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Dec. 14th, 2008

Time Keeps On Slipping

A couple of weeks ago, The Host told me that he'd be moving at the end of January, and told me that I should probably start looking for a new place.  I thanked him for the more than reasonable warning, and kept my eyes open for alternatives, knowing that this was enough time to save for a move.

Last Friday, he told me that I needed to be out "[B]y the end of next week."  Not such a great warning, but I let a friend of mine know, and she promised to keep her eyes open for rooms and such for rent, with a tentative offer to stay with her for a short while if I couldn't find anything else.  And a week is enough to find something that doesn't involve mooching, you know?

Today, he sat at my stand and let me know that I had a couple of days, since things are getting "confusing".


Fortunately, my sweet ex Anna has offered to let me stay for a couple of days.  Then I have the other friend who promised to keep an eye out, Larisa.  So I'm not thinking of this as an unexpected aggravation.  I'm thinking of this as an opportunity to hang out with people who I actually have something in common with for a short while.

Dec. 13th, 2008

That Book Meme

These are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, underline the ones you read for school, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish."

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Dec. 12th, 2008

Flashback: Songs From Essex and Vermont

I was going to do this entry tomorrow to go along with an important anniversary in my life.  However, it looks like I'll be at a friend's house tomorrow, relaxing and destressing from the various curveballs of the week (more on the latest curveball later on).  I'm not sure that my friend has internet access, and quite frankly, it would be rude to sit there and tap at the keyboard while a guest at another's place.

It was seventeen years ago tomorrow.  Another relationship had failed.  This one was a heartbreaker, as the woman in question was not only hearbreakingly beautiful, but also one of the kindest, most gentle souls it's ever been my pleasure to know.  However, I added nothing to the relationship, having sunk into a hole of my own self-centered depression and negative self-esteem.  I found it difficult to get out of bed in the morning, difficult to walk outside, difficult even to go to the coffeehouse and socialize with our mutual friends.  Julie finally gathered together enough self-esteem of her own to dump my sorry ass, and take up with a slightly crazy green-haired guy with a motorcycle.  He was about as stable as me at that point, but my god, I'm sure that he was far more fun to be around.

December 13, 1991:  I was outside SoHo, the aforementioned coffeehouse.  I'd been a regular there for quite some time, and that's where Julie and I had met.  She and Steve (the man with the bike) were seated in the entryway of the closed Postal Annex next door, his arms wrapped snugly around her as I stared and brooded, lost in a land of broken, dark, violent imagery.  The self-pity finally got so extreme that even I was beginning to feel ridiculous.  That's when Jacob ran around the corner.  He was an acquiantance of mine through a couple of mutual friends.

"We got jumped" he gasped.

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Dec. 10th, 2008

Moving Right Along

The Host will be moving in late January. His mother is not doing well, and he feels drawn back to Washington state to take care of her. While I will miss him, this is the best possible action for him to be taking at this point, as he has never recovered from not being there when his father passed on. I wish him nothing but happiness and joy now and in the future. He has been of enormous assistance to me, taking me in during a time of need despite his knowing little to nothing about me.

This does mean that starting in late January, I will need a new place. I'm currently working on manifesting something close to where I am right now, as well as the funds for the move itself. However, I'm getting enough advance warning this time so that the old panic isn't settling in.

This is a chance for me to build everything that I'm looking for.

Also, I'm mildly surprised by the following, taken from oxymoron67 .  It's not like I've even glanced at it in the past several years:

You know the Bible 75%!

Wow! You are truly a student of the Bible! Some of the questions were difficult, but they didn't slow you down! You know the books, the characters, the events . . . Very impressive!

Ultimate Bible Quiz
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Dec. 7th, 2008

Hanging On The Telephone

A cold breeze over the Boardwalk this morning, with the television and newspaper warning of possible rain.  Usually this means that it's a good idea to take a day off, stay inside, drink coffee, and subject all of you to whatever musings I'm able to come up with.  However, today I had a goal:  A phone.  I haven't had one for a while for various reasons, and Chana had informed me of a decent deal at Rite Aid for a prepaid service with Virgin Mobile.  I set up.  My cart had been dropped off by my worker in a good space.  I braved the damp wind and set up between an oddly talkative mime and a jewelry seller.

The wind knocked my stand over twice, and nearly sent my cards flying down the block on several occasions.

Giving up, I walked down to where my friend Jim (he of the "Califuckinfornia" t-shirts) was set up, and borrowed some cash from him.  He's good in emergencies for slightly more than the few dollars I might be able to get from my fellow vendors, but less than I'd get by swallowing my pride and turning to the family.  We talked for a while, I listened to his plans to promote his self-published book on how to cure a bad back, he listened to a Zen parable I told him, and I took off to Rite Aid.

Two wrong buses and one wrong stop later, I finally ended up in a Rite Aid in the middle of a dingy strip mall somewhere in the eastern part of Venice.  It's an unfamiliar part of town to me.  While not completely losing the Venice flavor, it largely resembles any other low-built urban retail area in Los Angeles.  Pet stores, restaurants that straddle the line between decent dining and greasy spoon, tool shops, video stores, and a mixed sense of optimism and desperation pervade the area.

I stood in front of the cell phone display in the drugstore.  None of the items were what had been described to me.  I picked out one that looked like a decent alternative and took it to the front counter.  There was no prepaid phone card for the service.  After further discussion, the counterperson (the manager, from what I could tell) figured out what I was talking about, and pulled the phone that I was looking for from behind the counter.  Awesome!  I bought the phone, the card, and a pack of cigarettes (cheaper there than on the Boardwalk) before heading out the door.  A quick hop onto the bus, settling back as I ripped open the packaging and perused the materials.  It all seemed simple enough.  I stuffed everything that I could find in the package into  my pockets, tossed the plastic remnants into the trash at my transfer point, and headed back to the place.

I took a quick dash upstairs and went online to begin setting up.  Plugged in the phone to charge it.  Information, input, question, answer, numbers easy for me to remember but hard for others to figure out for various codes, et cetra.  Then comes the time that I'm supposed to input the serial number.  I lifted the cover off of the battery case in order to do so.  No battery.  No big deal, as there's plenty of stuff that I hadn't looked through.  I kept going through the motions.  Looked again.

No battery.

Looked through everything...all of my pockets, my bag, all over the desk.

No battery.

In a panic, I rushed downstairs, grouchy enough at this point to snap at The Host when I misunderstood a joke that he was making about my computer use for an actual complaint.  A quick jump to the local cell phone place:


The young man behind the counter nodded sympathetically.  "What happened to the battery?"

"I don't know.  I took everything out of the front and the middle of the packaging..."

"Oh!"  A look of dismay.  "The battery is in the back of the package!"

"Shit.  I have no idea what to do.  Look,. can I just buy one here?"

"Let me check."  He rummaged through various plastic tubs that he pulled off of some shelves.  A head shake.  "No, sorry, I'll have to put it on order."

"How long will that be?"

"A few days."  

I groaned.  "A few days?"

"Sorry, yeah.  It'll be thirty bucks."

"Thirty?"  I paused and took a breath.  "I don't have thirty bucks.  The phone was only ten."

"So buy a new phone."

While I'm sure that I didn't actually scream at this point, my temper must have overflowed a bit, as there was a definite look of alarm in his face as I worked towards exhausting my vocabulary of curse words by reciting them to the ceiling of his shop.  I left before he felt the need to call the police.  Note to self:  Apologize tomorrow.

A bus ride back to the transfer point.  I walked to the westbound stop.  There, sitting on top of the tissues and old newspapers that archaeologists will some day use to put together a wildly inaccurate history of 21st century bus riding, was the plastic casing.  I picked it up, ripped it open even farther, and pulled out the molding.

A battery fell into my palm.

Back to the place, a sincere apology to The Host for my earlier rudeness, another attempt to register the phone.  It failed at the activation.  I called them.  Steve, their automated help system, narrowly escaped another chewing out from me when some survival instinct in his robotic brain finally sent me over to a human named Patricia who helped me set up everything.

I am once agan connected.  Hooray.  Now I really wish that I had the money for alcohol and drunk-dialing.

Dec. 6th, 2008

I Love Spiritual Seeking...Not So Much With The Seekers.

Paul approached the stand today and said that he had a gig for me that night.  Fantastic, as I want to take advantage of a deal that RiteAid has on cell phones.  I hopped on the bus, spent some time in the same donut shop in which I wrote the "Water Signs" entry, and showed up at his gallery at the right time.  After an hour of my dithering around, speaking with a couple of nice people, and watching an entire group of annoyingly serene types chanting on the floor, Paul came to the realization that since this was a Krishna crowd (What gave it away?  Was it the proliferation of dhotis?  The shaved heads?  Or maybe the constant "Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare" chants?  I swear, I felt guilty wearing a leather jacket around this group), I might not get a lot of takers on the whole Tarot thing.  Instead, he handed me ten bucks and called a cab for my sorry psychic ass.

So instead of an interesting story, I give you Swedish guys in spacesuits playing awesome surf guitar.

Dec. 3rd, 2008

Not Much To Say

Some drama around the stand today, something involving a skateboard that didn't work, whether or not a person needed to pay, and whether or not someone who was a friend of one of the participants should be involved in the first place.  Threats were exchanged.  It all came to nothing but mockery and laughter on the part of the observers.

So instead of that, I give you Care Bears Slashfic.

Found on Snarkfest.  NSFW.

Oh, and also this, taken from nc_bookworm :

On the twelfth day of Christmas, venice_diaries sent to me...
Twelve foresthouses drumming
Eleven lyrainverses piping
Ten jessica_dwgs a-leaping
Nine weejie1s dancing
Eight violet_qs a-milking
Seven zeroaxis a-swimming
Six drunks a-panhandling
Five co-o-o-onspiracy theories
Four street entertainers
Three gang members
Two illegal narcotics
...and a buddhism in an alternate history.
Get your own Twelve Days:

I am really looking forward to the second day of Christmas.

Dec. 1st, 2008

Well, This Is Fun

The meme also got linked from a Newsweek blog on videogames.

Nov. 30th, 2008

HELLO....Hello....hello... ECHO...Echo...echo....

Three different people said that they were going to show up this weekend, and did not do so.  The first two (Nathan and Anna) have not contacted me back.  This is out of character for them, so I'm far more worried than I am annoyed.  The third is Chana.  She was supposed to show up Friday.  No show, but I knew that she had an important appointment, so I figured that the wheels of bureaucracy had ground more slowly than she'd expected.  Sunday is her usual day with her kids.  But I'm a bit confused as to why she didn't show up on Saturday.  The last time she took off for a weekend without warning me in advance, she broke it off with me the following Monday.  However, I'm watching my heart more closely this time around, so I'll be more disappointed than despairing if something similar happens tomorrow.

EDIT:  Got in touch with Anna, who read this entry.  Turns out that they didn't get my emails till late, and the phone that I called was the one that they don't usually run for.  I now have a new phone number for them, and I'm resting a bit more easily.
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Nov. 29th, 2008

Know How I Just Wasted My Time?

01. Answer each of the questions below the cut using the [Flickr] search engine.
02. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
03. Copy the URL of your favorite photos [here].
04. Then share with the world.

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