wondering what happened to the boards?

I just had to tell ya'll what happened to me today.

I came home from a wonderful shopping trip. Sexy underwear, a new dress, and some shoes. It was fun gadding about town all by myself.

It is very hot here lately, so I went to go check on my bunny. Change the water, put cold water on a towel that I cover half the cage with. I step outside...and there's a cornacopia of wildlife ten feet in front of me! Four large turkeys, six baby turkeys, one doe, and one fawn. All eating my garden. I just said "Oh my." and stood there and watched them. They dispersed slowly when they saw me.

And I live in the city limits. People give me a hard time about being a "city girl."

We have a doe and three, yes three, fawns bedding down about 50 feet up our hill. They are cute.

nothing happened to the boards.

i fucked up and erased the new messages log. and haven't backed it up since Tuesday, July 20, 1999 - 01:37 pm.

none of the messages were erased, just the little thing that checks for new messages. this is such a complicated world.


i fell down the stairs today at 7:00 in the morning at the canal street/chinatown N/R station. suddenly the steps became really narrow and mildewy and wet, and at the same time i was distracted by the site at the bottom of the steps of a filthy, abandoned baby carriage. i almost broke my ass, scratched the hell out of my right hand, and bruised the crap out of my ribs. oh my god, how can someone as good and pure as i endure such hardship?

the baby carriage reminded me of a friend from college who planned a trip to europe, and talked about it for months in advance announcing to all that this trip would change his life. he made the trip, and came back convinced that his life had been changed. that this was it. nothing would ever be the same. i'm not sure what he had in mind, but he seemed like the exact same tiny fuck he'd always been.

after he got back he told only 2 stories. the second one i can not recall right now, but the first one was of a woman in a subway station in vienna holding a plastic doll to her breast and singing to it like it was alive.

i never believe it when someone tells me their life has been changed, or that something about their life is just fan-fucking-tastic, or that anyone anywhere gives a crap about any goddam thing. i never did anyway, but this individual has always been my case in point.

i am trying to save money for a second piano, a petrof P131 55" console thriller, but don't think i will make it to $13,000 cash by december with credit card and student loan debt as it is right now and probably always will be, forever and ever, amen. That's $8,000 for the piano (it will be on sale in December) and $5,000 for everything else. never mind what "everything else" is. i've been buying piano music by the buttload the past few weeks.

and speaking of which, i'm still annoyed at losing my samuel barber piano concerto/symphony #1 john browning/leonard slatkin cd. it's not really lost, it was misplaced into one of my CD boxes, no idea which one, but when i placed it into that box it was because i could not find the correct box and i was as drunk then as now and i knowingly said "i'll just put this one in here right now and remember where i put it later."

well all right, then. i have "seven steps to heaven" on the cd player and, we must assume, other things to be doing with my precious time on this earth. i got to work several hours early today, and this afternoon there passed over my person several non-refundable hours of life, all of which i squandered.

just sitting here being the happiest girl in the world. you heard me... WORLD. you're all beautiful. BEAUTIFUL.

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oooooo, mark! damn the distracting baby pram!


I'm still sick (if anyone cares). And me and the boy had a big fight last night (my birthday is tomorrow) and we're not speaking.

yay birthday.

yay me.

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relieved to hear on the news that JFK Jr. was killed by air pollution, not by poor judgement or pilot error. We have only ourselves to blame.

Relieved that mark is not seriously injured. There's nothing quite like a bruised rib or two to remind you that you're alive... every time you draw breath.

I am glad that mark is o.k,but if you still hurt,you should get a x-ray.

choking back my rising gorge.
i am bored and feeling thoroughly vile at work. this is an open invitation for email harassment. please write me.

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I hate waiting, and I'm waiting for Thursday. That is a long wait. My bags are packed, house is semi-clean (it's never really clean), and I'm jumping out of my skin with anticipation.

Backfilled on the retaining wall a bit.

Mark, you are so dead on about people that go on and on about how they've "changed." I know a lady that basically traded phsychosis, and she interpreted that as a "big change."

just got back from work. Rained off and on today. So we stayed in for most of the day. I spent much of it tracking down discrepencies in the site files and reorganizing each file so that they all contained the same order of information classes. Not exactlt thrilling. Saw my first M1 tank today. Those things are BIG. I have to fart out an abstract for a paper i wandered into giving at a conference in October. Funny how that happens.

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taking fucking vacation...
syrup works much better than vinegar

Thanks so much to J., Waffles, I believe FB (guessing based on email address looking like it might come from a medical institution) and of course the Swine for making my crappy day a little less crappy.

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listening to Mojo singing "She put a louisiana liplock on my love pork chop" and grinning.

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did someone say syrup?

still alive.

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hoping the wheat (flour) and the corn(syrup) in these preztles didn't suffer an immoral and painful death in order to make these wonderful preztles......

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Glad to see Crimsom is still here why aren,t you posting?I just want to say to the person who posted about sending $ or lewd e-mail that I can wrap my legs around my neck,think about it.HE he

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You are evil. So are all people who kill innocent plants for food. Die.

I decided to cash a 19-year-old savings certificate today in order to help pay for this coming simester at college. Its origional worth was $100 but it's matured 7 times, so it should be worth considerably more than that. It was set up by my mother in Havre, MT two months after I was born. A bank by the name on the Certificate no longer exhists, thanks to all the bank renaming and consolidating going on. The origional bank name was First National Bank (of Havre).

I thought origionally that it was US bank who bought them, so I called to check the value of my Certificate. No records. I decided to bring it to them and make sure. They told me that they used to be "First Bank" but never "First National Bank" Must be the wrong bank. Talked to my own bank and had them call around... after an hour they returned my call, saying that US bank bought them, Definately and for sure. I went back to US bank and told them what I was told. The nice lady wandered back and talked to lots of various people... They came back with a phone number saying that it might have been turned over to the government and to call them there.

I called.
No records.
Where do I go from here?
All I have is a name and PO box of a bank that existed almost 20 years ago, and a certificate that is supposed to be worth money.

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....is wondering if J has a picture of that ????

tbone-
go to your library and get the appropriate phonebook for Havre, MT, 1979. Find the listing of the bank. Call the number. Whoever answers, scream "I WANT MY GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING MONEY YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCK!"

then hang up. you should feel calmer.

now call the Havre, MT chamber of commerce. Tell them your story. They'll tell you who bought the bank.

getting ready to do my workout, housework and checkbook balancing act.

Ook.

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laughing my ASSSSSS off

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http://members.tripod.com/~kiersten/coleman.html

since those didn't come up as links, for the not so computer savy...cut and paste

I am sitting here with my friend Sonita and her son Michael....I am just showing them a little computer crap....

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savoring a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale in my final moments of procrastination before packing for tomorrow's trip to Victoria.

I stayed out of the office today and spent the whole day working on the lake. There's no such thing as a bad day on the lake.

Hoping I get a decent night's sleep. It's hot, and I'm all wound up. I'll sleep on the plane tomorrow.

You can tell I won't be around the house, because I did my nails. I only do my nails when I won't be digging in the dirt for a few days. That doesn't happen around here.

So off we go. Be back on late Monday, like it or not.

Remembering alot of old times....I talked to my friend Raider tonight on the phone..I aint talked to him in like way over a year. All of the sudden out of the clear blue, I get an e-mail from him. Made me feel real good to know I wasnt forgotton like the rest of them but it was very strange all the same. After about 2 minutes of talking, it totally felt comfortable....like old times.
Anyway, I need some sleep...and I need to forget old times because reality is....NOW...not then...and I live my life better now than I ever did with "those" people...

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literally witnessing the boards go down,

apparently I am now forbidden to access them

God I hate that, I just wasted sooo much time typing something,I hope I can remember what it was.

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wondering where in the sam hell Waffles got those Gary Coleman links. That's about the funniest shit I've seen in years.

Danipoo-- I hope I'm still part of your "now."

:-)

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sorabji
sore-aab-jee?

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Always gonna have Jimbabe part of my "now" life because he's awesome!!
Just got home from a bike ride with Rich and Kim and Kim's friend. Beautiful outside right now. A little sticky but not that bad at all. Time to jump in the pool for a few minutes and then it's bed time. Busy day tomorrow.

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getting ready to turn in, but felt i had to come here first.

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at home. for once.

i stole a laptop from work.

i'm going to get drunk.

renew my legacy.

i love you all.

hearing the ultimate break-up conversation:

"i am tired of having sex with you.

i am going to have sex with somebody else.

baby, i strongly suggest you start doing the same."



that shit still has me cracking up.

just finishing my Kate Moss breakfast.....

Continuing to relish the experience of having been in the ballpark for Mark McGwire's 500th and 501st homers - a great sports moment and another ten grand for the local literacy project.

DEMANDING that all indie rock bands should be barred from doing David Bowie, T-Rex or Stooges cover songs.............

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remmebering how much the singer in my band liked to cover "I wanna be your dog".

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i was once in a band with a bunch of older fellas who wanted to do a cover of that song, the only thing tempting was they had a 5 ft belt of actual sleigh bells that sounded nice, and even thought its a fun song to play, I had to refuse, I just can't bring myself to do covers EVER, i think it's just not right

feeling guilty for bothering the landlord twice in one day. waiting for the next thing to go wrong....expecting that everything will start
working right, as soon as he gets here tomorrow..i wait for my pink eye to go away? and what happens? i have pink eye for three months..such is my life

The no cover ethic was abig deal in the old music scene where I'm from, but we played 'em because they were songs we really liked and were fun to play together. We did get requested to play "wonderwall" for a gig, and we did, except we turned it into a Fugazi tune. Unfortunaetly, no recording was made of that.

Nate, your cd will in your hands soon, btw.

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definitely not working. i've barely worked all week.

i'm at home eating the most nectar homemade indian curry stir fry ever, listening to a '71 pink floyd bootleg, and considering the possibilities of the weekend.

........on the ganja boat.........listeningto Built to Spill, one of the last decent indie bands as far as this boy is concerned. Wifey is packing and playing with her ridiculous quantities of business cards from work. She is really good at what she does, I don't know how she handles it all. She is pretty important to her company and enjoys the responsibility. ME? I am just waiting on that check, dickin around, watchin the clock all day long, and they never complain.........neither do I for that matter.....well...maybe bit.......only because i feel on lockdown for 8-9 hours a day.....its nice and all, but never forget you can't just get up leave with out some sorta negative repercussion, in most cases anyway......


anyway... we are going to spaceland tonight.....to see T Model Ford, Paul Jones and Mickey Champion. A blues gig, they are from the same region as RL Burnside..MS delta blues. Good shit, the kind that makes you glad it's hot, smokey and shitty in that bar, with that beer in yer hand sweatin down your arm....your alive.......peaple shed their skin, in an environment like this, folks loosen up, it's summer time, its hot, lets get drunk and see what comes of it. A good time I suppose...

thats enough for now.........i gonna go kiss her and think about tommorow.............good night

Just got done with Blair Witch. Fuckng go see it. Its worth every penny.

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drunk.

listening to chief zehaie on the radio.

eritrean music is so cool.

starving.

I hear some people had a big fit over the Blair Witch thing, thinking it was real, blah blah blah. It's really entertaining sometimes to hear about how gullible and naive some people are.
And sometimes it's really, really annoying.

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i am sitting here and almost crying at the things i have missed here.
i am trying to show david, but he just wants to lay around and snif glue. he keeps talking about some crazy flying monkey. but pablo, he sends lots of love.
oh my how we have all blossomed.
the blair witch project movie scared me by the way.

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I can't think of the right thing to write. I feel like such a fan all the time. know what I mean? Was at Sony Metreon the other night. What if I just got a job there and spent my money on food and rent and digital cameras?

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Ok. I'm listening to this CD I bought at the Tower Outlet. It's a three cd set. Dub music. hard to listen to unless one's occupied. the cd just ended. now I'm going to throw in stereolab. i burned this one back at school. I was thinking about writing (mark?) sorabji to ask for advice on a cd to buy. some good classical because that is what he seems to know about. wondering if I should randomize the cd. I don't think I will.
feeling slight taps of nasea. is it naseaua? I wonder how my spelling affects things. oh yeah, I have this obscure number that I collected for the payphone project awhile ago on a trip to the Sierras in this wee town called "Angel's Camp". I'm not going to add it tonight because I don't want to turn on any lights. So Sorabji, will you write me with a CD reccomendation?
I went to "Yahoo" chat but didn't end up talking seriously to anyone. How the fuck do people stay on that shit? they all seem real, real slow.
some claimed to be high, one on acid, beer and other things. I wonder how often mark drinks. haven't been to this site for a few months. I always like it. hmm. I'm going to go to bed now. that's what I've been doing! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ok. I'm listening to this CD I bought at the Tower Outlet. It's a three cd set. Dub music. hard to listen to unless one's occupied. the cd just ended. now I'm going to throw in stereolab. i burned this one back at school. I was thinking about writing (mark?) sorabji to ask for advice on a cd to buy. some good classical because that is what he seems to know about. wondering if I should randomize the cd. I don't think I will.
feeling slight taps of nasea. is it naseaua? I wonder how my spelling affects things. oh yeah, I have this obscure number that I collected for the payphone project awhile ago on a trip to the Sierras in this wee town called "Angel's Camp". I'm not going to add it tonight because I don't want to turn on any lights. So Sorabji, will you write me with a CD reccomendation?
I went to "Yahoo" chat but didn't end up talking seriously to anyone. How the fuck do people stay on that shit? they all seem real, real slow.
some claimed to be high, one on acid, beer and other things. I wonder how often mark drinks. haven't been to this site for a few months. I always like it. hmm. I'm going to go to bed now. that's what I've been doing! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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pissed at myself. I went to buy the Donna Summer "Maxi-Single" or "I will go with you (Con te partiro)," and wouldn't you know it... there were TWO versions. So, I listened to each at the store. And like a dimwit, I heard theintro to one of the cuts, and said, "This is the one!!!"

So I bought it. Got home, and it was the wrong one. The only redeeming thing about it, is it has a KILLER Italian language version of the song.

Ms. Donna's voice has gotten incredibly better with age. Now I must go buy the other CD.

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listening to bad music because i'm tired of the good stuff.

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bored silly. Gray and clammy day here and I have the accompanying low energy vibes. I am listening to my band's disc. I hope we get the tracks up as audio files soon. When we do, Everyone is invited to download thema nd even burn them off onto a disc if you really want go through the trouble. Sounds pretty good on headphones, but I have found that the volume is low, especially if you put it on a mix tape.

I'm trying to get a hold of an old buddy, but can't find him via people searches, so I will resort to the old stand-by of writing his mom.

It's going to be a long 5 months.

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about to try and tune in MTV to see the Beavis and Bunt-head "Do America" movie that repeats at 9pmCentral.

Wondering how the hell we ended up in a strip club last night... and there were only women stripping. So me and Jules played pool, while Sharon and Jen slagged off the strippers.

I've never felt so invisible in my entire life.

When Jules and I left the bouncer asked if we had a good time. I told him I liked the pool tables. And Jules said yeah its got nice balls. Then the bouncer said hey why dont you two give me your numbers. And I said why? are women with clothes a real novelty for you.

then we went home.

Me and Jules I mean not me and the bouncer...

*g*

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just watched "the General" - a pretty good flick. Interesting thing with the film, shot in b+w but fades into drab color off and on throughout. It gets the semillama nod of approval and I recommend it to anyone.

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wondering about all the mystery cassettes that used to show up in my tape collection back in my analog days. it doesn't seem to happen as much with cd's. i've got a few, but not many.
-heavy weather
-tribute to jimi hendrix
-tribute to the grateful dead
-peter frampton live

i have no idea where those discs came from, but they're there nonetheless.
back when i did analog i used to find mystery tapes in my collection on a regular basis. the best mystery find was a maxell XLII90 with peter tosh live in LA on one side and linton kwesi johnson on the other.
also found a babatunde olatunji:drums of passion tape with both versions on it.

freshman year of college. 9 months of serendipity.

the one i'm thinking of right now is a live recording of suzanne vega at the london school of economics. i pretty much hate suzanne vega and anything that sounds remotely like her, but i still carried that tape around in my collection for years. i remember being drunk in the attic after breaking up with my girlfriend and putting that tape in my machine for the first time.

hit "play" and heard:

"my heart is broken, it's worn out at the knees"

took the tape out of the machine and literally threw it out the window.

tape showed up on my nightstand the next morning. i guess my mom could have found it in the backyard and brought it up while i was still passed out, but that incident always struck me as being disturbingly bizarre.

i used to have over a hundred or cassettes. now i have about fifteen leftover stragglers. shuffling through them i only recognize about three.

mystery tapes.

i'll be thinking about this for months now.

Going to finish the school clothes shopping at the mall. I love this time of year.

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considering the hundred or so tapes in my jeep. analog only survives for me because of long distance drives and shitty radio. plus mix tapes from friends.
one mystery tape I'm glad found it's way to me is a copy of Funkadelic's "standing the verge (edge?) of gettin' it on" as well as the replacements' "All shook down".

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retreaded. the wheels on my wheelchair have been bald for like the past month or more. I've had new treads in my closet for almost that long but i procastinate. this morning i noticed a gash in the rubber of the wheel and you could see this fibrous stuff.

i don't have an air tank at my apartment, so i take a folding metal chair over to a gas station. i park my car off to the side and set up the chair next to the air hose, transfer onto the chair, and change the wheels out there.

so this story isn't an utter waste of your time, here's a helpful hint. wheelchair wheels are pretty much like bike wheels. i've found that a great tool for removing tire and tube is one of those styling brushes women always have - with the spoon-shaped, flat, curved handle. deflate the tire, hook the handle under the tire so it comes out the other end, and pull it along the edge of the wheel. comes right off.

standing on the verge of gettin' it on.

phat.

i've got tons of live parliament/funkadelic i could record and mail out to you if you're interested. i'm always happy to spread the funk, and i've been wanting to start up a music trading circle around here, anyway.

that and get some people together to do collaborative AciD projects.

it'd be interesting to hear the end result.

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thinking about feasabilities.

my acid projects seem to always end up huge. i get drunk and drool lyric all over them, or get baked out of my mind and tinkle keys in random yet pleasing ways. i end up with projects that even my machine can't handle. i have to mix down to two tracks just to listen to the thing.

kaya has fluffed his head up. he has an elvi-pompador. little man is soaked because he kept fucking up. he hops up on the kitchen counters and the "Water From Heaven" convinces him of his folly. he hops up on the dinner table and the "Water From Heaven" blows him back to the ground. sometimes he just doesn't make the connection. it always seems to be those days where the sun is hot and there is a comfortable place on the deck for the little orange tabby to sleep and dry. maybe i just don't make the connection.

nica is fatter than ever. the kitten (and more specifically, the kitten food,) has added about 5 lbs to my already large kitty. i wouldn't mind except for her health. it's great having a huge, ultra-soft, tortiseshell lying on your chest on a cold night.

the needle nose gar and ghost knife are silently hunting guppies. this morning, looking through the tank, i saw a lot of fish i haven't seen recently. there is this super buff bumble-bee goby, he's been through a lot. he usualy is out of sight, but today he was kicking it out front. this fat catfish i call wetnica (he's the same colors as nica.) he's almost always hidden, but i got a glimpse. the banjo cat was only half submerged in the sand, another rare sight.

prince and princess, my gay firebellied toads, have been actively plugging each other lately. must be the heat.

charlie haden and pat metheny just got back from beyond the missouri sky.

and i have to shit.

sitting on the verge of going to bed.

I would be well interested in the music trading circle thing, definitely a good way to fill up a boring weekend afternoon. The more the merrier I say.

My tortie is weird, for sure the smallest of her kind. Doesn't like other cats, very spooky and with a stumpy little tail. Best cat I ever had though. i recommend torties to anyone.

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So fuckin' sick of everything.....so tired of being nice and pleasent....I hate my husband and I'm tired of pretending to love him. I'm sick and tired of it all.. Everyone EXPECTS me to just love him because he is such a nice guy. LIVE WITH HIM. I'm done with the whole fuckin' pretending scene. He's moving out tomorrow and it was MY decision for him to go. I'm finished. With the whole fuckin' entire family CRAP. I simply cant do it any more. I've done this SHIT for 12 mother fuckin' long miserable years and I'm done. DONE DONE DONE.

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