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February 28, 2006
PSST...touch your nose and keep it under your hat
Now just to be clear you don't have to put your hat under your nose
or your nose in your hat.
i was thinking who would I be friends with if I lived in Boston alone?
I made a list and it included the celtics and the bruins.
I gather from this that I would make friends with depressed writers and high powered CEOS.
then I sat back and it became clear that from the names on my list I would only have imaginary friends...
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Eighty Degrees of providence
I love the way everything smells and I love when fortune smiles upon me. I missed my plane out of Orlando and will someday return to Boston. Now my shirt smells like flesh touched by warm sunshine and I am rekindling a long love affaire with warmth. Oh, I know that I have to come back to Boston and be a big girl again and I will but first I will have to sit in the sun and wait a few days to work out leaving the beautiful state of Florida.
At times like this I think back to my family telling me:
“Hope you were cold in India”
“Hope that is Canada light”
“Hope your moving to artic death”
My time here has not just been spent like a lizard enjoying her warm rock. The SCI-FI convention was everything that I hoped it would be. Chuck and I had a wonderful time and saw some great stuff. After I get some pics I will post again in a format that will leave you with nothing but joy and serenity. For now I just want to say that at the convention center another group was meeting…Cheerleader convention. The mutually extrusion of group members and little comments from shared bathrooms were enough to make a TV producer wet his pants.
SO my advice when your bus is late and then the next bus is late and a train stops traffic
Don’t panic
It’s extended escape from reality time!
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February 23, 2006
Downward Dog
Some of the moves I could not do because they hurt my little cute feets. Some of the moves were past my balance ability. Some of the moves were completed to the next few levels after the basic pose. From this we can glen the grain of running once lost. I feel used like running except it does not have all the side effects. Now if yoga did not need an instructer i'd be set.
Job interview at 5:30pm, strange.
Europe in April, I pine.
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February 17, 2006
Katzmen the answer is yes
The neat bathroom
When you open any hide away or stoarage place it is the picture of neat. I will go to the bathroom and be awed by the extra supplies waiting for children or houseguests.
I leave for mass in 20mins
Because I don't have to meet new people or talk about why I am here. The Church just lets me sit and worship. If I need to talk I can start a conversation but they have no fear of membership. I think it could also be that I know the litergy well enough to appear a lasped Catholic and as a rule you don't force people testing their wings.
The Tornado alarm at noon
Everyday at noon screaming warning "the day is almost over". It is comforting to be in a town where at least once a day everyone is aware of the time. In the summer it is comforting to know that you can ear that warning over the dead silence what can at times seem mythical. First it is rain and now your house is three miles away. People can live their whole lives in a place like this and never see one. People can lose multiple homes to some mythical beast that we fortell everyday at noon.
Father knows best
As we sat in the car having the oil changed Dad tells me what is really wrong with the car. We sit in a 1991 Buick that we call baby blue dino. Dino is going to die but she has already managed to travel as far as the moon and back. Sure the moon would have to be at its closest orbit but that is still further then I like to go on car trips. The greese monkey tries to up sell my father. I don't think you could up sell my father because he is always looking out for the family. I am easy to fool or quick to trust. I believe that I have this quality because my Dad is very aware of being the 'man of the house'. Yesterday we women talked about how dad worries so we don't have to worry. It is nice to know that my father is the perfect mix of 'my daughters can do anything' and 'I'm a Davis male it is my duty to protect'. It is a joke among my Father and Uncle as to what a Davis male is but I think they have a clear idea of what they expect of the comming Davis males. My grandfather was a southern gentleman and he trained his sons.
This is a completly different place.
and I wish I could tell you about it so that it would be full to you. Missouri is the show me state.
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February 15, 2006
7card Valentine
To my right my brother Brian. To my left THE BANDIT! That was the name of the cowboy sitting down next to me at the poker tabel. The Bandit started the night by giving me a rose and telling me that he took it easy on the ladies.
'That rose will never fade,honey". The Bandit said this looking deep into my eyes and cutting the deck.
As I played Texas Hold Um', Five card draw, and seven card stud with free chips and free gin & tonics--
The first half of the day was spent on a bike, in a feild singing to myself, playing pool with my dad and his friend, and going to lunch with daddy. We ate very well at one of KC BEST BBQ pits. Nothing spells love to me like getting meat. It was a great day.
--Later that night sitting in what can only be discribed as the local and midway hook-up and produce free drinks and a place to crash within safe walking distance. Now Brian was a bartender and he can pick drinks...he can pick bars.
I won Valentines Day 2006! YES, take that cupid! Being with family and meeting a 67 year old poker player named the Bandit...my life is a dream.
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February 14, 2006
Hamster's have cages! Thems' fighten' words 'jb'!
That little hamster is Always stealing the thunder!
'I'll get my blog right after Princess Juicies and steal her thunder'
"I'll post funny blogs and win the admiration of the indi blog community"
' I'll be all mystery man and have lack of knowledge reccomend me"
"I'll give Huggie Bear a ride to the airport as to get her out of the way and take over the bostonhouse...first the sled..then nobody eats sugar...then I will control them all with candy bars"
'I'll take the remaining house mates to NYC and then leave them there as my agents. Tami alone will be fooled into service by the beloved eyes of the sleek canine who fains being shy"
You think your so smooth! But I see your plan. Mostly I watched Smokie and the Bandit. Fine film, Fine film. I want have a nemisis just like the bandit. I want a CB radio too because that is how you avoid your nemisis.
This movie has it all: Truckers, dogs, wives and children, the road, people talking 'jive turkey',stupid sons, great lines like
do you ever take your hat off?
I do for one thing and one thing only.
take your hat off. I mean if you want too.
I want to.
True Romance, and all of this is done for beer.
I just adore that film I don't mean to watch it...it just happens. The sing song balled of oh, they call you the Bandit pulls upon my heart strings and my inner desire to be a stockcar racer.Really what this movie shows for the world to see is that I have very strange movie taste. I have really trashy taste but I have critera that is very difficult to fill. Drama is the most difficult movie to get me to enjoy. It is just too easy. The charaters are manipulated into gross representations of humanity and then put in forced situations( wait did I just discribe comedy?). With comedy you can drop the pretense of drama and move right into the stakes of the plot. Can you beat opening words like, "I was born a poor black child"? They deliver a punch and set up all the format with out the mood music, lighting, and angst of DRAMA with often an easy to read plot. I hate knowing what is going to happen in a movie and with comedy at any moment a panio could fall from the sky. It is true that I am in fact saying things that can be reversed. IT is all personal taste and that is what gets me about the acamedy awards and such. Is comedy somehow less then Drama? No, it bothers me that as a society was judge some art work more nobel then others. I do it all the time with my little "that's a fims not a Movie".
See, I am not talking about Scary Movie 1-3 here but pop culture at its finest. We love democracy but not when it comes to ourselves and taste. We want our bands to be the unknown, our movies to be profound but not easily accessable, and our books to be like calling cards.I hate it when I agree with David Brooks but we really are just treding the water to the next status marker. Yet, some work is dripple and pittle. OH, but blah blah. I just want a nemisis so that I can glue their shoes together, shave their eyebrows, put itching cream on the toilet seat, and ride my beautiful car off into the sunset while laughing and talking on the CB Radio.
'Breaker 1-9 for a radio check'
'Come on back legs (my actual CB Name (a hillarious story)), you seen smokie Bear?'
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February 13, 2006
Outside the front door a flower blooms.
Missouri is not a warm in the winter state. I am apparently a make the winter mild good luck charm. I leave Boston and it becomes nice and snowy. Today the tempature got up to sixity and after being a very bad girl (I ran a mile (which was stupid but worth it)) I lay in a huge feild. I watched the ducks flying above my head as the sky changed from a viberant blue to the pastels of dusk. I loved every second of smelling the dead brown grass. I still can't figure out if ducks can really fly or if it is all just allusion. If you watch them fly it does not seem to be working out well; their wings move akin to empty gloves afixed to their large bodies.
I love that here in the suburbs of Missouri you can spend a good portion of the day looking for views that don't show any humanity. Hills are good for this.
I fixen up my little sisters bike on Valentines day as a little treat to myself. Oh baby, me love you long time.
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Fear is the Heart of Love
It does not take long. This time I've made it about a day and half before I reach for the best book in the Davis household: Amy Vanderbilt's New Complete Book of Etiquette, The Guide to Gracious Living. It maybe copyrighted 1963 but I firmly hold that it is The Guide to Gracious Living. At times, we have all sat in the living room and read aloud from Ms. Vanderbilt's book. Humor can arise as one travels through the ceremonies of life, dress and manners, to the all-important 1963 audience with the Pope. The book though was never that funny to me but was just fascinating much like my childhood favorite books: The little witch’s book of yoga, Gnomes: a field guide, Pickles the Fire Cat, The Golly Sisters take the West, and Go, Dog. GO! Why were these books so much fun for me? Why do you think…common thread…Sociology
Never do I shine so well as when I am at the sociology convention asking questions and getting discussions started. I enjoy contemporary social thought, statistics, methodology and I can read people. For months now, I’ve been less then myself. I lack confidence. I keep changing my mind, looking for the next thing, trying to distance myself from friends, and blah, blah, blah. Verily I am fearful of my future but more to the point not hitting the success I have dreamed would be mine. At some point, I decided it was a good idea not to study for the GRE, get only ½ of any grad school applications finished, and look for something else to be the next thing. Chicago had that awsome program starting and I just sat on my fingers. So here it is, I totally want to be a living in my sociological dream date but I fear that I am not enough. MAGH! All my friends please be so kind and: don’t let me say something else, Don’t let me ‘change’ my mind, hit me hard on the face and say WTF.
IF I fail at least I’ll have that and not this stupid fear. So self-centered where is the Christ in this? I may go to seminary first before Sociology School.
I made a wonderful lunch today.
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February 11, 2006
Natl. Freedom Day (JPN)
1,No Children, Mtn. Goats, Tallahassee
2,Valerie, Crooked Fingers
3,Blue Orchid,The white Stripes
4,The Flower of Carnage,Kill Bill Soundtrack
5,Silly Love Songs, Paul McCartney
6,Don't let me be Misunderstood, Santa Esheralda
7,Pacific Theme, Broken Social Scene
8,Anthems for a Seventeen year-old girl
9,Chelsea Girl, Nico
10,I'll Follow you into the dark, Death Cab
11,The lonely Shepherd, Gheorghe Zamfir
12,Strars and Sons, Broken Social Scene
13,Transatlanticisim, Death Cab
If I were to fly to Kansas City today
this would be the cd I'd make
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February 09, 2006
My love, Courtney has gone home. No worries, not to be with Jesus just to North Carolina. I have to go to bed soon and I have no cuddle buddie,WHA!
Who will I sleep with now that she is gone?
Migrant Farm workers-YES!
I've still lost all my poems so...if you have FURTHER NORTHERN in it orginal form or edit filled beauty
send it down Galvister Way.
It is really the only poem that I want back. It is nice now that they are gone i am able to start without all my ideas pushing down on me. I've since yesterday started a poem on Feminism, bookmarks, love in friendships, the sounds that make you remember, infidelity, why I crave foods, humility, and the baby blue buick. I've only 'finished' two but having two poem I like under my belt is...MUCH.
I should say...i can most likely get my files back. i jut can't afford to fix ABI right now.
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February 08, 2006
Title it, Tami.
At first I saw it as liberation. All my bad poems were gone and I had a blank slate. Now, the ones I liked are gone because I don't save in one more than one source. I miss my poems. I miss them more then any thing else in my busted computer.
I wrote some today. I think it will be good for me to go back to the pen and paper. I can see all my mistakes and all my new ideas. It really is a positive then
new start
better process
I'll get a sprial notebook which is the same as a computer.
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February 07, 2006
You want so many superpowers for one so young
Courtney and I will be playing Anne and Diana from Anne of Green Gables today. Being house bound has never been this much fun. The only time that comes close to this experience was shortly after my parents got divorced and I spent the summer trapped in NJ. I spent the day either going to the pool or playing ‘I am the love of Prince William’s life’. I would have been faithful to Prince William. We could have tons of adventures and live the life that one only dreams about in 40’s films. We’d Safari in the desert with hats and kakis where we would find a hidden chocolate vain (yea, verily a vain). After reading Shop Girl, all the adultery stories, and Salt (salt was considered an aphrodisiac) I am ready to have an affair. The big problem in all of this is that the Prince and I never hooked-up.
I have at times thought what if my husband had an affair? How do you forgive them/blah,blah,blah. As of late, I wonder about the people I know who have had affairs. Most of the ‘adults’ in my life have had at least one affaire if not two. How do you come to the point that you are willing to betray at that level? You can see the happy couples formed from the remains of former happy couples and they make it all seem so natural. I can hear jb talking now about monogamy cycles and insects. Still as I read somewhere between sickened and sympathy is a question about myself and really hot Asian man, or Captain Wentworth, or that Gilbert Blithe.
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February 06, 2006
talking in my bed for a week//Talking only with my feet
I am not sure if I feel like a bad ass or a cripple. Betrayed by the body for I am currently unable to walk for more then thirty minuets without regret. WHY? Because I have genes that make my body sound like rice crispiness. Enough of Bitter
Today I went to the hospital to get my ankle checked. Thank God, I don’t have a stress fracture. The problem is my Achilles tended in both my feet. Waitressing needs to be cut back (but I need a new profession where I won’t stand as much). Running needs to be eliminated (FOREVER). Belly Dancing needs to be eliminated for the next few weeks. I can bike and swim. I really am blessed with a get deal of options and being gentle now means I can continue to walk when I am 64. I am apparently falling apart from the inside. I've known all this for a while but...
Bonus I got a cool new bracelet and the doctor thinks I am tough.
I had a fab time at the hospital all the doctors, nurses, ex-ray peps, and I laughed Heartily.
In other news:
I watched 2046 and I love the Cantonese language…so sexy.
I sang Keri and then Tami to sleep last night…a man came and threw a shoe at me/It w as all very Warner Brothers Cat Cartoon.
I read a few books while on my back.
I am putting all my high school songs on my itunes.
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February 02, 2006
flavor.
After beng informed that I am 38lbs over weight I thought...I am okay with that. I told the personal trainer that the most he could hope to lose out of me is 23lbs. These 23lbs would HAVE to be lost for mighty good reason
1.Going to have sex
2.Parent needs a kidney or something like that.
3.Famine
To be 38lbs lighter would be the end of most foods I love to eat.
No Dairy--i laugh.
Only select grains--silly.
No sweets--maybe for about three weeks.
Cut the drinks--how about moderation?
Why would I want to give up things that I love for the rest of my life to make myself 38lbs lighter? The most important weight is the measurment between desires. Food is civilization and I will not give up the beauty of foods for an extended longevity.
People have been coming up with new and intersting ways to eat.Death is going to come without my control. At least when it comes I can die remembering the taste of good food. I will eat Mayo and I see no compelling reason to stop.
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