the laws of efficiency

can't sleep

2010-09-05T05:11:00.001-07:00

not sure why i'm writing in this.

i've been awake for 2 hours already.

s&t are in england. i miss them.
mr. hurricane is in ukraine. i miss him.
j's here though. that's really nice. looking forward to more of that.

moving in feb. looking forward to that. feel like things are on hold til that happens.

and i might want a cat.

NUDE GATHERING

2010-04-04T11:51:00.001-07:00

how cool is this? massive nude gathering in australia for photo shoot as part of sydney's gay and lesbian mardi gras last month...

PAINTER OF BODIES

2010-04-04T11:17:00.000-07:00

check this out. this artist poses humans, paints them, then photographs. really cool mix of media!
link: http://www.poppysebire.com/artists/Boo_Ritson.htm

tweedle dee tweedle dum

2010-02-17T10:17:00.000-08:00

i won't ever use a picture of me and my significant other as my profile photo. for anything. including facebook.

it's not because i'm not extremely proud of who my boyfriend is, and how handsome he is. it's just that those that DO use couple photos for their profile photos are literally defining themselves with regards to who they're with.

and i think blu would agree when i say people should be stable, and proud, and individual, on their own.

perhaps i'm reading too much into those photos. but something about them deeply bugs me.

cave of wonders

2010-02-05T19:25:00.001-08:00

new massive attack album - excellent. will be purchased upon release

2010-02-05T09:11:00.000-08:00

caffeine-free

2010-02-01T11:45:00.000-08:00

i'm going to quit caffeine. not cold-turkey, of course.
but, i think i'd like to stop drinking sugary viso every day just for a little extra energy. and i hate coffee. won't drink fake-sugar...

so...gonna stick with the gym, and hope the healthy food i'm eating gives me energy at the required 2:30pm slump in the day.

wish me luck.

hot my cocoa

2010-02-01T11:41:00.000-08:00

what is it about hot cocoa, when you drink too big a drink, that wasn't properly cooled... and it's so SLLLLOOOOOOOWWWWW going down your throat, and hot and panicky? it's much worse than coffee.... i don't think i'm gonna do that again...

patience, young grasshopper, patience.

-r

to do

2010-01-11T14:07:00.000-08:00

drink more water
buy more music
eat fewer chocolates and more fruit

momentary lapse of reason

2010-01-11T12:57:00.000-08:00

NOBODY at work wants me to be able to listen to my floyd. nobody.

a momentary lapse of reason should be listened to all the way through. with as few interruptions as possible. and i can't seem to do that right now.

and it's bugging me.

can they put chiro appts in a pill? i want more

2010-01-08T10:25:00.000-08:00

had my very first chiropractic appointment this morning.

and i'm hooked.

he actually said he didn't wanna see me back. cause, i had pain in my neck. and he cracked it. and the pain is gone. and he taught me about spines. and how my short right arm affects mine (i have slight slight scoliosis, spine curves to right, to compensate for shorter arm) and he showed me how to hold my head right. and how to sit correctly (which i already do... got a gold star for that one) and how to stretch my neck, and how to use the right pillow for each back and side sleeping, and he was older, professional, clean, with an earring. very hip dude.
but not a washed up, dried out, old hippie. :)

very knowledgeable... loved it.

i kinda wanna injure my neck again just to go back.

it was THAT good.

dreamland on titanic

2010-01-03T12:04:00.000-08:00

so... had a dream last night that Blu and i were part of the hosting party of this huge cruise ship... and someone discovered a bomb (pretty sure this comes from my fifth element obsession)... and i have to find blu to make sure he's safe. so i go searching. meanwhile, they're serving pizza on the top deck... with wedding cake. so i go steal some pieces of each for blu, hide em so no one else eats em, then continue the search.

the ship morphs into an amusement park, where there's a haunted house section, of scarecrows in the corn, and cows in the hay. and they jump out at you. so i'm looking for blu, and i see him on the back porch, so i go through the house, and he's in the haystack by the time i reach him, and he's jumping up and down on a trampoline tightrope thingy.

and he sprains his ankle. so i bring him some pizza. and he's happy.

the end.

excellent new portland singer songwriter laura veirs

2009-12-29T09:45:00.001-08:00

everyone should listen to this album all the way through. Blu and i saw her perform as an opener to blind pilot. very very good.

what is christmas to you?

2009-12-14T20:33:00.000-08:00

christmas is all 6 senses.

colored lights and red candles
floaty music and kind words
hugs and snuggles
sourdough cherry rose rolls and champagne
cinnamon and perfume
internal bliss

and kisses.

lots of hershey's kisses.

new puter

2009-12-09T19:02:00.001-08:00

so... for the last 3-4 weeks, my home laptop has been buh-roken. yup. just wouldn't boot. i used my infinite IT knowledge to troubleshoot what i knew... which, honestly, was quite a bit. then, took it to work. so our official company IT guy, who, rocks, by the way, could look at it. no go.
either the power supply or motherboard. apparently.
so. i got a new one. now i have to re-install my software.

will take me a while. mostly, what i've missed is typing emails and blogs on a full keyboard. been using my phone g-keys and sneaking time at work... and it hasn't been effective enough...

sooo.... i'm back. ok. gotta go re-install some shit.

brb

space travel savings account

2009-12-08T15:18:00.000-08:00

been a while since last blog entry.

apologies. i've been so happy lately i got carried away and forgot to keep digitally in touch. :)

saw this. now i've started a space travel savings account:

rock band singer!

2009-11-27T18:38:00.000-08:00

that's right. who got 99% on 3 songs in a row singing for rock band?

i did!

Rest in Peace Morpheus

2009-11-25T12:12:00.000-08:00

this is a pic of my new (second) fish...

my first fish, morpheus "mo" fishser, died between noon and 2pm yesterday.

i took his fungusy body, in its fungusy tank, back to the pet store. and pleaded for help. the nice, kind man at the fish counter... we'll call him trent... cause he looked like a trent, trent took the bowl from me, said he would take care of mo. and for me to go pick out another one.

i was tempted to think i failed at my first pet experience, but mo had that fungus on one fin when i bought him. and when i saw the fungus had spread to more fins, took him in for fungus drops. administered them as i should, and it still got worse... so now i'm tempted to tell myself i did everything i could...

either way, i think trent sent mo to a fish amusement park, and right now, he's riding the water slide. :)

so, trent disinfected the tank, the rocks, cleaned the live plants, and put everything back with fresh warm water. and my new fish... my small, dark, and handsome, ladies' manfish... seemed italian to me... so his name is giovanni. gio for short.

and he's happy. he swims a lot. he's smaller than morpehus, but he's got a fan fin, which makes him very easy to look at. :) but he's a little harder to find in the bowl.

holly days

2009-11-22T19:23:00.000-08:00

i am really really looking forward to thanksgiving with my brother.

cody and i will grill steak and foil-wrapped potatoes. and i'll bring a pie. and he'll play the piano. and i'll play with the kitty catties.

and we'll relax and drink whiskey. :)

"private" blogs

2009-11-19T12:15:00.000-08:00

this blog... is not private. you read it. yes you. and i write it. and while it's intention isn't to be a journal, i sometimes feel like writing personal things here. but then you come along and read it. and i guess i have too many of you reading it to feel totally comfortable writing what i want sometimes. because it's public. and vulnerable.

and then i think... ok. i'll get a journal. but i don't think i'd write in it that often. and the things i would write, well i'd rather tell to one or two close friends.

so yeah.

that's all i have to say about that.

-p

p.s. trish says hi.

here fishy fishy fishy fishy

2009-11-17T07:46:00.000-08:00

i now have a pet! that's right. i am officially a pet owner. he's a beautiful red betta fish. morpheus (but i call him mo for short... he likes it). and he lives in a fish bowl with real live plants. 3 kinds. he sleeps on the leaves.

and he loves to eat. and swim.

and... well. we haven't really had time to bond yet, so i don't know about his family or what music he likes...

but i will soon.

over the rhine

2009-11-14T13:36:00.000-08:00

last night was awesome. met up with Blu and mr. hurricane. and got to meet mr. hurricane's sister. very cool. then went to doug fir. saw over the rhine. great show. she played ohio, my favorite of theirs. i missed my big sister and i cried.

after the show, went upstairs doug fir to have a few drinks to sober up. hah. 2am, 3drunk people stumbling to an office couch. ended up home at 7am. woke up 10:30. am now on couch, on phone keypad. hungover. nauseous. tired. awaiting little sister's arrival.

over and out.

pure creation

2009-11-12T20:46:00.000-08:00

so my brother creates music. GOOD music. he recently put together his own mobile recording studio. he took it to the music hall on campus to use the grand piano, and he played pieces he wrote.

then he sang "tomorrow" from annie while he played the piano part behind it. and it was SOOOO good. he has a great voice, nice tone, with fantastic control. really really impressive.

i'm so proud of him.

to be able to create, to have found a way to record it, and to have wanted to share it with me. and he did.

i have them. and i listen to them. and i love them. and i love him. :)

so happy.

take-out

2009-11-11T21:55:00.000-08:00

i got on the bus after work tonight. really hungry. and i put a dollar coin in the change-o-meter and a bill in the bill-eater. and the driver mumbles something about a dollare fifty. and i said, "it was a dollare coin" he mumbles something about "can't see...mumble...cough... go ahead."

i'm sorry, did he just give me permission to sit and ride for the ride i paid for, after accusing me of coming up short?

then. as i sit down. i recognize a smell. my stomach actually twisted in pain. burger king. trust me. not mcdonalds or carl's junior. i haven't eaten any of those in years, but i've definitely done my time. and it was burger king.

how rude! someone bringing food with those kinds of smell units on the rush-hour, starving people, on-the-way-home-bus...

then i realized if that was as bad as my day got, i was doing pretty good.

:)

girlfriend shopping on the bus

2009-11-10T18:12:00.000-08:00

i felt a bit like a commodity this morning. i got on the bus to go to work, sat by the window in an empty 2-seat... as had about 12 other women. yeah. at a glance, i'm pretty sure they were all women.

so picture the bus, 2 seats on each side of the aisles, with all the window seats filled by stunningly beautifully glamorous women like me. ;)

next stop.

a very tall, long-haired man in a red jacket gets on. a dirty jacket. a dirty man. unshaven, hair a bit dreddy.
he pays. bus starts moving. he slowly but surely roams towards us. all of us. no sense of urgency usually seen in someone trying to plant their ass in a seat before the bus gets going too quickly to maneuver on foot...

walks slowly up the aisle. sizing us up. at this point, i'm reading, so my peripheral is all i've got to work with. but it's sufficient... sufficient enough to see that he's checking us all out. perhaps the one he sits by today will accept his odd overtures of love at first sight, by returning a comment in response to his mention of the cereal he just ate.

her hair's too big. she's shallow.
her coat looks like something from goodwill. she's cheap.
and he gets to me. and i'm SURE he's going to choose me. all cuted up in my white knit hat, blue scarf, red gloves, black jacket and homemade scrabble earrings, intently reading, proving i'm literate.

and he passes me by! and for a second, i don't know if i'm relieved or insulted.

i decide neither.

22 seconds later, he comes back up the aisle to sit in the front. guess none of us were good enough to be his bus girlfriend.

hmm... i think the book about autism that i'm reading is jading my perception... or my perception. can't figure out which one...

sneaker toss 101

2009-11-08T22:00:00.000-08:00

ok. take an old pair of sneakers. tie the two laces together. stand back, hand them to your friend Blu, announce that a bottle of tequilla rides on his ability to succeed. and watch him silently ponder and calculate for 10.3 seconds, then witness, as the sneakers catapult through the air, poetically swinging towards the power line, catching, heading towards each other, tangling, and settling, happily, around the line.

first try.

that's right.

that's skill.

all 3 of us were impressed.

and we will smile whenever we drive under them.

shoes batch!

2009-11-05T21:29:00.000-08:00

bringing back a classic... i so love this.

dream # 9,543

2009-11-05T06:09:00.000-08:00

just woke up from a very real, yet surreal dream.

high school reunion. 10-yr (which i skipped in real life... probably for the reasons i'll mention below)..

gym. with bleachers. no music, booze or schmoozing.

gym. with bleachers. and teachers. and classmates. but i can't find my friends. we're all sitting around the bleachers with random articles. some girls have.... wow. just occured to me. there were no boys. except the teachers. ok. bizarre. anyway, some girls have barbies, some have scarves. one girl has ratty tennis shoes, that belong in a sneaker toss.

and flande. female gym teacher built like a german brick. flande says ok. what are we gonna do? and NO ONE has ideas. so we all start talking. and we're taking a localized poll (in my bleachers) of who's still 29, and who's 30. so, nerd that i am, i suggest that we all go down to the gym floor, and divide everyone in half. north end is 29 or younger. south end is 30 or older. sure... mumble mumble. flande hears, and announces that's what we're doing.

so on the way down the bleachers, i get met by mr. phelps (what did he teach, anyway? geography, driver's ed, politics?) he comes down, huge grin, and gets on my side of the line (29 and younger) and hands me a pink ribbon, that has printed on it: "for completion of high-octane physics course" yeah. that look on your face. the confused amused look, i had that on in my dream. so then this other teacher, short, squirmy, kinda skeezy, comes over and gives me a big hug. a tight hug. a groping hug. i don't even know this guy. and he says "oh! so good to see you! been so long!" so i squirm free, smile politely, and say i'm wanted near the middle of the gym.

i get there. and there's me, flande, my sister liz (who graduated 2 years before me), and 9 other girls. the misfits, nerds, etc. everyone else had decided they had more important things to do than this... which, granted. it was a dumb activity. but we coulda made it fun. we could've lined up in the shape of a penis and taken an aerial shot. haha.

anyway, liz and i decide it's time to bail, so we go get in my car. but she's in the passenger seat, and i'm in the backseat (situating my physics ribbon, given to me by my driver's ed teacher, so proudly in my back window), and the car starts. and liz thinks it's a brilliant idea to put it in drive. while no-one's in the driver's seat!

we rear-end someone.

but only after liz spending 32 seconds giggling and steering, half-assed, i might add, and 32 seconds of me, head first, down by the petals, ass over the shoulders of the seat, feet kicking wildly, bumping my newly displayed ribbon of imaginary skills.

so we get out of the car, and all of a sudden, there's a traffic cop. female, short, orange-hair. riding one of those hover-scooter thingies that marvin the martian's planet-dweller's rides (which, i suppose, would make them martians?)

and she tells us that don't we know that cars are illegal?

and hands us two overhead sheets. clear plastic sheets which, let's face it, are NOT going to cover our asses. and we're supposed to sit on this, feet forward, and SCOOT along the ground. crazy bitch.

but we do it. and we go FAST! i got mine up to 40 miles an hour (put grease on the bottom... lard, cause i saw them adding water to lard fires on mythbusters last night... and lard is powerful). so i larded mine up, but when i got to my destination, which was a job interview, next door to a hospital, where the overhead superhighway ended, i got up, and the sheet of plastic had morphed (no doubt due to the friction of riding it so fast) into a tiny little golden reeces pb cup wrapper. which, honestly, seriously. i don't know how my butt stayed on it.

and i got to the interview and walked into the office, and then my real-life house heater kicked on, making it a little too uncomfortable in my room to remain sleeping.

i'm gonna have to close that vent a little more. i can't have something as benign a heat interrupting these massively entertaining dreams i have.

;)

musique nouveau

2009-11-04T21:39:00.000-08:00

my favorite music right now....brought to you in part by my friends and family and npr's all songs considered podcast...even though i can't STAND Bob's voice...

grant lee phillips
josh pyke
mogwai
pete and the pirates
the bird and the bee
fleet foxes
presets
and of course... metric.

and whatever happens to be playing in my head upon waking... which, this morning, was "she works hard for the money"

do with that what you will.

captain crunch and nerds

2009-10-30T15:18:00.000-07:00

i think it can safely be assumed that one is over the swine flu when one begins craving food again. like french toast and captain crunch.

and why do nerds taste better out of the box, than gobbled up from one's hand?

meanie

2009-10-24T12:16:00.000-07:00

to the mean, mean, thoughtless meanie who knocked my driver's side rearview mirror off my car, so it could dangle by the electric cord last night,

the one day i park on the street to let my folks have the driveway, i leave my car at the mercy of the cars and bikes. and i have a cold. a nasty drippy nose, headachey, sinusy, coughy, nauseous head cold. and now i have to calmly remind myself that good people do live in portland... along with people like you. and now my brother has to superglue it back onto my car, because when you knocked it off, you sheared off the screws and broke the plastic pieces. so it seems like superglue and uuber bond are the only things i have at my disposal.

however, i thank you for hitting it only hard enough to dislodge it and not to crack the outer hull or the mirror itself. and thank you for not getting so close to my car to pop a light or a tire.

i honestly hope the same thing doesn't happen to you.

cause it sucks.

sincerely,
a very kind, undeserving-of-evilness, sickey mcghee

cat fight

2009-10-22T16:46:00.001-07:00

i laughed out loud at this... :)

google search

2009-10-20T16:20:00.000-07:00

just for the fun of it... type in the first two words of a question into the google search box.

and pause...

the more vague the better...

it'll fill in suggestions... like...

why do...
"dogs eat poop"
"men have nipples"

entertainment. cheap cheap entertainment.

:)

i heart "free stuff" on craigslist

2009-10-18T15:07:00.000-07:00

that's right! i got rid of my couch!

my dog-hair-covered, cushions-ripping-off-the-back, dog-wouldn't-even-sit-on-it-anymore sofa.

haha.

posted it on craigslist in the free section, with honest pictures and a warning that it could use a good cleaning, some patches/sewing, and a good de-louser...and someone came and took it!

haha. i love it. i don't have it anymore. and someone got something for free. i love craigslist.

i think this calls for a martini...

"dead. d..e..d. dead"

2009-10-18T09:33:00.000-07:00

i went to my own funeral in a dream i had once. we all stood around my grave. but no-one was crying. you think that has something to do with why i don't fear death? or was it a manifestation of my non-fear? or am i just uneducated in or unexposed to it?

it doesn't bother me that i don't fear dying. it just makes me curious that there's something i'm missing, since most people do. although i suppose it's not something i'm in a hurry to remedy. i'm quite happy where i am.

if that's not my greatest fear, what is?

inspiration

2009-10-16T20:28:00.001-07:00

well well well. here we are again. and yes, i use "we" as in, the royal "we"...

i have neglected my duties as blogger... much to the dismay of my dedicated audience. but recently, a friend's blog (Blu's) has inspired me to continue the effort... as self-serving and self-gratifying as it seems to me...

at any rate... expect more posts soon. this will be my new year's resolution. to post something EVERY day. then, when January 1st rolls around, i won't have anything i actually have to do... it'll be done!

haha. i'm so clever.

ok. more later.

-p

occupied

2009-03-17T08:56:00.000-07:00

oops. guess i'm happier now. cause i haven't posted to this in a LONG while.

no therapy necessary. maybe i'll start turning this into the material fabrication of a physical bridge between me and the millions of fans i have, that watch me on my personal tv channel all day long.

:)

anyone order any crazy?

contours

2009-02-22T08:28:00.000-08:00

i'm feeling more and more like the contours of my soul are becoming more visible to me, like the contours of my face newly without glasses.

and i like what i'm seeing.

and i have to be honest. i stole the "contours of my soul" from a friend... i just loved it so much.

rien

2009-02-19T07:20:00.000-08:00

i have nothing to say. just needed to burn a few minutes while i sit at home, with the "upbeat" playlist on, drinking sugar-free vanilla-flavored coffee. waiting for the clock to catch up. looking at all the boxes and furniture in the living room, huddled in the corner. waiting for its new home. it's all very exciting.

i feel a big change coming.

more than moving.
more than decorating a new home.
more than spring approaching.
more than new roommates.
more than same ol', same ol'.

like someone's going to ask me to sing for their band, and i'll sell all the shit i own, and tour with them.

and millions of men will wish they were mine.

i think i need a boyfriend.

:)

french makeup

2009-02-16T19:07:00.000-08:00

i like to put my makeup on in the morning while listening to french cafe music.

as long as i'm careful enough that the dancing doesn't get dangerously close to inciting an eye-liner-pencil-in-the-eyeball injury, which almost happened this morning.

Drifter

2009-02-05T04:42:00.000-08:00

there's a drifter in my head.

a disheveled homeless man. surprisingly, not smelly.

sitting in the aisle of my mid-consciousness.

scanning the ground, repeating "where'd i put my book?"

he doesn't serve any allegorical or allusive purpose.

maybe he just needed a place to stay tonight.

blindness

2009-01-23T17:16:00.000-08:00

i had lasik today. and i can see now; everything is the same caliber of hazy. like i'm looking through a sheer white fabric. and my eyes are a little tender, sore, and irritated. like i have one stubborn grain of sand under each lid. hot sand.

this is fine. but what was frightening was the first step of the procedure. they apply a glass plate (with considerable pressure) to the eye. and you lose your sight. things go black, and shady and slow. and that was terrifying. what did i think i was doing? screwing with my eyes? that's like messing with time-space. you just don't do it.

but turns out it was ok. they knew what they were doing, and the velvet-voiced surgeon was very skilled.

i'm glad. i'd do it again. but maybe with more than 1 valium.

outerspacemen

2009-01-18T16:32:00.000-08:00

how stupid and petty do we look from the outside?

imagine. any other species out there encounters us and observes. one human goes out of their way to make another angry or frustrated. one human takes something from another... steals. for no reason.

we're so petty.

i'm going to start a mental utopia. and people that act in ways that would seem strange or unbelievable to another species will not be allowed in.

and we'll have great music, and a strobe light, and farscape.

perhaps i'm watching too much of the latter.

reason #387

2009-01-17T09:06:00.000-08:00

he drives like air is a threat. that space between his front bumper and the rear bumper of the car in front. it's the worst enemy ever conceived. it mush be eradicated. hurry. get there. yeah, now slam on the breaks. wait, it's reconstructing itself out of nowhere! get there, hurry, squish it! oh my god, there's a bigger space on the right, and that car doesn't even care about squishing it. go, get it. help him. hurry.

he doesn't create a ballet, like an efficient driver, gracefully weaving in and out of traffic in a safe, superior way; he offends space and time. his style is an abberation; jolting, dangerous, and comical.

they say OCD is favoring the application of irrational habits and needs at the cost of efficiency and reason.

mission

2009-01-09T17:01:00.000-08:00

i'm writing this with the FULL anticipation that no-one i know will ever read this.

if they do, i fear i will be alienating a great portion of the people i know... all in the name of comedy.