Living in Oakland means being ok with folks doing donuts in the intersection by your house in the middle of the day, even tho you swear you saw one of them waving a gun from the passenger-side window. Chaos is ever-present here, and at least no shots were fired.
2. Got into a heavy Facebook-message argument/discussion with a coworker regarding hurt feelings and unhappiness.
3. Found out that work-related paperwork I was told yesterday I didn't need to do I do in fact need to do, like nownownow, so spent 6 hours doing said paperwork. (Which actually might not even be necessary.)
4. Achieved literally nothing on my to-do list.
5. Haven't had time to eat since 9am.
6. While heading out to run an errand discovered my car's oil pan is cracked, no oil left in car, repair needed nownownow, going to be oh about $400. So car is now at mechanic's. I think I have a ride home?
I needed a drink somewhere between #2 & #3.
(Oh, I forgot the mild bout of food poisoning I had before I officially started my day. Honestly, that was nothing compared to what followed.)
7. Watched a gut-wrenching film about torture & genocide and cried a whole hell of a lot. ("The Act of Killing." All of the intensity. Extremely good.)
8. Learned that an old friend is dead of a heart attack at the age of 39. What. WHAT. I.... don't have words for emotions right now.
for that feeling I get the day after I decide to skip a show or performance and then I hear that it was amazing and I realize if I'd gone I'd have heartwarming dazzling memories when now all I have is a vague feeling of disappointment.
So, I'm currently obsessed with George Harrison. Or, rather, the memory of George Harrison that people hold in their minds. Craig introduced me to the Scorsese documentary "Living in the Material World," I introduced it to Vince, and all of us agree it's a wonderfully rewarding glimpse at the life of a fascinating man. Lots of interviews with his friends and bandmates. I've always thought Ringo Starr was kindof a doofus, and while I still mostly feel that, his recollection of his last visit with George makes me cry every time. Gosh, Ringo is a human being? Who knew?!
By that same token, this performance makes me feel sad/happy/amazed every time I see or hear it. The YouTube clip cuts out his introduction, but in the original concert footage he talks about writing this song with George, and how the meaning has changed now. Can you imagine singing this to or about one of your oldest friends in front of a sold out crowd at the Albert Hall a year after his death? Whaaa. Rehearsals must've been a bitch. But this is one of the things I LOVE about music - with what other art form can you pay homage to your fellow artist in such an emotional and public manner?
I'm pretty much addicted to watching & listening to the entirety of The Concert for George right now, but this performance is really wonderful. And yeah, Ringo is still a goof, bless him.
In the package with the other photos is a black and white from the 50's of Florence in a wool suit and a hat with a veil standing at the rail of an ocean liner. She and Ruth put all the money they had into a ticket for her to go to Europe and even though it was the most incredible trip she'd ever taken she looks miserable in the picture. The veil is down over her face, almost to her lips that are thick with lipstick and she's wearing kidskin gloves but not waving. She looks very tight and cold to me in this picture but they hung it in their house for years: Ruth liked how smart Flo looked but Aunt Florence would stand in front of it, holding my hand (even though I was home on leave for the third and last year) and say, "Beetle, I keep it because it reminds me of when I was less frightened of running and being alone than of staying and loving." She turned to me, one hand on her hip. "Now isn't that incredible, to think that it's less scary to have a lousy relationship than a good one? That intimacy is more terrifying than loneliness. God, the world is so crazy, Beetle. It's like saying garbage is more delectable than food." Well, I stood in front of that photo with her, looking up at her glowing face, then back at the picture of that sunken young thing and it seemed her face now wasn't wrinkled by age, just stretched from being so open. I thought about my latest crush in the barracks and how good Florence's choice seems to have been (after all, here was the home and the warmth and Ruth lounging on the sofa throwing cashews to the dog), but I looked back at that picture, those eyes big and scared and I knew that's where I was, a veil over my face. I turned from my aunt and thought, Oh Jesus, somebody send me a ticket and point me towards the ocean.
It is a trifecta. My other favorite band (I think there are only three that can claim this title) Holy Fuck have announced a new album (for release in May). Which should mean a new visit to SF. Which makes this year the best ever ever.
Here they are in Japan. Being amazing. Big smiles and bouncy people: a classic Holy Fuck experience. Seeing them at Bottom of the Hill in 2009 was one of the best moments of the year for me, and one of the best shows I've ever seen.
Found out today that Josh Ritter and Rufus Wainwright are about to release new albums. Ritter of course has an amazing pre-release package that I have to buy, Wainwright is making up for the lack of merch by singing with the SF Symphony in November. But Ritter will be in town soon, or so his newsletter guy tells me. And I think Holy Fuck will be releasing an album this year (finally) so if they tour here I can basically close up shop on this year and call it good. I'm crazy-happy about all this. Last year was shitsville all 'round, this year, regarding entertainment quality at least, is stunning. (And everything else about it is pretty damn fine so far, too, but don't count your chickens, etc.)
Here's M. Ritter singing a love song to a ship. Heard him play this last time he was in town.... it's off the new album. (Not released 'til May! And I can't download it illegally because I want to be above-board with this dude!)
Hey, guy who left randomly patronizing comment on my posted item on Facebook:
What the fuck?! Just because you have kids doesn't mean you can talk to me like one (good lord, am I saying that at 32?!) I post stuff because I enjoy it - you really don't need to crap all over my excitement. You really don't need to if you aren't going to actually listen to more than 5 seconds of the music I post.
And I've met you maybe 10 times, all in a retail setting. Yeah, we both like Science, but you have no right to say in a public forum that you "love [me] dearly." Lucky for you it comes off more patronizing than creepy.
A lot of the time, at any rate. Being able to email my doctor is such a wonderful thing.
I sent him a note over the weekend expressing a couple of concerns, and got this reply today:
Hi Ms. Gay:
Not a problem at all.
I put the order in for the ----.
For your labwork, you don't need an appointment or any paperwork. Simply show up to the lab and when you register everything will be in the computer system. Non-fasting.
You can go to any Kaiser lab in Northern California.
The rx for the ---- I sent to the fabiola 1 pharmacy. It'll be ready later today. They're open until 8:30 pm.
He was a friend of a friend, but from the moments I spent with him, and everything I knew about him, I can say that he was a wonderfully sweet and funny kid. He had a good heart and a radiant personality.
He meant so much to the people who knew him; every time I think of his death I cry. Please visit the website and consider a donation to help with funeral costs.
I just discovered (post application) that my TJ's stir fry sauce contains "oyster extract."
I'll still eat my dinner, but now all I can think about are oysters being squeezed for their juices.
(I suppose oysters probably rate about as highly as carrots on the mental acuity scale.... but they're still animals and therefor not usually consumed by yours truly.)