Today's Fortune Cookie Says...

"Wine should be taken in small doses,

knowledge in large ones."

Pretty ironic since I'm supposed to be off alcohol & caffeine (grr) and done with my Theology class by tomorrow.
Good thing Theology classes give you 10 day extensions!
We'll see what my caffeine jitters have to say tomorrow morning!
Maybe they'll say, "let's have tea".
My "prize" for finishing Theology class will be getting to read the final Harry Potter book... also kinda ironic, I guess.

Hmm... Here's yet another good reason to be a veggie!

I wanted to celebrate my TWENTIETH blog by posting this hilarious fact about cows!

"Producing one kilo of beef generates more CO2 than a three-hour drive while all the lights are left on at home, a new Japanese study concludes."

So, it's okay to drive and leave your lights on if you're a vegetarian?!?

Or grind beef with your teeth if you ride your bike everywhere and use candles and hand fans?!?

Global Cool has such good ideas!
(For those of you who do not know about "Global Cool", it is a global warming non-profit formed by scientists and celebrities... & most notably by Orlando Bloom.)

You can read the WHOLE article here:
http://www.globalcool.org/en/2007/07/20/beefing-up-the-atmosphere/

Happy chomping!

Atoms for Peace

I heard this song on the way back from LA.

I am posting it in dedication to the people I love and am leaving behind...



"No more going to the dark side

with your flying saucer eyes



No more falling down a wormhole

that I have to pull you out



The wriggling, squiggling worm inside

Devours from the inside out



No more talk about the old days

It's time for something great



I want you to get out

And make it work

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So feel the love come off of them

And take me in your arms



Peel all of your layers off

I want to eat your artichoke heart



No more leaky holes in your brain

And no false starts



I wanna get out

And make it work

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So feel the love come off of them

And take me in your arms



I wanna get out

And make it work



I want you to get out

And make it work



I'll be ok



So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So feel the love come off of them

And take me in your arms"



(Thank you Thom Yorke!!!)

I'm in LA today...

"This is the foreign land
With the Spray-on Tan
...And it all feels 'fine'"
-The Shins

My wandering mind:
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The land of smokey grayness
Not from fog or magic or steam
A mute button over the colors of the earth
So you'd better look more pretty
more shiny
more something...
who are you today, pretty one?
what will you say and how will you smile tonight?
I dub thee "Botox Squeeky Red Nose BOBO"
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I can recall the names of wounds by exits off the freeways.
Drive on
Further
Move away
Further
The prickles of the 210
The crushing of the 110
The lost dream and lingering false hopes of the 134.
And then there's "home"
Off the Azusa blvd exit.
The only exit of peace.
And the only one I should drive on past.
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People are exhausted here.
There's no color, so you have to provide it.
There's no escaping traffic, so you sit in glazed eyed numbness
Or you pull off and wait, in your car, til you can go home and rest.
Put off rest another hour.
MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!
There's still some things I love about here.
I have crazy fun times.
But there's little place to land,
and no one can stay put in one place long enough to land with.
The mantra of this town is:
"What do you do? & How can I use you?"
I just want to make them all a cup of hot chocolate and tell them they are still beautiful.
I want to curl them up in a blanket by the licking flame fire and let them be at peace.
You are you. Let God fill in the colors.
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I saw a rainbow in the clouds on the trip up over a long stretch of nowhere.
A promising banner, that nowhere is still somewhere in the heart of it's Creator.
I am still somewhere.
He makes everything beautiful.

INSPI(RED) to plead GUILTY

So, the woman who robbed me in Mariposa (see other post) has finally plead guilty.
She was wearing my shirt in prison, the one that says "INSPI(RED)".
SOoooooooo hilarious!!!
The district attorney sent me a picture to identify my "property". Since the evidence of her WEARING MY SHIRT IN PRISON was overwhelming, she has finally plead guilty.
She's getting four years of felony probation, rehab and 6 months jail time. One other little drunk in public or drop-kicking of her child in public and she's off to felony prison for four years.
Sucks.
But if the truth's not working, the Product (RED) shirt will set you free...
HA! I'm a dork!

Spinning

Tonight, my head is spinning...



Closer to my heart's desire

And further from MY plans.



I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!



But thank you just the same...

Replacing the cynic,

standing on her head so long

she doesn't know which way is up,



Or down...



...mostly down.



With a hope that cuts my heart open and spills it on the floor

for all to see

in a sleepy starbucks

(A caffeinated, comatose called consumerism)

I heard the 5 best stories of my life

and I wonder if I am alive.



I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!



You heard my heart?!?

All along? You listened?



You LISTENED?!?



Break dancers alongside 4 piece string quartets?

Graffiti next to the hand smeared portrait of you?



YOU LET US BACK IN!?!



When did you start loving artists again?

Even I was beginning to lose faith...



Stop it! You're rescuing me?



I hope if you crush my heart, it's still safe.

I hope if I hear you sing, I can still shout and scream!



I hope you hold me-and hold me-and hold me...



(I can't breathe.)



I hope I'm not a mediocre disappointment...

I hope I remember how to praise you.

It's the only thing I wanted all along...

Adventures in Campbell

Shannon and I were driving home from Santana Row. We had exchanged my chipped and poop-colored squircle plates (deceptively labeled as "espresso") that I had ordered online at Urban Outfitters. I had already eaten my "Jamaica Me Crazy" Sorbet in the sprinkle covered cone from Ben and Jerry's... What are two 20-somethings supposed to do in Yuppy-ville on a Friday night?

So, Shannon asks me: What do we do now?
Me: I wonder if you can climb the water tower in Campbell!
Shannon: They have a water tower in Campbell?
Me: Yeah, it's how you know you're in Campbell.

We drove and got lost and found the water tower, because we are monkeys on the inside. Sadly, there were long metal sheets covering the places you could crawl up the legs of the tower. So, we started semi-crawling on the cables. I mean, we're there, right?

A man on a bike drove by in the dark, a passing shadow, and shouted:
I wouldn't do that if I were you!
Shannon: I think there's a cop.
AND
Shannon (to the guy): Do what?
I laughed.

Sure enough, this white, slightly overweight in that surburbian-kind-of-way, cop gets out of his clever jeep-turned- enforcement vehicle.

Cop: What are you guys doin?
Shannon: Oh, we thought we could climb to the top. But then we found out we couldn't.
Me: Yeah. It's one of those legendary things you always think about: Can you climb to the top of Campbell Tower? Now we know we can't.
Cop: Have you ladies been drinking?
Us: (laughing) No.
Shannon: But you can test us if you want to .
Me: (looking up) It looks a lot bigger from far away doesn't it?
Cop: What would you have done if you got to the top?
Me: Oh, I don't know. I guess you can't even really walk around up there, can you?
Cop: Actually they have a cat walk around the container.
Shannon: Oh, can people go up there sometimes?
Cop: No.
Me: Well, I guess we'll just go swing on those swings over there, since this is kind of a let-down. It was a passing whimsy.

Shannon's turn to laugh.

Cop: Well you guys be careful.
Us: Okay.

The cop gets back in his car.

Shannon (to the jeep-turned-enforcement-vehicle): We won't try to kill ourselves.
Me (in my mind): Oh, he thought we were gonna commit suicide?
Me (Out loud): And we won't set off fireworks and burn down your beautiful Campbell.

We swang on the swings and talked. All I could think about was what a stupid death jumping off of Campbell's water tower would be. I mean, how undramatic!