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February 24, 2004
Wicked Little Town
I'd just like to state for the record that I was not among those on Saturday who grabbed Luva's. . ., wait, TranceJen is on Diaryland. No one reads that. Never mind.
I think I met them on the back porch during the intermission at the reading. Quoting one of my first blogish sort of thingee entries from November, 1998 (I fuckin' represent the Old Skool):
Listening to Sister Soleil's first cd. Almost typed album, dating myself. I rather like it. Could not begin to explain why, even if I was capable of stringing together thoughts at the moment. Also wondering where the hell I know Stella from, or think I know her from. My brain has the wonderful habit for forgetting people I only met two days ago, but at any moment will helpfully point out that Eve Plum played Jan, and Ann B. Davis was Alice. I should have the damn thing replaced.
My syntax has not improved over the years, but I felt editing it would be wrong. Did add a link, since I wasn't very good at that sort of thing back then. Yes, Sister Soleil was fronted by Stella Soleil (or Katsoudas, if you want to be like that); saw her/them play a show with My Scarlet Life (not to be confused with Scarlet Life, which I also seemed to have killed with my uncontrollable mutant band-destroying powers) at 7th Street Entry in Minneapolis with personas un-non grata Chris and Dan, um, five and change years ago, going by the date on that entry. Which I'm not linking, because it's all quite embarrasing.
This is my pre-coffee syntax, by the way. I have no idea why I'm up at four in the morning either, seeing as my new temp assignment doesn't start until 8.
My previous assignment ended last Thursday. I found this out when I arrived there Friday morning, as no one had bothered telling me that, you know, ended the previous day. That, and I hadn't checked voice messages, so there's lots of blame to spread around, but shouldn't I always be the victim/hero of my own narratives here?
No, I suppose not. Almost as boring to read as it would be to write. . .
Anyway, it wasn't all bad. I got to meet Dawn “Sam” Alden of Babes With Blades, who I realized after I left for the last time on Friday morning still had my copy of the Fray trade paperback. And there's a funny story Dwayne McDuffie could tell you, but I'll pay him quite a bit of money not to.
If I had quite a bit of money. Erm.
Any road up, everyone think Good Thoughts in Tara's direction on that whole Illinois Bar Exam thing.
Still haven't bothered writing the About Me/This Site page, because I can't type "former erotica model" without looking at the phrase, trying to think of a better way of wording it, considering not mentioning it, realizing this would make it look like I was treating the experience as a Dirty Little Secret, then deciding that what's needed is more coffee.
Now, for example. What's needed is more coffee.
Update: Um, mentioned the Good Thoughts for Tara because I'm not entirely sure she's joking about blaming me if she doesn't manage to pass on the first attempt, which according to the graph in that link 85% of first-time takers do. And I really don't need more pissed-off busty redheads in my life. Although that one shoot where Heather tied me up -- that's a member's-only link, sorry -- was really. . . you know, I should buy a larger French press, because this 12 ounces obviously isn't cutting it.
Oh, and I note that my partner in, um, smut, Elise, is listed on the Flowers for Al and Don donations page. And mentioned having done so on her LiveJournal, which clearly I should read more often.
Perhaps one of those 32 oz. jobs, you think?
A few places there where I re-wrote a sentence to break up links, rather than having two of them right next to each other. Shouldn't make a difference, as the current style sheet/design (thanks again, Michelle, and TLaKD is coming soon, I promise, and I really mean it this time) should make it clear, but it feels wrong. Could write something about form determining content, but there's that whole not quite awake thing to be dealt with first. And I'm not entirely certain I'll have 'net access at the new assignment, and probably don't want to be dropping by here posting things even if I do. It's quite a bit further from the Apple Store, so guess I won't even have the option of doing things from there over lunch. Um. Will check for nearby WiFi access locations once I get the laptop back from the shop.
Could I convert a Big Gulp cup into a French press somehow? I think that would just about do it.
Update 2: I forget these things, and probably should have mentioned this earlier in the entry; depending on where you work, some of those links may not be entirely safe.
There's also some half-formed rambling about how right-wingers aren't so much frightened of homosexuality as sexuality full stop, and open discussion of same is a better way of confronting them than just the typical 'net method of confrontation through flame war.
And also about alternaporn, dialogue between the producer and consumer (use of these words themselves an indication of how half-formed the notion is, because they're making me cringe), albeit mediated through the 'net with all the distancing that implies, and how the Playboy.com/Suicide Girls arrangement might could reduce or eliminate that dialogue between the models and the people viewing them from Playboy's site rather than their own SG page(s), but since I haven't perfected the Big Gulp press, that's going to have to wait. . .
Posted by Aaron at February 24, 2004 04:21 AM
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0930, and already one of those mornings:
re: form determinging content, Yes! Yes! [in a Dean Moriarty sort of way]
re: producer/consumer: Nawgh- you just haven't read enough neomarxist theory lately...
re: PB/SG: as I understand it, one SG will be featured in each eissue- do we know if she has a say in that?
Wow- I been readin since the beginning. Sorta odd, that.
Posted by: neogrammarian at February 24, 2004 08:27 AM
You know, I was going to ask if you were who I thought you were, but I didn't want to be all, "Hey, are you Aaron, That Uppity Negro?" Something about that exchange would have been pretty wrong, unless I had added, "I'm TranceJen, That Porch Honky.". But now I see that you're a domain snob, and therefore I am giving you the finger. Thbbt.
Posted by: Trance at February 24, 2004 08:28 AM
It was nice meeting you too, Trance. Which vegan cookbook are you having a look at? Keep meaning to get Garden of Vegan, or How It All Vegan, or both. . .
Neo, I started a reply and it grew into an entry. Stop doing that.
Posted by: Aaron at February 24, 2004 07:06 PM
I want to get How It All Vegan, too. This one is The Complete Vegan Cookbook. Not bad. I am still looking for the ultimate vegan dessert, though, and I have yet to find it. Suggestions?
Posted by: Trance at February 24, 2004 10:00 PM
3 cups flour
2 cups sugar
6 tablespoons cocoa
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups water
3/4 cup vegetable oil
2 tablespoons vinegar
2 teaspoons vanilla
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix dry ingredients first. Once the mixture is even, mix in wet ingredients. Continue mixing until you obtain an even batter (no lumps). Pour into a cake pan and bake for approximately 40 minutes.
Or something like that; there's couple variations out there. It's the vinegar always sticks in my mind.
Posted by: Aaron at February 25, 2004 01:48 AM
OK, I made a version of this before (think I got the recipe from Heather, now that I think about it), and it tasted like poo.
I will give you the benefit of the doubt and give it another shot, though. Maybe I added too much vinegar last time. All I remember is that even my cat, who eats anything, wouldn't touch it.
Posted by: Trance at February 25, 2004 11:39 AM