9.11.06
Today. god. I guess it is par for the course that today be intense. god. I think maybe lists work better.
-how much do I love CBS for sticking it to the fuckin' ABC network for airing their shit of a 'docu-drama'? Granted, I can't really call it shit without being phony since I didn't watch it, but all I gotta do is get the replay from my parents, who called it informative, and know that it is shit. Also, granted, thanks to CBS but really thanks to football, since that is what most Americans watched on teevee last night. But thank you to CBS all the same for airing "9/11", which you can watch in its entirety at CBS.com. It's a real documentary made by two French guys and you probably saw it already but I hadn't b/c I was absent from this country for 9/11 and post.
-how much do I hate that my parents subscribe to ALL Republican propaganda, no matter where it comes from?
-but I have to put all that aside on days like today because my mom got her gallbladder taken out. I called before the operation but then didn't get around to calling tonight, post.
-the reason I didn't get around to it is because I was in the hospital visiting D's friend's nephew, who was shot SEVEN TIMES after fighting at some club here in town, apparently winning the fight but losing the war, so to speak. poor guy. Enrique. He is only about 16 or 17. And nobody speaks English, so the doctors can only communicate with them some of the time and god. God. We helped, though, stayed for a while, and incidentally paid attention to when Enrique kept saying he was so cold, turned out he had a 102 degree fever and is pushing for pneumonia, with one collapsed lung and too drugged up to do the breathing thing and walking thing that will make him get better. But still! SEVEN times! He will have four bullets in his chest forever.
-My friends had a baby today. Eva James Hogan. I think that's how you spell Brian's last name. This whole time they thought she was a boy. I'm very happy for them. (A big shout out to all you pregnant ladies, hey, ho! There are a lot of y'all, and I love you!)
-We are selling shoes this weekend at a booth at the Cooper Young Festival and we are not entirely ready. By not entirely I mean not much more than we have the shoes, and we have a canopy tent. I still need to print up business cards, put up a temporary informational page at sanmiguelshoe.com, and create a hi-res graphic of the logo to take to kinko's and print out all big-like. A lot to do in three days, but I work well under pressure! The beauty of a true procrastinator! Bring it on bitches
-I said a prayer today. I don't pray that much, but today I did, when I was sitting in that hospital room, trying not to bump into the tube sucking blood from E's lungs. When I was little and staying with Dot-Dot and George, summers, Dot-Dot would tuck me in and say my prayers with me. Or, make me say my prayers. the typical one, 'now I lay me down to sleep...' and always ended with 'God bless Mommy and Dot-Dot and George and Tutu and Ashes and whomever else I decided needed blessing that night. So tonight I just sort of mentally blessed all the people, so many people who need to be blessed. All those people who died. And Enrique. Enrique needs a kiss on his forehead from his mama but she is in Mexico and he is here, trying to be a big man.
-how much do I love CBS for sticking it to the fuckin' ABC network for airing their shit of a 'docu-drama'? Granted, I can't really call it shit without being phony since I didn't watch it, but all I gotta do is get the replay from my parents, who called it informative, and know that it is shit. Also, granted, thanks to CBS but really thanks to football, since that is what most Americans watched on teevee last night. But thank you to CBS all the same for airing "9/11", which you can watch in its entirety at CBS.com. It's a real documentary made by two French guys and you probably saw it already but I hadn't b/c I was absent from this country for 9/11 and post.
-how much do I hate that my parents subscribe to ALL Republican propaganda, no matter where it comes from?
-but I have to put all that aside on days like today because my mom got her gallbladder taken out. I called before the operation but then didn't get around to calling tonight, post.
-the reason I didn't get around to it is because I was in the hospital visiting D's friend's nephew, who was shot SEVEN TIMES after fighting at some club here in town, apparently winning the fight but losing the war, so to speak. poor guy. Enrique. He is only about 16 or 17. And nobody speaks English, so the doctors can only communicate with them some of the time and god. God. We helped, though, stayed for a while, and incidentally paid attention to when Enrique kept saying he was so cold, turned out he had a 102 degree fever and is pushing for pneumonia, with one collapsed lung and too drugged up to do the breathing thing and walking thing that will make him get better. But still! SEVEN times! He will have four bullets in his chest forever.
-My friends had a baby today. Eva James Hogan. I think that's how you spell Brian's last name. This whole time they thought she was a boy. I'm very happy for them. (A big shout out to all you pregnant ladies, hey, ho! There are a lot of y'all, and I love you!)
-We are selling shoes this weekend at a booth at the Cooper Young Festival and we are not entirely ready. By not entirely I mean not much more than we have the shoes, and we have a canopy tent. I still need to print up business cards, put up a temporary informational page at sanmiguelshoe.com, and create a hi-res graphic of the logo to take to kinko's and print out all big-like. A lot to do in three days, but I work well under pressure! The beauty of a true procrastinator! Bring it on bitches
-I said a prayer today. I don't pray that much, but today I did, when I was sitting in that hospital room, trying not to bump into the tube sucking blood from E's lungs. When I was little and staying with Dot-Dot and George, summers, Dot-Dot would tuck me in and say my prayers with me. Or, make me say my prayers. the typical one, 'now I lay me down to sleep...' and always ended with 'God bless Mommy and Dot-Dot and George and Tutu and Ashes and whomever else I decided needed blessing that night. So tonight I just sort of mentally blessed all the people, so many people who need to be blessed. All those people who died. And Enrique. Enrique needs a kiss on his forehead from his mama but she is in Mexico and he is here, trying to be a big man.