so here’s this to tide you over. i know you all wanted to know:
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and if not, oh well…
i have a ton of photos to post and will do so this weekend. promise! also, exciting news: moving in with krisa at the end of april. very excited to be moving out of my tiny “cozy” apartment in to a place with some room and a pool.
matches my mood: light and fluffy hiding the darkness.
you’ll never know how i feel about you
explodingdog.com
When assessing The Stagger Inn’s philippics, one need not resort to vicious name-calling or opprobrious epithets. One need only present the facts. Here’s a quick review: The Stagger Inn must sense its own irremediable inferiority. That’s why it is so desperate to feed blind hatred; it’s the only way for it to distinguish themselves from the herd. It would be a lot nicer, however, if The Stagger Inn also realized that it is trying hard to convince a substantial number of grotty vandals to promote racial superiority doctrines, ethnic persecution, imperialist expansion, and genocide. It presumably believes that the “hundredth-monkey phenomenon” will spontaneously incite sleazy, merciless wimps to behave likewise. The reality, however, is that The Stagger Inn’s cheerleaders are too lazy to educate the public on a range of issues. They just want to sit back, fasten their mouths on the public teats, and casually forget that The Stagger Inn has stated that there’s no difference between normal people like you and me and immature parvenus. That’s just pure authoritarianism. Well, in The Stagger Inn’s case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that The Stagger Inn tries to make its pleas more palatable by wrapping them in rhetoric about the need to protect the interests of the disadvantaged and the downtrodden. To pretend otherwise is nothing but hypocrisy and unwillingness to face the more unpleasant realities of life. The Stagger Inn asserts that our unalienable rights are merely privileges that it can dole out or retract. That assertion is not only untrue, but a conscious lie. It’s easy for The Stagger Inn to bombastically declaim my proposals. But when is it going to provide an alternative proposal of its own? Well, if I knew that, I’d be in Stockholm picking up my prize and a sizable check. The Stagger Inn oppresses its critics by crushing them, expelling them, pauperizing them, and cutting them off from families and friends. In reaching that conclusion, I have made the usual assumption that it ignores the most basic ground rule of debate. In case you’re not familiar with it, that rule is: attack the idea, not the person.
The Stagger Inn can write anything it wants about how things would be different were we to give into its demands and let it produce nothing but filth, but my dream is for tired eyes to open and see clearly, broken spirits to find new energy, and weary arms to find the strength to tell you things that it doesn’t want you to know. By now, we are all more than familiar with The Stagger Inn’s morbid antics. Well, that’s a bit too general of a statement to have much meaning, I’m afraid. So let me instead explain my point as follows: There are some cynical big-labor bosses who are stentorian. There are also some who are saturnine. Which category does The Stagger Inn fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check “both”. What’s more, it’s unfortunate that The Stagger Inn has no real morals. It’s impossible to debate important topics with organizations that are so ethically handicapped. To recap the main points made in this letter: 1) only The Stagger Inn can praise an institution that is as eccentric and sadistic as it itself, 2) anyone who thinks that The Stagger Inn’s projects won’t be used for political retribution has never been hauled before a tribunal and accused of resistentialism, and 3) The Stagger Inn obsesses not with what it can do for this country but with what it can extract from it.
Allison actually posted something down there in case you want to read it, too!
Did you actually read all that LOL that was a good joke if I will say so myself! It came from the complaint generator! I am mean to allison sometimes, and she knows I love her lots and I am just messing since none of that made anysense at all anyways!! LOL Go freak your friends out with the same thing!
just to give you a bit of a heads up on what is going on at the stagger inn:
happy’s dog just moved back in with them after a long absence (they had a smaller apartment and he is a big dog. they have a larger apartment now and he is still a big dog).
trester (happy’s other half) has been doing an internship, going to school, working and may not even still be alive as i have not seen or heard from him in ages.
lupine’s internet/server connection has been on the fritz but that does not really matter as he never posts here anyway. [okay, it really really really does matter as he hosts all my music. the day lupine’s server went down was the day thestagger’s music died. sorry folks!]
jayzn has been working on his site and keeping me updated on dr who and other shared interests.
exuberant playboy has a new girlfriend, as usual. i hear she’s a body builder.
me? ah, life in has turned a bit sideways lately. taking a bit of time so as to clean up my oh-so-crazy act. clearing the head and cleansing the body and figuring out what works for me and working on getting rid of what does not work for me. example given: exercise works for me! donuts do not work for me. buying a car works for me! wrecking a car does not work for me! sweet friends work for me! crazy-ass people do not work for me!
you get the point.
in any case, last night was krisa’s family birthday dinner in denver. 8 billion people and 4 billion dogs. not even joking.
okay, joking a little bit.
so much food. so many people. such a good time. we drove back barely able to keep our eyes open, so so tired. i dropped her home and headed to bed with kaya. silly puppy acted as if i had been gone for days and days.
today headed to the dushanbe tea house for a late lunch then walked pearl street and went into ‘into the wind’, which i had not done since being back. still full of all the games you could ever possibly want. although my personal favorites were all the magnetic items. ..and by that i mean the erotic poetry fridge magnets. *grin*
also have a new stone incense holder that i bought at some tibetan store just because it was pretty.
i thought i was going to stay up to watch saturday night live, yet all i want to do is make some tea, crawl into bed and read.
i hope everyone had a wonderful and safe holiday!
and of course — happy birthday to my krisa-tina!
my personal wish for all of you:
last night amanda and i went to a reception for a new art show here in boulder
kaya being bashful? is it possible?
today heather, krisa, lisa and i went to the st patrick’s day parade in denver.
seriously, men in kilts delivering water? i am so sold…
life is good.
and other realities.
i am still afraid of the dark. which is very sad as i live alone with a very insufficiently scary pup.
thus, i do not get a lot of sleep. many a night has the cool blue glow of the computer monitor scared away the monsters under the bed, in the closet and in my head. keeping me company even as the claws creep their way from underneath the couch towards my toes, then disappearing in a blur as i catch sight of something out of the corner of my eye.
i know, i know… monsters are not real. mom and dad always used to tell me that.
somehow, at two in the morning, waking suddenly, your heart pounding, with only a small white dog to hold on to…monsters seem pretty corporeal right then.
the only way to defend yourself is to make sure the blankets are all tucked around you, your head coverd by a sheet (even scaredy-cats need to breathe) and let your heart slow down as you sink back into sleep.
or turn on all the lights, play some van morrison and talk online with your friend on the other side of the world (yes jayzn, you have saved me from many monsters).
so, i am off to fight my monsters. wish me luck.
good night.
if you are near boulder tonight, please come by this event.
runs from 6:30pm to 9pm. $5 donation at the door. featuring dj japadapta, cocktails, hors d’oeurves, dancing, silent acution and a raffle.
a friend of a friend is one of the artists (scot lefavor) and his work is amazing. check it out here.
support your local artists! we’ll see you there…
