Saturday, June 15, 2002
Some dipwad sent me an anonymous email to the address of my former journal with no body content and just the subject line: "it's KURT WEILL , not curt wild!!!"
Well, gee, doncha think the creators of Velvet Goldmine THOUGHT OF THAT when they CREATED THE CHARACTER? Doncha think they DID THAT ON PURPOSE as sort of a PLAY ON WORDS?
Geez. In trying to prove their worldly knowledge and superiority, they simply prove their ignorance.
Posted by Ann on 06/15/02@10:37 AM CST ..::Link::..
Friday, June 14, 2002
Boring dumb stuff about plants. It's boring...really it is.
Our lupines are blooming and doing the best I've ever seen them do. We have bluish-purple with white, pale salmon with yellow, dark salmon with cherry, salmon with white, solid white and solid salmon. We noticed we didn't have any yellow ones, which I thought was probably the most common, if not the most ferral, of the colors. So yesterday we decided to go greenhousing to get some pansies to fill in some areas where perennials were dying back for the season. Only one store was selling pansies...were we too late or what? We happened to notice some yellow lupines at Klein's, so we bought a plant. As soon as we got home, Stan said, "you're not going to believe what's outside in the lupines." I looked. I saw a lupine plant with a new flower bud. In yellow. I think that just demonstrated a universal law or something..."Universal law #283...if you think you're out of something and buy a replacement, you'll discover you always had it to begin with once you return with the newly purchased item."
I am going to try to propagate my Peperomias. I tried to take a leaf cutting of one of them and followed some Peperomia propagation instructions in a book I had, placing the leaf in rooting medium, slitting the veins on the leaf, and applying rooting hormone. It's not too quick to react to where I slit it, but I noticed the other day that it is developing some good roots at the base of the leaf stem. So I think I'll try more with the same method. I also want to try to root the leaf stems in water to see if that would work too. In the instructions it says to place the stem through plastic wrap over the glass, but how can you add more water to that? So I thought that instead of plastic wrap, I'll use mosquito netting that will allow water to pass through to replenish the glass when it is low. I'm pretty sure I had a bunch of mosquito netting I used for some project or something, but when I went to look for it, I couldn't find it. I did, however, have a bunch of black lace from my old goth days. It'll work just as well as mosquito netting. So I'll be using black lace to help with propogatng my plants. Only at my house.
Yes, as a matter of fact, there was black lace in my dream last night, come to think of it.
But I also remember more dream that had nothing to do with the sexy teddy or the weird staring woman or Maxwell Smart. I dreamt I created some very strange art object. It had these 1" plastic squares at the end of these long things, (I can't remember of explain what they were) and the long things were assembled a strange black piece of furniture, like a side board or dresser. It was rather cool. People were telling me they liked it a lot.
Posted by Ann on 06/14/02@11:03 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM-Confusing, yet Smart
I was in a building/house with a bunch of other people. I had just gotten some way-too-sexy teddy type thing from a Frederick's of Hollywood or something. I wanted to try it on for Stan. I don't know where Stan was, but I was talking to these other guys who were all younger than me and supposedly worked for the same employer I used to work for over 6 years ago. I start talking to one guy as if it was Stan, saying I want to try on the clothes for him. Then I realize it's not Stan, and it's not even the guy who I think it is. I ask him who he is, and whose job he has taken over. I feel embarrassed. Then I decide to try on the teddy anyway. I went into a bathroom in this very strange building that I think I've dreamt of before. It was too revealing so I had to wear some underwear with it as to not be obscene in public, but it looked sort of weird that way...certain things bulged out. I was hanging around some anonymous woman...I don't know who she was, but she was sort of watching out for me while Stan was gone. Then there was this other woman who was around 8 years older than me, and started staring at me with a really mean look, and wouldn't stop staring. She was sort of tall, maybe 5'8", dull blonde hair cut sort of short, large-ish plastic-rimmed glasses that were too "old" for her...very conservative looking. I was thinking "haven't you seen a woman in a sexy outfit before?" I was trying to stare her down. Then as I was sitting on the floor with some other people, watching TV or something inane, someone announced that Stan was back. We all look at the door as this guy enters, who isn't Stan, but Maxwell Smart from "Get Smart." He bends over to kiss me and makes a comment on my outfit. How extremely weird.
Posted by Ann on 06/14/02@08:51 AM CST ..::Link::..
Thursday, June 13, 2002
I was alone, on the west side of town. I was without transportation and it was grey and possibly cold and raining. The only option I had was to catch a bus and head east. I think it was morning and I was still in grad school and had a class to go to. I got on the "J" bus--they used to use letters on the busses before they revamped the system a few years ago. As I recall, the "J" bus would go down East Washington. As I boarded the bus, I started talking to the driver. He was an older guy and very friendly. He talked a lot to me...I asked him questions like where the bus went, etc. I mentioned I had to go to campus. He talked so much that as soon as I noticed we had passed the capitol and were heading down King Street. I told him that I forgot to get off at the campus, and that I really should get off at the next stop. I also realized he was sitting *behind* me. He seemed to pass lots of bus stops. Finally I pulled down the chord, and told him I really needed to get off, so he stopped and let me off. It was now about 7:45 AM and I had a class in the (in)Humanities building at 8. There was no way I could make it that quickly. I feared I would have to miss the art class. I didn't even know whether I should catch another bus home, or go to class. I wished I would've stayed on the bus to go home.
Posted by Ann on 06/13/02@09:02 AM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
If I see another news report on another rich blonde white girl that's gone missing somewhere out in a fancy schmancy suburbo neighborhood in the nouveau west, I think I'll hurl.
According to a newsreport I saw on FOX news (don't ask why I was watching FOX), there are 2100 missing children reports every day. But we never hear about them, do we? Only Mommy and Daddy's little princesses get the news coverage.
And while we're at it...I'm tired of hearing how paranoid everyone is about terrorist attacks. I have real fears to be worried about, like my husband getting his hours cut back and not being able to keep our heads above water and pay our bills. Terrorist attacks...how utterly removed from the reality of my own situation. I'll trade someone's paranoid terrorist fears anyday for my real life fears of further indebtedness. And while I'm paranoid about our financial situation, there are others that have even more serious things to be paranoid about that directly affect their lives.
Posted by Ann on 06/11/02@05:35 PM CST ..::Link::..
My first Exquisite Corpse is online!
Doing the top section was easy. I think it'd be more challenging to do the middles or the end.
Posted by Ann on 06/11/02@10:49 AM CST ..::Link::..
Sunday, June 9, 2002
About the Prayer Plant: the white shoots that were originally below the surface that I found when I was transplanting, I placed above the surface when I put them in the new pots. Over the past few days they have developed more green and darker colors, so I suspect that they will be the future of the plant. Keep your fingers crossed. I would say "pray for my prayer plant" but that would be so tacky, so I'm only saying it in an ironic sense.
Can atheists have prayer plants? Or must I strictly stick to the Latin name, Maranta?
Maybe I'm more of an adeist as opposed to an atheist. I don't think of myself as being especially "flat" and lacking in spirituality, but when the word "god" enters into it, I'm out of there.
I prefer god spelled backward.
And speaking of which, it's interesting to watch people when they visit, to see whether they're cat people or dog people. Stan's sister and her friend who came over last night were definitely dog people. Johanna is definitely a cat person who loves dogs too. Tim is a dog person who loves cats too. Stan's mom is a dog person who likes cats. My mom likes/accepts dogs. My dad is just a cat person.
Stan and I are bi-animal. We swing both ways and need both animals in our lives to be happy.
It's the people who are neither cat nor dog people...those you really have to watch out for.