Thursday, April 27, 2006

a/v club

in our seperate study carrels fleetwood and i are preparing for the upcoming arts advisory panel meetings. we are reviewing the audio/visual materials for each panel. this involves screening cds, dvds, slides, photos, video tapes, whatever. we check for obscenities. we make notes about the contents of everything so that we can immediately cue up to any part of whatever. we make sure that everything works.

this is where my jealousy issues start to surface. fleetwood is currently screening the media arts a/v, while i have community arts. so, while i listen to fleetwood laughing uncontrollably at student films, kung fu movies, demo reels, i am looking at pictures of community theater performances, video tapes of historical re-inactments in nursing homes, pictures of geriatric tap dancers. audio cassettes of summer camp choral performances. film strips about the community art program in small town texas where they make macaroni art. and macrame.

the grass is always greener, i guess....but i feel sure that fleetwood's not thinking that she wants to move over to community arts. i'm sure she likes her media art lawn just fine.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

that story

in serial form i recalled for hunter harris the details of my german teenage obsession story, which is really epic and also has a fantastic ending.

when i went back and re-read what i had written i realized that it was written almost like a children's book, or a comic. full of detail but good for short-attention-span-theater.

hunter, maybe we should save those and make a little book out of it. can you draw?

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

hunter harris

hunter just made the morning report.

as fleetwood and i were looking out the window telling telling each other what was going on i saw a guy walking down 9th street. i said "that guy walking down 9th street looks pretty cute." she said "yeah, he does." then i looked closer and realized it was hunter!

i called him to confirm. it was definitely hunter looking cute this morning.

before i put on my make up

i stepped on a nail this morning while trying to chase the neighbor's retarded cat so i could throw a bucket of water on it.

the bottom of my foot is throbbing, and i'm sure that that stupid cat is back in my yard trying to get fresh with p-nut.

dumb jerk

Monday, April 24, 2006

my dreams and greg's mom

i was having this really creepy dream last night where i was in one of the freihofer baking plants. but there were big bins that would come through on rollers, kind of like in a mine shaft. and it was dark thunderstorm all alone everyone left didn't say good bye and i couldn't decide if i was going to leave my shift. lightning, bad scene nightmare material. and then suddenly patrice came in in a yellow raincoat to work her shift. with her laugh and her lipstick, and she made it suddenly not a bad dream anymore.

greg, i love your mom.

also, today i had lunch with clifford stringfellow. for those who don't know clifford stringfellow holds a key to my spirituality. i don't know what that means. but this definitely seems like progress.

Friday, April 21, 2006

fate

i met my soul mate yesterday when i called xerox customer service. i'd go into more detail about it. but i know that he and i are the only ones that understand.

i sure wish i hadn't hung up on him.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

clarification

i do not now, nor have i ever had dredlocks. this means that if you say "i remember when lisa had dreds" you'd be wrong.

i'm sorry if this is a let down to anyone. i just had to set the record straight.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

kids

even though i don't want any, i'm glad they're around. this is a thank you letter from a fourth grader written to an el paso music ensemble:

"Dear El Paso ____

I was honred to listen to the fantastic five musicions play at our school. That performance was a life-changing experience. The soothing sounds sounded like a million birds tweating a song. I personally like the peices of "Aladin." If only every single soul can hear the glorey of Disney.

Sincerely,

e.b."

i wish you could see the handwriting. that's what makes it the best.

if only every single soul can hear the glorey of disney.

Monday, April 17, 2006

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