lunes, 29 de diciembre de 2008

shot by an unknown assassin beneath a live oak tree

Fredericksburg, the county seat of Gillespie County, is seventy miles west of Austin in the central part of the county. The town was one of a projected series of German settlements from the Texas coast to the land north of the Llano River, originally the ultimate destination of the German immigrants sent to Texas by the Adelsverein. In August 1845 John O. Meusebach left New Braunfels with a surveying party to select a site for a second settlement en route to the Fisher-Miller Land Grant. He eventually chose a tract of land sixty miles northwest of New Braunfels, where two streams met four miles above the Pedernales River; the streams were later named Barons Creek, in Meusebach's honor, and Town Creek. Meusebach was impressed by the abundance of water, stone, and timber and upon his return to New Braunfels arranged to buy 10,000 acres on credit. The first wagontrain of 120 settlers arrived from New Braunfels on May 8, 1846, after a sixteen-day journey, accompanied by an eight-man military escort provided by the Adelsverein. Surveyor Hermann Wilke laid out the town, which Meusebach named Fredericksburg after Prince Frederick of Prussia, an influential member of the Adelsverein. Each settler received one town lot and ten acres of farmland nearby. The town was laid out like the German villages along the Rhine, from which many of the colonists had come, with one long, wide main street roughly paralleling Town Creek. The earliest houses in Fredericksburg were built simply, of post oak logs stuck upright in the ground. These were soon replaced by Fachwerk houses, built of upright timbers with the spaces between filled with rocks and then plastered or whitewashed over.

The colonists planted corn, built storehouses to protect their provisions and trade goods, and prepared for the arrival of more immigrant trains, which came throughout the summer. Within two years Fredericksburg had grown into a thriving town of almost 1,000, despite an epidemic that spread from Indianola and New Braunfels and killed between 100 and 150 residents in the summer and fall of 1846. The first two years also saw the opening of a wagon road between Fredericksburg and Austin; the signing of the Meusebach-Comanche Treaty, which effectively eliminated the threat of Indian attack; the opening of the first privately owned store, by J. L. Ransleben; the construction of the Vereins-Kirche, which served for fifty years as a church, school, fortress, and meeting hall; the formal organization of Gillespie County by the Texas legislature, which made Fredericksburg the county seat; the founding of Zodiac, a nearby settlement, by a group of Mormons under Lyman Wight; the construction of the Nimitz Hotel; and the establishment by the United States Army of Fort Martin Scott, which became an important market for the merchants and laborers of Fredericksburg, two miles east of town. After the signing of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1849, Fredericksburg also benefited from its situation as the last town before El Paso on the Emigrant or Upper El Paso Road.

Religion played an important part in the lives of the German settlers of Gillespie County. Devout farmers drove as much as twenty miles into town for religious services and built Fredericksburg's characteristic Sunday houses for use on weekends and religious holidays. Though most of the original colonists were members of the Evangelical Protestant Church, there were also Lutherans, Methodists, and Catholics. Initially, all communions held services in the Vereins-Kirche, but in 1848 the Catholics built their own church, which was supplanted in 1860 by the Marienkirche (old St. Mary's Church). Also in 1848 the German missionary Father Menzel erected a large wooden cross on Cross Mountain just north of Fredericksburg. The Methodists withdrew from the Vereins-Kirche around the same time, and another group left the Evangelical Protestants in 1852 and formed Zion's Evangelical Lutheran Church under Rev. Philip F. Zizelman. Their church building, completed the following year, was the first Lutheran church in the Hill Country.

The German settlers were also passionate believers in the importance of education. The first school in Fredericksburg was established under Johann Leyendecker, in whose home Catholic services were held immediately after the town's founding. Leyendecker was succeeded as teacher a year later by Jacob Brodbeck, who was in turn succeeded by Rev. Gottlieb Burchard Dangers. In 1852 Heinrich Ochs replaced Dangers; Ochs remained an important figure in the community until his death in 1897. The first public school, with August Siemering as teacher, and the first official Catholic school in Fredericksburg were established in 1856.

Fredericksburg, like many of the German communities in south central Texas, generally supported the Union in the Civil War. Still, despite widespread opposition to slavery and secessionq on philosophical grounds, a number of Fredericksburg residents supported the Confederacy. Charles H. Nimitz organized the Gillespie Rifles for the Confederate Army and was later appointed enrolling officer for the frontier district. The Fredericksburg Southern Aid Society subscribed more than $5,000 in food and clothing for Confederate soldiers in 1861. In general, however, the people of Fredericksburg and Gillespie County suffered under Confederate martial law, imposed in 1862, and from the depredations of such outlaws as James P. Waldrip. Waldrip, the leader of a notorious gang, was shot by an unknown assassin beneath a live oak tree outside the Nimitz Hotel in 1867.

The bitter experience of the Civil War strengthened the traditional German determination not to get involved in state and national affairs. The Germans tried to maintain their independence by steadfastly refusing to learn or use English. The first newspaper in the county was the German-language Fredericksburg Wochenblatt, established in 1877, and a teamster who drove freight from Austin to Fredericksburg in the 1880s claimed that the local sheriff, who spoke German and broken English, was the only person in Fredericksburg who could act as an interpreter for him. The most authoritative history of early Fredericksburg was Fest-Ausgabe zum fuenfzig-jaehrigen Jubilaeum der deutschen Kolonie Friedrichsburg, written by Robert G. Penniger for the town's fiftieth-anniversary celebration in 1896. Not until after 1900 were the first purely English-speaking teachers employed in Fredericksburg's public schools.

As the town grew in size and importance, however, its self-imposed isolation was beginning to break down. The first Gillespie County Fair was held in 1881 at Fort Martin Scott and moved to Fredericksburg in 1889. The fair, celebrated as the first in Texas, soon attracted relatively large numbers of visitors to Fredericksburg. The town got its first electric-light company in 1896 and its first ice factory in 1907; by 1904 the estimated population had risen to 1,632. Another factor in Fredericksburg's decreasing insularity was the construction of the San Antonio, Fredericksburg and Northern Railway, the first train of which rolled into Fredericksburg on November 17, 1913, and was greeted with a three-day celebration. The railroad was reorganized as the Fredericksburg and Northern in 1917 and remained in operation until July 25, 1942, when it died, a victim of improved roads and automobiles.

By World War I a number of residents of Fredericksburg considered Penniger's editorial newspaper too pro-German. Another symbol of change was the spring 1928 vote to incorporate, a move the people of Fredericksburg had resisted for eighty-two years because they preferred to use the county as the unit of local government: why, they reasoned, pay two sets of public officials when one would suffice? At the time of the vote Fredericksburg was the largest unincorporated town in the United States, and the increasing size and complexity of both the town and the county made a change necessary. The 1930 United States census, the first in which Fredericksburg was included, gave the town's population as 2,416. Thereafter the population grew slowly but steadily, reaching 3,544 in 1940, 3,847 in 1950, 4,629 in 1960, 5,326 in 1970, and 6,412 in 1980. As Fredericksburg grew it became the principal manufacturing center of Gillespie County. At various times it has had a furniture factory, a cement plant, a poultry-dressing plant, granite and limestone quarries, a mattress factory, a peanut-oil plant, a sewing factory, a metal and iron works, and a tannery. As early as 1930, however, the town was also becoming known as a resort center, with a tourist camp and hunting and fishing opportunities; a significant part of the town's economy continues to depend upon its ability to attract the tourist trade. One of the organizations that has helped make Fredericksburg an important tourist center is the Gillespie County Historical Society, founded in 1934 to preserve local history and traditions. Its immediate goal was the completion, with the help of the Civil Works Administration, of a replica of the Vereins-Kirche, which had been torn down in 1897. When it was completed in 1936 for the Texas Centennial celebration, the structure became the home of the Pioneer Museum. After the museum was moved in 1955 the new Vereins-Kirche became the home of the Gillespie County archives. Another local structure of some historical significance is the Admiral Nimitz Center in the old Nimitz Hotel, commemorating native son Adm. Chester W. Nimitz, a hero of World War II.

In the 1980s Fredericksburg had thirty-eight restaurants, thirteen motels, a resort farm, a campground, three art galleries, and twenty antique stores. In addition, the town was the site of a number of annual events, many of which recall Fredericksburg's German pioneer past, which attracted visitors from throughout the state. Among these events were the Wild Game Dinner (for men only) in March and the Damenfest (for women only) in October, both of which benefit the Fredericksburg Heritage Foundation; the Easter Fires Pageant; the Founders Day celebration, on the Saturday nearest May 8, which benefits the Gillespie County Historical Society; A Night in Old Fredericksburg, in July; Oktoberfest; and the Kristkindl Market and Candlelight Homes Tour, both in December. The Gillespie County Fair is held in Fredericksburg on the third weekend in August; the fairgrounds are also the site of racing meets on Memorial Day and the Fourth of July and a hunter-jumper horse show in June. In 1990 the population was 6,934, and in 2000 the community had 8,911 inhabitants and 910 businesses.

BIBLIOGRAPHY: Don Hampton Biggers, German Pioneers in Texas (Fredericksburg, Texas: Fredericksburg Publishing, 1925). Sara Kay Curtis, A History of Gillespie County, Texas, 1846-1900 (M.A. thesis, University of Texas, 1943). Gillespie County Historical Society, Pioneers in God's Hills (2 vols., Austin: Von Boeckmann-Jones, 1960, 1974). Ella Amanda Gold, The History of Education in Gillespie County (M.A. thesis, University of Texas, 1945). Sarah Sam Gray, The German-American Community of Fredericksburg, Texas and Its Assimilation (M.A. thesis, University of Texas, 1929). Richard Zelade, Hill Country (Austin: Texas Monthly Press, 1983).

Martin Donell Kohout

jueves, 25 de diciembre de 2008

rupicola, filamentosa... you name it.

I love everything about Yucca.

There is so much to say.


Christmas couldn't have been more traditional although it could have been were the whole family not so sick and then more traditional members of the family could have made it to midnight mass.

Its near 80 degrees down here and I feel like a damn yankee.
Ya'all ever hearda recylcin' ?

viernes, 12 de diciembre de 2008

Happy Birthday Mom

Dad sold the ice cream store!!!

The transition is official as of January 1st however I imagine my dad will be spending a bit of time helping the new owners adjust. Its in his nature.

He imagines that when I get home from Oregon we will be eating ice cream three times a day and opening the store at 2AM to make all kinds of privileged messes. He is even suggesting that on Christmas day we invite all of our friends and family to raid the store and eat as much ice cream as possible. If you're interested/within a reasonable radius I suggest you contact me for details.

I feel like my identity is being sold here. I mean honestly, I don't have clear memories of middle school beyond my first punk mix tape and repeatedly being asked,
"So, can I like... have free ice cream?"

And yeah, that was me in the cow costume for the good part of 2000- 2005.

What about all of the people along the way? All of those friends our family has made...
The "Moo Crew" as we called it. Laurie, Henry, Brooke, Sam, Tank, Eric, Steph, Michele, Carolyn, ohh remember Jeff!, Courtney, Ashley, Pablo!!! PABLO!
Remember when we first hired Pablo and we didn't let him serve customers for two weeks? We sent him to make hundreds of dipped cones in the back of the store and told him it was because he was Mexican.

(This event, against your judgement, was not racist. His hiring happened to coincide with an unusually large order for dipped cones, a first in MooHistory. )

No more cow- spotted pink and turquoise aprons or bandannas! No more large catering orders to juice up your forearms! No more bumming in the back and eating the "mistakes" whilst periodically slapping the CD player in order to turn it back on. No more nasty jokes about Creamy Coc(o)nut. (or the endless possible sexual innuendos related to milk and cream)
No more strange concoctions...like the infamous cement shake...
6 oz. chocolate 6 oz. cotton candy 8 oz. moo milk.

No more referring to milk as moo milk!

Who were the Abdullas before Maggie Moo's?


This feels epic! I wish it were like the ending of Empire Records where we all hustle to save the store from being taken over by the MAN and he host a DAMN THE MAN party and then whenever the preparation sequence starts, that will be the queue for that one 90s hit song that sounds " Nothing left to sing about this time/It's over now
/The word is out/It hit the polls/Claimed a place among the rest
/Of today's new things and/Last night's shows/The have-you-heards and/The did-you-knows/But I've got my place/Will you be still/And try to keep from buying"

Etc.

What a worthless homage I have done. There were times when I hated that store. There were those times when I just wanted to be a normal teenager along the lines of not having to scoop ice cream next to your dad after school while all your friends were getting high.

Well.


Wuuhhlll.


Here's to winning my heart over in the end. Cheers to you, Maggie. SALUD!







In other news I had the time of my life last night. I got pretty far with my mom's bread napkin. When I was midway done with the lettering people would stop and read "Mu Bread" and ask, "Muhh bread? Like, MY bread? Huh. Funny" But then I would say no, Mom's Bread. And then when I was done with the "O" the new question was "Mo Bread. HAHA! Like gimme mo' bread! Funny." But then I would say no, Mom's Bread.

But craft night was actually part Craft Night and part Dance Church which is only supposed to happen on Sunday mornings at 10 AM but Emily properly used the event as a demonstration, "See guys! This is what Dance Church is like!"

They were all convinced much like I am when I hear the African music and "wweeeee!" resonating through my walls. Mark your calendars. Dance Church: Sunday 10 AM 5335 NE Mallory Ave.

But there was also soup , of course, and poster-making for the Bizarre Bazaar this Saturday, along with some vagina- naming. Huh! What!

We went around the room and named each other's ____. Some people already had names for theirs.

Mine: Lolita, depending on circumstances maybe Dolores or Lola. (and yes, its a loaded name for such things, I know.)
Emily: Beony
Wes: Foggy (or Sebastian)
John: The Duchess
Carson: Syrah or, Sir Raw
Leila: Lily
Kenya: Bobbi
Seth: Tomatillo

I just realized we didn't give one for Bello. I'll bring that to attention next Thursday. Oh! I won't be in Portland next Thursday! =(

I will however be doing some much needed volunteer work with the family. They seemed to have packed my schedule jam. Err. Jam- packed it.


Everybodys dyin'. Its the recession.

My course list.




I hope to hear from all of you soon. Happy windiest/iciest holidays!


jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2008

Woman whatcha gonna do now, whatcha gonna do about it


Sabrina prefers Bob's Red Mill Hot Cereal cold.
Sabrina is obsessed with finding unique ways to hang her plants. Light bulbs, light fixtures, tea pots, lanterns, etc.
She is currently making a chess set with mushrooms for pawns and
wishes she could use wine corks to plug all the holes in the world.
Never in her life has she ever been so sure or eaten this many raisins.

The third degree burn is much better however the hair is severely tangled in ways unapproachable to mankind.

New things this week:
the word usufruct

u⋅su⋅fruct

–noun Roman and Civil Law. the right of enjoying all the advantages derivable from the use of something that belongs to another, as far as is compatible with the substance of the thing not being destroyed or injured.


and

Charlie Hunter Trio's Baboon Strength show.

On the contrary there are also the usual happenings this week. This includes baking romanesco any way imaginable. Any ideas?





Tonight is craft night. This week the project involves cross-stitching a loaf of bread and other starchy items on to a starchy fabric for momma's 50th birthday.
Why is this much more exciting than getting into graduate school?


Congratulations to General Beauregard on the new album. Sabrina had a headache when she first heard it but she realized later that it may have been an appropriate state of mind on account of the song titles.
Head. Appropriate state of head.

Which one is better, the snail or the earthworm?


Oh and maybe Fredericksburg or Austin for New Years.

viernes, 5 de diciembre de 2008

Chisme





Surprises are growing more and more welcome in my eyes.
The conglomerate grits fell on to the wooden floors and came back with a raisin.
I woke up twice. The first time I was called, "pugnacious". The second time I found leftover wine with a dead fly not swimming in it but wading, or "waiting", if that's what your religion might tell you about a bath with the juice of your vice. (alcohol, not grapes). Or I don't know maybe grapes are your vice.

Also, the third time I woke up I was in a sun bath (all of the baths happen but not often the washing kind) in the bed of my hammock and not the bed of my bed. But this time I was all the more truculent.
What I mean is ironically, I am going to fight these feelings of combativeness.


Thank you Todd for I Always Look up the Word"egregious"
Its exactly the kind of book I like to pick up and read and forget what I could have tried to learn.

Some of the mails I have been receiving
well
and some I have not been receiving
at all
and others I have not been receiving
so well.


John Kretlow left the letter he wrote me in Montreal so I got a email urging placidity in response to the fact that my mail will be coming from gasp CANADA.
And god forbid.
And godspeed.
I got the one from Christa which confirms we are living parallel lives. Literally. Not just literal because its in writing now too, but also because we are on parallel coasts. Its figuratively parallel because we are both finding ourselves in the midst of uncanny bouts of adulthood i.e. she has a major cut with stitches and I have what might be a 3rd degree burn. Both self inflicted. Well she inflicted hers. I didn't inflict hers, myself.

So now I covered the one that hasn't been received, the one that has been well received and so we are left with the third. I'd rather not.

Remember earlier when I was in love with surprises. Here is one. Last night I thought Jon was doing a horrendous job at writing my acrostic. However this morning after the third wake I found this clever little declaration on my very own first piece of furniture as my own woman, my kitchen table.







S cientific
A rmy
B ully
R ingworm
I insensitive
N ieve

A ntonymns----^


and because I fancy things that happen congruently (aka meanwhile)
this was also on the same sheet
My groceries
eggs (many), flour (a bag), milk (1/2 gal.), oats (many), raisins (many), potatoes (a few), olive oil (a bottle)

I am currently avoiding the picking and choosing task of separating my comics of November into a booklet. I have so far validated only 15.
=(

Maybe I should not make a booklet until I combine with those from December? I imagine I will be doing quite a bit many in Texas. I mean that as I will have much of nothing to do and not that there will be MY GOSH SOooooo much to document.

I really want to make a road trip to Austin when I get back but I just don't know if I can. I think I should make the time but my family gets extremely jealous. (What my brain is really saying here: P.Terry's burger, fries, and banilla shake. Extra ketchup please.)

where have I been??

Recently, I love this from David:


jueves, 20 de noviembre de 2008

"I'll bet the bubbles exploded to tickle the bath"

Sweet Potato pancake batter happened this morning in the likes of a 5:45- to- 6:40 AM time span. But that's by the way.

Here is the news brief you're lookin' for:
After making the batter I topped it off with a load of chopped pecans. I wished they were candied however I've no oven to be worked with. Everything after a sweet potato battered morning becomes eggy and it is all in cause of my bare, eggy hands having touched every which thing in very much the same ill-mannered way of a toddler. If that's not a no- no I don't think I would know one if I ever were to ever see one.
When I gave the recipe my good ol' Sabrina's touch*(see fig. 1.0) (adding oats and cinnamon, among other things), I recalled that there is a Neutral Milk Hotel album called Invent Yourself a Shortcake. I don't think so much of that album- not to be rude. I often receive it as just the presence of noise and in fact, one song is just that; its called "More Noise". But, I like to mind that near- ancient Modest Mouse recordings are treated similarly to a majority of listeners. I myself regard those older recordings as the essence of their potential as a growing talent. But it is after all just noise in more than just one way.


*Fig. 1.0
Touch Scale

"Touched by an Angel"
---------------------Midas Touch
(The golden one, not the oil change)(Or, actually, either)
---------------------------------------------------
-----Sabrina's touch



And. Uh-oh. Here we go... Its raining.
Translation in Garlic: !!!!!!!!!YIPPYYY!!!!!!!
Translation in Cactus: no bueno.
And for kicks...
Translation in Gaelic: tá sé ag cur fearthainne

Is this my long awaited metamorphosis? What if when I leave the cocoon I am just another ragamuffin?


Today was the first day I have had cuban coffee since I moved to Oregon. I think it accounts for the use of exclamation marks in this post but don't get it in your head that I am opposed to the idea of loudness in writing. I think that wild enthusiasm is too commonly opposed.

Oh. And I heard the loudest cat- screeching- business I have EVER heard my WHOLE life (which hasn't happened yet, really) and I'm no detective, but lets just say I found in the back yard this morning nothing less than a dead rat the size of a premature newborn, or a "preemie", if you will. "They" invented the word "entrails" for this excact moment in time but I am not even in the habit of recounting such graphic details so I'll leave it right here for you and your sick imagination to dally. I have to take a shovel and get Mr.MortuusRattus in to the purgamentum recepticle. . .what am I doing here again?

miércoles, 19 de noviembre de 2008

Thursday is Craft Night our house. Last week Emily made clay chickens, a horse, and a duck.

Yesterday I was so hopeful. I applied to four jobs.
Q: What happened to my optimism?

A: It was swallowed down with the shot of apple cider vinegar I had after breakfast this morning. After breakfast this morning then consequently, I had nothing but hopelessness.

If hope floats then does hopelessness sink? Gee. That's what it sure feels like.

The Christmas- time Salvation Army bell ringers now accept debit/credit. If thats not a sign of the apocalypse then it must have already happened when we were busy buying things.

PS: Can loyalty be learned? Or are you just born with it, much like blonde hair?


I think today (as a concept) will yeild 6 or so comics. And one package from my mom. I hope she sent me some empanadas or coffee or a job.

New word: flummery
Mumbo jumbo; nonsense


Well, my plants are parched. Anyway, it feels good to be needed.

jueves, 13 de noviembre de 2008

I like-a the Yam (vegetable)














What more can I ask of a trail mix? Mt. Jefferson's mix has everything to please: raisins, cashews, coconut, dried fruits and true love.
I added currants, too!

I went with Sara last weekend to get an Irish Coffee (mmMMMmmm) in front of central library to pump up for the homelessness documentary we saw called Great Speeches from a Dying World. We looped around the museum where the film was being exhibited and several times, quazi-lost, we sprung sight-seeing discourse and meanwhile, a word I use a lot, Sara was making ironic comments (in hindsight) like, "They show a lot of really good films here", pointing in the direction of the theatre in pursuit.
It was truly moving and we were so lucky enough to have attended a screening where the director was present to answer questions. I liked when someone in the audience asked, "Wasn't it hard to go and see these people everyday and not try and offer them something, money or food or anything to give them immediate help?" and the director, a young man about your or my age, very matter-of-factly responded along the lines, "No. I had nothing to give them. I was staying with friends I had no job just my camera. Once Tomey (one of the homeless folks) came to see where I was staying and he said, 'Well, this shit sucks!'"
This director also did a small film as a homage to the great Werner Herzog but I'm not in the know on that details of that one.
This weekend she (Sara) and I ate brussel sprouts together (a recipe with orange juice, butter, and ginger!) and we stretched before going to play drunken Uno with the gang at a local bar, the Florida Room.

The smoking ban is just about to start here. Its strange to watch the bars doll up their patios to accommodate their smoking patrons for the predictably tumultuous weather of this town.

I find a spider in every which place. A one Mr. Webster was caught lurking in the corners of my shower this afternoon, in fact. I called in the french troops under ColonelLoriel's command, to take care of business and "leave behind no prisoners", I say!
Unlike me to be violent... but its better than being ambiviolent, no?

I hadn't seen the sun in a while and I am passively observing the toll that it is taking on my job- search routine. Instead of taking a walk around town I wait for call- backs on my couch for what seems like milennia and then resort to answering CraigsList posts with cover letters that might say To Whom It May Concern, for the love of God, hire me.
Although, I finally got an interview with a video rental place. Ha!

I made chips out of the rutabaga Jon brought from the farm. (The chips were mediocre not the root itself! ) For those of you communicating in math:
chips < the root.
He and I went to get some Ethiopian food and see a local improv troupe, the Liberators, at a new venue down the street. It was funny for us to get out and have a night out on the town, when in reality the dinner and show were all just 45 seconds walking distance from our homes. We also tried to watch this Fellini movie but I think on account of the four or so batches of popcorn overflowing in my kitchen, the movie was sort of abandoned in place of popcorn-clean- up and disaster relief.
Although, we were productive enough to start my garlic garden in the back yard. We used some of the compost already back there and it looks pretty cute actually. Maybe I can find time to post a neat picture of the neat rows.
Yesterday we finally got a chance to bottle the beer (way later than we were supposed to have, apparently) and meanwhile in sanitizing bottles and adding the priming sugar I was able to bake an apple crisp with apples from this weekend's short trip to the farmers market.
The bottling went okayyyy. We ended up adding a touch of root beer extract in the brew. I don't really know how this is going to turn out. But who cares, its my first brew.

My latest observances of the Northwest gardening and farming lifestyle lead me to conclude that I have never experienced such a fascination with passion. If it could be that the dirt on your hands when we sit to eat dinner were that very same specs of dirt from the potatoes we've cooked, and our hands were the very tools which brought the food to the table, wouldn't it all just be so wonderful and seamlessly orchestrated? I want so badly to finish reading my Maritime Northwest Garden Guide and await the tasks at hand for January! Right now the yard is really a distraught mess. I have some cilantro and mint seeds growing in the kitchen and also, I fear for the life of my cactus... poor guy. No sun for 3 days this past week!

The cactus soil I got him is great though. There is clay and humus and pumice.
He'll just eat it uppppp! Too bad he is a cactus because hes the closest thing I've got to a warm, Texas embrace.

I listen to Kvrx when I miss Austin a lot. Also, Aaron's sister was interviewed about her knowledge of the raw foods diet. The interview is great, although... there is much more to this hilarious news segment than just the diet. Everything about it makes me miss the damned REPUBLIC OF TEJAS. (Hint: the link for the interview is a click on the yam)

Great news! I just got a letter in the mail from my friend Robby from Denton, Texas. He is moving to Portland soon! Woo hoo!

What's a good antonym for philistine?

I nailed down the 2x4s to my bed frame because they often shift in the middle of the night and then I wake up curled up in a mattress cocoon/pit. It sounds nice, but its actually really strange. I can't familiarize the experience. Take my word.

I found some wood by my trash too so I am taking the liberty to paint a Bienvenidos sign to hang on the fence in front of my door. I am very hungry for an ice cream shake right now.

I recently added harrumphing to my vocabulary. You ought to do the same, if I may make such a bold demand. Also, I love when critics review authors as unapologetic. I feel that I ought to be the same as an author of this blog. I have no remorse for you fools!

Other words I learned: truculent and bumptious. I use them with great frequency.

Jon dumped this really enormous projector in my house and when Paul came over with Wes the other night we both researched and found out the light bulb is a $30 1000 watt bulb. !!!! one thousand!!! There is a light blub specialty store close to me (I know!) and I may go and see about it but I may not. I might not mostly because there is a piece of broken glass that was lying next to it and it definitely looks like an essential piece for reflection or something. Anyhow, the lens is still there and that makes it so intriguing. Paul has the grand idea to steal bugs from my garden and make them fight and project it. There is also a huge piece of equipment in the basement, where there was once a darkroom, and I found out its an enlarger!

People here are impressed with my Spanish skills but I mostly laugh to myself when I think about all of the speakers in Texas.

I recommend some of the articles in the latest issue of The Believer. I don't know if I still get mine sent to Pearl, but if I do, can someone check that out for me? Anyway I learned about the four humors in a funny way, and so can you!


This is for Nick. Maybe I'll make a trip to Crater Lake and see you in Corvallis sometime?



Ugh. OK. thats enough.

jueves, 6 de noviembre de 2008

Work Boots in Commission but Still Unemployed

I have these major bruises. Not major like the ranking of a commander but more along the lines of a ____ fashion crisis.
However, these tender things came not from being stylistically challenged, or whatever is making my house look kinda ugly. The bruises are acutally from a bike wreck.
I would rather talk about Emily's homeopathic solution , arnica, than the accident itself, though.
Or actually, lets talk about our feelings.
Feeling gay? Well, too bad! Because the United States of Uh?merica is apparently not so happy about your feeling gay today!

But, meanwhile, He is our new commander in cheif and He does resemble Johnny in a quite a large way.











I received the cactus I have been expecting in the mail for a whole lot of some 3 days. The experience was celebrated maybe by the 4 or 5 other huge receptions that day...
1. 1/2 chord of wood which makes the house smell like an enchanted forrest.
2. Internets!! which gives the tick tock to my lovely online affair with wikipedia or google or what-have-you-lazy-ass-problem-solving-technique.
3. Lists are starting to bore me.


The New Seasons job hasn't happened but that is not to say its not in the making. A friend- slash- baker at the market has persistantly reassured me of his assistance in obtaining this job, and I fear not, now that my occupation is in the hands of new company. Also, a spanish lessons for fresh bread bartar is in the makings. Anywaysm I have this wonderful trust for those I know little of, and this is a great moment to depend on that superstition. Speaking of!
I found an unlit match in my bed!
Is something/one trying to sacrifice my slumber, set it aflame, perhaps?


My new favorite unmentioned Blog Item is Emily, my new housemate. She (and her dog, Bello) are my newest companions and I feel so very comfortable around and about each of them, in every prepositional way posible, come to think of it. And she makes good potatot-leek soup, too!

If you're wondering about the things that occupy my time in place of a job, I'm still finishing Heartbreak Soup. But as it is that I am perhaps impulsive and of little patience (or rather I practice patience in every other facet, allowing for indulgence in literature) it appears I have made it half way through 3 books and completed Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D. Salinger.
In Progress and lovin' it:
Tom Robbins Still Life with Woodpecker
Krishnamurti To Be Human
a Graphic Novel Biography of Malcom X

But, I mean, I don't just readdddd all day.
In the real world there is much to be done.
Emily made soup for everyone (visitors, me)...and we had the fireplace lit to listen to the election on the radio. In other updates, I'm now a member of the Independent Publishers Resource Center and currently on the hunt for some light fixtures that might dumb down the floursencent overhead glow of the current lighting situation.
I found a percalator at a vintage shop for like 7 bucks!
Plus!
I was a train conductor for Halloween where, I was with only 3 other people. It was a nice evening of champagne, a birthday, an artichoke, jazz, and there was this one other thing but I can't remember what it was but I know it was similar to things like champagne or jazz. The whole night was very in keeping with the kind of feeling you might get with either a birthday or an artichoke.
(2 of the 3 people were not in costume. And yes, at a certain point in the night I was sort of just in my costume without a certain place to be. (blowing my train whistle) )

Overalls put the goodtimes in fun.

Rain put the everyday in my Portland.

There's a lot to say about the past while of unbloggedly living.
I still really miss "knowing people well enough to tickle them"


Menos todas las excusas ya mencionada seria bien si les diria todo lo que hice en el tiempo, este tiempo con falta de descripción, no?
BUENO PUES

Hace una semana que pasé por la casa de los vecinos cuando decidieron hacer cerveza… y aunque tenía toda la razon de ya concocer este processo, por la influencia de Thomas o mi ex- jefe Aaron, o por los menos Malcom y su mead, nunca aprendí. Entonces bien emocionante me puse a dedicar la noche (las 8 pm hasta las 5 am!!) a los detalles del processo. No se como salrirá pero no hay forma de saber el sabor sin esperar las cuatro semanas de fermentación.

¿Qué más? bueno, comí carne en la peor forma, hot dog, o como se dice en Argentina PANCHOOOOO!!!!!

Este video es una de las miles de memorias que tengo de nuestros amigos de allá (Titi y Valeria en esta ocasión en particular) Yo fui a comer panchos con ellos tantas veces pero como era vegetariana, yo siempre comía pan con pickled cosas adentro en vez de carne.

Last night my friend Jon brought over some vegetables from the farm and we watched Looney Toons Merrie Melodies. I hope this weekend he and I can play catch at one of the parks by my house. It sounds like he is my 7 year old friend, doesn't it?

Ahora me retiro porque acabo de notar la sencillez en dejer un poquito para la imaginación.

PS. Mi hermano llevó un traje de Aladin para Halloween. just think about it.

miércoles, 5 de noviembre de 2008

Interlude

Not to worry, dearest readers, I will return with news of my community interactions once again. Alas, "borrowed" internets have failed me and I am stricken with a case of the Book-Bound Blues. That's right. For now, my questions are answered in an internetless fashion and I recommend to you, avid fans of my life, do dabble in similar waters. These brief affairs with tangible/reckless data (in the form of sticky notes, mouths and tongues and vocal chords and brains, books, and TriMet pamphlets) have given me a modest perspective on the real situation of my latest trial of towns, (Portland, Oregon?!). So, stay. And, stay tuned.

I leave you with an aside...
The series of illustrated events have ensued. I have teamed up with the month of November and we have begun a process of comic documentation and scans will soon follow!

miércoles, 22 de octubre de 2008

I propose a new element of suspense: in this, the story of my life...

Where did the big spider go?

Yup. Went to take a picture and man, Big Guy, you should come back because its not that I’m scared of you but, I just like to know where you are, you know?

For the most part, today was a lot of reconciling with the issues regarding item #10 of the last post.

[Pause. Here, I pause to let you go and check back at the list.]

Well I did also cut through my middle finger, as nearly the first thing on today’s agenda was “Toast Bagel.

Then I guess that makes the second thing, “Eat Jalepeño Bagel.
And this is the part where, if you know me, you are making the EEEK face.
Yeah, I made the EEEK face when I stuck it in my mouth. I thought the bit of red on the bagel was just a drop of blood. Ha ha. It was actually some sort of chili pepper, out to ruin my morning!

But it didn’t because I love to be crafty. Let me explain.

I currently have zero Band- Aids, (Between having zero of a lot of other things, Band- Aids somehow did not make top priority? Adulthood is about mistakes I think.), and when I cut my finger it started to bleed as though I were supposed to have already thought of building an ark full of animals to save our world. Well, instead of an ark…
I crafted this finger cast with Neosporin, toilet paper, and green masking tape.
I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to post a picture of it because while although I am so very proud of its crafty construction, a picture of my middle finger might limit the viewing of this page to an adult audience only.

I figured I would kill two birds with one stone and get the repulsive tie- die blanket in there as I try and make this picture bearable for all age groups.












Meanwhile, I started knitting again. I think of my sister and the way she would delicately word my choice in yarn colors.
“Barf green” or “puke yellow,” or… try on, “poop brown” for size.
Not to be mistaken with, “ a warm, soft pallet of autumn foliage”

I discovered that two houses to the left across the street from me (eh?) there is a perfectly wonderful swing set playground for two, padded with wood chips and everything! I took the yarn and the giant headphones my dad got me, which double as earmuffs, along with my FM personal radio and listened to NPR until the reception static convinced me to change to classical. And then the 6-year-old girl made me change to the bench because, as she put it, “Yer hawgginnn the sweeeeengggguhh” (translation: “this is my territory woman! Hop off the playground before my kinder- crew comes to mess you up!”)
















Ooohh. Lots of dialogue in today’s post. And italics. I welcome italics. Some even call me the Italic Stallion.

I think tomorrow I will make Daal in honor of it being Thursday.



Shoot! I was supposed to go square dancing today!


*Note on the bagel situation: I tried putting jelly on it to smooth out the spice. I think the word that best describes that concoction is cement.

martes, 21 de octubre de 2008

As an element of suspense I propose that my next post include a picture of the giant spider outside of my window!

Man, Coco Rosie's lyrics are messed up but I pretty much binged on them all day.

Today was a heavy day. Its so heavy, in fact, that I don't know how else to summarize it without a (boring/maybe melodramatic) litany of sorts.

10.Got news of a death, felt crappy
9.Passive aggressive bus driver on the #6.
8.Talked to the Head Dude of the Ooligan Press, felt sure about getting the MA
7.Sat in on the Intro to Book Publishing class and learned the difference between three choices of hyphen- style typographical marks : hyphen, 1/n, and 1/m
6.Got an interview for Thursday at Moonstruck Chocolate Cafe where... I lied and told them I LOVE to eat CHOCOLATE
5. Read about meditation and listened to Norman Blake (Whiskey Before Breakfast) on the yellow line home
4. Showered for the first time in 3 days, ate tomato soup and raisins
3.Got news of a birth, felt comforted
2. Read Heartbreak Soup, listened to Alan Watts, and nearly cried about birth/death
1. Hung out with the kids across the street and felt like a real, live human

Did I ever tell you my sister dressed in my clothes for nerd day at her high school? I am actually mildly flattered.

I haven't drawn pictures in 4 days. I'm not feeling like myself ... but then Jeff might say, "When are you not yourself?"

I miss Inchie Pinchie Ponchie.
Pinchie is a donkey.

lunes, 20 de octubre de 2008

I´m tie- dead.

I finished the bed sheet and good thing I was too lazy to put it out last night to dry in this morning's sunshine because this morning's sunshine was actually this morning's rainstorm.

Well its out there now and its actually quite ugly. I'm pretty sure it got kind of wet from the afternoon drizzle (which I may or may not be making up but, I think it happened while I was at the library- either that or someone sprinkled my bike seat with tiny drops of liquid).

At the library today I got another Hernandez brothers comic even though I still haven´t finished Love and Rockets. Also, I got a few CD´s. So far I've listened to Frank Zappa's Them or Us and Antibalas´ Security. Both were suitable for afternoon lunch- making (free bagel with some jam and things).

I got this Fritz Lang DVD collection of some sort. I know my brother likes him so I might as well try it out. I have a feeling I will be going back to my addiction to movies. I´m calling it an addiction because I use it in the same way most alcoholics use alcohol: a repetative solution for sadness or loneliness; the latter in my case. Yeah so, last night I watched Il Posto ("A magical tale about a young man's initiation into adulthood"... just like me!) and it really made me miss my friend Daniel in Austin. He has introduced me to so many weird movies but meanwhile he's got good taste in movies in general. The only reason I would say that is because I like the same movies he likes and so I guess the principle here is basically if someone likes the same thing as me... then they have good taste?

Welllll... today when I got home from another trip to the grocery store ( I have to get a little bit at a time since I'm on le bike) I was thinking on the ride home, "Man, I would love to have a tall glass of ______"
... then realizing I can't have a tall glass of anything rather since I have no tall glasses.

On that subject, I am also learning a lot about the consequences of being frugal. The other afternoon I was debating the choice of two candles. Both candles were of the same scent but one was pricier than the other and I, of course, decided on the one marginally cheaper. Then I came home to find out the candle would burn for only 2- 4 hours. I was dissapointed to notice at the grocery store today that my abandoned option was presumptuously sitting on its shelf with a label declaring a "lasting 6- 8 hours".

or maybe I should be a more attentive consumer? The thing is...
I really already am! I am that snobbish shopper standing in the middle of the isle for 6 minutes...reading the label on DelMonte´s Mandarin Orange Slices cans wondering ... why do they have to add sugar?!

Anyway. I applied to a million and one jobs online today. One was for a chocolate cafe... in hopes that I don't have to prove my devotion to the product. But seriously, in this economic crisis, maybe I have no choice but to abandon the founding values of my core existance. Am I exaggerating or is this not what patriotic Americans had to do in the time of the Great Depression?


Today the only people I talked to were:
The teenage cashier at the checkout "Oh, I don't need a bag actually......"
The library checkout woman "You too" (response to Have a nice day not, I love you)
And a dog on the street "Pssssttt..."

Well tomorrow I will apply for more jobs and go to a pumpkin carving event at an acquaintance's house. This is strangley in congruence with the latest activity formula in my life.
Where a = life
a =
craft project + productive project

Try and see past the consequent behavior of my minimal social interaction.

There are people my age who live across the street. I am too timid to go over there and innitiate some kind of mumbling garbage about where I came from and what they do for a living. Oh and, what a nice cat you have.

I feel slightly defeated by the ants in my kitchen.

Here is a picture of my curtain fabric:

domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008

Life in Stump Town

Woke up this morning with the worst stomach ache and I´m so glad that's over now. I have been getting migraines lately, too. Why?


I just finished the twisting/folding/rubber- banding process of tie-dying a large piece of fabric I have been using as my bed sheet. It took a long time but I made some mate this morning and if there's one thing I learned about being alone... you drink all the mate for yourself...

I got the fabric and many others at this awesome store, SCRAP. And then yesterday I was supposed to go to Tryon farm to learn some goat things and permaculture things and what have you... but then we missed the bus and instead I bought a shower head from the rebuilding center, orange lentils from the Ethiopian market, a temporary bike from the Community Cycling Center, and one of those typical Mexican style woven blankets from a hippie shop down Alberta. In that shop there was a border collie and I knew it was a border collie but I asked the deadhead shop owner anyways because the dog was so fat I couldn´t believe my eyes. And then he said his name was Kodak (I heard Kodak, Wes heard Kodah) and he said to the dog "Tell her all about it" wherein the dog proceeded to talk to me.
But in dog-talk.

Then I bought a plant at Pistil´s nursery where I sat for a half hour and talked to Tim, the mushroom man, about starting to grow fungi inside my home. He was eager to tell me all about the details and we agreed that being a beginner in this whole deal is a really intimidating thing.
He explained in a funny way something about the process where you might pick a certain mushroom from the ground and say to yourself "This is the little guy that I like and basically, I want to clone him because he is just right for me. You see, then you know he's a good one because he is living and therefore has the right makeup for survival, so you realllyyy want to make more of him, right?"
And I´m trying not to laugh because there are these really hilarious hairy chickens walking around and Wes came behind me and whispered "That one looks like he has an Afro and little bell- bottoms on". But then
Tim talked about pressing the cap on a sterile sheet of paper with a cup on top to prevent contamination . That's a process that lasts over night and after you see the gill prints you would, the next day, soak the paper in water and take a sterile syringe and suck up that water....

So all in all there is so much room for contamination. Like even when you´ve got it going in your mason jar, the part where you cut a hole and then hot glue the hole but have to stick the syringe in the whole where the glue is (after its cooled but before the glue has hardened)... that part seems tedious, too.

So, for confidence Tim recommends I by a Blue Oyster starter kit. Which, I will.

After I tie-dye this blanket- which has for the most part been a sound track of like the electronic music Jason sent me (I love Badun's album cover!) instead of the typical like I don´t know ... Donavon and Phish- I am going to go to the New Seasons and get some white wine vinegar and make rose petal vinegar with cloves. And I´m going to get a potato so I can start a potato vine in my kitchen, which will only be my second plant so far =(

Maybe my oyster mushrooms will soon count as like 45.

Its pretty cold in here. I can put the heat up but then I feel spoiled. Well, you see I´m not paying for utilities for October... but my land lady is so nice I wouldn´t like to run up her bill. But a side note: My oven doesn't work!!!!!!!!!

Recently Wes and his friend Paul took me to Sacred Harp shape notes singing at the Albina Press down the street. It was an incredible experience. I´ll leave it to the YouTube video explain.


Here´s a funny story:
Whenever my home owner´s dog does a poo poo in the wrong place instead of violently reprimanding the dog she goes up to the poo poo and tells it about how bad it is.
"You are such a baaaaaddd poo poo. Boy what a bad poo poo."
And then Essie, the dog, does that cute head turn and her ears flop around in confusion and she is seriously attentively staring at the poopoo and I just know that she is thinking "Jeez what a bad poo poo that one was."

The bike I got is a yellow shwinn. Its stupid but it will hold over until I get the road bike I have my eyes on at City Bikes in southeast. That one is nice but pricey. And anyway I can hold on to this yellow one for when people come visit (or couch surfers) because its really just silly to visit Portland with out a bike.

I went to a bacon party last night. (I know) I mean it was gross but all in all it made me feel great to know I was the only one not feeling disgusted from eating a massive amount of bacon at the end of the night. And then this one vegan kid showed up with vegan oatmeal cookies from this bakery and I felt like I was being given a gift for being mindful of what I put in my body. Later, the vegan kid got tricked into drinking bacon whiskey! I met some pretty cool people at that party; a married couple who will take me on their next mushroom hunt. Also, I got to go out and fetch the egg from the chicken coop they have built in the back yard. That was a largely hilarious experience.

Wes is gross because he made bacon brownies. But there were bacon chocolate cupcakes there, too. That is the epitome of my arch nemesis in the food world.

Well, I am still working on getting some pictures of the place. So far this is all I can offer:


I still need: a bathroom mat because my shower door refuses to let me fix it, a lamp, rain pants (a recommendation from everyone in Portland), friends, a coffee maker/percalator, a record player, shelving or a pole or a closet to put my clothes, a job, a solid internet source, a cat?, etc.
I might be able to get a job at New Seasons. Their minimum wage is like $10 and they have health benefits. And yeah, its a grocery store!

Meanwhile, here is my favorite new You Tube find:

(why do YouTube users leave such inappropriate comments)

martes, 9 de septiembre de 2008

"No problem. I was simply explaining that I was ruined years ago."

Oh okay and jump ahead like a month or something I don´t even know.

I feel ¨grouped¨sort of. Like not a grouper or a groupie. But like... hanging out at Gemma and Bill´s with Rabb everyday. So like. I dunno. We´re a group or something.
I mean. It´s not a co-op. Haha. Rigggghhhhtttt.

It´s hard to keep track of time. Time is always keeping track of me so I might as well...MIGHT AS WELL SIGN ON TO AIM!

Calvin: feelings are instrumental in knowing ones perspective.



You enlightened sunofagun.


It hits hard when my aunt goes to the hospital. It always flips my self- centered world upside down. Like... when did my grandma get so old and why is her dog so fat? Anyhow, while I am here, since my aunts such a phenomenal cook and all, I figured I´d work on my recipe book.

Meanwhile trying to get to know my new Pentax by NOT being able to take pictures of the Hindu temple next to my house. Rules Rules Rules

... for such an unruly little girl!!

I rented three random movies tonight and the main theme in each was coke. Umm... I should reword that to somehow include the part about how I didn´t know the main themes were all going to be coke. I have made no conclusions about this coincidence.

Jacked up on the Christmas blend Lauren gave me from her Starbucks in Louisiana. That's not fair trade so I guess " it tastes like slavery"


Bad Polaroid of my bond with Lauren in Baton Rouge.


I miss everyone.

Life is jumping. Kinda like...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_HCGKuqDjE

jueves, 17 de julio de 2008

Leaving Daniel Johnston: Austin, Texas


Reading: Creative Visualizations by Shakti Gawain
last day at work so I got to go on a walk just like a puppy dog.


martes, 15 de julio de 2008

Springtime Can Kill You




Old Michigan Pictures recently developed: Stav


Love Triangle 
1/2bh

Running low on my signature scent.



Yesterday's Yoga:
LION (backwards)














The party:



























Today Feels Like:



















jueves, 10 de julio de 2008

Outer Space Regalia Required


Native Flora of Texas graduates me today.



The only thing left do to is:

#1 Return the last of my library books.



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#2 Throw an outer space party

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