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|Thursday, September 6th, 2007|
I'm sort of deviating away from Livejournal, and making the switch to Blogger. The new link is http://eferol.blogspot.com/
. Yes, I did this before Eric changed his, so no, I'm not just copying to be trendy with the Trio, hee hee.
Doot doot doot.
|Thursday, June 21st, 2007|
It's a spongy feeling: complete saturation. There are no leaks, there is no time for leaks, just absorbing and cleaning up after the messes and moving on. There is a point before utter breakdown, where on the verge of tears I feel like a sponge. Overfull, water molecules straining via capillary action to fill every pore and push out out out on my framework. Post-sob is feeling wrung out, still exasperated but twisted and at least somewhat stress relieved. I've been saturated without wringing for two full weeks, heading into the third and becoming more and more saturated without release. There's no time for release, no good; there is too much to do to submit to pointless heaves and dripping. There's an oil tank to fill, an old electricity bill to pay, money to collect from one deadbeat housemate to pay said bill, collecting money to pay the next and final round of bills and oil tank fillage, a fucking 12-bedroom mansion to clean in hopes of scraping together at least a little return on our deposit, a festival to book, volunteers to wrangle, lusts to manage, a job to work, new housing to find (it's becoming extremely desperate, options keep dropping out from under me, and it's becoming more and more likely that I will have to move back home), and the general basic stresses of just just just living. Period.
There are one thousand strings of embroidery floss in two hundred different colors tied to my back, pulled taut, and I need to cut cut cut.
|accio decision-making skills!
Big ugly decision: Harry Potter #7
comes out the night of July 20. Borders wants three OMSI educators at a few of its locations doing Potions for the event. So cool! It's clear to them to ask me because (1) chem lab! dry ice! cool stuff! and (2) I already have a Hogwarts costume (oh yes). But! It's freaking Harry Potter #7
! The last book! The book to end all books on the subject! I don't really want to spend it at megacorp Borders--I'd much much much rather be at Powell's.
So, doing the coolest science ever for the coolest purpose ever or being selfish and being at the much cooler event just being a normal person? If I did the former, I could trade out a few costume pieces and traipse as Pansy Parkinson instead of unidentifiable Gryffindor student... blargh. I'm feeling selfishish.
|Monday, June 4th, 2007|
I wish I could say that I was productive today, or creative enough to have created all of these from scratch instead of just printing, cutting, and gluing:
|Friday, June 1st, 2007|
|Can we get together? I really, I really want to be with you.
Aerobics, step or strength endurance, is always that much easier when Confessions on a Dancefloor
plays along. That album was destined for those classes.
My reason for class this week:
My new baking goal is new better more of the time. And vegan.
Woo! Nice weather! Woo! Hive season! However, finally a name for my condition: polymorphous light eruption
. Oh fuck, that is SO my new band name.
(More proof that I'm old: Most women first experience PMLE around their mid-30s, or 20-40. I've had it since I was 11. Oh jeez.)
|Monday, May 14th, 2007|
|we could make a movie out of this
Score one for Ebeth and the People's Scientific Education Front of Judea! Trans fats...
And here's a bit about ( numbersCollapse )
that I wrote a few weeks ago when I was heinously stressed about the financial situation of The House but never posted. However, since it's still mostly true and stresses me out a great deal but has since become background stress in the face of New Fantastic Housies, there it goes.
One of SE Washington's most beloved local bands, the Seaworthies (formerly Moon Turn the Tides), have posted the entirety of an early album available for download at their Virb site
(oooh, Virb). I love it.
Bad French in Current Music warning.
|Monday, April 23rd, 2007|
|Apple juice, first ingredient
Discovered earlier on my housemate's bottle of Trader Joe's apple juice:
Official drink of musicians and music-appreciators everywhere?
Upon closer listen, I was a little disappointed by the contents.
|Wednesday, March 21st, 2007|
|this is not a Pity Me
"You are here. This is your choice. (...) There will never be another Right Now. I know you all have ( Those Moments.Collapse )
In short, Jason Anderson
will be in
Los Angeles on March 26,
San Francisco on March 25, and
Olympia on March 22*.
Please go, because the shared experiences were and continue to be exceptional.
(And Golden Boots
are also amazing.)
*Although you are not specifically referenced in this, Colin, I really think you ought to go if you can make it.
|Tuesday, February 27th, 2007|
|re: personal ad prank
The personal ad ended up being for PDX Pop Now! I guess Jen, who placed the ads, does refer to me as Liz sometimes. So, no new dates for me personally, but you should check out the ads here
. I think they're cute. In other PPN news, booking is about to really take off and I'm not sure I know the location of my seatbelt.
In other other news, all ages shows rock because all ages folk don't seem to be as afraid of dancing as their drink-clutching 21+ crowd counterparts, but I think I've said that before.
|Monday, February 12th, 2007|
|personal ad prank?
Umm, I a little confused. About an hour ago I received a confirmation e-mail from the Willamette Week that pretty much read, "Dear Liz, thank you for your personal ad submission. You'll get your box code in the mail soon and we'll contact you in the next two days if we require payment."
No one calls me Liz but my family, and they definitely didn't do it. No one in my house did it (well, Lahela looked guilty, but she was also high), so... I'm a little lost. I can't find the ad (yet) to know if it was flattering or malicious, and I'm torn between writing back to tell them that it wasn't me and waiting to see if or what kind of response I get. If I get charged, I'll definitely have it removed, but... hmm. Current Mood: weirded out
|can't hide it
I want to see a full, live Final Fantasy
set real bad. Is it worth paying $32.45 ($25 + $7.45 service charge) to see him open for Bloc Party
at the Crystal Ballroom? I can afford it, but I don't know if it will be worth the dinero.
Wow, I feel real 7th grade.
Ummmmmm, the album version of Song Song Song is amazing.
|Saturday, February 10th, 2007|
|snag lag hag greg egg frag
I just WOOOd excessively loudly because Ruth Lingen, former printmaking professor, is listed as a printer in the caption for a Chuck Close print in my art museum membership mag rag tag bag stag gag brag. Should Seattle's SAM and Portland's PAM hook up in this great heteronormative media world? I wish people would actually call it PAM.
I just bought camphor to make a Fitzroy Storm Glass
tomorrow--weather chemistry is awesome!
|Friday, February 9th, 2007|
|Tuesday, January 30th, 2007|
It is never a good thing when your piece of dried mango tastes a little like dried fish.
I fear I'm being sucked into an abyss... I watch Doctor Who
with such passion that I have immense sympathy for the Daleks (Tom Baker
just taught me about their genesis! Oh, Dalek!) and we've started playing Dungeons & Dragons at work because we have such geeky professions, we thought it silly that only a few of us had it in our history. Our Dungeon Master (from the tech lab) wrote his masters' thesis on it. I am a gnome bard who's skills so far include performance-comedy and hiding. We had a craft night last week to make our dice bags, and this week we start the game. Oh dear.
If I don't mention it enough, PDX Pop Now!
is amazing. It is a group of such passionate people, it intimidates me a lot. I'm in love with it.
Newish bands for you to look into if you don't already: Pocket Parade
(Blowish, Architecture in Helsinkiish, Jason Anderson/the Rabbitsish), Binary Dolls
(I'm professional, I'm professional! You're all amateurs, you're amateurs!), and Menomena
I've also become a little impressed with this thing called Grabb.It
, which is a little like Last.fm
, but it compiles songs from all over the web into one giant iTunes-like player. the only problem is that you can't browse/change pages and continue to listen to the same song.
|Sunday, January 21st, 2007|
|the right to bare arms
Me: dancing like a crazyface at my work holiday ball/party/thingy
T.G. (Indian volunteer), watching me: "Oh, American freedom! God bless America! American freedom, oh yes, bless freedom!"
|Tuesday, January 16th, 2007|
|hot and cold
Yes, oh huzzah, it snowed today! I am very sure that I was the first person to witness it in the house (or at least be fully cognizant of it) as I left for work at 6:30am to get to OMSI to load the last three trucks that took away all the final pieces of the Star Wars exhibit. (It's heading next to LA, you California folk.) "They" closed the museum today and tried to kick us out, but we had a deadline. So they turned off the heat and we loaded huge crates and rolling pallets in the freezing cold, but luckily we got done early. Not wanting to wait for a bus, I walked home and after dorking around and changing out of wet/hot clothes, made myself a delicious burned grilled pepper jack sandwich and the following, which I have been downing delightfully for the past 30 minutes:Chai Hot Chocolate (my interpretation of an old Walla Walla discovery)
2 c. soy milk
1/2 tsp vanilla
3-4 Tbsp. sugar
4 Tbsp. cocoa powder (I used half regular and half dark--so nice!)
1-2 tea bags Chai tea
Heat soy milk in a saucepan over low heat. Add sugar and salt and stir until dissolved. Add vanilla. Add cocoa powder with extremely thorough stirring. Seep tea bags until hot chocolate is sufficiently infused to taste. Makes 1-3 servings, depending on how well you share. One of my new favorite accessories to this is a triple gingersnap, well soaked in the beverage.
According to story no. 6 of Doctor Who ("The Aztecs"), sharing a cup of hot chocolate with someone is like proposing to to them. The poor Doctor, he had no idea what he was getting himself into!
|Friday, January 12th, 2007|
The other day while I was waiting for the bus after work, a Hispanic/Latino man with no teeth told me that I was beautiful.
Later, when I was on the bus, I saw two people, 11 blocks apart, almost be hit by cars.
Sometimes I think my job isn't as cool as I think it is, but it really is. I don't think I say that often enough, or I say it too often. In February we are having an OMSI people D&D party, because most of us need to up our red geek cell count.
I found my cousin Ben's website here
. He had a few pieces at a nearby gallery, and when I went to check them out after Xmas, the fellow there gave me the very last copy of the free calendar that features Benny's art.
I've recently re-discovered that no matter how crappy I feel, after I go swimming I feel so totally blissful that no one's tragic, dominative moods can get to me at all.
We just confirmed our venue and dates for PDX Pop Now!, so sometime in the next three days I will begin booking.
Someday I will rant about little girls and princess shirts.
I have worked 119 hours in 15 days. Thirty-nine of those hours are overtime, which means payment equivalent to time-and-a-half. Next week I am going to buy a larger bed. Sadly, with all those extra hours, I did not get to handle any of the artifacts--no Wookiees, no costumes, no Landspeeder. The closest was spotting the rolling of an AAT into a crate. While all the other ladies did artifacts, I helped the men build crates and pull down heavy signs. I suppose that as beautiful as I am, I am not so delicate or graceful as a Han Solo costume.
|Saturday, December 16th, 2006|
Hello. My computer was not working in my house for a long time and it stressed me out, but now it's working in the house just fine and I have internet set up and all that fun stuff. The house is crazy, the kitchen is messy, I have the best, most satisfying job in the world (cornstarch is amazing here
), and all in all, I'm mostly content with life. With a house of 12 people, it's hard for me to get anything done because there is always something going on. I still haven't moved all the way into my room, but I need to get that shit done this weekend because HOLY CRAP! Xtina is going to stay with me Tues-Thurs, and possibly Stefan and Danny, too. Wow, I haven't seen Stefan in over a year. Wow.
This is my quick plug for Quinn and Kara's web comic
. I am mostly doing a plug because there is one panel where Kara has a cat on her head and her ever-present big cleavage and it makes me squee a little in a cute happy way. Awwwwwwwwww.
I love this weather because it is so delightfully Portland but hate it because it means I only go to venues within walking distance, thus limiting shows to the Doug Fir and Holocene so far, but in theory also includes Acme and Rotture (the new Loveland). I need new music and feel like I'm going stale. I love PDX Pop Now and our mission and our whole fuck the whole OLCC thing and yay all ages, all-inclusive venues, but I feel like a hypocrite when I get frustrated about things to do or places to go when hanging out with the 21- double fun buns. Maybe this really just gives me greater personal justification for the cause.
This coming week is Glamour Week at my house. It's eight days (ok, not all of these kids passed elementary school) of dressing to the nines, drinking fancy, and walking to the grocery store. So I bought four new colors of eyeliner, ha. A few of us went out for beeries last night, and one of my housemates (who is a couple years younger than me and getting married in 6 months) told me that he thinks I'll be the next one from the house to get married, and this bothered me all day. Yeah, I don't know to whom either.No New Year's Eve plans?
Then plan on spending it at Thug Mansion/Amizot/Falcor/Gnarsville/Trouble
d Home for Former Girls. You wear the pants, we bring the dance, too many is never enough.
PS--We're looking for a roommate to move in ASAP. The room is about 12' square with two huge windows and an excellent view of the westside lights.
|Thursday, November 2nd, 2006|
Halloween was amazing. Running around the neighborhood around Reed College as a hermit crab with an octopus, a bear, and a bride was ridiculous and followed by an evening at Holocene, watching Fleshtone (http://www.myspace.com/fleshtonemusic
) while dressed as a Kissing Booth with Valley of the Dolls as my companion. I looked pretty hot to say the least.
And I made $13! (Kisses were $0.50 each, or two for $0.75, but most people paid me a dolloar, or if they had no money I took jokes and stories in exchange.)
I don't have any pictures from the night, but if I had one to post, it would be the one that I think someone took at the show of Dennis Driscoll (http://www.myspace.com/dennisdriscoll
) leaning in to sing "Tea Time, A-Z Time" to me. He was my #1
Yeah, what?! [insert bewildered expression here]
|Tuesday, October 24th, 2006|