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Friday, June 21, 2002
not much to say. going to a baseball game tonight. im real excited you're coming karen! we're gonna do all kinds of stuff.
and matt, i think you're right. let's talk when i get back home. right now it's time to go and clean the filth off of myself. i am so disgusting when i get off this job you wouldnt even recognize me. the one day i went in wearing nice clothes to train for serving nobody knew who i was.
posted by vic
@ 17:39
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Thursday, June 20, 2002
the future
posted by rayve nation
@ 08:35
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places
posted by rayve nation
@ 08:34
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people
posted by rayve nation
@ 08:34
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Something made me not cringe at or step on the cockroach I saw in my nearly empty apartment tonight. It was kindof cute. I'm glad that I got to hear my VCR squeal with delight as way too much electricity flowed into it, and I'm also glad I had taken the top off to see what was wrong just before it emitted a shower of sparks and the unmistakable aroma of fried capacitors. Mmm mm mm, down-home circuit cookin'. You all have to see the patterns of light that are going to adorn the wall of my living room every night forever and ever, or until the hydrogen lamps in the courtyard are replaced. We'll have to sit there, listening to old 78's in the dark. Hey Vicki-- You may think I'm putting you on, or self-aggrandizing, but I sincerely believe that we have something to show each other that has been hidden... On my part, at least, by feigned insecurities, feigned in fear of dealing with the possible rejection (due to skepticism) of my expression of what IS. Hell, we need to share it with EVERYONE- and it can't be done with words alone, as you well know by now. good news, friends: I am in a place now where I am tearing down the barriers that I have created, which prevent people from seeing the "love+love-hate energy," as my hero puts it, that flows through me and through us all. Mike-- the dunes would be fun! I say we all rock the dunes. see you all soon, yes?
posted by heinous
@ 05:58
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chicago's real cash source
i'm not sure which is better: the models or the "One 'L' of a Ride T-Shirt". aw geez, it's outta stock! so much for a nice birthday gift for vicki. shh! don't tell!
i leave for orgegon in approx. tee minus five hours!
posted by marisa jo
@ 01:19
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Wednesday, June 19, 2002
hey, u guys want to go to the dunes this weekend? it's only 2 hours away.
posted by rayve nation
@ 13:16
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Oh lovers lovers lovers!! A classic moment in the MRay sick and green drinking water with his eyes closed at Hollywood Grill escapade of last night was when you, Mikey, pulled the styrofoam container which the hard hittin' Chicago waitress had brought for such a potential incident and with lips slowly parting, answered to our crys of "don't puke at the table!!!!" with "she brought this for me! It's mine! All mine!!"
K-Lo and I went to this salsa bar tonight and were discussing the yellin', the kissing noises, the "ladies ladies!", cat calling if you will, that always seems to come outta cars when you're walking down the street in this city. I was not looking forward to the prospect of getting cat called in Chicago when I was still in Montreal, but funny enough, when no one was screaming at me for a few days walking to work last week I was all "what up with this?! why am I not getting yelled at?!" Ha ha, yeah, so K and I are walking home from the bar in Wicker Park and this guy pulls up to a red light with the music blaring, this Spanish music with a good beat which he is singing to, and he sees us and starts singing out his lungs to us while we walk by laughing, then the guy in the car behind him starts beeping his horn to the beat of HIS Spanish music and he calls us dolls in Spanish while he drives by. Then we saw this white guy drive by talking to his white friend on his bike and Karen, verbalizing my thoughts, goes "I'm so sick of white people". You see, all these years I was so angry about being yelled at, but when its all in good love, I'm down with it. The guy who screamed "Hey there babies, do you wanna lick my black ass?!" was not appreciated however.
But seriously folks, moral of the story is, the fine women and men of Chicago love their T and A and you gotta love that. Welcome home to the land where the hips were made for birthin' (or should I say built for lots of sex) and racks had best be appreciated!!
Sidenote, we saw Damara, who screamed from a sidewalk bar at us--she's got a bunch of tattoos now--nice colorful ones and apparently, her brother went to France on a school trip with M. Sapp.
posted by Record Album
@ 03:16
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Tuesday, June 18, 2002
hey kids, we should check this place out. the gene siskel film center. It looks like fun
posted by rayve nation
@ 09:35
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my shtomache shtill hurtsh guysh
posted by rayve nation
@ 08:57
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oh my. my lady, miss daisy is leaving tomorrow. i think that marlon is back with the source. there are so many things and i feel him so strong. i feel him so much. i love him so much. i love all of you. miss daisy and i went out tonight and we saw a beautiful band play like a band never has. i knew the saxophonist from before, like all the saxophonists. his grandfather was hungarian. his name was joe and he had barely any body left at all and a black man came from within when he sang, humbled by his own balding beauty. we held each other's eyes for a while and there were years flowing through. we have been around. so many of us. and i cant help but get drawn to the firsttimers sometimes, but at least now i know what i am seeing. this is an amazing world that we live in. this is an amazing reality that we have constructed for ourselves. please know that every single interaction you have is meaningful. every person you pass. they are there for a reason because you made it so. and there are so many things to learn. please know. please know how beautiful and capable you are. kelly, please, please see your potential and know that you have made it so and that only you stop it from shining. my love, when you shine, the world stops to listen. i see it all the time but your light can go so far.
marlon thought that he had been john lennon but then we figured out the timing was wrong. but i dont know if that matters anymore. jealous guy is playing right now. when i hear the beatles i think of him, because he would sing bullfrog to me all the time. and my friends, i feel him through all my veins. i can never explain but he lives in my heart so strong that no matter what, i will always be connected to him. there are tears in my throat, i feel. he would sing "some kinds of innocence arent measured out in years. you dont know what it's like to listen to your fears....what makes you think you're something special when you smile" and his whole body would pour out in joy. he couldnt contain that soul and it would just pour out of his chest and his beautiful grin. kelly, i am so glad you met him. he said, "baby, you're something. you are something special. you're gonna be superwoman. people are gonna see you coming and say - look at that girl. she is unstoppable. i've told you everything i know."
and love is never lost. and the universe is dancing.
i feel so much flow. i always spend last nights with people. i am a last night kinda gal. they're my favorite nights of all.
my grandma told me today that he was with her.
there is an endless source inside each of you. it is unstoppable. it is infinite. and it is there for you. you are born of the creation of it. and each of you are such sacred beings. i look so forward to seeing you again.
i love you all so much.
posted by vic
@ 03:52
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Monday, June 17, 2002
I started moving furniture into my new place today. I was carrying this loveseat up the stairs with the armrest balanced on my right shoulder. I lost my balance on the first flight and the couch fell off my back and started to slowly topple towards a plate glass door. Time seemed to freeze as I spun around to try to catch the couch and managed to get one hand over the departing armrest. Stretching onto the tips of my toes, I fell until I was parallel with the falling couch, and letting out a loud grunt as I let my free right hand slam into the door frame, my arm absorbed the force of the falling couch. I closed my eyes, every muscle in my body straining to keep the couch from moving forward, and when I opened them I saw that the hard, wooden frame-bottom of the couch was inches away from the glass. With another grunt I shoved off from the wall and steadied my feet, and then I hoisted the couch back up onto my shoulders. It's a good thing it was a loveseat and not a full sofa, but I guess I wouldn't have tried to carry a sofa up the stairs by myself. I called today and got the utilities turned on, so that just leaves getting the phone set up. I think I'm gonna get a DSL line from Ameritech and split it between my computer and Trina's. She's not coming back until Sept. 15, but she's still paying half the rent for the summer, godluv'er. That reminds me... I'm still looking for a flatmate for the summer if anyone is interested. It's 425/month. that's 106.25 a week, if someone wants to come spend a week away from home, and live with me... heh. Also, I might drive to New York in mid July or so. Anyone want to be my first mate? arrggg. Bu(i)ck Lesabre is eager to sail the open sea-roads. Well, I'm gonna go play Quake III now.
posted by heinous
@ 22:54
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ah!! Fuck! Everything is making me real crazy real fast. Gotta go gotta go, Gemini's need their horizons to constantly be expanding. Can't just sit around anymore. Karen came home and she's the first person to come home this year after I've already been there, and I must say it's pretty exciting. That was a no of a sentence. Worked 10 hours straight today and everytime I work 8 hours or more I have to sing "I work hard for my money!" in my head on the way home. Last week I tripped by Augusta and skinned my knee and felt like an asshole and I don't like the pent up sexual energy of Chicago. I need to go out and be with someone now. Bye lovahs.
posted by Record Album
@ 21:45
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i'm very glad to hear you are having fun vicki, i was worried for a while, i must admit.
i am also glad you are coming home on your birthday. i will bake you a cake. is chocolate all right?
i'm in need of a flour bin and it looks like i'm gettin' one! now don't you all go and try to bid against me... but i know it's a hot item.
to oregon in tee minus threeeee days.
posted by marisa jo
@ 20:25
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i will be rolling into chicago on my birthday. wheee!
something beautiful and strange has happened but im not going to write about it on here. if it is what i feel, it's really big. i'll talk to you all soon.
im back to washing dishes but i love it now. im such a weirdo. i cant help but fall in love with every single thing. i got asked out to go see tool today by one of the cooks at work. i declined as i am leaving before the concert date. i have friends now at work which makes everything so much better. the lesson learned is: never say never. i said i would never wash dishes again and the next day i was standing back in the greasepit scrubbing shrimp guts off a tray with a dirty fan blowing on me for 6 hours straight. man, i learned that never lesson at 13 but i forget it sometimes. heehee life is so great! i could giggle all day long about it.
everybody thinks that i look like someone they know. my face here has changed so that most people think that i am their nationality. i know everyone from before. it's such a beautiful life friends. i hope you are enjoying it! i love you all!
posted by vic
@ 17:41
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only 1 hour and 20 min left of pretending that I am doing something
posted by rayve nation
@ 15:37
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kelly, you should put a computer in your elavator ("hey!! this is my elevator!!") so we can talk on instant messanger to each other at werk.
posted by rayve nation
@ 10:39
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Sunday, June 16, 2002
this is what gregg said to me on IM just now:
Valence300 (10:22 PM): i just gave my dad his father's day present. it was this flower arrangement that said "dad" but he informed me that it's for people's graves. Now, I feel like the biggest a$$hole
huh
posted by rayve nation
@ 22:27
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sorry i haven't returned anyone's phone calls yet - this week was busy busy - i'll call you this soon, though.
i stumbled across this bizzarre television program over my morning bong and coffee. it was called "chicago crimewatch" and it was like "america's most wanted" + infomercial for the chicago police department, as narrated by some guy who sounds like vicki's dad or similar. teehee.
time for yard work!
posted by marisa jo
@ 11:32
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mike - no.
it's gonna be at least two weeks. sorry charlie.
karen - i knew you were gonna lose that big V that night. was it the night we talked on the phone? that's really funny if it was. i did not get on the kit rosenberg lookalike because while i was chatting with you he went to bed. c'est la guerre. ew. kit rosenberg. vhat vas i thinking!?
i went to another dimension in my dream last night. it was really cool. i love remembering dreams.
posted by vic
@ 11:24
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