Orgnsms

Y todos los hombres monos son GAY.

Today's idioms:

1. Poner verde a alguien - To put green on someone (to talk shit about someone)

2. Con mala leche - With bad milk (to be grouchy)

I love you, Bevmo's buy 1 bottle get 1 bottle for 5 cents deal. I love you so very much.

One of the greatest things about traveling in countries that speak a language foreign to my brain is that I'm not affected by the st00pid. I know it's there, it's fucking everywhere...but I don't understand it, literally, so it doesn't hurt me like it does in America.

Tonight I met some more Ghanians and soon I will be fluent in Ga. I can't ever get enough sleep for proper brain function in this goddamned city.

Also, this:

y'all are probably sick of me linking to this stuff, but since it's a pretty common fear . . .

Short version: food irradiation is safe

i've been working out really hard. trying to run an hour a day, lifting weights. i didn't get serious about the weights until i enrolled in school. want to make sure i'm strong enough.

today, after working out, working, and working out yesterday, i'm fucking tired. and i'm going to go work out and then work, all over again.

didn't get approved for a student loan without a cosigner. asked the only person i could ask, and he can't help. so i guess i'm just going to have to work really hard. which will probably be a good thing. i've been saying i want to make sure dancing helps me out in furthering my life. this way i have no choice. will it be easier paying school off with money from dancing or massaging?

yeah. exactly.

so i just have to come up with a large sum of money by the first day of school, i think, and then at least 500 a month until school is over. at which point , if i've only paid the 500, i'll have approximately 3000 left to pay. at which point i can apply for another loan. or i can just try to pay the whole thing while i'm there.  maybe a little less reasonable.  but not impossible. by any means.

i just have to last one more year there. or say fuck it and find another job. we'll see. maybe some serious consideration is in order. as always.

so yeah. so wish me luck.

i think i'm going to make a count down chain for my birthday. why not. enough things are happening.

i've been really thinking about a recipe for vegan cottage cheese. haven't tried it yet. but it seems really easy.

i've been obsessed with the morningstar asian veggie patties. they are soooo good.

don't know why the tvs on and the music isn't.

i'm really loving brandon having a job. so much so that i've been making his lunches for him, relatively frequently. the first one was TERRible. 

chedder cheese pretzels
cottage cheese with black pepper
baked lays for dipping
peach flavored applesauce AND an apple.

he was supposed to make a sandwich, so in my defense:  something something.

the second one was:

some tuna salad i made for him
potato bread and some meunster cheese (for sandwich making)
a half eaten tube of mentos
a pop tart (pink icing)

and then i just threw in some pink frosted mini wheats, for decoration, and a couple pink flowers from our garden. a pink stuffed unicorn.

i guess, luckily for him, he forgot that one, and ended up eating it's pinky goodness here, for dinner.

it was pretty, though.

the third one:

more of the same tuna salad, bread, cheese
mashed potatoes and gravy i made with the stock i'd made for the chicken pot pie
pistachio pudding that i tried trolling him by adding green tapioca pearls to. (not too far a cry, though. tapioca pudding is kinda sorta the same thing. just much much much smaller balls)
four deviled eggs i made while trying out a soft boiled egg for myself.   which is AWESOME, by the way. 

i also added the book everything is illuminated, and a picture he mentioned wanting to take to work, as a bookmark. oh yeah. the unicorn again, which he apparently doesn't have the balls to take with him to work yet. but he so wants to.

todays was what he asked for. sorta funny, because he asked for lunchables, which i denied him. then he asked me to pick up some turkey, a block of cheese, and some ritz crackers.

ha ha. he basically conned me into getting lunchables.

maybe  a little bit better. a healthier mesquite smoked turkey slice. havarti cheese. garden vegetable ritz. an apple, and a little tiny coffee mug with a giraffe on it. the giraffes neck is the handle. it's way cute.

at this rate who knows what his cubicle is going to look like .  a present a day. ;)

also, we really don't eat the same foods, hardly ever. when we do, it's generally a concession on one of our parts. or both. so this is sort of a fun challenge. as well as getting to know how to feed him things he'll love. which is actually sort of a difficult challenge.

what good would the challenge be if it wasn't both fun and frustrating?

a little while ago he surprised me with my own domain. raeannimal.com

; ) haven't done anything with it, yet. i think i need a digital camera. and a solid idea. i know it'll be somewhat food related, if not largely food related. maybe it'll be a comparison. look what he ate, look what i ate. ha.

this entry is officially cutting into my workout. later.

... or else.

also, thinking about hitting up bagg to rock the midnight shift of age, interested parties should inform me of their possible attendance.

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also...

i had a dream that i was in a zombie flash mob on a movie set with simon pegg. he told me he was running out of movie ideas, but thought he'd do, "sean of the frog".

a movie in which sean's girlfriend has a frog. the frog gets loose, and sean must catch the frog before his girlfriend gets home. hilarity ensues.

really, brain? REALLY?

Something must be done about the metering lights.

I’ll admit it, I’m not a true friend to the planet. (Hippies, look away.) I drive to work every single day, alone. I don’t participate in casual carpool because I drive like a lunatic, and I’m afraid of axe murderers. I’m not aware of “spare the air” days until I pass a billboard informing me that today is the day. I am a bad person.

So there I am, every single morning, crossing the bay bridge. Every regular Berkeley to SF commuter knows that the fastest way over the bridge is to stay in the far right lane (two lanes to the right of the fastrak lanes). This lane is a gift from some all knowing, merciful deity. This lane moves about seventeen times faster than the fastrak lanes. Those of us in this lane look at all other lanes with a smug sense of self satisfaction as we cruise by at 25, or perhaps even 30 miles per hour. “Peasants! Watch my speed! Do I not AMAZE YOU?”

It’s almost as if we are invisible to the rest of the commuting public. For the past year, I have not been able to detect any population growth in this lane. Believe me, I look for signs of infiltration every morning. Hunched over the steering wheel, eyes squinted – peering out like some paranoid crackpot. Commuting is serious business. I’m likely flipped off more times than I care to think about, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been cursed on more than one occasion.

The far right lane has a loophole: If you’re a big enough asshole (hey!), you can maneuver your way in to a fastrak lane at the last possible minute without hassle. It’s totally natural. Everyone knows how to do it. It’s sort of like a baby bird flying for the first time. IT JUST WORKS. And every morning, you’re rewarded for your extremely good judgment by having a much shorter wait. I am the smartest person alive.

If you’re not quick enough, you’ll get stuck in the fastrak lane on the far right. This lane has many drawbacks. It is the suck lane. It’s sort of the “oh shit, I’m in the fastrak lane” lane, so there’s at least 87 cars trying to get over to the right. It is a bad scene. Once you’re in an interior fastrak lane, you’re golden – enjoy the rest of your commute. The unlucky bastards in the outer right lane are totally fucked, and NO ONE is going to let them in to the promised land. If the outer lane has a shorter line, do not be fooled. You will have a Rip Van Winkle beard by the time you pass. For some reason, every single morning I have to fight the urge to go to the shorter line. Some days I lose the fight.

I cannot even explain the rage that comes with waiting to pass through the metering lights in this lane. All the fancy moves and secret lanes mean approximately dick if you’re stuck in this lane. People leaving their driveways ten minutes ago are all of a sudden passing you on the left. And you are amazed at their speed. And the rage builds. Your brain tells your mouth, “Hey, how about shouting ‘What the fuck?!’ That will surely make us feel better. Go on, shout it.” So you do. No one can hear you, but you feel slightly better. Throw your hands up in the air. Scoff at those ahead of you. You see that VW Passat you flew by earlier? Surely they are in another state by now. You curse to yourself a few more times, and then you get an idea. YOU WILL WRITE A LETTER.

Today, I was so enraged that I wrote a letter to CalTrans. Granted, I did use the phrase “give a hoot”, and signed it “Love, Sashie” – but you get the idea. THIS LANE IS BULLSHIT, PEOPLE. I WAS SO IRRITATED THAT I WROTE A COMPLAINT LETTER TO A PUBLIC OFFICE. This is a first for me. I know that nothing will come of it. I can’t imagine that old Ted in Traffic Management or whatever it’s called is currently standing in a crowded command center yelling, “JOHNSON! STOP WHAT YOUR’E DOING. WE NEED TO RETHINK THIS WHOLE OPERATION.”

It makes me feel better to imagine this scenario, but I’m positive that it’s probably one dude’s job to check this complaint box for any real information, and not just threats from Ms. Complainy Complainer.

And what can I threaten, anyway? What are my options, here?

“You just cost yourselves FOUR bucks, assholes!”

And then I’m stuck on the bus, or with my face in some dude’s armpit on BART. Taking BART to work really isn’t that bad, in fact it’s sort of bustling and pleasant in the morning. But the parking is a hassle, and then I wonder – will I get a seat? Will I find a good parking spot? Will I miss the earlier train? Oh god, is that it? That must it be it. I can hear it. Oh god, oh god, I’m going to miss it. My 9th grade guidance counselor was right. I AM A COMPLETE FAILURE.

This is a lot to go through every morning, which brings us back to driving. I keep justifying it by thinking of all the valuable, life affirming things I can do with this special alone time in the morning. One of these days, I am REALLY going to pop in that French language CD. There are audio books, right? I can dictate funny anecdotes for my eventual memoirs. The possibilities are endless!

So if you see me stuck in the right lane, mouthing expletives, one hand in the air and applying mascara with the other, don’t worry. Tomorrow I’ll take the bus.

I've been in Portugal since 2 April and in Idanha-a-Nova since the end of April. After living here for so long, in this crazy boomlandia, it feels like home. Tomorrow I am finally leaving here and going to Lisboa. After 4 1/2 months of work my job is finished. I'm at a loss for words, my head is still very much busy with thoughts of Boom and all that happened here. Its been an epic journey both on a personal level and with my work. anyway, i can't really process it all while i am still here, so i'm going for some much needed and deserved vacation.
In the back of my mind is the thought of returning home again! I'm excited to see all my friends and family again, and to eat a burrito!
meow and beijos,
m.
oh yeah i posted more photos from boom and around here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/mistressofevilSF

please stop telling me you cant find a driver for my printer/scanner. you are an HP computer, it is an HP printer, this really shouldn't be all that difficult. you are a jerk face.

love (with a little dash of hate mixed in),
bazil

/rant


that being said...once i get the damn thing working, expect photos from the first roll i've shot with my minolta X-700. some came out quite nicely, the lens has really nice DoF

i need to find this album.

So I'm about to embark on a 3 week trip to Europe, and I'm very interested in doing some DJing over there, and checking out some cool partys/shows.

If anyone knows of anything going on after Maschinenfest that I should check out, or of any promoters that you could put me in contact with, that would be fantastic...

I'll be in Germany from Oct. 1st until the 20th.

more of Isabella <3

I had Isabella staying with me a couple weeks ago here in SF. It was her first time staying over at my house alone; she was pretty thrilled about it. I think people think i am her nanny when i have her with me. people still dont seem to fully get multiracial families, which i find highly entertaining.

Man, I always forget how crowded it gets around here when school starts back up again. It's nice to see all the fresh young faces though. It reminds me how wide-eyed and full of wonder I was when I first arrived here 10 years ago. I'm kind of jaded now, but I still love it here. I guess that means I'm where I'm supposed to be.

Tonight Darren and I went to a pub called Betty Ford (hee) and spent the night flirting with the very flirty bartender, who kept giving us free shots. Darren, however, is 23 and can drink until 4 AM with minimal repercussions, whereas I am 2,340,915 years old and have a Spanish teacher who, today, taught us 'hungover', most likely a very directed term.

My advice to Darren upon leaving him to his own devices was to leave a tip, preferably on the generous side, along with his phone number. C'est passive-aggressive, I know, but much better than asking for a number, which puts people on the spot. Plus the tip says 'Hey cute man, thanks for all the fun' since noone tips bartenders here. Soon I will release a self-help book for shy gay men entitled 'Fag hags: What we've gleaned from the scream queens'.

is there a way, using the syslog daemon (yes i know i could cron a script to do this, which i might if i'm not missing something), to configure syslog to send logs from different/remote machines to different files? it seems like there should be a way to specify host in the selector field, but i just read the whole syslog.conf manpage twice and i got nothin'. can i just say like, @host*.* /var/log/host/messages or something?


also, i know this would probably be easier under syslog-ng, which is also being considered.

I miss you guys.

In case you haven't seen this yet.  Got it from S.alt this morning.... the line-up doesn't want to copy and paste for some reason, so I copied it for ya from the MF website. 

second batch of the line-up:

AMBASSADOR 21 + SUICIDE INSIDE - CONTAGIOUS ORGASM - IMMINENT - ISZOLOSCOPE + CAMANECROSZCOPE + AH CAMA-SOTZ - RASPUTEEN IN HEAVY LEATHER - SCORN - VROMB

first batch of the line-up:

ARCHITECT & ENDUSER - ASCHE/MORGENSTERN & ARS MORIENDI – BONG-RA – EMPUSAE & friends – KRAKEN – LARVAE – MIMETIC – MONOKROM – MS GENTUR – ORPHX – P.A.L - PROYECTO MIRAGE – PUNCH INC. – ROGER ROTOR – SONAR - THE [LAW-RAH] COLLECTIVE - WINTERKÄLTE – XABEC

www.maschinenfest.de ·

www.deluidspreker.de

www.spectre.be · www.hymen-records.com · www.projekt-nachtplan.de · www.handsproductions.com

www.ant-zen.com · www.cenobytes.nl · www.pflichtkauf.de ·

it all started on a rainy weekend back in october 1999 with a gathering of bands, friends and fans of rhythmic

industrial music in an old bunker in aachen, germany. performing that first maschinenfest were twelve bands from

germany and belgium - and even 2 from the u.s. - who left the almost 500 visitors screaming for more. and more is

what they got!

since that first episode maschinenfest became an annual experience for admirers of a style of music which can't be

put under one label. it comes in many varieties and just as many names. industrial, rhythmic noise, powernoise,

ambient in its many disguises, powerelectronics, breakcore, idm, experimental music, digital hardcore, technoid,

ritual ... you name it and the specific style has had a place on the maschinenfest stage. which is no surprise when

you consider the festival growing from a two evening event amongst friends in a moist aachener bunker into a 3 day

festival with 30 performing acts at the kulturfabrik in krefeld, germany.

this year is the tenth anniversary of maschinenfest and for this year (and this year only!) the happening has been

extended with an extra - fourth - day. and four days also means an incredible line-up with bands coming from all over

the world: germany, america, holland, belgium, canada, japan, ukrain, switserland, spain ... and talk about

international: an inventory of last years ticket-sales showed the audience originated from 30 different countries

from all over the planet!

and why everybody keeps coming back? it can be one of many reasons: the crystal clear pa system which manages

to reproduce the (mostly) electronic sounds perfectly ... the very mildly priced tickets (70 euro for the whole festival -

with a free double cd) ... the incredible lightning system, which seems to be growing each year ... or the before

mentioned music ... the atmosphere or the friendships being built with likeminded people ...

a fact is that from that first weekend in 1999 maschinenfest grew out to be the best known and most visited rhythmic

industrial festival around the world. and not without a reason!

tickets + info: www.maschinenfest.de · info@maschinenfest.de

maschinen-myspace: www.myspace.com/maschinenfest

THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY - KULTURFABRIK KREFELD 2-5 OCTOBER 2008

lineup:

AMBASSADOR 21 + SUICIDE INSIDE, ARCHITECT + ENDUSER, ASCHE / MORGENSTERN +

ARS MORIENDI, BONG-RA, CONFIG SYS + AHNST ANDERS, CONTAGIOUS ORGASM,

EMPUSAE + friends, HYPNOSKULL, HYSTERESIS, IMMINENT, ISZOLOSCOPE +

CAMANECROSZCOPE + AH CAMA-SOTZ, KIRDEC, KLANGSTABIL, KRAKEN, LARVAE,

MILITIA, MIMETIC, MONO NO AWARE, MONOKROM, MONOLITH, MS GENTUR, ORPHX,

P·A·L, PROYECTO MIRAGE, PUNCH INC., RASPUTEEN IN HEAVY LEATHER, ROGER ROTOR

i'm a loose cannon
i'm a loose cannon

neutron_x, our erotic illustrious keyboardist, has a new band.

CHECK IT.


also check the press release here.


also, EGC broke 3000 on the myspace this morning. this pleases me.

leaving for the playa -- if anyone knows someone who might be returning early (fri/sat) and has room for a passenger, please let latemodel know.

i'll be incommunicado till monday -- see you all next week, when i am officially old enough to drink. ;P

I feel much better now.

Tonight after drinking wine to the soothing sounds of Brittney Spears, Darren took me on a whirlwind tour of gay Barcelona, which happens to be a 10 minute walk away. Of course I collected as much media as I could find so that my interior design ideas may blossom anew in my current environment. It shall be a lovely surprise for my housemate's return! Viva la Gay Porn wall!

this will be fun, dammit!

Orin! Look!

It's that weird slimy "secret" passage.

I forgot how much I love Nescafe. Bless the English and their national obsessions. It's like seeing an old friend again, hiding in your cupboard.

Also, apparently Amanda Lear is playing soon. Her poster is plastered on the front of the Cathedral, which is kind of disturbing. She really looks like a drag queen these days, like all ancient bastions of plastic surgery. I just don't know if I have a bit of Hmmm to give to her anymore, although of course now that song lives in my head semi-permanently.

thinking me and shufflebrain will get out early tomorrow morning, we could push through and pack the truck and drive at night, but it doesn't buy us anything, getting some sleep is just much better on all fronts...

And so do I! Thanks for the advice, everyone! :)

Should I buy these chairs and reupholster them? There are 2 of them and
they are $16 each. They appear to be mid-century modern, however there
is no manufacturing mark on them. HALP!

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things on my mind this morning:

am i the only one that thinks all of the mouth-breathing, mush-minded members of the US will look at, "obama-biden" and subconsciously and/or consciously think, "that thar sounds like 'osama bin-laden, i bet they're in with that al quaisadilla feller, TERRORISTS! TERRORISTS RUNNING FER OFFICE! NOT IN MAH CUNTRAY!"

?

i seriously fear the future... and the present.

thanks to sfmusiconline, i've learned that THE SHOGUN OF HARLEM IS DEAD.

this breaks my heart into wee-tiny converse wearing shards. bernie mac, isaac hayes, and now SHO-NUFF.

i'm inclined to think the universe needs them to form some super-force against evil in some alternate plane of existence, and therefore, took them all away from the earth for the greater good of the entire universe.

(INT. DAY- a great hall of a cathedral is brightly illuminated. angels swoop around high above, curtains billow on ethereal wisps of smoke and wind. bernie MAC, isaac HAYES, and SHO-'NUFF stand before a glowing ball of light, squinting, and rummaging in their pockets for their cell-phones. a VOICE emerges from the light, it is a volume that cannot be described, and sounds like the voice of a million people, both male and female, both child and adult.)

VOICE - you have been summoned for a mission.

MAC, HAYES, 'NUFF - (in unison begin protesting, they have projects to work on, tours to plan, and what the fuck is with all the smoke and angels?)

MAC - couldn't you have gotten chris rock?

VOICE - no, he is useless to us, he is only our puppet to keep you feeble humans distracted from the unyielding chaos of the universe. we will never understand your fascination with his large teeth and anal cunnilingus jokes.

HAYES - well, what about me? i just sing and make sweet sweet love.

VOICE - you're a scientologist, aren't you in good with aliens?

(HAYES SAYS NOTHING.)

SHO-'NUFF - who's the masta?

VOICE - not you.

SHO-'NUFF - kiss my converse.

(there is a clap of thunder and a blinding flash of light. SHO-NUFF's converse disappear from his feet, and are replaced with KANGAROOS.)

VOICE - do you have anymore requests?

(SHO-'NUFF says nothing, only shakes his head, "no".)

VOICE - now, you three must be suited with our finest battle attire, time is running short, we trust in your abilities, you will know what to do.

right now, as i type this, bernie mac is fussing with his mithril armor, and hayes is making sweet sweet love to a high elf, and SHO-NUFF is kicking the ever-loving shit out of a GORN with his KANGAROOS, oh yes, he has THE GLOW. hayes then makes sweet sweet love to the GORN.

and with that, i find a tiny bit of solace in my despair.