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    Sunday, November 8th, 2009
    austincommunity
    [ citizen_glock ]
         		12:19p
    3D Photography
     Anyone know where I can get some 3D photos taken? Google isn't helping.
    austincommunity
    [ ryryforsale ]
         		10:59a
    funfunfun fest day 1 pictures
     howdy all,

    so the nice people @ funfunfun fest let me in with my "professional" camera after all :-) i think what they were really trying to prevent is telephoto lenses, because my dinky little 17-55mm didn't seem threatening to them. i saw others near the stage with similarly-sized lenses, but everyone w/a telephoto had a 'media' wristband.

    anyway i took some pics and some of them turned out really nice. check them out here. previews behind the cut.

    check my flickr page later or add me as a contact if you want to see day 2 pics.

    ( Read more... )
    austincommunity
    [ swissmom ]
         		8:58a
    Lonestar Shindig Dec. 4th-6th
     A Weekend at Southdown Abbey

    Come visit Austin, Texas, December 4th-6th, 2009 as it is transformed
    into Southdown Abbey on Persephone from the Firefly and Serenity
    ‘Verse.

    Join us as we celebrate Shepherd Book’s journey before becoming a crew
    member on Serenity. We’ll start with an Abbey Fashion Show, showcasing
    Asian-inspired designs, while offering Sereniteas’ blended teas, as
    well as homemade hors d’oeuvres. We’ll have a costume picnic on the
    Abbey grounds and then a dance in the Fellowship Hall with music by
    The Bedlam Bards and food made primarily from produce grown at the
    Abbey! We’ll end this shiny shindig with Serenity on the Big Screen at
    our local Alamo Drafthouse Lake Creek.

    The best part – all proceeds from this event will go to support The Al
    Wooten Jr. Heritage Center of which Ron Glass, our Shepherd Book, is a
    Board Member.

    Want to spend a weekend at Southdown Abbey? Tickets are $25, get them now. Space is extremely limited for this event, so don’t miss out!

    For more information and to purchase tickets, please visit
    www.lonestarshindig.com
    firth
         		2:06a
    ode to improv
    I feel like I've been coasting some in my improv lately. These next two months I'm involved in five recurring shows, and a "master" class with the goal of another group, all different in their own ways. They are all wonderful projects, and I am so very grateful and feel extremely lucky to be involved in them, let me say that upfront.

    But personally I'm feeling stagnant and unfulfilled. Some of the shows are very limited by structure, or by feeling like a small fish in a large sea with undefined but present restrictions, or content limitations.

    I watched GGG tonight and I so wanted to be on stage with them. I thought about how close I had come to the opportunity of being part of them and my heart ached again. They were being playful and strong and all balls out and super fucking supportive of eachother both musically and with their improv choices.

    I want to do something completely eccentric right now. I want to follow all of my sometimes crazy instincts. As bold as a superhero while be listened to and built upon. As perceptive as a ninja absorbing my fellow players and helping bring us all to new heights of creative magic. I want to let go of format and goals and ideas that aren't created until the moment they are happening and inspiring everybody in the room.

    I feel like I'm currently following some prescribed path, slower than some, stronger than some, in the middle, at status quo, striving simply for what I see around me that looks like a good place to be. But I crave so much more right now.

    I want to break free.

    I know I can and it would be wonderful.

    I have no idea how to start, other than pouring all of this out in words.
    Saturday, November 7th, 2009
    nekomouser
         		7:58p
    NaNoWriMo 2009: Days 7
     DAY 7:
    Word Count (Total): 22,980
    Word Target: 11669
    Words Today: +2318
    Word Status: 197% (of daily target)
    Word Status: 45% (of final target)
    Alabama: Over LSU by 9!!!
    Things I broke today while trying to fix them: Over-mirror light fixture in bathroom
    Now I have to: Call a professional electrician. Damn.
    austincommunity
    [ swirley ]
         		6:49p
    Lost Dog MLK/Lamar
     About 6:40 on my way home from work I saw a dog along walking up the sidewalk. I was coming down MLK, about a block away from the intersection at Lamar. The dog looked to be a german shepard (or a similar breed, I'm bad with dogs!) It had a collar on and one of it's tags was red (only thing I could see) It was casually walking up the sidewalk(away from Lamar), but I didn't see a human near it so I assume that he or she ran away from its owner.


    Hopefully the dog's owner was nearby or someone here will find it!
    neworleans
    [ king__mob ]
         		5:23p
    It's a Flyer!
     Sunday November 22, Shadow Gallery brings you an after party for Emilie Autumn's show at the House of Blues. There'll be Victorian-punk-industrial madness all around, and special guest DJ Angelle joins us to add her lovely style. Thanks to our friends at Attrition for making way for us. The flyer lies below:

    ( Read more... )

    Current Music: Cartman and Christopher Walker - Poker Face
    grrm
         		10:34p
    Alone in London
     Parris will soon be on her way home to take care of the cats, before they start rioting and have wild parties. So I'm pressing on by myself. Arrived in London a few hours ago. Signing at Forbidden Planet on the 11th.

    Current Mood: lonely
    neworleans
    [ nolabrarian ]
         		3:30p
    The sounds of the Voodoo Music Experience... at home!
     So did you have a great time at the Voodoo Music Experience over Halloween weekend, and wish you could relive all those musical highlights?

    Or did you have to miss it, but wish you could have gone to hear all those great bands?

    Never fear! The New Orleans Public Library is here to help you out. Stop by your local branch, where you can borrow CDs from many of the featured Voodoo artists. Whether it was the national acts or the local musicians you love (or never knew you loved until now), we’ve got you covered.

    (locations and hours can be found at: www.neworleanspubliclibrary.org)

    Stop by any of our locations, ask a librarian for help, and take the following performers (well, their music, at least), home with you:
    ( the list is behind the cut! )
    neworleans
    [ corrosion_nola ]
         		3:17p
    DJ Vendetta's 10th Annual 25th Birthday Party.
     Section 1- Starting at 5-PM to 6-PM @ the Bank St. Bar. 4401 Bank St.
    Featuring Martin Atkins, Suicide Assyst and Star of Chaos.
    5$ cover

    Section 2- Starting at 11PM till... @ The Rubyfruit Jungle 1135 Decatur St.
    Featuring DJing, Drinking and Dancing, with Martin Atkins of Ministry, Pigface, P.I.L. and Killing Joke.
    3$ cover

    Come see and be scene!

    ( flyer )
    moschus
         		12:56p
    unicorn-related quotes of the day
     "It’s like the panoramic poster hanging above my bed, the one with the rainbow and the flying unicorns and the sunset. Sure, it’s all the things I love and they’re all together, and the girl-unicorn is looking towards the boy-unicorn with pure unbridled passion, and even though I’m not sure rainbows and sunsets can really happen at the same time, well, this picture looks pretty realistic—I mean, just check out the authentic musculature in the stallion’s powerful haunches—and so maybe all my dreams are possible."
    -- Eli Horowitz in The Believer (thank you Katherine Anne)



    "Unicorns are creepy. Imagine Pamplona with unicorns instead of bulls. Not so warm and fuzzy."
    --Jenn Scholz Hughes
    moschus
         		10:02a
    the challenge: freakin' unicorns
     David N. Wilson has been giving me a tough time about unicorns.

    It started on Twitter. Some young goth-oriented writer posted a tweet asking people to keep on her back about meeting her word quota for the evening. I tweeted back saying that if she failed to meet her obligations to herself, I would make her write "I love unicorns and rainbows and giant mushfests" 1000 times. Or something to that effect.

    How David got involved in this, I'm not exactly sure. I do remember a tweet where I threatened to lob stuffed pink unicorns at someone's head (I believe it was David's. Or possibly Colleen Lindsay's). I also remember informing David that the only unicorn that would interest me was a punk unicorn ridden by Keanu Reeves (my love for Keanu knows no bounds).

    Over the next months -- we're talking MONTHS, people -- David would take random tweets of mine and find some way to refer back to unicorns. (example: me: I changed my twitter background and later in the day it mysteriously changed back. Twitter poltergeist? David: It's waiting for the rainbows and unicorns.) It got to the point where I was tweeting in exasperation: You know very well that Unicorns Kick Ass is NOT MY MOTTO.

    Finally, when I threw this question to the Twitterverse: A certain individual on Twitter will not leave me alone about the freaking unicorns. Is this not harassment? David informed me that the price of freedom from his tyranny would be a story. Written by me. About unicorns.

    When he sensed my reluctance on the topic, he created this:




    and this






    An opportunity seemed to arise when Trisha Telep, who edited the anthology which includes my story "I Need More You", emailed me and asked if I would contribute to her paranormal YA anthology which comes out next year (KISS ME DEADLY). I responded with my usual nonchalance (YES YES YES YES YES) and she asked me What paranormal creature do you want? Sadly, unicorns were taken, as were, emailed Trisha, ghost kids, lotsa zombies, fairies, banshees, vampires and demons (i think).

    I tweeted this situation to David -- unicorns are taken. You weep. I know.

    David responded with a challenge of his own:

    You write a story. I will write a story. The contest? It must be a serious story. It must be "real" and as powerful as it's possible to make it.

    I will find a publisher to publish both as a chapbook...


    I felt a surge of killer instinct. I'm in.

    He replied

    Did I mention they have to be UNICORN stories?

    But it's an intriguing challenge: to take the cuddly out of unicorns and return them to the mysterious, formidable creature they originally were.*

    So. On my desk for the next two months: THE DECADENTS, my YA story of 10,000 words or so (I'm going to do something involving sorcery, inspired by a panel I attended at World Fantasy, and playing with the idea of girlpower**) and a story about freakin' unicorns.

    I wish there was a point or moral to all this, but I'm not sure what it could possibly be.



    * As Holly Black once pointed out, and I'm paraphrasing here, It's human nature to take what scares us and make it familiar and silly and kind of cute. It was a point I brought up months later at my zombie panel at World Fantasy, wondering how far we are from My Little Zombie toys, etc.

    ** I met the wondrous Francesca Lia Block at a group reading we did for Teen Week in LA recently, and we swapped books -- her PRETTY DEAD for my UNINVITED. I love, love, love the opening lines of PRETTY DEAD:

    Teenage girls are powerful creatures...They are relentless and underutilized. They want what they want, and they will do what they must to get it. Love, possessions, beauty, food, sweets, friends. Unless they are crushed so hard as to give up. But then they are just as relentless, only seeking different things.

    So that, crossed with the World Fantasy panel about the representation of sorcerers in fantasy literature, has resulted in a YA story of my own, even if I don't know what it is yet.
    valetoile
         		11:51a
    So last weekend (Has it only been a week since Halloween?  Time seems very full and heavy lately) I went to see Murder Ballad Murder Mystery at the Vortex.  Went with my roommates to an 11 pm show Friday night. 



    I was very excited to see it after the B. Iden Payne awards last month.  Tutto Theatre Company, which produced this, also produced the winners of  the "Best Comedy" and "Best Drama" awards for the previous season.  The pictures from the ceremony made me really want to see more work by these people.

    I mean, wouldn't you?

    (From Black Snow:)



    (From Ophelia:)



    And visually, stylistically, it did not disappoint.  Jars full of lightning bugs flickering near the ceiling,


    a shallow pool of water that the actors would tromp, dance, and fight through, ropes and chains and pulleys, trap doors, a tire swing that once girl spent most of the show hanging from, ten feet above the stage.  The music was fantastic as well.  There was a group of musicians who played a clownish role as well, filling in as pimps when needed.  The fiddle player was especially fetching, his mouth X-ed over with black electrical tape.  Not that I wasn't enchanted by the bearded young miss on the mandolin as well.  And let's not forget the guitar and banjo to make a well-rounded murder ballad quartet. The songs were beautiful and well performed and I would have liked even more of them.

    I read two reviews of the show before i saw it- one, from the Chronicle, claiming the piece was nearly transcendant, approaching perfection in the way that quirky, strange and ambitious pieces of art do.  The other saw it is a pretentious mess, ill-conceived and unfulfilling.  My experience of it fell somewhere in between.  I feel that the individual pieces of the show were very strong, but the overall show didn't fully integrate them.  The script was not quite creepy enough for my tastes- only one number, Ballad for Agatha, sufficiently bumped my geese in the icky sort of way.  I felt like it was kind of assumed that the audience would know these stories that inspired the ballad, but it wasn't until half way through the second act that I realized that the woman had made a harp from the bones of a dead girl.  The allusions were a little too subtle for them to have full impact.    And the second half seemed like an exercise in trying to make the piece meaningful, when I would have been satisfied for just relishing in the purgatory of murder and desperation.  It's a shame, too, because the detective in the second half comes off as one of the most engaging and relatable characters in the whole piece.  Her quest to figure out what happened and set the stories to rest (at least that's how I interpreted it) seems a little sentimental and Hallmarky for the first half's actions.  Because that's why I love murder ballads- the incomprehension of the passions that back a violent deed, the gruesome details of the act itself, the restlessness forevermore of the victim and the killer.  It's a mournful, unanswered wailing.  The attempt to answer in the second half seemed liked a falsely neat wrapping up of loose ends. 

    I think these two ideas could have been well-cleaved into two separate pieces- one just a melange of murder ballads and a little more depth and clarity to each character's story, and the second a wholly unrelated murder mystery starring the delightfully earnest detective. 

    That said, I would very much recommend this play.  The visual elements are wonderfully executed, and many scenes were beautiful and perfect in and of themselves:  The Ballad of Agatha, Content Loves Knowles sawing away at a harpsichord, a fantastic performance by Florinda Bryant as Stagger Lee, the first scene with Elizabeth and Aaron Doss trading words and building sexual tension, Tierras Malas, and Emily Tindall's soaring voice, suspended above the stage with a tag on her toe, "How lucky to be dead, how lucky to be singing tonight."




    Sunday, November 8th, 2009
    neworleans
    [ fuvenusrs ]
         		5:50a
    Hey;

    I'm a full time bar tender in New Zealand and considering moving to New Orleans for a change of scenery.

    What's the employment market like over there? I've had a hunt around on the web and there doesn't seem to be much advertised. Is there a website that you could direct me to that could give me some hints on scoring bar work over there?
    Saturday, November 7th, 2009
    ripresa
         		12:39a
    Great geocache find!

    What a day.

    It started with us saying good bye to Eva the cat and Berkeley, and making our way to the Inn at Union Square where we are staying in San Francisco. It's a really nice hotel I found through tripadvisor.com reviews, and we're pretty pleased with it.

    Then we stopped by French Connection, where Andy got a bit shopping crazy and I had to restrain him to buy less pants, which is a really unusual situation. He spent more money then I did in that store!

    We made our way west to find an Ethiopian place, but it was closed, then meandered over to the Height area to find another Ethiopian place: Massawa. It was delicious. I was very full. But still made room for nutella crepes for dessert.

    Then, I wanted to go to the Buena Vista park nearby, because we visited there a few years ago, and I wanted to do it again with Andy. Instead he was like: "Let's find a geocache nearby!" He's been saying that a few times this trip, and we just did our first geocache together last Friday. I was happy that Andy thought it was a cool way to spend time, but we've been so busy and walking so much that I always had an excuse for doing something else. But he persisted this time. "There's a Grateful Dead house nearby with a geocache! Let's go!"
    Me: "How far? Is it just a block?"
    Him: "Yeah...."
    It turned out to be about 3 blocks, and we found the house where the Grateful Dead used to live in, but had some trouble finding the cache. He thought it was in a telephone pole and he stuck his hand in there a few times, but couldn't find it. I was like: "I want to find it! Let me find it! Stop searching!!" But he kept searching, and I whipped out my iPhone to get clues for where the cache might be. I wondered over to a tree to search, and was also worried that Andy was sticking his hand in a pole that has wires. Then I heard some clunky noises from his end, and I thought he found it. He did! And he generously asked, "Here, you want to open it?"

    It was a small key hider, about the size of the palm of your hand. So it likely only had a log, or little prizes that can fit into it. I opened it, and I saw a ring on top of some plastic wrapped stuff. And what I thought was: "Oh! A fake ring." And I just automatically took the ring and placed it in my left ring finger, then I proceeded to wonder what else would be in that awesome geocache. At this point I think Andy made some sort of noise, and he was wondering why I was so matter-of-fact, when I looked at the ring again and it finally hit my dense head that it was the ring. Then I started cracking up in laughter, and Andy was like... "Do I have to kneel?" And then he proceeded to kneel and formally asked me to marry him. I got all self-conscious and it all felt a bit surreal, and I was like: "Of course! Stop kneeling!" And it was all very funny and dorky and we hugged and kissed and laughed. It still hasn't fully sunk in yet. There is a big rock on my finger. It catches on things. I'm still processing this, even though I've been expecting it.

    The actual geocache had little glow in the dark stickers, and a Canadian penny. Pretty cool prizes for such a tiny cache. Andy put our names on the log with a heart, and then he took the Canadian penny. The etiquette is to put something in, if you take something out, we tried to figure out what was small enough to put in, and finally took the picture of us that has been in his wallet for years, and placed it in the cache. Probably to confuse the next person who finds it (but they will have the glow in the dark stickers!)

    Then afterwards, we finally made it to the Buena Vista park, went all the way to the top. Took a bunch of iPhone pics. Meandered over to Castro, and also to the Mission district where we found the ice-cream store that bobacita recommended. Then back to the Inn, and to Bats Improv, where we saw a really fun theatersports show. Andy was a guest judge, and we got to see Regina and William Hall perform, both great people. And everyone was so friendly to us, even I got invited to sit in on their notes (which was very professional and supportive).

    Then we went to the Liverpool Lil pub afterwards for drinks and hanging out with other improvisors.

    Pretty sweet day.

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    angeliska
         		2:23a
    Ghost Girls Preserved in Honey
     I am haunted by phantasms, of late-
    kept company by their tittering laughter,
    told stories and been diverted by
    flashing eyes, white hands fluttering.
    A chorus of ghost girls has come to tea.


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    Glittering masks and bony arms,
    they're always hungry but never
    say much. They seem to be smoking,
    but you can't smell it. Strange
    ladies, these friends who are
    here, and not. Glamourous, grim.


    New post on Angeliska Gazette: Ghost Girls Preserved in Honey

    Friday, November 6th, 2009
    moschus
         		10:10p
    RULES OF SEDUCTION: writing the opposite sex
     This was posted at Tribal Writer, and I'm reposting it here at a reader's request, due to her desire to read it without the emboldened sentences I used to make it more "skimmable". This seems like a good idea for future essays as well.



    This is the revised version of an essay originally published at Storytellers Unplugged as the second half of a two part series about writing as the opposite sex. The first essay was by Richard Steinberg.

    1



    Storytelling is seduction, when you think about it.

    Seducers get inside your view of things and reshape it to their own.

    They compel you in their chosen direction, until you are exactly where they want you, be it in their story or their bed.

    What writers and seducers have in common is a mind that is empathetic enough to get under the skin of another human being…and an eye cold enough to assess their progress, or if it’s time to revise the course.

    They understand human nature.

    And since that nature comes to us in male and female packages of experience, any real understanding needs to enfold the opposite sex as well as your own. Or else the only people you’ll know how to seduce will be people like you.

    And maybe not even them.



    2

    My father likes to tell an anecdote about the time our car broke down along a dark highway during the kind of cold snowy night only a Canadian town – well, maybe a few others — can produce. My father told my mother and me to stay within the safe warm confines of the car while he tried to flag down help.

    Minutes passed. I looked through the windshield and for just a split moment the man I saw wasn’t my father at all, but a hulking, shadowy, six-feet-plus stranger with a hood pulled over his head.

    I got out of the car and slammed the door and stepped to the side of the road. I made sure to stand in the glare of oncoming traffic. My mother freaked out and kept yanking my sleeve, worried that I was about to get hit. Before I could even fend her off, help had arrived.

    My father likes to end this anecdote with what is more or less the point of it: how I set myself out like a billboard, because I knew people would stop for me but not him.

    This seemed so obvious to me that I was surprised that he was surprised by it.

    It was not unlike a comment a male friend would make to me at university a year or so later, about how irritated he felt when he walked through campus at night and the girl just ahead would cross the street to get away from him.

    My friend was maybe six-five, with spiked hair and black fingernails. He favored a long dark overcoat. Like my father by the side of the road that night, he seemed a bit oblivious to the impact he made on others — especially women — especially a young woman walking alone in the dark.

    The comment also made me realize that I had no idea what it was like to be perceived as the potential danger, the possible threat, while doing nothing more than sauntering down the street. I never thought how that would make me feel.

    I never looked at things from that perspective.

    3

    My father was a school principal who dealt with mostly women – teachers, secretaries, mothers. He liked to complain about what I now call “pretty girl syndrome”: women who monopolized attention and offered banal opinions with authority and confidence. They were used to people listening to them and didn’t think it was because of their looks.

    Soon after I moved to LA, I witnessed a version of this firsthand. My ex-husband lives in a very guy-dominated world – he moves between business, technology, physics, engineering – and some of his friends became comfortable around me. If I wasn’t quite one of the guys, I wasn’t one of the girls, either, especially since I was neither available nor under 30 – or maybe 25 – like the women they brought to restaurants and concerts and parties.

    These men were highly intelligent and successful. The girls were sweet and bright enough, but academia – or reading material in general – had never been much of a priority. Still, I was struck by how they would break into conversation with a comment so many light-years away from the sophisticated discourse going on around the table that I would think they were joking.

    They weren’t joking.

    When I took a longer look, I saw what my father had been talking about: these guys, raised to be nice and well-mannered (especially when they were trying to get laid), would give one of these girls a lot of attention. They seemed fascinated by what she had to say. When the girl left the room, they would make cracks about how inane or annoying or ‘dumb’ she was.

    When the girl returned, they were hanging off her every word. ( Read more... )
    nekomouser
         		10:10p
    NaNoWriMo 2009: Days 6
     DAY 6:
    Word Count (Total): 20,668
    Word Target: 10002
    Words Today: +5923
    Word Status: 207% (of daily target)
    Word Status: 40.5% (of final target)
    Word Count Rewards Earned: I forget, I don't have my chart in front of me (15,00 words), I forget (17,500), I forget (20,000) (only get rewards every 5000 words from here on out)
    Daily Witticism: Thank Odin it's Freya's Day!
    Sore Body Parts: Hands, Neck, Shoulders
    Need a new computer: VERY VERY badly
    cmpriest
         		6:23p
    REJOICE.

    Finally, finally, finally I think we’ve gotten our vehicle situation sorted out. Finally. Why yes, we DID buy the new (to us) vehicle a couple of weeks ago now. And no, we haven’t been driving it all this time. It’s been this epic Sierra adventure game of how we need to get one thing fixed, but we can’t fix that one thing until we do this other thing, and we can’t do that thing until yet another thing has fallen into place, and that wouldn’t happen until we drank the grog and entered the spitting contest with the pirates, and that can’t happen until more than three people get this joke, which probably won’t occur, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

    But. It seems to be sorted out now, down to the insurance and the maniacal giggling. The “Cookie Monster” (as I’ve come to call it) still needs a tiny bit of belt work, but I’ll see if I can arrange for it tomorrow afternoon or Monday, and it shouldn’t be a big deal. Point is, Cookie Monster is ours. Fair and square, in the clear. Now I just have to clean out the old car and call up the PBS donation folks, and then we’ll be back down to one vehicle — it is to be hoped, one vehicle that works pretty much consistently. We pray.

    Anyway. I regret to admit that due to the epic run-around and outstanding asshattery from the repair shop,* I got virtually nothing productive accomplished today (except some day-job work, but even that wasn’t as extensive as it should’ve been).

    In order to wind down and quit seething, I cleaned house and did the floors, and started some laundry. Now I’m just waiting for the hubs to get home, and I hope he brings booze, because hot damn I could use a drink right about now.


    * No, I’m not ready to bore you with the particulars, because things actually did get sorted eventually, via tremendous headache. However, I will say this: If you are in Seattle, avoid Econo Lubes. Oh wait, there’s only one Econo Lube in Seattle … so … yeah. Avoid that one.

    [Crossposted to/from my website. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.]

    Saturday, November 7th, 2009
    docbrite
         		1:00a
    Amsterdam

    I am going to make more time and effort to come here. It just makes me too happy not to. I love coming alone and will always treasure the memory of that first independent trip, but having Chris here with me is the best thing of all. I'm too tired and happy to go into specifics. Just walking around, hanging out together, seeing a couple of friends, eating lots of wonderful food (I've developed a taste for waffles on this trip - not American-style hot waffles with syrup but the crunchier Dutch ones you can eat hot or at room temperature, and that come coated in every permutation of chocolate, strawberry, cherry, vanilla, caramel, and nut topping you can imagine) and smoking vast tonnages of across-the-universe-quality weed, hash, and kif. I mean, the stuff that was considered strong nine years ago is on the mild end of the menu now, and the current state-of-the-breeding-art strains are just insanely strong. Too strong, many people claim; it renders them unconscious. Chris has gone semiconscious a couple of times, but in general he has held up admirably. Me, I just suck it up and love it. There is no pain here to speak of. Maybe eventually I'd get used to the massive concentrated doses of THC and the pain would return, but for the past four days it has been only a distant memory. If anyone ever tells you medical marijuana doesn't work, send them here and I will laugh in their face. (And just that should be enough to get them high.)

    I was going to post pictures on Flickr, but the iPhone app is way too slow. For now, there are some on Twitter that you needn't be a member to see; just go to twitter.com and search for docbrite or @docbrite.

    Tomorrow: Museumnacht!

    Friday, November 6th, 2009
    neworleans
    [ corrosion_nola ]
         		5:43p
    Corrosion presents the Silent Hill blackout party.
     Corrosion presents the silent hill blackout party. Nov 25th at 1135 Decatur. Doors at 10PM $3 cover. An award for the best costume will be given at 2AM. We ask that no one comes as pyramid head, he will be making his own guest appearance. The bar will be equipped  with infra red lamps so no flash photography please. Digital cameras from the 90s will be able to pick up the infra red. Also Sony digital cameras with night code will work as well.

    ( flyer )

    ( click here for video )
    austincommunity
    [ grace_batmonkey ]
         		2:35p
    Printer Ink Cartridge Recycling/Refills/Discount Replacement
     I thought this question had been asked not too long ago, but can't find in tags/memories:

    Best place to take used printer cartridges in return for discount on replacements?

    Location doesn't really matter - paying the least possible for replacements is a bigger deal.

    Thanks so much for your help, [info]austincommunity! You guys are making a hard time a heck of a lot easier.

    Current Mood: hopeful
    austincommunity
    [ gallo_de_pelea ]
         		1:49p
    Petsitters?
     Our usual petsitter has taken on a new full-time job, and we need to find one in time for the holidays! Can anyone recommend a petsitter or petsitting service in the north central area?

    FWIW, we have two dogs, one low-maintenance cat, and a few plants that need watering.

    Thanks in advance.

    (Sorry if this is redundant, but I didn't find any posts about sitters under the "pets" or "animals" tags.)
    moschus
         		11:18a
    paranormal psychological
    Not so long ago I thought I was burned out on writing about writing, so this recent burst of enthusiasm and productivity at Tribal Writer has been fun, and more than a little reassuring (not to mention I can then pop over here and do some writing about writing about writing). I guess sometimes the brain has to take a step back and pursue another direction for a while (I went through a period of reading about social media when I should have been writing, or at least thinking about writing).

    Or maybe my world had gotten narrow and insular, and I needed to knock down a wall to let in some fresh air, new perspective.

    I'm trying something new with THE DECADENTS, the paranormal psychological novel* I"m working on now -- I hired a "writing coach" and joined her workshop that starts later this month, meeting in Topanga Canyon: the drive itself, taking me out to the coast and winding up into the hills near Malibu, which I've always considered one of the most stunning vistas ever, will be good for the book. Never underestimate the power of a change of location.

    She will be my sounding board, my editor, and my taskmaster, holding me accountable for a certain number of pages every week. I meet with her this weekend and I'm looking forward to the shoptalk.





    * and if that's not a genre then I'll invent it, dammit
    neworleans
    [ jbradley ]
         		12:23p
    8th Annual New Orleans Bookfair (and other shows)
     Hey y'all.  I'm J. Bradley, author of the new poetry collection Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books).  I'll be in town this weekend doing some shows as part of the 8th Annual New Orleans Bookfair and to promote the book.  Here's where I'm gonna be.  Can't wait to meet y'all.

    Saturday, November 7 @ 12:30 pm – The Apple Barrel (609 Frenchmen St).  This is where one of the two venues the 8th Annual New Orleans Bookfair is using for its readers.  I’m doing a set from 12:30pm to 12:50pm.  The readings start at noon and end at 6pm local time.

    Saturday, November 7 @ 11pm – Neutral Ground Coffeehouse (5110 Danneel St). I’m doing a late night set out there for an hour.  This should be interesting.

    Sunday, November 8 @ 5pm – Zeitgeist (1618 Oretha Castle Haley Blvd).  I’m doing a full set of poems from and not from Dodging Traffic.

    You can find out more about me through my blog, Failure Loves Company, at iheartfailure.net
     

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