The first three words that came to my mind when I read this week's prompt: Occupy Wall Street ( Read more... )

Winterfest pictures.

Here are a bunch of pictures from May that I never managed to upload. I'll post the June pictures in another post:

( Cats )

This is the second roll of film from the four-frame camera. I used the roll of film that came free with the camera, and my pictures were returned with a note which basically said "sorry these suck, but you used crappy film." I honestly don't think they're that bad. You be the judge:

( Kara )

These pictures run from Winterfest 2005 through March of 2006. That's when I broke up with Rob (which means that's when I stuffed everything into the closet), although I'm not really sure what happened to the next couple of rolls of film from after the breakup. If I ever unearth them, I'll post them.

At any rate, the pictures:

( Winterfest 2005: FarMaria, Cris, Thrasher and Erok )

The pictures:

( Me and Debbie on our birthday* )

I. September 27

September 27th is a lot of things. It's Vince and Rebecca's anniversary. It's Liz Shepard's birthday. It's also Douglas P's birthday. You remember Doug. He's the shit who once told me he would be "all over me if [I wasn't] so fat." I read that line aloud once at a journal reading performance. It got him booed ( Read more... )

Yep yep. End of the day farming at Healcrest Community Farm and I stepped on a rusty nail -- went clean through my shoe and right into my foot. Big fun. Riccardo took me to the hospital and they gave me a tetanus shot, a pain shot and a cane. Three fucking hours. But at least Duck Soup was on the TV in the waiting room -- the scene with Harpo ( Read more... )

Arrgh. So this is the third time I've tried to update my journal today. The first was erased when I accidentally unhooked the phone cord from my computer, and I just obliterated the second attempt when I tried to Google a link for it.

So anywayI've been online for the last hour or so job hunting, and having my usual minimal success. I really want ( Read more... )

Well, sometime during the second or third song of the evening, the guy sitting next to me managed to spill his beer onto the mixing board, effectively turning tonight's benefit into an acoustic night. Phat Mandee, the consummate professional, continued with her set anyway. Now the sound guy's making frantic cell phone calls and Vince has given up ( Read more... )