actually, that just sounded cool…
i’m posting here to announce a new page on my site: the music page.
if you look to your right, on the navigation sidebar there will be a new link for the music page, or for now you can click here:
i made a mix of stuff i have on vinyl… it’s kindof a long story, but if you go to the page you’ll get the story and the file. it’s my first ever podcast.
today the girls went with me when i got a haircut, and they were surprisingly well behaved….
on the way back we went to the store to pick up a few things, and an older man using one of those electric carts that stores have wheeled up to me…when zella was throwing a fit, possibly the worst time to talk…..and asked me about my hair color. making little quips like “it thought it couldnt be natural” and other such things. and then he said “i wonder what your church thinks about you with that hair.” to which i said “my salvation does not rest in a corpus of people who judge character by looks.”
he made a wierd face and then wheeled off. sometimes it’s good to be quick on your feet with counter remarks.
i had a dream that was both strange and disturbing to me. lately i tend to be more than one person in my dreams, although not at the same time.
i dreamt i was following an open casket to be buried. then i became the person in the casket. the clothes i was wearing were definitely made for dead people because they weren’t comfortable. i sat up in the casket but no-one noticed, they continued to make the funerary path. i shouted that i was alive and well, and this caused a bit of disturbance, only so much as the people now were deciding whether to wait until i died again or to bury me alive. they decided to bury me alive. a man approached me and said he was a doctor, and that i had an imbalance that could only be repaired if i had my left arm amputated (i convinced him to take my left over the right because i paint with my right hand). he said that this would fix me but the surgeon wouldn’t come because i was already as good as dead, it was just a matter of time and everyone was willing to wait it out until i died.
so i jumped out of the casket after they passed over a bridge, and walked in the other direction. as i walked i took off my funerary clothes, and underneath was a set of jeans and a t-shirt. i walked into a convenience store to get a soda, used the coins i had had on my eyes (which i took off when i first woke up) to pay for it and on my way out i was swept up by a large wave along with several other people. when one person hit the water she turned into a doll, so i was able to save her by tucking her under my shirt. i floated on the current until i reached a shore, and decided that that was as good as any place to get on with living. i made new friends, and the woman/doll helped us find a place to live and work on this island. the strange thing about the island was that whenever you were on a bridge or jetty, if you weren’t watching it would become a closed hallway, like one in a house. my woman/doll friend and the new crowd i was hanging out with were all up to no good, murder, robberies and the like. i was riding my motorcycle over a mile-bridge one day and a cop pulled us over asking if we knew someone of a certain name (that i don’t remember) and my friends all got nervous and tried to shift away. the cop knew that the people she wanted were right behind me, and i told her (to save face) that i didn’t recognize the name but lower i told her that my friends behind me were the ones she wanted…which she knew. i told her that i couldn’t identify them because if they ever got out they would kill me on sight. the cop thanked me for my time and we all went into the island’s neighborhood to meet some people i assumed were my family for some reason. i introduced my friends to my ‘family’.
and then i woke up. phew!
well, guess what? i’d like to annouce the death of a good friend.
Mau the 12″ G4 powerbook succumbed to a soda-induced logicboard stroke on the evening of thursday, september 7th. a friend to the end, however, it managed to boot enough to initiate firewire transfer of the drive, and had enough battery left to complete the entire transfer. it was a registered organ donor, and donated it’s N, M, and page down keys to it’s good friend of three years Little, the 17″ G4 powerbook.
it’s funeral was at around 3pm on saturday, september 9th following it’s donation surgery and it’s soul extraction to a new machine (who currently has no name), a 15″ Macbook pro.
in other news i’m beginning endoetriosis treatments. i have three doctors as of right now, my GP (who is thoroughly convinced it’s endo), a gastroenterologist (who practically discredited my medical history), and an OB/GYN (who has some interesting ideas on how to fix the problem) and none of them mean no pain right now except for whatever solace i can find in painkillers. it’s been several weeks now and i’ve been in constant pain, aint it great?
