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Saturday, June 14, 2003

It's E-Lease
I had a telemarketer ask for Eloise today. Nope she's not here. I've heard Elsie, Alyssa, but no one has ever added an "O" in my name.

Windows down, tunes up
I heard these bands and their new releases while djing today. I liked 'em and thought i would pass on the information. Of course, I forgot to write down album titles.
The Tyde--catchy, fun 70's-esque pop
Broken Social Scene--a collaboration of members from Do Make Say Think, Stars of the Lid, A Silver Mt. Zion, maybe others. It's not slow at all. I didn't know these guys could play upbeat. Dare I say "poppy?" It's really good too. Sometimes sounds like Wheat.
The Children's Hour--gorgeous, folksy (yes? do i remember correctly?)
Bobby Birdman--Dan Matz from Windsor for the Derby. Stunningly beautiful.
Caesar--I first thought it was a new Calexico release. hey these guys are from Athens! where were they a year ago? Good pick Team C.!

Friday, June 13, 2003

I just drank enough coffee to kill an ox.

A co-worker just passed out sour patch kids around the office. Soo good. Brings me back to the days of walking to the Zippy Mart after school to get the aforementioned sour patch kids and dinosour eggs.

Stellar Reporting CNN
Oh, so this is what's happening in the news.
um, body English?

Here yee, Here yee
We've got a new one. My friend and former co-worker, Mary Leigh, has started a blog. She's the one who provided the fascinating pictures of catfish.
Enjoy!

In distress
I was just informed that Mr. Boss, because he knows the girl who is to replace me at the end of July from local theatre and because her mom is a friend of his, wants me to leave at the beginning of July so that she may start earlier. This would not be a problem for me if I didn't need the money, but my next paycheck would be late August, as my teaching job only pays once a month.

Of course Mr. B hasn't said this to me directly, and not wanting to shoot the messenger, I simply said, "If he wants me to leave, he's going to have to come up here and tell me himself that I am fired."

So, my loyal readers, yours truly may be unemployed in a couple of weeks, provided Mr. B has the balls to do it. I fear that he might.

My contempt for lawyers growing exponentially by the hour.

Summertime haiku
It just rained and down
town smells like a wet dog in
the hot July sun

I write this, even though Phoebe told me just last week that haiku is out, limericks are in. She should know. She subscribes to the New Yorker and Lucky Mag.


La Biennale opens on Sunday. I was there the year that they turned everything around, rededicated themselves to the arts by making it not just an exhibition but also a center for art production.

My more cynical artist friends think that the Biennale is a joke, but it's a cultural and artistic melting pot for 3 1/2 months in the cultural center of the universe, Venice, Italy. Sure sure sure, I know...New York. L.A. But I'm talking about where it all began.

So, if you have a few hundred dollars burning a hole in your pocket and want to take a trip to Italy, go between June 15 and November 2 so that you are sure to catch the show.

My worst nightmares, realized
I have an inane fear of snakes. Always have. When I was in 5th grade my teacher, Ms. Simpson, thought that the visit from the kind people at the San Diego zoo and their 18 foot boa constrictor was exactly what I needed to overcome my fear. She pushed me up to the front of the classroom and told me to hold out my hand and just touch the mid-section of the snake's body. I don't remember if my hand ever made contact. I passed out cold.

Last night we were sitting in the living room when I smelled something rotty. Lucas glance over to see the cats sitting truimphantly over a half dead snake who had apparently secreted some sort of defensive odor when attacked by the cats. I was up on the couch in about 1/2 a second and lucky for us our friend Matt had no qualms about picking up the snake and taking it next door to our friends' garden to live out the last few hours of it's life.

Last night I had multiple restless fits, imagining the cats bringing the snake back inside and placing it lovingly at my pillow. I dreamt that I found the tiniest of chipmunks in their teeth and carried it to the back door, but not before it bled and died in my hands.

Big Gray just came up to my downtown office to say goodbye before his trip to Chicago and to inform me of the dead chipmunk by the flower bed in our backyard.

Eerie.

Thursday, June 12, 2003

Piece of Cake
My allergies have been driving me nuts because of the manic weather here. Headaches and congestion everyday. I've taken Claritin and it works ok. So, this time i decided to step up to Claritin-D. Oh it works. I feel lightheaded, weak, and slightly euphoric. I'm like the sister in Sixteen Candles after she takes all the muscle relaxers, but not so incoherent. Decongestants always do this to me. I don't think i'll be going into work today.
Who needs marajuana when you've got over-the-counter, $9.99 Claritin-D?!

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Wow

Get a load of this
My friend Mary Leigh sent this to me, and this. Enjoy!

The only thing that is going to prove more troublesome to me today than the tuna salad sandwhich I packed are the extra onions that I decided to put on it.

From Prince Edward Island to Mica, AZ
I am currently on book 7 of our YABC summer, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. The roster thus far is as follows:
The Outsiders
Summer of My German Soldier
Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself
Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging
Anne of Green Gables
Holes
Only two of those had I not read before. I'm trying to vary it up, but I'm so tempted to read the books that I enjoyed as a kid rather than risk it with something new. Part of the fun of YABC summer is the nostalgia effect, that and really light reading...

Stargirl is amazing. I'm about 85 pages in and I even brought it to work in case I can sneak some free reading time. On the back it reads:
From the day she arrives at quiet Mica High in a burst of color and sound, the hallways hum with the murmer of "Stargirl, Stargirl".. She captures Leo Borlock's heart with just one smile. She sparks a school spirit revolution with just one cheer. The students at Mica High are enchanted. At first.
Then they turn on her. Stargirl is suddenly shunned for everything that makes her different, and Leo, panicked and desperate with love, urges her to become the very thing that can destroy her: normal.

Teenagers, love, non conformity, cheerleading. This book was written about my high school life. A revolution, REVOLUTION, mind you. I highly recommend it to anyone that has any interest in Young Adult Literature. And for those of you who say you don't have time to waste reading teen novels, poo poo to you. It takes me on average about 2 1/2 hours to finish one. Anne (with an E) of Green Gables took a little longer, understandably, as will Little Women.

So put down that Stephen King novel and take it from the girls who read Dreiser and Elliot 9 months out of the year and one who's made a career of telling people what to read: YABC is where it's at.

And if my ringing endorsement is still not enough and you want prestige, Jerry Spinelli is a Newberry Medalist, the Nobel Prize for YA Literature.

Just watched Midnight Express on AMC. It ranks up there with depressers like the Deer Hunter, Midnight Cowboy, and Deliverance (I know there's more). I'm sure AMC edited a bit out, but i think i got the idea. I highly recommend it.
Note to AMC:
If you want to consider yourself a respectable movie channel, then show movies in widescreen and NO commercials.
Also, French Kiss is not a classic.

I wish TCM was included in my cable setup. I want another Summer of Darkness! It's what sparked my interest in Film Noir.

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

I Made It!
I'm on the WVFS Wall of Rawk! My playlist for last week was exemplary. As most of you can assume, i rawked slowly (oxymoron?).

The Bane of My Existence
Grocery shopping. It's that time again. I agonize over making a grocery list, not to mention actually going to the store. I loathe this chore. It's one of the things I hate about living alone or being single--you can't pawn it off on someone else. A fondness, or atleast willingness, for grocery shopping will be a requirement for the future Mr. Jensen. The irony is that I love to cook. I don't even mind the cleanup. I just can't focus in the store. I end up with all packaged foods and starches. Shopping at Super Wal-Mart is the worst. I swear there's something about the lighting in that store that makes me very sleepy and irritable.
The best grocery list I've ever had can be attributed to the aid of a few friends. My freshman year C. Latimer decides to add to what was meant to be a real grocery list. She includes items, such as horpewater, jesuit stange, candied pog. E. Dameron, L. Rossman, and Mame (?) followed her lead with: sparkler extract, book softener, all the answers, oatbake, coot trinkles, pamphlets on the "action patrol," pooch-fantastico!!... It's still on my refrigerator. I go to great lengths to preserve it. I'm hoping one day someone will notice it and say, "Um, Agent M., these aren't real."
(yes, i have a very strange sense of humor).

Secrets and Lies
We're in the final stages of this year's gang survey. I spent 4 hrs. making calls to crucial law enforcement agencies that haven't responded yet--all of them are in a city over 100,000 people. They don't respond mainly because they're busy or work odd hours. The agencies that frustrate me are those that say they don't know if they have gangs. Ok, if you're a rural town or small city, that might be an acceptable answer; however, if an agency in a town close to 100,000 people or above says they can't answer whether they have gangs or not, um, that's a problem considering our previous surveys show that almost every town of that size has gang activity. Frankly, they do know, but aren't willing to admit it. Isn't it reassuring to know that some town won't acknowledge the presence of gangs so that their reputation won't be tarnished? Great guys. Way to solve the problem. Fortunately, these cases are rare, but still a problem in gang research.
We've already started a preliminary analysis on the data, but it would be inappropriate for me to share. I will say I'm quite excited and this should be interesting.

Thanks for nothing dot com
I mean, is this guy serious?

Sweet Jesus.

The truth, go figure...

Big brother BG was in T-town this past weekend. He's my first visitor besides my parents; so, naturally, i was elated. The weather wasn't so good Sat. It would rain hard for 15min., then the sun would come out for an hour. It was incredibly muggy and hot. Something for me to look forward to all summer. We toured the town and tried to figure out why FSU is deemed a party campus. I've been wondering that ever since i got here. I know of the infamous "Tennessee Waltz" (or Trot walk as BG kept calling it) you do when you turn 21 consists of going to all 5 or 6 bars on Tennessee St. I guess in grad. school i'm just not exposed to that lifestyle--most people i've gone out with are 27+. Athens definitely has got it beat on bars.
Later we ate at one of my favorite Lebanese/ Greek restaurants where we were "serenaded" by a keyboardist in black leather pants and a flashy shirt. It was awful; food was great. God, i wish we had a camera.
X2 was the movie of choice for the evening. Having not seen the first one, I still feel like i'm missing something. I was an avid watcher of the cartoon series. so, i wasn't completely clueless about the characters. I did have fun, but i think i'll have to see it again once i watch the 1st.
Sun. was kind of uneventful. We walked around Lake Ella. We saw a huge turtle scurry back into the water, and ducklings were everywhere. Went to eat at the Village Inn--think Waffle House. Unfortunately, brunch is not something restaurants do in Tallahassee. Most of them are closed all day. Later we went to the ornamental gardens in town, which i had no idea existed. It was nice, but i think the time to go would be early spring.
Lastly, we rented About Schmidt for the evening entertainment. BG never told me his thoughts on the movie, but I thought it was one of my favorites of last year.
Overall, i had a great time. I wish there was more to show in town, but I think BG didn't care--he's always optimistic.

"Mame and the Agent"
I didn't even realize you changed it at the top. I love it! We could be like such famous duos as BJ and the Bear, Smokey and the Bandit...

Thank you Lowe's
Just because you get a free bumper sticker doesn't mean you have to put it on your car. The man in front of me at the last stoplight of my morning drive had a sticker on his car that looked as though he had applied it in complete darkness with boxing gloves on. It read, "The Power of Pride".

Self medicating
Last night we said farwell to our friend Susan who is off to London for 6 weeks. We said goodbye to the tune of 2 bottles of wine, a bunch of beers and some tequila. I also managed to say goodbye to my equilibrium a couple of times. And about 40 dollars. I took pictures, some of which you will see and some that will never ever be available to the general public. Ever.

By the time I reach the bottom of my smoothie I should be back to normal. I have no one to blame but myself. I was the one who suggested that we do shots. But the tequila was all Julie.

Monday, June 09, 2003

Hot to Trotsky
Trotsky was also a great military leader, and Schwartz finds support for the idea of pre-emptive war in the old Bolshevik's writings. "Nobody who is a Trotskyist can really be a pacifist," Schwartz notes. "Trotskyism is a militaristic disposition. When you are Trotskyist, we don't refer to him as a great literary critic, we refer to him as the founder of the Red Army."

Paul Berman agrees with Schwartz that Trotskyists are by definition internationalists who are willing to go to war when necessary. "The Left Opposition and the non-Communist left comes out of classic socialism, so it's not a pacifist tradition," Berman observes. "It's an internationalist tradition. It has a natural ability to sympathize or feel solidarity for people in places that might strike other Americans or Canadians as extremely remote."


I would still hesitate to call the Bush Administration "internationalists"...

Lord in heaven
I've been trying to post all morning and apparently the paragraphs below that I wrote at home on my trusty Mac developed a strange HTML glitch that prevented me from successfully publishing. I struggled and struggled, thinking it was a blogger problem. When I finally noticed that tell-tale little square, even not knowing what it means exactly, I knew what it was doing to my world. With a flick of the wrist I deleted it and voila! a post.
Confidential to David McNutt:
Hold yer horses.
Sheesh.
Love,
Mame.

Mi coche esta descompuesto.
I didn't study Spanish in college. I studied Italian. But when I was in junior high and high school in southern California, everyone studied Spanish. I don't remember too much, and what I do remember I get confused with the Italian equivalent. But I drove a 1972 VW beetle 45 miles away from the Mexican border. You bet your ass I learned how to say "my car is broken" in Spanish. Quick.

Well, la mia machina truly esta descompuesto now too. Big Gray is racing back from Tallahassee where he's been visiting the Agent all weekend to rescue me. I'm a prisoner in my own home, mostly because I'm not willing to walk the 4 miles in the blazing (yes blazing) heat downtown like he is.

Officially ready for guests
For the first time in probably a year we have a three bedroom house again. The third bedroom was being used as a storage room for so long, making the second room an office and a spare room. But I spent 4 1/2 hours cleaning that shit out on Saturday and you can see the floor, the closet is cleaned out and the bed is no longer covered in miscellany. So get thee to the Classic City and you'll get to stay in my recently renovated guest suite (sweet). And my office is now just my office.

Public humiliation
Somtimes well-meaning people need a little push in the right direction...
Dear Jason and Kelly,
FUCKING CALL ME.
Love,
Mame.


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