Banal views on everything.
Listen I get it. You don’t like me, I don’t like you. We are for sure different. You like killing ants with a magnifying glass, I like leaving them a sugar trail. You like spoiling the end of movies, I like having friends.
Regardless up untill now I’ve ignored our differences. That was UNTIL you put this sign up in the employee eatting area.
I hope you realize who you are up against.
So far this summer i have a lost a close friend, quit most of my 11 jobs, got a full time job, had a guy shot to death in front of my house, and finished the book I am working on.
There have been a lot of ups and downs.
All of it has me thinking about how best I can make the most of my time. Should I make promises to start blogging every day, making a funny video every week, or finishing all those projects that I have started? Probably not.
what do you want out of this blog besides stories from my life?
I’ve been working with the Chicago Park district and having a pretty great summer because of it.
I mean who doesn’t want a job where daily chores include water coloring and chalk on side walks?
No. One.
At first I have to admit that there was some reservation on my end about what exactly I would be doing. But when realized it would be just be doing arts and reading and nature! I figured that getting paid to make kites rules.
My favorite memory will be having them coloring pictures of Lincoln and have them for the most park color him black. It is right out of Philip Dawkins’ play,”homosexuals”. I thought it was funny then. The fact that it’s true= funnier.
Why do you think that is ? I think they believe that if you helped end slavery you have to be black. No white person would want to end it. It led to some very interesting conversations and questions.
” would you own slaves if you could Ms. Cynthia?”
” what do you mean if I could?”
“like if it wasn’t all illegal, would you?”
” would you ?”
” I can’t have slaves! I’m black! You gotta be white. “
Hence the black Lincolns.
The below kids were amazing.
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But this picture describes how the summer is been so far –dark with
glimmers of sunshine.
I promise more regular contact in the future.
It is summer after all!
Storm battered windows .
Sofa pulled close and tea nearby.
Sleep, nap, and reflect.
Grass for laying, dock for sitting,
sun for laying underneath.
For books and bugs,
water lapping at the sides.
This is all I ask.
So I have been at Stroger hospital recently.(3 times in the last 3 months)
Having some moles that have gotten uppity, removed. It took a referral from my clinic and an appointment with an intern to set up a surgery date, surgery , and stitches removal. a shit-ton of people for a little ol mole.
Needless to say I’ve gotten a pretty good feel of the workings of this place . The people are nice. I must be a bit of relief for them needing only a little care and not life necessary attention.
As I get older and continue to be uninsured, I wonder how I have been so lucky as to not need extensive medical care for anything? I mean minus the tooth of 2003.But even as I type this, I know that a real disaster could be lurking around my uninsured corner.
I am currently battling the attitude of my youth; the I- don’t- wear- a- helmet -brush- my- teeth- three- times- a- day- use- soap, without having to pay the price for that stupidity out my own pocket.
If only I wasn’t so stubborn. and well, stupid.
The heroine of my upcoming book with Gwynne Johnson. Get excited this is awesome.
The story and sets turned out great. I can’t wait to let you know where to find it in stores.
This year has been amazing.
I have done and seen so much. I can only hope that this is the beginning of a streak of awesome. There are no pictures to mark this occasion. As there are rarely pictures when something important happens. Just know that there was food and drink, many well wishes and of course music.
” Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out. “- Havel. I know that quote is a little ominous but i think that it is fitting for what I hope the following year will be like.
To new adventures.
After spending all day jumping around downtown as part of Earth Day with Redmoon by body hurts like no other. I crashed when I got home and woke up 20 years older.
take a look at the these pictures and it will give you an idea of what we were doing.
crazy, I know.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!!
http://www.gapingvoid.com/
I was just starting to figure out this thing called my life and then all this shit happened! Will someone please answer me the following:
why now?
why obama?
is this the great depression part 2?
are we going to have to go to war again to save us again?
can we go to war without blowing each other to bits?
how am i going to get this stimulus check if everyone pays me as a contractor?
i’m not am i?
why dont I get my $400?
I deserve that dont I?
Why did you fire my father?
how are my parents going to survive this blow?
how will they pay their mortgage?
does this mean my siblings are finally going to get off their asses and get a job after years of free loading?
how will I get a real job after freelancing for the last 5 years?
arent you looking for work?
if I cant get a job, and I have no money, and I cant pay rent, what will happen to me then?
will my boyfriend kick me out of the apartment ?
how can I get free or should I say cheap dog health care?
should I really spend all that money on makeup ?
how come I owed the government money this year?
how come?
Ok. Don’t tell anyone but I don’t think I have a job next year.
I don’t think anyone has a job next year .
Since I have not been home for the holiday of Easter for going on 10 years now, and have for the most part stopped going to masses of any kind, on this the most holy of christian holidays, I have taken up Feaster.
Feaster is the holiday of eating and welcoming the thaw. Thaw is something that Chicagoans welcome unlike any other. Its that first day you don’t have to wear a scarf, hat, and gloves. Or better yet the sun is out for over an hour.
Feaster was started by my now Bostonian friend, Carrie Van Horn. It involves sitting around a table and eating food brought by others, dying eggs, and blowing up peeps.
Yes we blow up marshmallow peeps.
Deal with it.
They are best blown up by sticking toothpicks in their sides to see which one will stab the other first during the blowing up process. This year I forgot the peeps but since I live near a park added in a egg hunt.
Our hunt didn’t really look like this. Instead of little kids , there was just us, 6 hipsters (thats right i called us hipsters)and a dog. and instead of all those eggs and green grass there was mud and trash. Nevertheless we had fun. We saw some kids but decided we didn’t want to deal with them. I should say I decided I didn’t want to deal with them, everyone else in fact did. We lost one egg to a stray family who happened upon one. The other 28 were consumed by Tess when I left them on the table. The winner of the prize egg got a recipe book and everyone else got some street art.
None the less I declared Feaster a success. Feel free to copy and repeat next year.
Its because of moments like these:
-sitting in an airport terminal trapped with no food choices and $3 bottles of water.
-for mini breakdowns that happen when flights get fucked up because of weather. those breakdowns being mine and usually involving cussing.
-for early wake ups when there could have been leisurely mornings.
- not being able to smoke and drink in the same place.
- wanting to punch whoever thought this was a good idea. what do you ask was the idea? exactly.
Now you tell me…..
Who really goes to the gas station to make sure they have enough hair?
I mean even IF you have a weave, you really think that the local Citgo is the place you should be buying it?
Not this girl.
NOT this weave.
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