You Shall Know Our Ridiculosity

Miley Cyrus has invited the Obama girls onto her show.

And Joshua has a dog:

Things that have gone well in the past week:

1. Barack Obama elected; Erika's faith in humanity restored.
2. Guy Fawkes was burned 8 times over in the middle of a tornado warning.
3. Passed drug test, new job at book store ensuing.
4. First poetry reading a success, musicians add excellent dimension!
5. Ixi took bath, Ixi got a pink parka for the impeding winter (Joshua conned into buying it)
6. Have been granted 11 days off in a row from work at Cafe Bella for that holiday people so love.

All in all, I'm as happy a bunny as possible just now.

This is a photo story by my friend at work, Patrick, made me. It keeps me going.

Passive aggressivism sucks.

I know from extensive reading that most poetry written is written in a voice other than the poet's own.

I've also learned from extensive writing, that it's much harder to do.

Actual fiction? Actual fucking fiction--stories that have nothing to do with anything you've ever done, and people you've never met (for Stef: a string of Kicking The Dog instances actually working) is really fucking hard.

If I live enough, I'll run into all sorts of situations and people that can be jigsawed into a plot. If I write enough, I'll describe enough instances and happenings from my own life that eventually I'll be able to make things sound distant from my life. Or, if I'm feeling Tarantino, a non-plot with fun dialog.



In other news, my halloween costume has been a big hit with the Oklahoma natives who don't quite believe that it's not at all outlandish for me to wear it in public all day. I think they'd die if I ever did the Valkerie thing out here.

Pictures to follow.

Also, Ixi had hiccups earlier as she was sitting on my lap! It was both cute and distressing. how odd.

rarr.

So, I've been playing guitar for, mm, nine months now.

And, to be fair, I haven't practiced as much as I should for most of that--excuses should not exist since I only started after I graduated. Besides an excuse is the same as a reason, reasons are just hookers trussed up for the Met and the Jury.

But still, there are certain things I think I should be competent at by fucking now. IE. B minor. For 6 months part of my (almost) daily practice routine includes transferring from D major to B minor. Can't fucking do it. Joshua has tried a couple different explanations as to how I should approach differently, and I try them, and they don't work. I repeat "muscle memory," and "practice makes perfect" to myself. Mostly these things work. My voice seems to improve. My finger strength increases. Speed in note changing ups, EXCEPT for this bloody B minor.

WTF mate.

Otherwise, going to see Denis Johnson tomorrow after my ten hour day in hell.

Baby Eats Crack at Party

That's right. That's a real article in a newspaper. I urge you to look it up. However, do not be deceived by the glowing little camera symbol next to it... the video is disappointingly just an anchor going over the story and the mom shedding a single Hallmark tear, not, in fact, a baby crawling around in a strange manner.

conversation upon discovery:

Joshua: I don't wanna watch a baby eat crack!
Erika: I-I could stand to see that.

In other news--

It's Joshua's birthday soon. We're going to find Indian food in OKC this Saturday and on his actual birthday (28th) I'm bussing a Daisy 2 load of nerds to Edmond to see Denis Johnson speak/read/sign stuff. Super excited.

Ixi is better at Fetch when she's not on Benedryl.

I know nothing of the World Series.

If you're reading this, I miss you.

I am not enjoying Saramago's Blindness.

W. was a good movie.

I haven't done laundry in two weeks.

Fridays are great because I only have to work for an hour and a half, AND, my boss discovered I will demand to get paid for the overtime he schedules me for, thus I only have to work every other saturday. Ha!

Any old weekend... No, wait, Stillwater has one of the country's most revered Homecomings. Crap.

The magic of Fridays is the promise of relief/release
Escape
When Escapism become a way of life,
and split personalities are just too time consuming,
the weekend (yes, there is a pun possible there)
becomes an important player in health.