Sunday

ruby tuesday

no, not the overpriced restaurant on the east coast.

i randomly started singing the song today, and was suddenly brought back to a dark street in east germany. it was about 1am--i had just arrived in dresden and was walking to my hostel. the streets were completely abandoned except for a couple bums down one side street. they were smashing bottles on the curb, but the only other sound was Ruby Tuesday, blasting from an empty pub. it was the first english i had heard in days, so i sang along a bit as i walked block after block of squished-together shops and pubs, some with wine bottles in the windows, others had cheeses or baked goods, still others had displays of marijuana paraphenalia and giant pot leaf tapestries. i crossed street after street with impossible names, full of letters i didn't know existed (did you know there's a B looking thing that is pronounced like "s"?) and the music was still clearly audible.

"...when you change with ev-very new day..."

Saturday

22 yo girl admitted to local ER

diagnosis: Harry Potter overload.

i have not read the books. i do not plan on reading the books. the gay-ass hype makes me fairly nauseaous, and it all symbolizes our culture's complete lack of regard for history. great works of literature exist, and have existed for hundreds and thousands of years, but parents have not read them and do not encourage their children to do so. but along comes a new series that is slightly better than the other crappy, modern children's books, and everyone thinks they are the shit and more. HELLO, CUSTODIANS OF THE MINDS OF THE FUTURE!!! Have you ever ENTERED a library???!!!

and yet...i attended a harry potter party last night. i wore a long skirt, i donned a cape and hood, i decked out with funky earrings and a flowy shirt. and i got my harry ON with a large group of people all over the age of 40 or under the age of 10. i assisted the masses in the making of Broomstick Wands, drank Dragon Snot Brew, and ate carrot cake that i'm sure had some vile nickname. at the stroke of midnite the "magic car" showed up with everyone's pre-ordered copies of That Book.

i thoroughly enjoyed myself, but as my new reporter friend said goodbye; as my little buddy kaitlyn showed me that her name is spelled KAg52, gathered up all 3 of her new Broomstick Wands, and was herded off by her mother; as the local rednecks cruised by in their beater, announcing over their PA, "THANK YOU, HARRY POTTER! AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!", i breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "never again."

"would you like fries with that?"

yes indeed, the whole rust-and-gold theme in the living room has somehow turned our home into Mickey D's. not cool.

the rust color might still work out, but the Golden Arches combo is WAY more than we bargained for.

Tuesday

people under 40!

good news! my biologist friend is NOT an atheist!

i headed into potland last night to meet up with an old high school pal. we were always just casual friends, c, m, and i, but they called us the 3 musketeers. or however you spell it. m and i were homeschooled, so after work we would head to the public high school to convince c to skip school and hang out. we never caused serious trouble (except c's interesting being-chased-by-4-cop-cars-while-going-twice-the-speed-limit-and-getting-her-license-suspended incident). we mananged to come thru our teens with few scars to show. unfortunately our serious conversations and character-building experiences were even fewer and further between.

in the 5 years since high school, m and i have talked only a few times. she has immersed herself in the local redneck "society", and rejected everything her conservative-christian sustainable-farmer parents stand for. when i see her we talk about people and gossip about their business. she knows everything about everyone we used to run with, and its fun to hear about them once a year, yet we quickly run out of things (well, people) to talk about.

in the same 5 years i have spoken with c even fewer times. she and i moved around, went to college, quit college, went to college again, didnt have nationwide cell plans, had a crush on the same guy, and had other reasons that cause friends to drift apart. but she has completed a biology degree with honors, and has embraced everything her intelligent, globally-minded parents stand for. when we get together we talk about god and religion and evolution and souls and passions and rationality and truth and hypocrisy and eternity and single-cell organisms and birth control and morality and nature. and boys, of course.

and she is not an atheist. this news SERIOUSLY made my year. unlike her professors, she has been brought TO God thru science. i consider this to be a small miracle. my heart is joyful!

we met for food and fun and deep conversation last night in oh-so-funky SE p-town. we talked 'til long after our burritos were cold and the restaurant had closed. we continued our talk on the walk home, down Hawthorne, past the people about whom i asked, "are they dressed up for something, or is this just everyday?". back to her house. we discussed the difference between biology's and religion's theories of the life-giving element as we reached the front porch and stepped across the ever-present axe. (i don't ask questions. especially questions that start with, "so if a bad guy came...") we walked thru the always-open front door (i don't ask questions.), flopped down on the couchs, and continued our conversation until the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday

FAQs of the summer...

...or rather, their answers.

no, i am not dead. thank you for your concern.

i am alive, well, and drug-free near Land O' Pot, Oregon. i live with the Auntie Trish of Lore. i work for the City of Caboose, as i did last summer, and for about half the county. so far 11 sheep, 7 dogs, 7 cats, 7 horses, 4 chickens, a dozen fish, and multiple plants and gardens have survived my care. these numbers make the casualties seem minimal.

i did not fail out of that aggravating college. i have a crush on a boy. i have a topic for my thesis. i have an emotionally needy dog. i have searched for an ancient and precious dog (they brought it with them when they moved from france) with congestive heart failure, at 1am. i have been late for church every sunday (hey, i've made it for the homilies, usually). i recovered from the plague (aka guatemala's revenge). i had the i-dont-hate-him-i-just-hate-you-with-him talk with my sister and bawled my eyes out. i spied on the exciting neighbors relentlessly (with auntie trish's guidence) until they moved out. i have undertaken major--and yet to be completed--home improvement projects.

i have not gone to the goble tavern or to the redline a single time. or multiple times. ha ha.
i have not hung out with someone under the age of 40 in i-dont-know-how-long.
i have not been out of the state in 2 months. weird. same state: TWO MONTHS!
i have not watched as many movies in the last YEAR as i have this weekend!
i have not yet contracted brain tumors from hours of cell phone use.