fields, or his sour and sun-burned expression.




Concepts of Self that Just Rub Me the Wrong Way

house-wife
fixer
back-scratcher/bargainer/mediator
trophy wife (including the new "punk-rock" version)
better than
boss

Our digital reflections are so strange.

I wish you could see this girl's smile a little better, it was adorable.

We missed PAX this year.

Things That I am Currently Reading:

imdb info on "izo"
wiki article on "third-wave feminism"
a collection of mystery stories
bukowski, damn him
susan sontag
how to buy a house for dummies
the words "sweet kitty"

Dirty Martini Down in the Dirty

I kinda like the bizarre intersection of belly dance and burlesque. I suspect it may boil down to a fascination with sequins and oversized fabric flowers.

And the essential skirting of scandal. Non-commital flirtations only.

Things About This Photo That Are Sad:

that DM's not dancing in it, which she does best
that I have since come to question my affection for her as she appears to have some questionable alliances with questionable members of the burlesque community
that my hair hasn't been this long since roughly when this photo was taken, several years ago