Friday, August 31, 2007

Labor Day continues- laboriously

Labor Day weekend is our way of celebrating these last few days of glorious warmth. We frolic like it's 1999. Some people get really out of hand. Burning Man, which I have always thought would be fun to attend, is a great place for people to go nuts. It is a party of epic proportions to celebrate art and its creators. (I'm putting this in for the handful of people who have not heard of it) Google "Burning Man" and prepare to be dazzled by the myriad factions of kooks, cults, ravers and loners. I understand that in the past few years it has exploded into a Desert Disneyland of Chaos. Oh, and admission is up to $350 for the week-and don't forget your 150 gallons of water.

This year some "performance artist" burned The Man right out of the gate. What his "piece" may have been in reference to I'm not certain, "impulse control and the arsonist in everyone"? I'm just spitballin' here.
I understand that many artists to refuse to apologize for, or to curtail their creativity in consideration of society- however they should be prepared to have their asses kicked in the name of angry mob performance art. It seems the aforementioned performance (pron. "jerk-off") artist is a self-styled Hunter S. Thompson wannabe. I think that if you really were channeling HST, taking some Vicodin and laying down for a nice little overdose would be more appropriate. Burning The Man, when it was not his art to burn is, to me, unconscionable.
I say kick the m-f**ker's ass all the way across the Nevada desert and leave him to rot in Utah.

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Labor Day Weekend, the end of summer

At last we have reached the end of the summer vacation season! Do I seem happy? well consider this– my house is surrounded by summer rentals. We live at the beach, the place that every yahoo drags his unwashed spawn to frolic for the weekend, every weekend between the end of May and the beginning of September.

We have a constant turnover in this neighborhood. Last week there was a group that brought their jet-skis. When they weren't out on the water terrorizing surfers they were parked outside my window revving their 5000 decibel engines for 15 to 20 minutes at a time– for reasons known only to themselves.

The week before we had a group in the beachfront shack who's kids decided at 11:30 at night to try ghost riding down the street with three pre-pube's in the back seat. I had to rat them out for that one. those dumbass kids wern't setting an appropriate example of good driving behavior for the pee-wees. The life I save might be my own– some day.

I anticipate a big crowd this weekend. Temp's inland are expected to top 100 degrees in some places. Add that to the holiday weekend and you get every slob with a cooler and a car parking his ass on a towel until the sun goes down.

The population of our usually quiet little neighborhood increases by about 650% on some weekends. The parking is terrible and the noise is worse. Every idiot thinks he has to play his crappy music louder than the next guy. And of course somebody always brings fireworks to set off after midnight.

When they leave the entire beach looks like a frickin landfill. Broken beach umbrellas, cheap boogie boards and sand chairs, soiled disposable diapers, huge mounds of cardboard and styrofome packaging from Costco-purchased supplies. Lost shoes, towels, t shirts and toys, and enough bottles and cans to fill a recycling center.

Of course the beach has lots of trash cans, but once someone jams a hefty bag full of pick-nick castoffs into it, it is full. Does the next guy come along, assess the situation and say to himself, "I will need to find another can for my trash"? Crap no, he just dumps his crap on top and walks away! As does the next guy and the next.

Add to that the seagulls, and their love of garbage, soon this stuff is strewn across every square inch of sand. It is just gross to see some of the stuff people leave behind. Ususally there is so much broken glass that we can't walk the dogs without wide detours.

People are such effing pigs, I wish they'd all die in firey car crashes on the drive back home. Maybe that seems a bit severe, but understand this- it is usually January wind storms that sweep away the last of the Labor Day residue from our lovely beaches. So if you come to the beach and seem to be getting vibed by the locals, look around, pick up your trash, take it home with you if the cans are full. If not, you may see a crazed woman chasing you down with a broken umbrella– with the intent of ramming it where the sun doesn't shine- yet.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Hey I found my blog!

I thought that I had bookmarked the thing, but somehow, no, that didn't work. Then I couldn't be bothered to go searching for it- for like a year or so. Then finally I said to myself, "Girl, you left that poor little blog just standing out there alone in the cold dark internet! Go find it and bring it home!"

At that point I found out that Blogger had changed hands, and that I would have to reclaim the thing thru a form process- serves me right.

So now I have reclaimed my original blog. This is my personal crap, different from the other crap I do. My other blog, which I just recently started, deals with the Better Beatles- my old band- with Jay Rosen, Kurt Magnuson and Dave Nordin. That blog is on Yahoo 360. If you are curious you can drop by and check it out at

The one complaint I have regarding that site is that it has kind of wonky email connections between the public page and the user interface. I sent out a load of invitations (don't feel bad if you didn't get one- I probably got just your address wrong) and none of them show up in my mail box, neither do replies. They show up only when I access said mail features thru the blog edit page or within the public page format. Well I suppose that's why they call it "beta".
The upside is that all emails come thru on my phone just fine. "Hooray" for small conveniences!

I guess this entry into my still sniveling long-lost personal-blog is about the stuff that bugs me about my other blog. Rather stupid eh? Well I never did have high hopes for this thing. What can I say, we geminis are a fragmented bunch- at best.