Tuesday, July 31, 2007
she's my favorite of all
when i was in college, i went out with a woody allen-type who introduced me to Annie Hall. i immediately loved diane. i wanted to be her. i imagined the woody-boyfriend and i were alvy and annie. i wished to be like her, funny, fluent, physical, wacky, cute. too bad woody-guy turned out to be such an asshole.
then i married a man who told me diane keaton would totally play me in a movie and it meant the world to me. this could be one of the actual reasons i thought my ex was The One. he saw the diane in me.
the only diane movie i have never seen is that recent one with mandy moore that got negative stars. i used to think i'd see anything with her in it, but it turns out there is a limit.
go rent Shoot The Moon. another lifelong dream of mine came out of this movie. besides being diane, i learned that my dream is to live in a big old creaky house on a big piece of property in marin county. i'm inching closer. this movie will make you want to build your own tennis court for sure. it also stars the wonderful Karen Allen, fresh from Indiana Jones.
silent surgery
i wish meg ryan never had plastic surgery. it's upsetting. i expected more out of her.
i'm sitting on the orange sofa by myself. today has been a total failure. i tried to go to work for the first day post-surgery and it didn't happen. i got to the ferry, parked, twice (trying to figure out best way to maneuver the ferry lot), went to the bathroom and got sick. real sick. had to go home. nice ticket man gave me my ticket back. so defeating. got home and slept for 5 hours. woke up and went and got guy a back brush he's been wanting. he's got "backne." he'd never heard of this term before, but the brush helps the backne. i feel a need to accomplish something on this failure day.
guy comes home after a hard day. i know it's hard because he's an hour late and goes straight to bed. i am lonely in the quiet house. i realize that, even though we have been driving each other crazy lately, i would be devastated without him in my life. so boring. i forget how boring life was pre-guy. then he takes a nap in the evening and it all comes back.
some say silence can drive people crazy. or is it watching "You've Got Mail."
Monday, July 30, 2007
"I spit in your general direction"
it happened folks.
holy motherfucking shit.
holy crapping on your tombstone.
holy mother of all peanut shells.
holy moly of the religious order of all molys to the utmost and the highest power.
i got my driver's license today. today. on july 30 in 2007, i got my license.
who knew it would be this day? who ever could say?
i am 36.11 and today i got my driver's license.
i immediately drove to napa and visited my sis and nephew. "hi, uh, so, think i can come over?" i asked her.
her voice was holding back a million thrills, filling her throat, "yeah! YEAH! you can come over! what..."
"i got my license! i can come see you!"
"AHHHHH!" my sister screamed into the phone. "AHHHHHH!!! you did it!!!"
what i did, if you're an arachnophobe is essentially walk through a dark 10-mile long hallway filled with spiderwebs and poisonous arachnids the size of your hand.
the thing i did today, if you're afraid of heights, is parachute from an airplane.
what i did, if you're afraid of snakes, is jump into that cave Indy jumped into in ye olde movie.
essentially, what i did today by accomplishing the receipt of a driver's license, if you're me, is the very scariest thing to ever be afraid of, since the age of 12. like, the most horrifying, unaccomplishable, totally unattainable, never-to-have and never-to-experience thing ever to exist in an entire reality of and in this age.
it happened today.
who ever could have known.
i feel beyond jubilant. while i did have actual surgery last week, and it wasn't exactly pleasant, and it was a big deal, and while i do not want to trump such a momentous occasion as being cut open and surviving, i do have to say that acquiring a driver's license feels like i've had some retardation tissue lobbed off, and that feels far more significant than some excruciating endometriosis tissue.
this louisiana jones, as of today, is just a little bit less retarded and it feels amazing.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
New arts of work
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Please forgive us.
"i can't drive today?" i ask him as we go out to my car.
"no," he said. "we're in a hurry. i drive faster, i can't be late for work!!!"
we get in the car.
we pull through town.
guy takes a turn onto main street at a very high speed right as a little tabby cat darts into the road. his head hits our front left tire, i can't tell if it's underneath or on the side of the tire. we feel a hit. i immediately scream/yell. i pound both of my fists twice into my heavy leather bag which sits in my lap. pound pound pound pound. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! i scream. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! i can only make a sound, no words can be formed.
"we have to go back, we have to help him!!" i yell.
guy says, "no I CAN'T BE LATE FOR WORK!"
I scream at guy, "have you ever had a pet killed in the road?" i ask him. he says no.
"it's horrible! it's horrible to see them lying there dying, gasping for breath, looking at you for help!!
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" i scream some more and pound my fists into my leather bag.
i cry and cry. i cry all the 20 minutes it takes to get to the ferry.
"do you even feel bad?" i ask guy, as he sits there in silence, totally expressionless, no emotion whatsoever. he freezes up when he gets scared.
"we'll talk about this when you're not hysterical." he tells me.
i dig out my sunglasses and try to prepare for the fact that i'm about to have to face a boat full of people with a red and swollen face. i try to compose myself, but lose it again as images of my cats who have been hit by cars, back when i was a little girl and a teenager, fill my mind. their eyes looking up at me. their beautiful bodies destroyed. all the things that make them wonderful creatures...pretty fur, little ears, purring, velvet-y paws, long eyelashes, sweet consolation loves when you're sad and they somehow know it.
i feel myself going to a bad place where i hate all humans and in fact hate myself for being a human.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Holiday in...Cambodia?
guy and i have the incredibly good fortune to take our honeymoon anywhere.
anywhere is hard to narrow down. we know we want it to be for at least two weeks, and it looks like it might be closer to three. we are open to the idea, and sort of embrace it, to go two places. they'd have to be nearby, but we want two different experiences. only in the superficial. we'd like to go to a place where we can have messages and umbrella-d chaise lounges on the beach (thanks E.), because i've never had that. guy has. not me. i never even thought of it as an option until my girlfriend R. mentioned that the honeymoon should be about getting pampered. i think i'll get bored with more than a few days of that (truly), so two places are in order, or just two different lodgings. oh, and Thailand is out, since guy lived there for a while and we want someplace neither of us has ever been. i've been nowhere.
there are two conditions:
1. beach
2. tropical
3. we're going at christmas, so no monsoon places (african islands)
i'd like to hear where people would go who could go anywhere. anyone?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha - not
it's hard to know what to do with people who aren't funny.
i have found a person who is never ever funny. she laughs a lot, but i get the feeling it's to fill in the space. i think. i'm not sure.
do people who are not funny, laugh?
i have found a person who is never ever funny. she laughs a lot, but i get the feeling it's to fill in the space. i think. i'm not sure.
do people who are not funny, laugh?
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Death is coming to get you
our neighbor has cancer.
yesterday my little sister, a very talented landscaper and gardener, came to make our garden beautiful. our backyard is in very close proximity to our neighbors house and in fact, is not a back yard, but a side yard. while we were getting started i made eye contact with the wife half of our neighbors. i've met her once, she seemed cool. i liked her immediately, so when i caught her eye, i addressed her and asked her how she is doing. she said, That's a loaded question. i laughed all polite-like and rolled my eyes, like everyday is filled with emotion and good and bad...but she stopped me cold with her next words: I just found out my husband has cancer.
her husband is a famous musician who has played with a very famous band for the last 10 years. she proceeded to tell us he can't tour now and she just doesn't know what to feel.
i have endometriosis and i cry all the time. neighbor guy has cancer.
so, as my sister and guy and i worked steadily on the garden, all day long we heard them talk cancer. cancer on the phone. cancer on the deck, cancer in the living room. MRIs, CATscans, chemo. pot. how he quit drinking and smoking at age 30 and now he's 52 and has cancer (this shocked me. he doesn't look older than 42). how that shit keeps up with you and kills you no matter when you quit. i heard his friend tell him about how he'll need to eat the pot. how you can't smoke when you have cancer and are getting radiated regularly. they discussed pot recipes. i thought about how lucky we are to live in the region we live. where medicine like this is barely illegal, how plentiful it is, and how sick people can get it.
i told her the three words that you say when you hear of terrible misfortune,
I'm So Sorry.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
preacher lou to the rescue
this is a letter i just sent to a fourth cousin i just found out about. she's 20 and wants to move to san diego. she has grown up in fresno. she's on bio-dad's side, so she's probably pretty cool. her mom, my third cousin seems very cool. i wrote this to her this morning. she had two questions for me. 1.did you like san diego 2.do you like southern california or northern california better, and why
i gave her 1200 words in answer to those two questions. i'm not sure if i'm just chatty or kind of a pain in the ass.
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so, you're thinking about san diego state. i laugh when i think of san diego state. i guess because i had a really really good time there. i'm not an academic though. i'm a social girl, though not on the scale of sororities. When I was there, sorority girls were lame – requirements for a certain thigh circumference is not a lie. i was social in that i made a lot of great friends, some from no cal, some from so cal...and i was way more interested in partying than school. i majored in fine art with a focus in painting. my best friend was a painter too and since our teacher never made us attend class, since it wasn't really a class, more like just a place to paint and sometimes get comments, we didn't go. instead we would go to the completely 24hour open studio and paint in the night. i enjoyed this greatly, but i can't say i learned much about painting. on the other hand, i don't think painting can be taught. this might be a lesson about getting out of something what you put into it.
i also studied literature. this did require attending class, but books are great, so that wasn't too much of a pain. i also had a fantastic teacher. well, more than one. i learned more from my english and lit teachers than anyone else. in fact, i learned stuff from them i still use. life stuff. I thought I was a hot writer until I got there and realized that I was a hot writer in a small town, not in a big one. That was a shock! My hometown had a population of 4500. My school had a population of 45,000. I’m laughing now at my naivete. Anyway, I learned very valuable things in the English and lit departments.
i lived in the dorms my first year (i turned 18 there) and the next two years off campus, although very near as i did not drive. in fact i just learned to drive this month, but that's another story. the dorms are great for 18 year olds, but older people there were weird. off campus is great fun. i lived in a house with 8 other people. it was a five-bedroom. it's true what you imagine. we all lived there with our boyfriends. we all smoked cigarettes too. and in the house. gag. it was ok though at age 20. somehow. my second year of school my parents couldn't afford to send me anymore, so i had to work full time and pay for it. that sucked. BAD. i worked from 6am to noon and then school from noon to 10pm. it killed me. i worked on campus at the student-run health food store. my friends would be up drinking wine until 3am and i couldn't join them because my alarm went off at 5. i don't recommend working and going to school if you can help it. i passed out in class all the time because i wasn't getting enough sleep. back then the school had a sleeping room where kids would just go and pass out on sofas and sleep in between classes. i did this daily. It depends ultimately how much school means to you though. One of my roommates graduated with a double major, working full time the whole time, and went on to be a professor of sociology at uc riverside. He took it in stride, but he wanted to be an academic, not an artist, so there ya go.
anyway, i quit after three years because i just couldn't take it. also, i was ready for san francisco. san diego doesn't really have anything cool happening in it. there are no bitchen art shows with forward-thinking genre-leading art. there are no cool arty bars. only the kind that get morons drunk. i assume you don't mind me being frank.
san diego? my rating is low, but i had a raging good time there for three years. that's just all i had. not an especially good education, but an adequate one. i'm pretty sure it really only matters how smart you are, not how great your schooling is, unless you are studying to be a lawyer, or a doctor or an academic...that determines how far you go in life. also, don't be an asshole. people who are jerks don't get far. they spin their wheels and wonder why. This is a problem I see among peers at my age now. social intelligence is also very important. a pretty smile can get you very far as long as you're genuine. i don't mean to say school isn't important. i am so deeply thankful that i went. you should absolutely go. you'll feel like a dummy out in the world if you don't know certain things. to be simple about it: you won't get in with smart people if you aren't learned and that is accomplished quicker in school than on your own. these things can be picked up with minimal effort at san diego state in three years or more. the rest will be up to you.
i hope i don't sound like a preacher. you asked my opinion and i'm writing a tome! i hope your family doesn't now regret giving me your email address. i used to talk about all this stuff with grady and he agreed, but his life choices are a totally different story!
northern california is way way more me than so cal. northern california is very special. it's very liberal in differing degrees depending on where you live. the east bay has mean hippies in it who want to control everyone's world-wasting bad manners with lots of laws and mean looks if you don't abide. san francisco is somewhat heartless. people don't care about property for the most part, it depends what neighborhood you're in. of course i loved it there for 16 years. so many good times were had. more than i ever could have ever dreamed of. but that came from really putting myself out there. constantly searching out adventure and having good cohorts to accompany me. i accomplished things in san francisco that would normally be unobtainable anywhere else. like editing a real live magazine (without a degree. a good smile and a good adventure story got me the job), meeting rock stars all the time, seeing endless art and being around brilliant people. the south bay is filled with dull, copycat, suburban people who tend to be computer nerds, marin county is filled with hippies who still take acid. they seem to be the kindest, most tolerant and most educated, but only in the northern part of marin, where i live now that i'm over 35 and seem to be following a human path set a long time ago. southern marin is filled with rich people who don't leave the house without looking like perfection according to vogue magazine. but at least they're democrats.
southern california is why jokes are made about california. i don't have anything good to say about it. except the weather is good. it's not a pretty place, at least not compared to here. i met some great folks there, for sure and some were from there. good people can always be found, but fun and cool and daring things to do cannot always be found. so cal is too vast and people are too concerned with looking like everyone else. mostly. i still have some dear friends down there who are the greatest ever.
I will stop this craziness now. i am unable to write short emails. i hope that's ok! i hope i don't sound like a jerk!
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