Pink Afro Puff

Sak o' Sammies,
ground scores of the day

I'd like to add a gadget in my sidebar under my donation rotator called "Sak o' Sammies, ground score of the day." I thought of this last winter when I snagged a particularly well timed treasure from the snow. When I spotted it from the chair lift, I thought the brown paper sack might be a q.p. of "giggle twigs," "electric lettuce". When I got to it however, it turned out to be a Morman family size sack of sandwiches. I was super hungry. I zipped the sack into the front of my puffy coat and rode it down to the bottom of the lift, looking for its long lost family. The shuffling touron cattle snickered at my query, but no one claimed it. Ravenous lifties and I then tore into it like vultures. Voila! Ground score of the day.

I love Ferris Plock's work.

The Seafarers - Sea of Love from Eighty Four Films on Vimeo.

I'm a fan of Ferris Plock and Kelly Tunstall. I dig this video. It hits home where possession vs. freedom is an issue I struggle with. I'm torn between submitting to the joy of monogamous love, safety and passion with Joel or reclaiming freedom, momentum, and peaceful clear sense of self.

Keeping ocean fish as pets is a sucky idea, impressive as it is. I saw a nearly floor to ceiling tank while serving papers at a fancy law firm in Chicago once and dreamt of owning fish myself someday when I'd be "rich." Now I'm thankful I've had the chance to scuba dive, swimming with the fish, viewing them in the comfort of their own natural homes instead of imprisoning them. (Read The Voyages of Dr. Doolittle, Fidget's Story, for more ocean fish perspective.)I've learned that a lot of reef habitat gets destroyed by aquarium industry while capturing live fish for sale. They squirt cyanide in the rare fishes faces to stun them, often killing them and always destroying coral and other life nearby. This practice developed in the Philippines but is now widespread where ever there are pristine coral reef and beautiful rare fish . There are regulations against these practices; however, like all animal poaching, the business is so lucrative that while the demand for pretty aquarium stock is so great, cyanide fishing will continue to ruin reef environments. Sorry to spoil it for you, but notice that your favorite restaurant's fish tanks often change stock. Some aquarium fish may live a few years with excellent care and a lot of luck. In their own habitat they would live a lot longer. Most aquarium fish last only a month or so.

Dear Mr. Kingsbury,
I wrote you a well composed letter, persuasive and organized, preened to be respectful and concise. I know better than to compose inside the message thing where you can’t save as you go. I got timed out by Etudes and lost it. So I jogged with my dog, cooked salmon tacos (with herbs from my garden,) sulked, then watched several episodes of Trailer Park Boys.
It sounds lame, but I’ve been killing myself doing the work for this class. My boyfriend has been sad for me, my nose in the book and computer constantly, loosing sleep, having no fun. (I had fun this weekend with my friends from SF and in Tahoma. I want more.) I keep assuring him, “I’m enjoying the challenge, I’m succeeding, I can get an A like my other classes this year, I’m almost caught up, then I’ll go have fun, I’m having a sort of fun doing this work, I’ll never get a degree, grow up, succeed in life, if I don’t buckle down and persevere with this work.” But I’m pale and fat, lethargic and stuffy. I gave up on Boot Camp and Afro Cuban dance because I stay up late doing this homework. I haven’t had much fun this year at all. I didn’t snowboard hardly this winter, which is completely against my grain. I haven’t even swum in the lake this summer yet.

I mistakenly thought my fancy mountain bike got stolen again this weekend. Turned out I just left it locked up at work on Fri.

Beware of coons the size of coyotes

Some long lost friends found me on Facebook to say Hi. These friends weren't just acquaintances, they were all 3 close to me. I think of them, wondering how they are and what they're up to.
Its so good to hear from you. This entry is for you, Marcella, JK, and Todd. I'm touched you want to know about me. So here it is: I live in South Lake Tahoe. Its fresh and piney. Coyotes call to one another at night. They, bears and raccoons the size of coyotes ravage our garbage if we put it out before pick up. We're at elevation (7000 ft in town, 9800 at Kirkwood) where the air is clear and thin. When we go to the Bay, we get all this extra pizazz from the extra oxygen. SF is 3-4 hrs drive east, Santa Cruz, 4. We're on the Nevada boarder so casino gambling supposedly brings dollars to town, but to me it seems the casinos draw the tourists away from our California businesses and attract bad elements that suck off of us rather than contribute.

my work at school

Oooewe, nifty! We just wrote the java script for that neat little ad rotator on your left there, in class! My teacher just helped me load it on my template here. cool, huh? Here's some work I've done in my graphics class with same teacher:


These are what the front pages of some websites I'm building will look like. The Sumatra Climb one, the words will be animated. They'll explode out of the cannon. Its going to be a site for a friend who helps people climb near Padang. He'll use my site as advertising for his guiding/leading services.
I have a paypal acct. I want to start selling stuff on the internet. I have alot of ideas that I won't go into right now but here's another graphic front page I built for class:

It was just homework but I have a vision for an educational portal site for it.

Inauguration

I watched the inauguration with Joel, I woke him up for the Yoyoma/Itzak Pearlman performance, he missed Aretha Franklin. I want to post her performance here. I was tearing up through the whole thing.

I voted for Obama, so did Joel (it was his first time voting!) but I've been cynical and hopeless about our governement for forever. I felt like Obama is just a puppet to placate the masses so the oil/plastic, drug and seed/insecticide companies can continue to do their dirt and destroy the earth and keep us all down as their worker slaves, increasing our bad health and mental health and ignorance, so we can increasingly fill their pockets with wealth and luxury while we slaughter each other and each others' cultures, freedoms, and environments in order to survive our little individual lives.

Song Catching

My review

rating: 4 of 5 stars
A beautiful book content wise and aestheticly. It was interestingly laid out ADD style with these extra detail sections interspersed in the middle of the main content of the chapters, which kept the dense nonfiction moving along swiftly with all the glossy pictures like a Discovery Channel TV special. Really interesting topic about the history of sound recording and ethno-musicology. Mickey Hart's enthusiasm and expertise on the two subjects made the reading an Indiana Jones travel adventure and a religious heart opening.


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