ghosts are good company

February 24th, 2007

chilly feet.

Posted by puck in books, housing, life, music, random, school, seattle, teh gays

i’ve been busy (haven’t we all?) - with school, of all things! online classes have been doing me pretty well; i’m six weeks in and haven’t screwed anything up as badly as i tend to. my in person class is also going well - last wednesday we went to the glbt history archives. cubbie came along, and we both fell in love with the place. i got to take a tour of the museum of flight’s archives a few years ago, and that was fascinating (and huge), but these… smaller, quaint, and so much things i have worked with and wondered about for the past while. unlike airplanes.

i’ve been going through my music collection, culling out cds that i want to sell (…somewhere). recently, i’ve applied that practice to the music on my computer, deleting about six gigabyte’s worth of files. now i’m listening to all of the songs alphabetically. it’ll take a while. i’m currently listening to “act iii scene ii (shakespeare)” by saul williams. saul is pretty amazing - i got to work the show he played while i was at evergreen. actually, i asked if i could see his hand stamp at the door, and he looked at me and said in a very serious deep voice, “i’m saul.” pretty soon the person across from me doing the same job asked the opener to see her handstamp, so i felt a little less absurd.

speaking of live shows, i’m really looking forward to seeing the mountain goats with cubbie in a couple of weeks. i hope that the show will be as exciting as the one cubbie and i saw last summer, but without the long winters will be playing at the same venue. i miss seattle, and i don’t know if going to that show would help it, or make it worse.

it’s eight in the morning. i think that my neighbors are making stew or something. with pork. huh?
OH! this is the thing i really wanted to tell you about. i just finished reading this book, aaron renier’s spiral bound. i would like to recommend it to everyone, as, i imagine, would the author. it’s a deliciously drawn graphic novel with a fantastic group of characters, and an impeccable storyline. please, please, try to find a copy. especially if you like indie culture, or food, or children, or any combination of all of the above. or vegetables. no, not vegetables, anthropomorphized animals.

yes. once you have made an effort to acquire it, you may go about your regularly scheduled business. go, go!

February 11th, 2007

oh, hello!

in one of my classes, i’m doing well - getting each week’s work (because it’s online) done quickly, being on top of things… and it was just mentioned that i hadn’t signed in, yesterday, since the fourth. which is only a week, but apparently in the world of the internet, that’s a Long Time. what can you do?

so, i also haven’t updated here since then. so that’s a Long Time as well. i guess.

it’s been a busy world for cubbie and i, full of lots of delicious drama. we’re working it out, which is lovely. we’ve been Going Out and Doing Things, having dates, which we haven’t done for a while.

in searching for things to do with cubbie, i’ve also found things that i want to do on my own. gay shame meets every week, which is great because i had thought they were defunct.

trouble is, though, i keep finding things to do and then… not doing them. i have one in-person class and the rest are online and you’d think that maybe i would want to get out of the house more, but… no. this is why i haven’t been updating, see, because then i’d have to tell you about this and that’s certainly no fun.

what else, though. something is fun, and i’ve forgotten what it is. cleaning the house? no. um, oh! we’re thinking about moving to a new apartment in our building, if we ever make an appointment to see it. apparently there are studios that are only $50 more per month that are bigger and overlook the bay! i’m so hopeful.

that’s all i got.

February 4th, 2007

But I am outside of the house but my hand is in the window and my foot is in a grapefruit. As you can see from my diagram…

Posted by puck in life, random

i was going to ramble at you about the four humours because i am a little too sanguine and choleric and phlegmatic. so i looked it up to see if the fourth humour was something in which i was lacking, but it’s melancholy and i’m generally full of the black bile, so why have the bile and the phlegm and the blood taken over? melancholy is better than this mysterious sick.

although, i like to think of the four humours as the houses in hoggy hoggy hogwarts. see the table at this part of the wikipedia page. we’ve got black bile, which is my lovely slytherin house. from aristotle’ four sources of happiness, propraitari. gryffs, although this is debatable and increases the gryffindor/slytherin overlap, would be blood, characterized by courageous and amorous actions. yellow bile is our yellow house, the bumbleriffic lovely hufflepuff, who work on their ethikos (moral value), and then phlegm as the logical, dialogike, ravenclaws. although really, we could just as easily make slytherins blood, hufflepuff black bile, and gryffs yellow bile. i should decide these things before i ramble. looking at the whole table, though, that makes a lot more sense - looking also at fromm’s eorientations, kretchmer’s character styles, spränger’s four values, etc.

you have to understand, i’m also listening to eddie izzard’s “highlights of history.” if you are familiar with that delightful piece of comedy, you will be much more familiar with the batshit crazy logic that is going on at the moment.

February 2nd, 2007

well, that was nice.

Posted by puck in life, san francisco, worries

today i went to the emergency room! i had chest pain, which started last night, and it got worse so i called my mom and she said “ambulance!” and i said “taxi!” (i’ve been liking taxis lately), and so my friend amanda and my love cubbie and i all trooped down to the emergency room, where there was one person in the waiting room and we were escorted right in, and the ekg and the chest x-ray said “um, nothing!” and so they gave me a prescription for gigantic ibuprofen, which cost, seventy cents, and now i’m home and i still hurt. but i… didn’t have a heart attack! awesome.