tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64122532011-08-16T20:09:35.871-07:00I'm not a pretty girl. That's not what I do.Andygrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02789345715660556627noreply@blogger.comBlogger4111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412253.post-67885045908550799282007-06-02T16:01:00.000-07:002007-06-02T16:03:37.670-07:00

I've moved over to Wordpress. You can see the new! improved! totally messy and disorganized! version of La Guerrillere--renamed Strange Fire, for the time being anyway--over at http://andygrrrl.wordpress.comThis place will stay up for a bit while I try and get my shit together (links, etc) over there. But all my new posts will be up at Strange Fire now.See ya there

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CART MASTER:Bring out yer dead!CUSTOMER:Here's one.CART MASTER:Ninepence.DEAD PERSON:I'm not dead!CART MASTER:What?CUSTOMER:Nothing. Here's your ninepence.DEAD PERSON:I'm not dead!CART MASTER:'Ere. He says he's not dead!CUSTOMER:Yes, he is.DEAD PERSON:I'm not!CART MASTER:He isn't?CUSTOMER:Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.DEAD PERSON:I'm getting better!CUSTOMER:No, you're not. You'll be stone

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[interrupting blog identity crisis]Like, OMIFRICKINGAWD, what kind of supremely pathetic dork do you have to be to wear a "Ronald Reagan Presidential Library" t-shirt? Seriously? How incredibly lame is that? To wear your loser Republican idiocy with such...such...gah! Ludicrousness. I had to wait on a Ronald Reagan fan today. I can only assume my karmic books are slightly more balanced now (you

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so, I'm thinking of turning this back into a book blog, which is what it was originally, and switching it from Blogger, maybe to wordpress.I just feel like I need a narrower focus; which doesn't mean I won't talk about the same old stuff, but it will be centered around reading and literature and comics and stuff. Would I change the name? I don't know. Maybe.Thoughts? I just feel like I'm rambling

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My boss/the cook speaks Pidgin (her daughter had diaper rash and so now I have two new vocabulary words to name "down there") and writes poetry.Everybody is psychic here, and some of them actually are the real deal. My coworker "Martha" can tell anybody's birthday with a glance, and predicts what kind of day we'll have: "Slow and steady all morning, and then we'll get a big rush around 1:30".

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Love rode 1500 miles on a greyhound bus & climbed in my windowone night to surprise both of us.the pleasure of that sleepyshock has lasted a decadenow or more because she isalways still doing it and I amalways still pleased. I do indeed likeaggressive womenwho come half a continentjust for me; I am not saying that patienceis virtuous, Lovelike anybody else, comes to those whowait activelyand

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My feminity:Greek sandals, hand-made by the son of a poet in AthensGreen pants, hand-me-ups from a younger cousin both taller and wider than me, faded to dull graya pink floral dress that stepped out of the 1930s into the thrift store where I bought itbronze fingernail polish, and ring made of recycled green glassa necklace of silver leaves and wooden beads, from Franceeau de toilette my mother

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post a poem.Fat Is Not a Fairy TaleI am thinking of a fairy tale,Cinder Elephant,Sleeping Tubby,Snow Weight,where the princess is notanorexic, wasp-waisted,flinging herself down the stairs.I am thinking of a fairy tale,Hansel and Great,Repoundsel,Bounty and the Beast,where the beautyhas a pillowed breast,and fingers plump as sausage.I am thinking of a fairy talethat is not yet written,for a

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Today again I am hardly myself.It happens over and over.It is heaven-sent.It flows through melike the blue wave.Green leaves – you may believe this or not –have once or twiceemerged from the tips of my fingerssomewheredeep in the woods,in the reckless seizure of spring.Though, of course, I also know that other song,the sweet passion of one-ness.Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path,

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I contain multitudes. And a plethora of contradictions. To wit:I'm feeling really RIOTGRRRL! ARGGH! lately. Currently wearing loads of buttons ("KILL YOUR TELEVISION", which is easy to do when you don't have one), black and neon-pink striped shirt, black skirt. Very punk. Mostly this is a result of reading Inga Muscio's Cunt, which I've dubbed "cheerleader feminism". It doesn't say anything new

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All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.Kurt Vonnegut's dead.Now I'm really depressed.I still consider that essay from junior year of college where I managed to draw parallels between Billy Pilgrim and the 16th century narrative of a shipwrecked Spanish explorer to be one of my finer literary achievements.I think this, taken with my present circumstances,

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It's Spring! Time to meme!1. Buttons. Not the kind that hold your clothes together, I mean pins, badges, whatever you call them in your neck of the woods. I. love. buttons. Political buttons, snarky buttons, silly buttons, band buttons, I love 'em all. Buttons were a cheap, portable souvenier when I was traveling last year; I got a Spanish Rosie the Riveter from anarchists in Madrid ("Mierda al

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You know that part of the fairy tale, where the heroine is tempted by the lure of fairy gold or great magical powers, not realizing the price that such riches exact? Like in "Goblin Market," when Laura eats the goblin fruit despite Lizzie's warnings. I think that sums up my time spent in the bizzaro-world of high class spas.Things I Learned at Planet Femina:"They're taking over!" They being

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Quote of the Day:There are many ways to be ugly, but the easiest is to be fashionable. Theodora Goss

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My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:Empress Andy the Prohibited of Lesser Wobbleton Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title Just so you know. No more of this "young man" or "miss" crap, got it? This title is so good it makes me wish I had the talent to write a story about it. I have an inordinate fondness for weird British place names (I'm still thrilled that when I met Winter I was staying in a place

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Bad things:spoiling yourself for the current season of Battlestar Galactica. Am heartbroken. Fuck you, sci-fi, you heartless geek boy genre. Fuck you with a light saber.straining your lower right trapezius muscle, so now it's all inflamed and hurts like an electrical zap from Darth Vader.taking over-the-counter drugs instead of herbal remedies, so now I'm all woozystupid corporate jobs that drive

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Johnny take a walk with your sister the moonLet her pale light in to fill up your roomYou've been living undergroundEating from a canYou've been running awayFrom what you don't understand...LoveShe's slippyYou're sliding downShe'll be there when you hit the groundIt's alright, it's alright, it's alrightShe moves in mysterious waysJohnny take a dive with your sister in the rainLet her talk about

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You know, beneath my current incarnation as a cruncy hippie dyke, I am, at heart, a total geek. A nerd, a brainiac, a complete and utter dork (albeit the computer illiterate kind, a rare breed. I've only just learned how to defrag my laptop). As a kid my inherent geekiness manifested in my love for comic book heroes, specifically Batman. I was all about the Dark Night (Superman is so over-rated).

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An inconvienence is an adventure wrongly considered. An adventure is only an inconvienence rightly considered.A Chesterton quote from Neil Gaiman's blog. I think he owes me something cheerful, since I've been feeling like the hapless protagonist of his latest novel (it'd be hard to be anything but hapless if your dad turned out to be Anansi the trickster Spider god). My life is not full of

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I work in reservations! You are totally kicking my ass! Up one street and down the other! Jesus H. Christ on pumpernickel toast! Cut me some fucking god-damn slack! Enough with the retrograding!You both suck and blow,Andygrrl

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So the thing about working at Swanky 4-Star Spa and Hotel, it's the most high-class job I've ever had. I've had to morph into Corporate Drone. Well, Hippy Corporate Drone; in this town, you can get away with flowing skirts and peasant blouses, as long as they conform to the black-and-white theme of work attire. But I've had to undye my pink hair, and remove my eyebrow ring (for which I still

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Neil Gaiman, in addition to be a fantastically witty, hugely talented author, now tells fortunes.First of all, THIS IS NOT A TOY. THIS IS A SERIOUS INSTRUMENT OF DIVINATION. It should only be used by those prepared to approach it with the proper sense of reverence and mystical awe, those among you who are emotionally and spiritually prepared to have the curtain drawn, and to come face to face

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I sing the body electric,The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?And if the body does not do fully as

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I almost posted Carol Ann Duffy's "You" , but then I thought that might be a little intense. And this one by Constantine Cavafy is a pretty good birthday wish. Hope it's a good one, Winter. I wish I could be there.ITHAKAAs you set out for Ithakahope your road is a long one,full of adventure, full of discovery,Laistrygonians, Cyclops,angry Poseidon - don't be afraid of them:you'll never find

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between the new job, school (this weekend we had two 8 hour cranial-sacral classes), and the disappearance of the neighbor's wifi we've been, ah, "borrowing", blogging--hell, email--has been something of an impossibility. But now I've got a day off, and I've been tagged!5 Things You Don't Know About Me1. I know every word to every song in Les Miserables. In fact, the 10th anniversary concert in

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I am crashing hard after all that. It doesn't help that I live with an extroverted Sagittarian male who just sucks up personal energy. Oh, and I decided to start a new job while I'm at it (I'll take this opportunity to note the irony that behind the scenes, spas are complete madhouses. Not so serene after all. Those of us studying the healing arts all seem to be a wreck in one way or another).So

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The weather has cleared up and now you'd never know it got below 40. But we got some awesome pictures in the meantime.

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I warn her for weeks to bring sunscreen and sunglasses (pasty Brits)....and it snows. IN THE DESERT.Ah well. We've managed to amuse ourselves anyway.

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It's a Tolkeinesque week. Last night Elrond and I were watching The Return of the King, (sniggering variously at the homoeroticism between Frodo and Sam, Viggo Mortensen's wandering accent, and Orlando Bloom's performance as Captain Obvious) and I find today that somebody in Wales has built themselves a hobbit house. For real, they live in it. And it's eco-friendly. Bilbo would be proud. I'm

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So yesterday a classmate waltzed into the room, brandishing her great-grandmother's ring on her left hand, and the Engagement Squeal ricocheted throughout the building as everyone sighed in ecstasy. He proposed! On New Year's! During the fireworks! He got down on his knee! And when he got the ring, he asked her dad for permission to marry her!At which point I left the room, so that when my head

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Right, so, my folks are pretty cool with the whole "our daughter's a big ol' bulldagger" thing, for all they're midwestern Catholics. They've handled the fact that I have a Friend impressively--even offering to help out financially with visits. Mom is oddly enthusiastic at the speculation of me running off to Canada ("Ooh! You should go to Vancouver! I love Vancouver! And you can see Niagra Falls

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1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?Had sex in Paris, stayed up all night in drunken revelry, traveled around Europe alone, got in a car and drove 1000 miles to a state I'd never seen before, switched careers, saw David's Le mort de Marat, dyed my hair hot pink, did some serious long-distance flirtation, among other things.2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will

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So I just got back from Big Box Chain Store (not Wal-Mart, thankfully, but not far off) where I went on an underwear shopping spree, cause Andygrrl's Unmentionables were getting in a pretty pitiful state. And I threw in the newest Indigo Girls CD (I got the newest Nicholas Sparks' novel for Christmas from a well-meaning cousin, I had to do something to counteract that).Now even though several

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So I was roused this morning by my brother's big, ugly, drooly bulldog slobbering all over my face. It was a rude awakening, since I had someone decidedly more attractive in mind at that moment. Luckily I love that dog to pieces. Which is kinda like my family: big, loud pains in the ass, but you can't do anything but love 'em. It's been a bit like National Lampoon, let's put it that way. I think

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And a happy Solstice to you all. My plans for The Longest Night include finally getting everything unpacked and ordered in my room, having a beer (Bridgeport India Pale Ale) and a long, hot bath. Because, goddamn. It's been a long month. I hate our manic schizo society, running us into the ground when we should be resting, making every opportunity for fun and laughter into a depressing social

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Cause Roro is just that cool. If she's gonna make a big move and post pictures, you know I gotta do it too.Which is partly why I've been out of commission recently. I ditched the hippie-fungus-tea housemates with the Evil Kitties for a swank place across town. Am now living with my long-haired-lived-on-a-pagan-commune-in-Kentucky, grew-up-with-Hari-Krishnas buddy and classmate, whom I'm going to

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I am manifesting a big fat paycheck in my balance! I am so grateful that I've got enough money to pay my bills at the end of the month! Gosh, it's so nice to have health insurance![/New Age]And now, some poems:'Celia Celia'When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along Old HolbornI think of you with nothing on Adrian Mitchell'Write About Happiness'What does happiness look

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damn, it's a good thing I got a knack for languages, because every day is an exercise in subcultural translation.For example, I was chatting on IM with Winter:Me: Hi, what's up?Winter: Erm...not sure how to respond to that, really.Turns out they don't use the phrase "what's up" in Britain (and here's where I quote Oscar Wilde's quip about two countries separated by a common language). And in

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they were threatened, however, and became very annoyed with me.So, after 2(ish) years blogging, I'm finally doing my first cat post, complete with pictures. I've always considered myself an animal person, I've had pets most of my life, lots of fish, and two dogs, despite my allergies. We had a calico cat named Chablis when I was little, she liked to eat cockroaches and kill bluejays. I like

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Dear South Dakota Fascist Anti-Choice Pigs: FUCK YOU! HAHAHA!you soulless, ignorant asswipes. BITE ME shitheads. My body, my choice. If you don't have a uterus, you don't have say, fucktard.It's not much, but it's a victory. In South Dakota, of all places (now that teenage Sioux girl who got raped by her stepfather can still legally drive an hour to the one clinic in the entire state).That felt

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deep prolonged entry with the strong pink cockthe sit-ups is evokes from her, arms faston the climbing invisible rope to the sky,clasping and unclasping the cosmic lorus *Inside, the long breaths of lungand cuntswell the vocal cords and a rasp a songloud sudden overdrive into disintegrate,spinal melt, video hologram in the belly.Her tits are luminous and sway to the rhythmand I grab them and

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So, here I am in the public library, all decked out in my Death costume (the character from the Sandman comics), looking pretty gothic and foxy, if I do say so myself. It's a nice change, cause guess what I got for my birthday?Mononucleosis!Yep, the birthday was fine, but at about 3 AM that night my glands swelled up like I'd swallowed two tennis balls and I suddenly couldn't talk. But I went to

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GO CARDINALS!!!! WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!! ::jumping up and down:: I am no longer a jinx! I was born the day after the last time they won the World Series, the curse is broken! Wish I was back home, my family's probably going nuts celebrating.::jumps up and down a bit more::and now I'm going back to sleep.

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This time last year I was in France, she sighed with nostalgia. 23 was a very good year (cue Frank Sinatra). And if I have anything to say about it, 24 is going to be even better.I'm giving you all permission to use me as an excuse to eat cake and drink really good wine. Now let's meme!I'm going to be a total lesbian and steal the 7 songs meme from my girlfriend's blog. In no particular order:

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Being a barrista affords excellent people-watching opportunities, and provides great and profound insights into human nature. To wit:you can tell alot about a person by how they treat minimum-wage-slaves such as myself. I like older folks because even if they don't tip, they're unfailingly nice and usually just want a straight-up cup of joe. Yuppies suck. Saints preserve me from Middle-Aged

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Five things feminism did for me:Brought me back from the edge, helped me come out, understand myself, break away from my limited, smothering roots.Taught me to truly think for myself, and to trust my own judgement.Introduced me to some phenomenal artists, writers, musicians who expanded my mind and rocked my world.Gave me the confidence and knowledge to travel alone, to risk, to take that

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Hey, I've been out a whole three years as of today. Go me! Yes, HRC's National Coming Out Day activities kicked me out of the closet, to grossly oversimplify it.And recently I've been thinking of Sonnet 13 from Adrienne Rich's Twenty-One Love Poems:we're out in a country that has no languageno laws...whatever we do together is pure inventionthe maps they gave us were out of dateby years...because

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Which Jane Austen Character Are You?You are Eliza Bennett from Pride and Prejudice! Yay, you! Perhaps the brightest and best character in all of English literature, you are intelligent, lively, lovely-- in short, you are the best of company. Your only foibles are that you stick with your first impressions... and your family is quite intolerable.Take this quiz!QuizillaJoinMake A Quiz More Quizzes

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Close, attentive readers of this blog (and I'm sure you are legion) will have noticed that the last couple of months have been an emotional rollercoaster for me, even aside from moving and starting over in a new state. I've been in various stages of lovesick on this blog, and I let slip over at Roro's that I'm in a long-distance relationship. Air Pollution went and unknowingly gave me the perfect

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In Which I Rant About Annoying Straight Girls.I'm not the one with a TeacherCrush, this time around (my sign is ruled by Venus but it seems she's cutting me a little slack). It's three or four of my classmates. AND THEY'RE DRIVING ME INSANE.My anatomy and physiology class is taught by a young guy, late 20s early 30ish, who is quite nice, rather funny, and very attractive. And they're completely

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So today is the Autumn Equinox. One of the eight major Wiccan holidays; I didn't celebrate the last one, Lammas, mainly because I was busy pulling up roots and taking flying leaps of faith, but also because I don't know what it means, to me, today, here and now, to someone who doesn't practice traditional forms of Wicca, someone for whom the usual mythology and symbolism doesn't resonate. And

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ow. I need to practice, and work out more, giving a massage leaves my client relaxed and me achy. I'm the butchest one in my class, which includes a long-haired gangly Nice Guy from North Carolina, a statuesque blond from Iceland, a Navajo girl who grew up off the res in New Jersey, of all places, and a Japanese boy who speaks very little English. It's the most challenging thing I've ever done. I

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If you're going to troll the internet looking at icky websites for Asian mail-order brides, do it at home, and not on the public library computers, okay?I am a graduate of the Hotheaded Paisan's Finishing School for Girls, jerk. Just so you know.

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Huzzah! Am gainfully employed as of next week, in an ice cream/coffe shop. It's a high school job, but the hours are right and the pay's decent. Unless I hear back from Snooty Spa and Resort, in which case I'll be kissing ass at the front desk, because that one offers health insurance.So I thought I was justified in picking up Adam Bede at the library sale table (the sale table here is TO DIE FOR

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The "where were you when?" question:I was in bed, my roommate woke me up. "Anne, I think you need to watch this." It was Tuesday, I remember this because I didn't have class in the morning and could sleep in. I was confused, wondering why my roommate was: a) talking to me, and b) had the TV on, neither of which were typical behaviours. I was an 18 year-old freshman in college. I saw the second

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Hippies. They're everywhere. This town is entirely populated by white dudes in dashikis, white girls with dreds, tourists in baseball caps, and locals in cowboy hats. I've totally entered the Twilight Zone. We are not in Kansas any more.My bathroom has a naked lady painted on the door. There are Buddhist prayer flags all over the house. I have to keep the bathroom drains shut when not in use, to

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How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.Elisabeth Kubler-RossThere's an old, blue wooden trunk in my grandmother's house, one of her grandmothers packed all

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Losing mind. Need to meme.Go to the Random Quotations Page and look through the random quotations until you find five that you think reflect who you are or what you believe. Repost them in your journal (with this information) and, if you so wish, tag five friends to complete this meme. (Screw tagging. If you want to do it, feel free. If not, don't.)I needed more than five, so I picked ten.Realism

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So I've figured out how to read Superstars: in snatches, at work (uh, no pun intended there). Not too many people shop for groceries at 10:30 on a Thursday night, so I'm just standing there, bored witless, I might as well keep my French in practice. And it's working; I'm about a quarter of the way through now. If I sit down for an hour, dictionary in hand, I'm constantly fixated on the words and

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Listen to carrion -- put your earclose, and hear the faint chatteringof the songs that are to come.Expect the end of the world. Laugh.Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyfulthough you have considered all the facts.So long as women do not go cheap for power,please women more than men.Ask yourself: Will this satisfya woman satisfied to bear a child?Will this disturb the sleepof a woman near to giving

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FUCK YOU!I can't BELIEVE I have to reapply to you because you turned down my loan for SUCH.A.STUPID.REASON. You IDIOTS. I have perfect credit!! OF COURSE I have a patchy work history, I WAS IN COLLEGE!!! It's generally considered a good thing if you don't have to work your way through college. I did a work study program, nobody else considers that a real job, I don't know why it makes such a big

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well, when else should you blog about porn? long rambling unorganized post ahead.So, Winter's got a good post up, inspired by a conversation we had about the dynamics of lesbian porn in lesbian relationships. I agreed with her opinion; and personally, I think lesbian porn could facilitate as an avenue of communication or even bonding between a couple. A lesbian couple could use porn to discuss

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but I need money.I was at the bank this morning, counting out my nickels to the teller so that I would have enough in my checking account to cover the 100 dollar check I need to write to secure the room I'm renting in Arizona. It was embarrassing. I don't know what happened to my last paycheck; it probably got sucked into my gas tank. I'm too afraid to figure out how much of my wages goes toward

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Now with a pagan twist!So I've been trying to answer this archived Witches Weekly for a while now:Do you consider yourself a political pagan? If so, what topics are most important to you and why? If you are not a political pagan, why?and I'm just finding it really difficult to articulate my thoughts. So, in lieu of my own ramblings, a poem.Everywoman Her Own Theology I am nailing them up to the

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So, there's a state primary today, and I didn't vote in it.I kinda feel guilty, and I kinda don't give a shit.The main reason I didn't vote is because I'm not registered; been out of the country too long, I guess.I was raised with a wierd political conciousness: politics is something that happens in D.C., and important men talk about it on the news, but it's really just a mysterious process that

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So I was sitting in the break room today at work, engrossed in my yummy new copy of Bust, and found myself becoming very enthusiastic about an article explaining how to make your own yogurt from raw milk.And then I thought: Oh god. I've become so crunchy I annoy myself.I think it's time to get some sleeve tattoos and really uncomfortable, ugly facial piercings (spacers! ew!). I'm going to return

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Every conversation was a vehicle for Geroge to demonstrate his stellar political consciousness, which was fine because everyone's political consciousness was very fresh and important and we loved to dress them up and trot them around the ring. Michelle Tea, ValenciaYeah, that sounds familiar...sounds a bit like blogging too.

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Did I say blindsided? I think I meant "railroaded." What do you do when you don't know what to do with yourself?A book meme, of course.1. One book that changed your life: That's a tough one...I'll go with the most recent life-changing read, Nina Bouraoui's Mes mauvaises pensees, which cracked open French literature for me. Stendhal, here I come!2. One book that you’ve read more than once:A

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Jennifer: So you've only met this Fiona once and you've never done anything with her?Mo: Just email.Jennifer: Is that a lesbian thing?Mo: Very.--"Replicants," Dykes and Sundry Other Carbon-Based Life-Forms to Watch Out For, Alison Bechdel.This would be funny if it weren't so tragically appropriate.

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If one of my customers gets to proselytize at my register, handing me a card with Bible quotes and a little metal cross, then I get to put this (pdf) on his SUV windshield.

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"My other car is a Pynchon novel." Seen on a bumpersticker today, next to a "Republicans for Voldemort" sticker.Met Chanteuse at The Book House today, one of my favorite places ever. An old 19th century house, filled attic to basement with used books. I think it actually could compare with Shakespeare and Co, since it not only has cats, it also has a ghost, one of the former residents, a little

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This one's actually fairly interesting.1. Elaborate on your default icon.Mo from Dykes to Watch Out For. My alter-ego in comic book form. The self-righteousness, the endless raging against the machine, the obsessive passion for books, the attraction to nerdy girls, the vegetarianism, it's all there, though I have better taste in turtlenecks and do not share the Martha Stewart fantasy. "We're

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before I begin, let me just say that blogger sucks blue baboon ass. I'd switch to something else, but that would be like work. Which means instead of pictures, you'll just have to rely on my painterly prose.You know what surprised me about California? The mythic quality it has. For some reason I wasn't expecting that. But I should have; California has such a unique place in the American

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because when you mistake the beginning of a recipe for chicken saltimbocca as the instructions for ritual spellwork:"Set aside 24 sage leaves..."Ooh, sage! A purification/smudging rit! Yay!...you might be reading a bit too much esoterica.Moderation in all things, said the immoderate Greeks.

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(what, y'all weren't into my axe-grinding thealogical rants? Sheesh, tough crowd.)Anyway, oh god, I don't think I'm going to survive to September.It's time for the annual Big Fat Catholic Family Reunion, and my uncle showed up at our house this morning with his teenage son, his daughter, her friend, and his two five and four year old grandchildren. My sister Blondie is home (not her real name but

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Mmmm, brain food! Yum. Warning: Long, nerdy post ahead.Carol Christ is my ace in the hole. Her Ph.D. from Harvard Divinity is useful whenever I need some patriarchy-approved credentials to justify the spiritual path I've chosen. The Laughter of Aphrodite is the second book of hers I've read, after The Rebirth of the Goddess, and she never ceases to impress me with the quality and depth of her

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When I was reading Regency romances and historical romances, I kept thinking, this would be great if only the hero had a boyfriend.From our local indie rag's interview with Ann Herendeen on her novel Phyllida and the Brotherhood of Philander: A Bisexual Regency Romance. SomedayWhenI'mIndependentlyWealthyI'llBuyIt, it's not every day you come across a book that combines my two favorite things:

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So, I quit my job today. The environmental one that I've only been at three days. "Never work on commission, Andy" my dad told me, and he ought to know, having held a couple door-to-door type jobs himself. I need a more regular, more immediate pay than this can give me. It sucks because I really believe in this organization and their mission, and it felt so good to be doing something relatively

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The thoroughly heterosexual Mr.--er, Captain, sorry--Sparrow at San Francisco Pride.I just got back from Dead Man's Chest--don't worry, no spoilers--with an old friend and had a awesome time.Until we got into the car.We were swooning over Johnny Depp (come on, who doesn't want to do Johnny Depp? There was one scene where I didn't know who to be jealous of, him or Keira Knightley) and I said

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It's gone fucking retrograde and it's causing me to use the f-word a lot.Fuck fuckity fuck.I got the job, for what it's worth. I'm canvassing neighborhoods for my state PIRG (public interest research group) in their campaign against global warming. So I'm knocking on doors trying to hit people up for money. The hours are crap and the pay is shit, but the cause is good and somebody's gotta do it.

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I may land a job tomorrow, so cross your fingers. I'll spend the rest of my broke-ass, carefree, parentally-subsidized free time by indulging in a little comic book geekiness.Meet my latest obsession, Hopey and Maggie, the locas in the Love and Rockets comics.Matilda: What is it about you that Maya finds so special anyway?Hopey: A tongue faster than Mohammed Ali and sweeter than Dolly Parton...in

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I have plenty more California stories and photos (if I can ever get Blogger to work), but I thought I'd start something new: posting the Witches Weekly.Do you ever feel yourself pulling away from your spirituality? If so, what do you do to recharge yourself?Oh lordy. You don't know half of it.I've mentioned before that I've had a long struggle coming to accept Paganism as a valid path for me;

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I was this close to writing a whole big rant about how much I loathe Independence Day, how the blinding hypocritical stupidity of the "celebrations" always make me want to puke, about how I don't salut the flag or recite the Pledge of Allegiance (maybe I'll write about that later), how I usually spend this day watching the annual Twilight Zone marathon, since that seems to be the most appropriate

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Sitting in a park in Paris, FranceReading the news and it sure looks badThey won't give peace a chanceThat was just a dream some of us hadStill a lot of lands to seeBut I wouldn't want to stay hereIt's too old and cold and settled in its ways hereOh, but CaliforniaCalifornia I'm coming homeI'm going to see the folks I digI'll even kiss a sunset pigCalifornia I'm coming homeI met a redneck on a

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I have no idea, but I'm going to find out!So here's a little Alix Olsen, before I leave tomorrow for San Francisco!!!gender game You wanna give me a shinerCause I look like thisAnd I got a vagina?See, I’m familiar with this Gender Game,I’ve played this war many times beforeOn this playground called my identityWhen puberty hit like dodge ballsAnd freeze-tagged as sissy-faggedMy best friend dissed

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Reason # 872,374 that I love librarians: the Library Ladies, as I call them, still remember me by name and ask about my life and plans. I haven't worked at my local public library in 5 years, but every time I go there (which is often, to be frank) they're smiling, "Hi Andy! What are you up to these days?" And they're genuinely interested. They're all middle-aged suburban soccer mom types, and I

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This is the first card in the Major Arcana of The Gaian Tarot. Traditionally it's called The Fool. The Major Arcana represent major life passages and spiritual lessons. Big karmic stuff. Laid out in sequence, they tell a story. The Fool is the beginning, the first step on a long journey. This is where I've been in my life for the last year or so. I'm very much a Seeker, I haven't got much more

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I really need to get out of this house.I just got back from dropping my dad off at the body shop. He's picking up the van from its umpteenth repair job this week. The power steering keeps blowing out. The van's 20 years old and has a fervent death wish, but we're trying to nurse it along another year, till my sister graduates. On the way there dad starts talking about my trip to California,

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I don't normally do these things but this one was so odd I had to post it.Well, okay, yes, I am procrastinating as well.I put my media player on shuffle and wound up with a "Getting Shit-Faced in Ireland" playlist.Casadh an Tsugain (The Twisting of the Rope) -- The Chieftains -- Water from the WellThe Donegal Set --The Chieftains -- Water from the WellBlacksmith -- Loreena McKennitt -- ElementalA

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My fairy godfather seems to think that getting shitfaced with semi-anonymous girls in Paris and London was not enough.He's sending me to San Francisco for Pride.I just hope I don't turn into a pumpkin at midnight or anything.Right, sorry, I just finished up Witches Abroad and it's a fairy tale parody, so there you go.But seriously, I am going to San Francisco for Pride. RC, in all her astounding

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I think it's time to admit that my book binge has turned into self-medication. I just came back from the library with The Sandman Presents: The Furies and two Love and Rockets collections: The Death of Speedy and Blood of Palomar. I also bought Jeffrey Eugenides' Middlesex and Jill Nelson's Volunteer Slavery: My Authentic Negro Experience for a dollar and a quarter.The job hunt continues,

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Dear UniverseWould it have KILLED you to put some Earth signs in my natal chart??I've been applying all morning for kick-ass internships and fellowships at progressive organizations (thanks Feminist Majority Career Center!), positions I KNOW I could do, that'd I'd be good at, that would take me in the direction I want to go.And I've been forgeting to change the contact name and info on the cover

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Now for some non-random, non-inexplicable poetry blogging. Today is W.B. Yeat's birthday.Would I could cast a sail on the waterWhere many a king has goneAnd many a king's daughter,And alight at the comely trees and the lawn,The playing upon pipes and the dancing,And learn that the best thing isTo change my loves while dancingAnd pay but a kiss for a kiss.I would find by the edge of that waterThe

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with someone who is not in love withyou, you understand my predicament.Being in love with you, who are notin love with me, you understand my dilemma.Being in love with your being in lovewith me, which you are not, you understandthe difficulty. Being in love with yourbeing, you can well imagine how hard it is.Being in love with your being you,no matter you are not your being being inlove with me,

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The lights finally came back on this morning. "Thank god," my mother said. "I'm so sick of being a pioneer woman."We've been without power for roughly 36 hours. This is not unusual for us. Our house is about 50 years old, and so is the transformer-doohickey-thing (that's a technical term) that runs the circuit in our neighborhood. I think it's held together with spit and string. And maybe a wad

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Jane Austen, Mansfield ParkCheering myself up. This is not procrastination. Can't work on my skills resume if I'm depressed!So here's my pics from the set of Becoming Jane (heads up Mags and Lady Jane!) These were taken in Dublin on May 14th, right near Lord Edward Street. Extras standing around a big truck full of cables and other film stuff. See the woman in yellow? She has an out fit exactly

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Especially after watching the final episode again. Nothing good can come from it.Then again, this is a personal blog, the whole point of its existence is to serve as a dumping ground for all my melodramatic navel-gazing.In short, I've been really excited and hopeful the last few days, but thanks to SFU I'm feeling melancholic again. It's not reverse culture shock or anything, I seem to have

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I'm so disappointed. I mean, if ever there was a good date for the Rapture, it's today. Darn it. My fundie home-schooling neighbors have a pretty swank car, I was hoping to swipe it when they flew up in the sky to meet Jesus.Ah well. I'll just spend my day wearing my black tank and pentacle necklace, listening to Joy of Satan Radio. I have a Pope Card, maybe I'll make an Anti-Christ one as

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get body back on Central Standard Timeclean up room (oh god, the regression. it begins)remember that little sister is totally self-involved in order to save yourself another 12 hour trip to see herget jobget apartment. Preferably outside of this state, but at least get out of parents' house that has Catholic church 2 doors downsave country from theocratic facistsditto worldlearn yogaconsider what

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I'm flying back home tomorrow morning.And yeah, I'm having a hard time keeping "Leaving on a Jet Plane" out of my head.Been in Paris the last few days, just hanging out, saying goodbye to all my old haunts; bought my last few books and magazines from Violette. Said farewell to the permanently sleeping cats in the corners of Shakespeare and Co. Might go up the Eiffel Tower, because I've never

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