2003-07-09 - 9:43 a.m.
they're digging out this empty lot right next to our apartment building. it is the lot where no less than 15 deer would come and eat their evening grass. (and occasionally an apple or two from me.)

the urban sprawl is different here than back in NYC, Jersey and Connecticut because nature back east already seems to have acquiesced to humanity. here though, it's different. the mountains and ocean and all the peripheral nature trappings are around, and they can trick you into thinking you're not part of the problem. but, i look downstairs and the deer are now in the parking lot with no place left to go.

i hate these fucking million dollar homes crammed up everyone's asses.

2003-07-03 - 8:44 a.m.
U.S. Gas Prices

Lowest Price: $1.09

Orchard Hill, GA

Highest Price: $2.25

San Francisco, CA

motherfucking fucks

2003-06-24 - 11:57 a.m.
up up and away, in my beautiful balloon!

after 9/11 i couldn't even THINK of getting on an airplane. everything was too raw, the faces of the people in the towers still too vivid. poor B. i wouldn't even entertain the thought of flying across country when we moved out to california. it was a long drive, but at least we had a car out here, right?

well, that's all over with now. starting with my trip back to NYC last december, i have flown in an airplane every single month since then. not only THAT, but i went to a girlfriend's island birthday fiesta in the BVI and B and i went to london, both of which are different countries! (technially still ruled by the same monarch.)

i have always had the travel bug, but not necessarily the means. i am glad i can fly in an airplane and only have mild discomfort with turbulence. when i flew back from london, i was sitting next to a guy from Beirut and i had a great time talking to him about hookahs.

my next two trips are going to be as follows: Iceland then Poland.

p.s. i'm just high right now on the thought of traveling home for xmas. everytime a plane goes down, i get depressed. it's weird. i freak more about planes going down than volcanoes and earthquakes. (it must be the escape factor.)

2003-06-18 - 10:03 a.m.
the apache sent me two pennies yesterday, asking me to send them back.

i'm serious.

2003-06-17 - 12:27 p.m.
remembering laci is like loving the dead

2003-06-16 - 1:59 p.m.

2003-06-16 - 11:01 a.m.
i invented a new cocktail last night, it's called "angelfood cake".

Stoli Vanilla

Amaretto

Cherry

simple. sweet. cake.

2003-06-13 - 1:30 p.m.

i lived on an indian reservation for two years after college. it was a life-changing experience—too many anecdotes and stories to relate here, but it made me really look at the U.S. and its history in a different way.

ever since my time there i've given to native american charities. but i'm getting pissed. here are two examples of solicitations for money i received in the past week.

1. the apache reservation sent me 11 cents (a dime and a penny) taped to a card and told me they could feed an elder dinner if i sent that much money back. this begs the question, "why the FUCK are you sending me the 11 cents?" i have never seen that tactic before.

2. the lakota sent me a piece of cloth telling me NOT to throw it away, but to send it *back* to them so they could make a star quilt and feed the elders. AGAIN, why the hell are you sending me the cloth?

i am a sucker for the following charities: irish independence, native american health and welfare, women's rights to choose, and the environment. but i'm reaching my breaking point.

i'm a relatively smart person, i know my money is going to the machine that supports fund raising, but it's something that makes me momentarily *feel* as if i'm doing something.

i'm going to have to cut those indians off soon. i think i just need to find a family or an elder on a reservation and donate to them.

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