• personality defect test (link at bottom)

    May 4, 2005
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    surprisingly accurate in some things…and beautifully insulting. here’s mine (brni is a haughty intellectual and apparently a decent match for me…good to know).

    Starving Artist
    You are 28% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant.

    You are the Starving Artist! You are more intuitive than logical, and are primarily guided by your heart and emotions. You are also very introverted and gentle. Of course, this does not mean that you do not have an ego. In fact, you are surprisingly arrogant for someone so emotional and gentle. This is why you are best described as a starving artist. You are very introspective and quite sure of yourself, as any accomplished artist is, yet your views are impractical, emotional, and overly gentle. You probably find math, logic, and similar intellectual pursuits offensive to your artistic sensibilities, and you prefer the open-endedness of artistry because then you know you can never truly have a wrong answer. So really you have no reason to be arrogant, you big doofus, because the skills you value (emotion, spirit, art, etc.) in yourself are valuable only on a subjective level, meaning your arrogance is purely masturbatory. In short, your personality is defective because you are arrogant, introverted, introspective, gentle, and thoroughly irrational…posessing most of the traits needed to be a starving–and useless–artist. So get out there, write a few short stories that are allegories for the spirit, and starve!

    To put it less negatively:
    1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
    2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
    3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
    4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.

    Compatibility:
    Your exact opposite is the Capitalist Pig.
    Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Haughty Intellectual, the Televangelist and the Emo Kid.

    Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid

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  • living under the beef n beer (albuquerque, 1973)

    April 30, 2005
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    finding a decent place to live is a bit hard if you’re a single mom, full-time student and living on welfare.

    my son michael was 3 years old. the only place i found that i could afford to live was a 3 room apartment dug underground behind a beef and beer joint. basically, you walked down a dirt path to a door which led to a room with a drain in the center. i euphemistically called this the “mudroom.” a second door led to a kitchen-like area with the living area to the right. behind the living area was a large room i used as a bedroom for my son and i. the ceiling in there was tacked-up cardboard. whenever it rained, the place got flooded. i would have to go outside and hop on the roof (which was abt 3 ft above ground) and sweep the rain off as best i could to keep the flood-waters from getting too high. then i had to sweep the inside waters over to the drain in the mudroom. that drain should have tipped me off when i first saw it, but i was young, poor and inexperienced. i called the landlord and he asked, “what do you expect for $85 a month?”

    but my main problem was the mice. the critters lived in the space between the cardboard ceiling and the ground above. all night long, they’d scurry back and forth, as if they were running relay-races. every morning i’d have to take all the silverware and dishes out and wash off the droppings. i called the landlord and his only comment was to chuckle and hang up.

    in desperation, i bought some d-con rodent killer. i felt horrible about it, but my situation was extreme. on the package it said, the mice eat the stuff and then go to their homes and quietly die. well, it never quite occurred to me that this was their home and so we had mice staggering and dying all over the place. i was horrified at what i’d done. got rid of all the poison, but by then it was too late. the situation got worse.

    the mice apparently were keeping the termite population at bay. once the mice were gone, the termites had a fiesta. every morning i had to clean away the cones of sawdust from the furniture. then one day, while sitting on the couch with a friend, it started to literally rain engorged termites! my friend left never to return. i wanted to go with him. i called the landlord again, and he laughed harder and hung up.

    at some point, the termites got their population in check, but the critters weren’t finished with me yet. the breaking point came the day i found nests of black widows living in the boxframe of my son’s mattress. that was it!

    critters 3 / stupid white woman 0.

    the kid was shipped off to santa fe to stay with my parents while i searched for a less populated place to live.

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  • in passing…

    April 29, 2005
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    i was in a dead sleep.
    i opened my eyes and thought, that’s what it’s like being dead.
    nothing. no time. no past, present, future.
    no awareness or concept of awareness.
    for a brief moment, i understood nothingness.
    i told brni of my late night revelation and he said, “eww.”

    deep, huh?
    🙂

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  • ani & ed

    April 27, 2005
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    ani was all she’s cracked up to be…and more.

    ed hamell was great. i haven’t seen him since a little after our wedding (he was our wedding singer) and not at all since his accident. he looked good and seems to have fully recovered physically. it always surprises me that, this outrageous, loud, crazy man on stage is such a sweet person off stage. he has a soft handshake.

    the keswick is a great, human-scaled venue. they have intermission. and a bar. as you walk in, your are wrist-wrapped as a drinker (green)or non-drinker (orange). almost like being in a hospital where your wrist label tells anyone who’s interested what your dietary restrictions are. tables with information and wares were set up in the lobby. i bought a peace-fisted ani t-shirt and a HOT sticker for my car. i visited the anti-war and nicaragua booths and left laden with printed information. ed signed brni’s newly purchased cd.

    as you enter the auditorium, little old men and women unceremoniously take your ticket stub from your hand and then lead you to your seat. they do this for everyone. even if you try to slip around them. they are very spry.

    there are people in the world who don’t understand the difference between their living room and a theater. they talk loudly through the entire performance with a running commentary on the lights, the chairs, this song or what they did yesterday and how they felt about it. brni had to ask one group to hold it down during ed’s performance. then when ani came on, another man behind me started up. he got so loud (and boring) that the woman next to me and i both turned and glared at the same time. his eyes got wide and he shut up. for about 10 minutes. he was young and stupid and has obviously never been taught the meaning of the words, “shut the fuck up.” i was about to impart this knowledge to him, but then thought better of it. ani was too good to put my energies in that direction.

    i saw my girlfriend-in-law kate, laura from work and some people from the gryphon. it’s been a long time since i’ve been to a concert where i saw people i recognized. it was a good night out.

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  • unremarkably normal

    April 19, 2005
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    so, i’m almost finished with the doctors.

    doctors do very little for you nowadays. they have a nurse fetch your vitals for them; outside clinics, centers and/or hospitals take the tests and lab technicians read and analyze them. the doctor then has a nurse call you to read off the reports to you and then browbeat you into making another appointment with the doctor. ‘scuse me? what doctor? where? o, you mean that guy who walked in, read to me what you wrote in my chart (and already told me)? ah. that doctor.

    anyway, almost two weeks before the echocardiogram and less than a week after the library turned the heat off in the building, all my symptoms disappeared. hmmm.

    now i have a theory. the library has the most ridiculous hvac system this side of the mississippi. the heat is turned on in october and turned off in april. during that period of time it pumps out super heated air through the vents around the flourescent light fixtures in the ceiling. along with that comes all sorts of debris that is trapped up in that ceiling too. there are no thermostats. well, there are but they don’t work. they aren’t connected to anything. they are vestigal thermostats from the old system that they replaced in 89. last summer, my department was moved from a spacious room with lots of windows to a small corner blocked off by 3 brick walls, shelving and no windows. it’s a dead zone with no air circulation at all. i’ve been running a fan all winter so as not to pass out from the heat. so, my theory is that my symptoms were a combination of environmental stress along with the emotional crap that we all deal with everyday.

    the doctor’s nurse called me and said, your labs are back. no lyme disease. all the stuff in my blood is normal. my cholesterol is a tad high. the hdl is whooping 103 (extremely good) but the ldl is a bit high (177). my thyroid is what this particular lab calls “normal.” apparently, the labs are the ones who decide what is normal, so normal varies from lab to lab. hmmm. from what i’ve read up on, my thyroid is sluggish. but, since this particular lab says it’s normal, it will be ignored for now. sigh.

    and the xray tech said my chest is unremarkable.

    so i tell the nurse my theory. she doesn’t listen. she says to go get the echocardiogram anyway. i ask why since my symptoms are gone and she asks, “how old are you? well, you’re due for one.” huh? since when are people DUE for echocardiograms? everybody wants a friggin baseline.

    and then, after the echo, make an appt with the doctor for a complete physical exam. um, thought i just had one. apparently not. what more can there be? he’s looked at my heart, my lungs, my blood, he’s dosed me with xrays and soundwaves. he’s left me with 5 horrible sores on my chest and sides from the adhesive of the electrodes that they stuck to me for the 24 monitor.

    AND EVERYTHING IS NORMAL AND MY SYMPTOMS ARE GONE.

    they think they’ll do more tests.
    no, they won’t.
    they think they’ll put me on statins for a slightly elevated ldl reading when my hdl is off the charts.
    no, they won’t.
    they won’t treat my sluggish thyroid.
    i guess i’ll have to figure that one out myself….kelp anyone? daily shoulder stands?

    whatever happened to doctors who could examine you and figure out if you were sick or well?
    brni says lawyers happened.

    i think i’ll boil some dried nettles and oatstraw and go stand on my head for awhile.

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  • my unitarian name a la juliet?

    April 9, 2005
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    My Unitarian
    Jihad Name
    is: Sister/Brother Cattle Prod of Reasoned Discussion.

    Get yours.

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