01/11/05 01:28 - ID#22952
Snow Already!
On Sunday I went cross country skiing in Delaware park: around Hoyt lake, up by the David and the expressway, down the hill and back around to the dog park. It was icy, muddy, and blades of grass were showing through. But it was still fun, and I didn't die the next day from painful thighitis. But the next morning all the snow was gone again. Since skiing is about the only excercise I get all year, it's becoming an (in)convenient excuse that you can't ski without snow.
I was in Ellicottville on New Years and I wanted to go to Allegheny to ski with my boy Matt. I called the park to see if they were renting skis on New Years day and the lady said "There's no snow on the mountain" and I said, well can you rent snow shoes at least and she was all like, "There's no snow" as if to say, what part of that didn't you understand? So instead of skiing on dirt, and due to the nervousness from Matt meet the fam, I got ripping drunk in a house full of twelve-steppers and puked in my sister's guest room. Fun! See, if there had just been snow we could have avoided a very embarrassing situtation. Luckily twelve-steppers are the best people for nursing a hang-over-- plenty of experience.
Tomorrow, Wednesday, I'll be screening my short movie at Squeaky Wheel. That's part of why Sebastian is coming up. That and because at Christmas time he sent me a 144-page letter! He spent a month filling a blank book with his adventures, observations, and memories of our friendship-- journal entries just for me. So we have a lot to talk about. Plus he wants to support my forays into movie making. Anyone is welcome to come too to see the final results of my Keys Train Brain, I mean, Brian, movie, called "Duplicates". It should start around 8 pm.
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11/18/04 06:00 - ID#22951
Trains on the Brains
Here are some still shots from the video we made. I would put up a Quicktime movie, but alas, no Quicktime. And I can't get the mp3 of the sounds small enough right now. 100K!?
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11/13/04 01:08 - ID#22950
Pseudoephedrine Twitch
So the way I've been coping with it is of course to chug bottles of cough syrup. Active ingredients, dextromethorphan (robotripping, anyone?), guaifenesin (an "expectorant" (what a beautiful word for spitting)), and good old pseudoephedrine. Ah, pseudo-ephedrine. Drink enough of it, and there's very little "pseudo" about it. It's speed, people, pure go-juice, and it's making me twitchy, itchy, and tingly. Not to mention kinda spastic. But maybe those are all the same ways of saying I can't hold still or concentrate.
And I can't hardly sleep at all, even though sleep would probably help me recover from this illness. But if I don't take the cough syrup, I cough all night long, and if I do, I lay in bed wound up for about an hour before I slip into a shallow sleep broken by erratic and unsettling dreams.
Then this morning, about 6 am, my phone rang, and I came to just as my machine was picking up. The caller didn't leave a message. I was wide awake in an instant. Ever since Maria disappeared, I fear calamity's around every corner, so a phone call at dawn was a little unsettling, in and of itself. I got out of bed and star 69'ed. The number was blocked.
Back to bed. Laying there I kind of felt like Maria was close and watching me, and I asked her to go away till morning. I wondered what her body looked like when they found her in the lake. I shivered. My throat felt raw and scratchy. My eyes were dry.
The phone rang again. This time I threw the covers back and walked blindly but deliberately as possible to the phone in the living room.
"Hello," I said kind of anxiously. What was I expecting? The police? A distraught friend caught at dawn in some kind of horrible cycle?
A man's voice I didn't recognize said "Holly?" in a low tone.
"Yes. Who is this?"
And then, like he was asking to borrow a cup of sugar, "I was wondering if I could cum inside you."
I hung up the phone. I was standing naked in the dark in the living room and suddenly I felt very vulnerable, cold, and painfully alone. I walked back to my bedroom, avoiding the windows, and put a nightgown on. Then I went over to the window, pulled the curtain back and peered out like some old suspicious woman. There was no one out there, but I still felt watched.
I turned on the light and sat down on the couch, lighting a cigarette and quivering. My nasal passages were dried out from the cough syrup abuse, so I could hear my breath whistling in and out of my sinuses.
The phone rang again in about 15 minutes. I let the machine pick up. Nothing. Then the same thing again, immediately after. Nothing again. I smoked some more and watched infomercials till the sun came up, then crawled back under my now-cold covers. I lay there curled in a ball, listening to the little shifts and tics of the building, imagining footsteps, trying to unclench my muscles.
Today I looked myself up in the phone book, running my twitching finger down then rows of first names under Johnson until I landed on my own first name, and address. I tried to imagine myself as a stranger would. What about those five black letters would make you want to call me in the middle of the night, sex crazed and persistent? Is it because my name seems young? Or pretty? Or maybe there isn't any reason at all, and phone stalkers are as arbitrary as everything else in the universe seems to be. How's that for a grand theory?
I wish I wasn't so twitchy and distracted by this. I wish I wasn't sick and could sleep as l
ong as I want in utter safety in clean flannel sheets with everyone I love beside me. I wish there was a way, some guaranteed way, to keep the outside out, and the inside in.
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11/05/04 05:09 - ID#22949
I'm goin' where there's no depression
No Depression In Heaven
For fear the hearts of men are failing,
For these are latter days we know
The Great Depression now is spreading,
God's word declared it would be so
   I'm going where there's no depression,
   To the lovely land that's free from care
   I'll leave this world of toil and trouble,
   My home's in Heaven, I'm going there
In that bright land, there'll be no hunger,
No orphan children crying for bread,
No weeping widows, toil or struggle,
No shrouds, no coffins, and no death
This dark hour of midnight nearing
And tribulation time will come
The storms will hurl in midnight fear
And sweep lost millions to their doom
I searched for a free mp3 of it, but no luck. There are some samples online that you should hear, it's such a beautiful song. I would love to spend some time doing research on Depression era music. To us the puns seem labored maybe, depression/Depression, but back then they really meant it. For example, we think "Pennies from Heaven" is a cute song today, but during the Dust Bowl Depression days, who knows... Rain and pennies were luxuries worth singing about then.
I guess we're all in a bit of a depression now. (e:soyeon), I'm gonna call you on the phone and find out what's going on with you! You sound so sad! [inlink]soyeon,141[/inlink]
So I'm off for the weekend to where there's no depression... and no I don't mean heaven. In fact, it is pretty depressed in my rural home town, the landscape dotted by tiny run down houses and dwindling farms, no jobs to be had, too many bars and even more churches. But it's where my momma is, so I'm running home to her for some country style momma love, to recover from my own depression. I'm bringing a video camera with me to document her and my back yard forest. Hopefully I'll catch up with everyone again when I get back, reinvigorated for the rest of the year. Hopefully.
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11/04/04 01:09 - ID#22948
Start Practicing...
Official Lyrics of O Canada!
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
Or you could read this editorial on Commondreams.org by Sarah Anderson called "Ten Reasons Not to Move to Canada"
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11/04/04 01:01 - ID#22947
Maria
I can't really say what I'm feeling about the whole thing. When I found out I sobbed in this really surprised gasping way, just fighting against the reality of it. From now on, for the rest of our lives, Maria will always be gone. I can picture her in my living room watching old movies, I still have messages from her jotted down on the notepad by my phone, and my travel mug is probably still in her car. The last time we talked she said she would drop it off at my place.
You know, as someone who is very melodramatic and prone to some pretty self-pitying fits of depression, I've often talked and thought about suicide. My friend last night was saying how mourning is the most selfish act, beacuse it's all about the loss of the living, and not the suffering of the dead. But now I see how selfish suicide is. Maria stole herself from us, stole herself from herself. I'm reading a book she gave me, Bergson's Time and Free Will, but it is a poor substitute for her conversations, her mind, the intonations of her voice. She may have been found, but I'll always keep asking, "Maria, where are you?"
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Location: Buffalo, NY
10/28/04 11:23 - ID#22946
Oh yeah, yesterday was my birthday
So yesterday was my 29th birthday, and I didn't really tell anyone. I spent the day running around trying to get things done, worrying about Maria, and stressing about being overcommitted. I've signed up to do a short performance for the cabaret this weekend, just to keep busy, so of course I'm trying to get a million things together for it. I had to go to the craft store and the fabric store, and then at midnight last night I was with Brian, god bless him, in the Buffalo subway video taping trains. Then I went home and sewed the baby mole puppet for the Mole People Messiah act.
So basically, I'm planning to celebrate my mid-life mid-life in crises Saturday night after the cabaret, if anyone would care to join me ((e:soyeon), sorry I missed you last night! How's Saturday?) If you haven't seen the Real Dream Cabaret at Rust Belt Books yet, you really have to go. Although maybe not this weekend. The theme is the Underground, so it should be dark, and also, my skit is in very bad taste... But maybe you're in to that kind of thing.
But here are the real Real Dreamers, below. The last night they perform this year is Election Night. That's November 2 for all you abstainers or anyone who has just emerged from a cave. (Is that what the 5% undecideds are, cave dwellers who have just crept from the depths of the earth? Or is that the Mole People? Are they in search of a Mole People Messiah to lead them)?
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Location: Buffalo, NY
10/27/04 01:49 - ID#22945
Maria is Missing
My Friend Maria has been missing for a week today. She just disappeared into thin air last Thursday morning. I found out about it while I was in Montreal presenting at a conference. Apparently the police thought that she was with me when they couldn't get in touch with me.
So I've been totally out of it, trying to think where she could be, whether she's been kidnapped or wandered off... I don't know. I understand now how that's the worst part.
So, I have so much else to say... about Montreal and other things, but for now all I can think is "Maria, where are you?"
"(Port Colborne, ON, Canada, October 22, 2004) - - Rescue crews across the border are resuming their search for a missing Western New York woman.
Niagara Regional Police say relatives reported 40 year old Maria Repec missing Thursday morning.
Police say Repec is vacationing at her family's Port Colborne cottage and is an avid walker.
Rescue workers, volunteers, and a search dog spent much of Thursday combing the woods in and around Port Colborne.
Rick Geady of the Niagara Regional Police said, "She has since left the area, she's walking somewhere in this area we believe. She's commonly doing long walks."
If you've seen Repec, you're asked to contact Niagara Regional Police at 905-735-7811."
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10/16/04 02:48 - ID#22944
Holly Hiatus
Sunday- Killed time at Medaille with Brian, reading Times, waiting for editing computer to open up so we could work on the Swan documentary. It didn't. Saw Sky Captain with Maria. Followed by sky party on the roof of Emily's boyfriend Graham's loft. Met interesting Argentinian horse trainer-turned high school teacher.
Monday- Columbus day. Classes were cancelled at Medaille, so I didn't have to teach. Drawing class in the afternoon. Stopped by my sister Wendy's house for dinner. Played with goat. Can't remember what I did after. TV maybe? Talked to Sebastian? Dozed on couch? Definately dreamed a strange dream of being a little Indian girl running away from a blonde brother and sister while also being the brother and sister. It was all a mix up, you see.
Tuesday- Gallery trip to see Bruce Jackson's photos of photos of 1930's Arkansas prisoners. Hated it. Kinda told him so. What a wind bag. Work meeting, helped set up for Naples/Higgins debate. Totally blanked (e:southernyankee) and (e:tina) party. Sorry gals. You know if my mind weren't such swiss cheese I would have partied down with you. Asked someone to John Cale concert at Mohawk Place, got turned down for a plumber. Went to hear John Cale with buddy anyways. Didn't sleep at home anyways... doh! Ambivalent feelings about buddy sex in the cold grey morning-after morning of...
Wednesday- something like: dawn-drive home, work, teach, draw, then spend four hours on video lighting excercise with (e:paulnotpaul) and others for class. Lots of work, but lots of fun. Exhausted by the end. Merciful sleep.
Thursday- Work. Sleep. Didn't go to see Stelarc. Sleep.
Friday- School, teach, work. Sleep. Party at Paul V's house with (e:soyeon), (e:robin), (e:liz), other sundry u-b-ers (that's you-bee-ers, not ubers) and assorted Medaille folks. Fun time. Tried on Paul's invention, the security bra. Didn't make out with anyone, especially not the beautiful opera teacher with the cupid bow lips. Sigh. Now if only he were a pervert, he could cure me of my hysteria. See, let me explain, hysterics don't want buddies, they want perverts. Oh, never mind. Ended up at Robin's with Soyeon til 5 am. Had to work...
Saturday- 10 am arrived at work on time can you believe it. And then I actually worked. Well, except for this part where I'm writing in my journal.
It's strange how much I actually remembered as I was going along writing this. Back, back fierce alzheimer's! You won't get this blogger's mind!
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10/10/04 03:49 - ID#22943
Giant Gorge-ous Trish and Paul
the giant bride and groom amid the fall foliage. your wedding was beauti-fall (e:trish) and (e:paulnotpaul)! it couldn't have been better. the peeps, as you can learn from (e:matthew), (e:terry), (e:paul), and I'm sure others to come ((e:southernyankee), (e:tina), (e:lilho), (e:flaccidness), (e:springfairie)) partied in style, as usual. hopefully we can all be there to help celebrate the happy couple's 1st, 10th, 50th wedding anniversaries... which will all take place on our collectively owned sheep (and goat) farm, of course. although trisha's family told me of her plans to have twelve sons and one daughter! i'm all for collective living and "it takes a village" child rearing, but i'm trying to imagine a room full of a baker's-dozen kordos-lehnen babies! seeing as trish and paul are some of the happiest and funniest people i know, i think it'd be a good time.
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