So last night was my second burlesque class...
From the start i've thought the exciting bits of this new project were that it's bold, it has such a wonderful sense of history and tribute to all things vintage, and is just plain fun. But a little part of me was terrified that someone from my office would find out.

Today i'm having a hard time not leaking the secret to three of the women i work with. I imagine i will tell them all after the "recital" (a term which always makes me feel more like a six-year-old pianist rather than a racy performance artist) but for now i must resist the urge to spill it because the boss must not know at any cost!

I have heard of people who go all to pieces in museums.  George said it happened to him at least once, but then that guy will cry at anything.
For lunch i went to the Anderson Gallery as they're currently showing an encaustic exhibit, a medium about which i've been wanting to know more.  I didn't actually weep but i nearly did.  My throat tightened first for the sheer beauty of some pieces, then for the realization i couldn't afford to possess them, and finally for my own abandoned career.
Sterling came by this morning.  We're both very excited for the associated workshop happening on thursday.  So evident how similar our interests.. yet so worlds apart our lives.

What does it mean again to dream in color?  I don't remember but last night's was very  vivid.  I was coloring, with others, as if in coloring books of giant sheets but the pages were alive.  I layered a teal over yellow and the color beneath my hands swam and swirled and vibrated and shimmered with life.

Dear indar_chandra :

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I threw up as you ate enchilada and I saw you ignore my John F. Kennedy statue.  I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of our friendship.

Go burn,
Karen( Try for yourself )</lj>

Yesterday Kevin bought me a new shotgun.  I didn't ask for it or anything, but the one we had was given to us by his dad and is unreliable.  Kev said yesterday's 12 gauge was marked way down at the store and was too good a deal to pass up.

Also yesterday, more than one of my girlfriends annoyed the shit out of me by email.  I enjoy the rare socio-political conversation  that can be had intelligently but yesterday was the day to be forwarded still more overstatement of the obvious.  If all you've got are pot shots at easy targets and more falsehoods and rumor, don't come near me with that banality.  It's a strange feeling because i'm accustomed to people disagreeing with me; i'm less accustomed to people who support my candidate showing such ignorance.

Last night i drank everything in the house.

I swear, i will never understand all the stock market panic. When i first jumped in (at the height of the tech bubble) the Dow had never before topped 10,000. I remember that as a big day. Every close over that amount still seems like a lot to me. Looks like time to buy.

Tonight i think i'm going to see Pinback by myself.  I called a couple people, but no one's available and there a certain appeal in just soloing this one...

Put your iTunes or media player on shuffle and answer:

Opening Credits:  "Veronica" - Elvis Costello

Waking Up:  "Brandenburg Concerto No. 1 - 1st Movement" - Bach

Average Day:  "The Celibate Life" - The Shins

First Date:  "Meant To Be" - Squirrel Nut Zippers

Falling In Love:  "Foreign Country" - The Concretes

Love Scene:  "Thank You Too" - My Morning Jacket

Fight Scene:  "A Duel Will Settle This" - Mates of State

Breaking up:  "Diary" - Bread

Getting Back Together:  "You Turn Me On I'm A Radio" - Joni Mitchell

Secret Love:  "Love in the Shadows" - The Magnetic Fields

Life's Okay:  "Fun & Games" - Caesars

Mental Breakdown:  "Bewley in Red" - Bibio

Driving:  "The Distance" - Cake

Learning A Lesson:  "Roll & Tumble" - Gourds

Deep Thought:  "Bad" - U2

Flash Back:  "Elephants" - Japancakes

Happy Dance:  "Never Said" - Liz Phair

Regretting:  "I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now" - Morrissey

Long Night Alone:  "Nobody" - Tom Waits

Death Scene:  "Cassette" - Rhombus

Closing Credits:  "Red Sails in the Sunset" - The Platters


The first song to play was Tom Waits so i got excited that this would go well.  Turned out pretty tough because i thought i was familiar with at least half of the 63.15 gigs in my library but i guess that isn't so.  I admit i skipped a few tunes that i couldn't say whether or not i'd ever heard before and definitely didn't represent me.  A few other unfamilars i left in and still don't really care for but had to draw a line on my cheating somewhere..  Still, would have been nice if to have heard from many other artists on my list.  Oh well.
For the record, MMJ really let me down with the love song off their newest album.  It's hideously early-80s.

I was amused by this flyer i saw at the dealership last weekend. My friends have begun to nauseate me with the saturation of their
zeal for the new 2-wheeled cult to which they've all committed their every waking thought. I keep wondering how many of them will still be riding a year from now when they tire of helmet head, maintenance, sweaty summers and frosty winters or the newness of their fad wears off.

People who write/say, "i'm going to try and go...  try and do.. try and focus..."
'Try' and 'do' are not TWO SEPARATE THINGS in this usage!  These speakers intend, "i'm going to try to do.."  Did they never have a high school teacher correct their grammar on this point as i did??!?!!?

See!  My alter ego should not have revisited the old haunt.

I was supposed to get inked on Saturday but Katie was sick.  Sunday Kev & i went to Orange for a Harley event (i didn't know they ordinarily prohibit test rides) but that didn't happen either because we didn't know we had to sign up at 8 in the morning.  In between we went to visit Becks but i just went comatose there not having the energy for anything but bed.  What a letdown.

Yesterday was the first time i've driven a vehicle since August and only the second time i've been in one at all.  Bummed i had to end the 17-day streak but Kev took my bike in for some much needed love and this morning it rides like buttah.

Hello.
Yes, that March entry may have been a reactionary false start, but i'm glad to revisit this little corner having my distaste in that other stop renewed.  Dejavudu is mired in false friends and has temporarily killed my LJ addiction again.

Call me old-fashioned, but i revel in the romantic notion of memories held tight.. memories of classic "ships passing in the night..." the taste and feel of someone you know you'll never see again.  Someone who lit up your entire world for a moment so alive when you think on it it makes your heart hurt.  Someone so fleeting they left you forever changed.
I didn't fully appreciate it at the time, but remember that part when Kincaid said goodbye, Francesca had to watch the back of his pickup getting farther and farther from her, knowing she'd never see him again and with her world crumbling she couldn't say or do anything; another was mere inches away?  There's something devastatingly romantic about carrying that person's memory in your heart forever, knowing they're out there in the world... somewhere...
Well the internet ruins that.
There's no one you can't find these days.
When life first began to return to normal i looked for him.  i found scraps and shreds but nothing really.  I shouldn't have looked back.  Today he is right there.  Available for the picking.
I don't dare because i have no reason to think he'd want to hear from me.  And also because i'm sure it's better if he remains that cherished memory but STILL!  By god, it sucks to find him now and know he's only a message away.  I know me and temptation will very likely get the best of me one day.