Gone Fishin'

it's been a fun 3.5 years of Jonesing but i'm outta here for a while.

thanks, readers.
it was so much fun writing for you.
whoever you are.
love,
LJ

The End, My Friend

Over like the blue screen of death.
Over like the first roll of credits...
Like exhaling,
Like crying familiar tears.
Over like you mean it.
Like bad yogurt,
Like rotten sprouts in a jar in yr kitchen window.

Over like breaking.
Like slowing down,
Like falling.
Over like you're never looking up.

Over like that.

Imagine the world without her

she'll leave a lot of responsibility on our shoulders, because she's the oldest, hardest working woman for peace. and she does so much.

witness:
1. Italy sings Imagine
2. The Imagine Peace Tower in Iceland
3. Everything on this page. The lady is BUSY!!
4. Her new record has great reviews, cant wait to get it. PLUS her band features Yuka Honda from Cibo Matto. Yay-ko! Buy it and support her work for Peace. Samples of each song are on her site in the sidebar, PLUS, she's promoting through a cool way: a remix competition, also linked there.

Well, now my day is better. Time to get out of bed and face the City and therapy. Maybe say a few i ii iiis. The City needs it. Marin is filled with it, and that matters even though some of it is fake. My heart needs it.

ok, buying her record now.
peas.

Sandwich Dreams

Sandwiches come and sandwiches go but some remain in your mind forever. As a major sandwich-lover and connosieur, it's time to reflect on some of the best sandwiches out there, sandwiches that are actually missed.

1. The crab sandwich in South City. This is not normally something I order, but it came highly recommended. I have no idea what they did to it, but it was the best-tasting questionable sandwich I've ever had.

2. The black forest ham and swiss cheese with carmelized onions and aioli on a toasted kaiser bun on Potrero Hill. It dripped some delicious and unidentifiable sauce. Unbelievable.

3. The breakfast sandwich: scrambled eggs, two slices of melted american cheese and bacon on a toasted english muffin. Sounds common, but somehow it is the best breakfast sandwich I've ever had. From the same place on Potrero Hill as #2.

4. The salami and swiss with 1/2 sweet mustard & 1/2 mayo and red onions on a dutch crunch in the Financial District. My creation. No one else makes it as well as they do though.

5. The black forest ham and melted swiss with carmelized onions and lemon aioli on a roll at the old MOMA cafe (circa 1995).

6. The Reuben from Max's with pastrami on toasted lo-carb light rye.

7. The Cobb Salad Sandwich from Max's. It had fresh roasted turkey - like you'd get at Thanksgiving - red onions, avocado, bacon, basil aoili, blue cheese, and mayo on a roll. They don't make it anymore. I have not been able to duplicate it myself.

8. The Bistec sandwich at Sol Food in San Rafael. It's grilled steak with melted swiss, avocado, carmelized onions and a mysterious sauce that is to rape and pillage for - all on a toasted long, flat ciabatta. This is my current favorite. I go to Sol Food, sit in the window, read the news on my iphone, and devour this sandwich with a gigantic ice coffee served in a huge Bell Jar. HEAVEN.

Oh my god, I'm starving. I'm not allowed to eat sandwiches at the moment since my stupid meds made me gain 10Ibs. It's gotta be plain roast beef wrapped around gouda with sweet mustard dribbles for this chubbed out girl.

Ahhh, sandwiches, thank you for ruling so much.

Let's Have Some Fun

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Facebook...finally explained

The Jones vs. facebook fight is long over, but this can't be passed up.

OK, now it's over.

ANNOUNCEMENT in the land of JONES

I've decided to be a little more stream of consiousness and to go with whatever creative impulse I have while writing this thing. Like choosing the name "TV" for the post below when "TV" has nothing to do with it or making my bullet points unexpected characters instead of numbers or expected bullet points.

Don't be alarmed if this begins to happen to more and more. As the gigantic amazon python that is life continues to slowly crush my windpipe into possible future building materials...the loosening of other aspects of life, besides breathing, is now incredibly important.

The point is: Less Rules. Everywhere.

TV

Every little thing about this picture cracks me up.

q. "...hottest rock photos, crazy meet-ups and scorching live shots!" OH MY GOD!
j. These guys have no idea who Thurston Moore is. They weren't even born yet when Sonic Youth finally signed with a major.
s. "Thurston...is the meat in a gossip boy sandwich?!" SOUNDS DIVINE! I DON'T EAT BREAD!
l. Never seen the show. Will now.
x. "Photograph courtesy of Thurston Moore." Did he get this picture taken for his teenage daughter? "How Embarrassing DAD!!"

What could have been

guy just sent me this picture. it makes me sad and wistful. this picture would have been my bio-dad, my mom and me.

if he hadn't been a drunk.

instead, this became my life:

Dear Mr. Fantasy

(circa late 2008.)

If I wasn't married, I would move out of my house, take my deposit money and
hit the road.

I would travel the country, staying with friends: JnoE in Los angeles, jp
in long beach where I could stay for a while, TB in san diego, GM in
phoenix, my cousins in baton rouge, I'd stop in new orleans for a while -
get a stinky little room and maybe bartend for a few weeks. Then I'd go
straight up to minneapolis and see KT, Ithaca to see the Ls, stop in
boston to see TC, and end with a visit at J&T's in baltimore.

And then come back the same way.

I would buy a gun to have in the car while I traveled alone. I'd buy a used
gps machine. I'd take clementine and put harriet on my sister's stoop in a
basket. Clemmie'd get used to it. She'd have to. I'd set a blanket up in the
back window for her to stretch out in. I'd bring her catbox and put it in
the trunk which she could access from the back seat when one half of it is
pulled down. along the way I would camp to save money. I would put a harness
on clementine before opening any doors to the car or the tent. (I had a
friend once lose her cat in a corn field in nebraska. horrible).

I'd say "eat me" to this job. And this stupid condescending life where no
one's allowed to complain about anything or feel bad about anything because
we're all so "lucky."

I'd take my laptop, get a car adaptor and write when I was lonely.


*recently came across this guy. good reading!! actually GUY saw this guy's "motor lounge" in the local safeway parking lot yesterday and looked him up. Dude's here because out of all the towns he's ever been in, he chose my current hometown as the sweetest place to live in America. that's right!