I wanna be elected

AM earworm today, Unfinished Sweet - Alice Cooper.
What seems strange, it’s from the Billion Dollar Babies album and it’s odd because it’s my least favourite song on that album. The one song of the whole thing that I don’t know deeply, intimately and pretty much by heart. I could pretty much sing every single song from BDB to you at the drop of a hat (so don’t drop any hats around me or you’ll regret it) and yet this is one that I had to actually look up the title.
It’s also odd because for the first time I really realized it’s about dentistry and that has been a dominating theme of the last couple months.

I got one of those boozy phone calls last night. Marital issues, and they were clearly angling for a couple hours of free therapy. I could have sacrificed for it had it not been for the boozy mess club facet. I can’t do any meaningful work with someone who’s drunk. And if you’re calling me at 10:30 on a Sunday night you are definitely asking me for a sacrifice. So, sorry but call back when you’re sober.

It also feels strange that (for the moment at least) I have my own time, my own schedule, and I can do or not do at will. Of course I then realized I have a couple appointments and rehearsals this week so that gives the sensation of slight pressure which makes me feel somewhat anxious and constricted. I can’t just space right out or I might forget to do something I intended or promised.

But the new freedom allowed me to feel like I had the availability to start doing things that have been hanging fire for ages. Scour out and straighten the entire sink area especially that area to the right where all the tupperware and bottles for spices, yoghurt making and grain storage accumulate.
Then the task that turned out to be a blast. Getting a few, foot deep stacks of vinyl onto the shelf somehow. This involved reorganizing the whole collection. While I did that I handed out stuff for Oliver to put on the turntable. We listened to a 50’s latin dance album from my childhood (the cover in classic pink and black even). Pythagorean Theory music (one of those 70’s concept albums where it’s supposed to put you in some kind of mathematical synth trance). The original Peter Gunn soundtrack album. The soundtrack to Du-Beat-eo (Johanna Went, Tex & the Horseheads etc.) James Bond theme songs. The soundtrack from “Blood Feast” (I think it’s only kettle drum, french horn and an upright bass). A completely squidded piece of weirdness out of Long Island by Children Of The Night called “Dinner With Drac”. Mission Impossible, (old) Mitchell Froom, The Faces, Five Easy Pieces, some late 60’s garage band comp. It was total fun and makes the dining room so much more neat and open feeling as well.

OK well we’ve put Billion Dollar Babies on now and I’m going to wander away to enjoy another brilliant piece of music while I dust the living room, water the plants and do my very last bit of paperwork which will put the really, truly kibosh on this semester.
God, I, feel, so, strong, I am so strong.

Shoooo-ee Dang!!!

Thank you Jeebus, jofus and Ramy it’s over! (For now).
I really don’t know why it’s so hard. Because it’s not that hard. But yet it’s really, really, really hard. And stressful.

In a way it’s been really interesting to learn so much (not just the schoolwork but) about my obsessive self. I have spent the last two years trying to learn a whole new balance with a newly unleashed, facet of my personality. As always when the one facet is in dominance other facets must, of necessity, retreat or ooze their way around the emergent one forcing new pathways and channels for their expression. It’s always fascinating to watch.

I suppose some would think that it’s vaguely creepy to be so interested in my own “stuff”. My feeling is, how else would I learn “stuff” if not by watching my own “stuff” and picking it apart down to the very fibrous, matted, and fairly gooey nap?

The thing I am not so skilled at (yet) is time management. Therefore I apologize to those of you I have somewhat blown off, particularly in this last month. I’ll see you next weekend and do my best to make up for it.

Incidentally I finally figured out where that Burton Cummings earworm came from. So very sad to say, but it’s currently being used as a jingle for a french fry commercial. Sigh, I am SO lame.

Holy Spumoni

Almost everything is done except the damnable paper! 8 pages, at least 15 bibliographical sources, at least 5 works cited, MLA style, due Thursday, no late papers accepted. My topic - Why vice prohibitions don’t work.: Exemplified by a brief history of the mafia and the street gangs of Detroit. I will be back to blogging after I sleep for about a week.

Nigel - did you know at least one major mafia kingpin lived in Mt Clemens and there was even an enclave in Dexter?

2 Roads diverged in a wood & I took the one to the gallus tree

I suddenly realized that I regularly read the blogs of, and read blogs where the commentaries are comprised of, dozens of people that annoy me. What is up with that?

Fer'instance: one is an unabashed drunk. Whenever any question of alcohol abuse or issues crops up, that one has some post or comment rabidly defending the alcoholic lifestyle. I’m not prissing about the occasional beverage, this is a person who appears to have a barstool surgically attached to their ass. Because I am pretty familiar with how not well the brain works when it’s under constant fuzz effect I take no stock in almost any opinion they opine. Yet I keep reading.
Another is a pathological liar. I know this for a fact. Yet I check in to pass judgment about every day.
Yet another is basically a star fucker, clique melder. Probably an ok person but, possibly without even realizing it, an annoying hipster art snob.
And then there’s Craiglist, what a lot of straight up assholes, rage-aholics and freak show contestants.
Then again I am definitely an unabashed Springer watcher as well.
I tried to explain it once to the beloved english teacher who was, possibly justly, appalled by that revelation.

I want to intimately know the full spectrum of human endeavor. I need to understand the depths of ignorance and depravity as well as get the mechanics of, and the achievement of, the highest human aspirations. This will probably completely offend some (read most) people but to me Mother Theresa and Ed Gein are inherently the same person on some level and I need to know why they diverged.
I used to sit mesmerized for hours by Stiles project. At the time it seemed like the pinnacle of Buddhist thought. Juxtaposing horrific suicides, medical anomalies and sadomasochists against the worship of babe-alicousness and hot bods. I must admit the snuff stuff and poo eating finally got to me and I just couldn’t stand up under it anymore. I haven’t been back for a couple years. I am really uncomfortable with snuff, so much for a lot of Lydia Lunch’s work then. I just can’t bear it. But the odd part is the theatrical stuff doesn’t interest me at all. I can’t stand Tarantino, The Sopranos, slasher or war movies or things of that ilk.

I can’t help but think of what Arwulf used to say, years ago at Commie High, about The Trashy Fiction Club , “how can you tell what’s good if you don’t know what’s really bad?” as well as Portia in “Gone Away Lake” when she realizes that one needs “comparers”.

BTW my tongue is just shredded. Apparently another symptom of this same issue is the person who just can’t stop exploring the sore tooth.

Yesterday and today

Yesterday’s earworm was “Welcome to the House of Fun” - Madness. Todays was “Stand Tall” -Who is that? The Raspberries? BTO? Either way neither has any precedent. No reason I can think of for either to pop.
That is the weirdness of the earworm machine (or sprite) in my head. Sometimes it’s clear why that came up, I heard it or thought of it in the previous month or so. Others it’s completely obscure, haven’t heard it or thought of it in ages.

In the meantime, I already have major finals stress occurring and have had to run all over town looking for someone who (a) even has my cigarettes (b) isn’t charging 9 dollars a pack. Found a new source finally. Smoky’s Tobacconist are rockin’ my world right now.
As well as:
This morning, eating the same breakfast I’ve eaten everyday for over a year, my fucking tooth broke. God blast it. I can’t tell you how difficult dental care is to find and provide for financially when you are completely broke. This sucks.

Next week:
3 Exams
8 Pg. research paper
1 Quiz
2 Oral presentations
1 Poetry reading
Fagghhh

AM earworm

Northern Lights - Renaissance
(Not at all my favourite Renaissance song. In fact I barely know it and had to look up the title. That may put the kibosh on my theories about the deeply worn grooves being the progenitor of earworms.)

AM earworm

Matilda - Harry Belafonte

Shepards pie

O'Rama.
I figured out that between parts and labour, each of these babies runs about 40 bucks worth.

PotPie

Dogsitting

P. O. 'd Cat

AM earworm

Worried Song - DEVO
Later it started mixing with Stevie Wonder. That’s just an odd juxtaposition.
(And Nigel, I haven’t forgotten that I still owe you Recombo DNA.)

OK then...

The neighborhood just gets weirder. Today as I was walking out to go to the drugstore an old street man was peeing his way across the street. He looked at me, I looked at him and his knob and he just wandered on up the street after pausing briefly to zip up.

“Things fall apart-

The center does not hold”

Rendering Caesar

It’s my day to do taxes so what more can I say. Oh, other than it’s finals as well so PAUCITY is likely to be the word.

POTF #5

It was poetry club meeting day today. In addition to making it a very long day we free wrote as usual. Today’s exercise was write on “In Praise of ____”. Thus:

Praise for Spaghetti

You are my staple
My go to, my fav
My comfort food quotient
to you I give praise

Tired and stupid
at the end of my day
You are there at the market
and so easy to make

I love you, you soothe me
and remind me of Mom
Heaped up on garlic bread
all fragrant and warm

There’s always enough
and leftovers besides
Even better the next day
as “pasketti” refried

AM earworm

Let’s Groove Tonight - Earth, Wind and Fire.
Certainly not my favourite EWF but cheery none the less. But I tend to be a 70’s, not 80’s EWF fan. Gratitude being high, high high on my list of best 70’s albums. Granted it’s a long list.

PONOTF

Pressing

The past flows like elder wine
which plucked cannot wither on the vine
the days pass out of mind
scatter to the winds of time

So it goes and the current
spins away every moment
So this life is gone

The fates for which we are the foil
are twists against which we rail
The prize for which we toil
Is glimpsed through the tattered veil

So it goes and the current
spins away every moment
So this life is gone