Saddle Up.

Most of my family has evacuated to Alabama. We are going to see Helen Keller's house tomorrow, a place she never got to see. Zing. All of my friends and family are getting out of town. That's all that matters.

Still, I can't decide whether I want to puke or cry.

Here is a link to an old song I just recorded in our Best Western hotel room.

Whale Fall


It sums up how I am feeling I suppose.

Filler.

So, a lot has been going on and things are looking pretty good. But, I just feel like blogging about food.

Below is a list of foodstuff that I could eat every single day.

Goji Berries

They are expensive and I blame my friend Chris for first introducing me to them. But, I like the copy on the packaging that says a handful of Goji Berries a day makes Tibetans happy.

Kashi Waffles

Every flavor is delicious and I could eat them at any time of the day. The Blueberry Waffle reminds me of these Carebear waffles we used to eat at my Babysitter's house. Delicious memories.

Coffee

Even though I can't have Intelligentsia or Metropolis anymore - The Herb Import coffee shop near me has bitchin' iced coffee. It also makes my credit card statement look more interesting because it reads "The Herb Import" every day.

Wheat Bagels

So warm. So full of bread.

Non-Fat Vanilla Yogurt

Freeze it and you have ice-cream. I am eating you right now.

Bananas

Please, don't go extinct. I'll live in the Seed Vault if I have to.

Sparkling Water

Its' like I am drinking soda. But, its water. Psyche, body!

**BONUS**

Vosges Chocolate Bar

The Goji Bar with pink salt is sooooo good. But, I can't get it down here. :(

Yay!

New Hero

I saw The Dark Knight twice this weekend. Words are not enough to describe how much I loved it, so I will just quote the Joker in regard to this film, "You complete me."

So, I was an Extra for two days in The Dark Knight. Gary Oldman is taller than expected and dreamy. Christian Bale is an Adonis. And walking up and down the street over and over for twelve hours a day while Bruce Wayne races a Lamborghini past you is actually more rewarding than retail and corporate life. Combined.




In those two days an extra had a bloody seizure, an assistant director expressed unabashed relief that it wasn't me who had the seizure because I was "super cute", the Lamborghini crashed into a Gotham cop car, and I got to watch Commissioner Gordon and Bruce Wayne exchange witty dialogue. I also got to see Christopher Nolan direct the crap out of this movie. It is official, the man gets a spot on my Hero Roster.

I shook his hand and asked him if he was using parts from Alan Moore's The Killing Joke for any of the plot, to which he replied, "Not completely, but it is definitely an influence." I just squealed, "Awesome!" And thanked him.




I am a blur to the right of the screen wearing a tan trench coat and blue shirt when the Commish and Batman are talking. I hope I don't get type casted as a blur, because I was THAT good.

So sad.

So tragic.

All Things Go

All Things Go, originally uploaded by Juxtaposedface.

While in Chicago I walked around a haunted Logan Square by myself, saw a play about twins and a mysterious elephant at Chopin, met Warren Ellis and Max Brooks, ate Shannon Pizza, ran to Humboldt Park, got to hold a pooping baby Charlie Hanna, pet several pugs with Megan, looked at paintings in the Art Institute, drank Intelligentisa till there was a hole in my stomach, lost in a game of Apples to Apples to my friend Ling who is really a witch, sang to Tori Amos on my way to a comic book convention, saw Cursive amidst a crowd of cute grown up children and fireflies, ate a Kuma Burger while my brother sang “Running with the Devil” (twice), high fived a bartender at Hungry Brain, saw The Hulk at the Logan Square movie theater for $3, sang to Bob Dylan with Nick and Robin in a cab, danced to Kate Bush, watched a lot of The Simpsons Season 2, finally bought the final trade for Y: The Last Man, did not get or give a back rub with Erin, watched The Mist while talking about werewolves at The California Clipper, danced to The Misfits with Andy’s dog Reina, ate Chipotle with the siblings, and made plans for a bitchin’ vision quest. And more.

My Greatest Contribution...

...is finding this swimming pool. One thing that I missed about Chicago was free access to swimming pools all across the city. New Orleans used to have beautiful public pools - or so my parents told me. Well, one of them still exists. It sits to the right of the Audubon Zoo. The Mississippi blows a refreshing breeze and you are only a short bike ride to Williams Plum Street Sno Ball.



Summer has been saved, praise whatever serpent god you worship.

Unfortunately, I can't move right now. I was trying to lift heavy stones for my mom's backyard. I lifted like they told me to on Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Use all of my back and snap up.
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I am watching episodes where Charlie hurts himself. I am thinking it might make me feel better.



And then I am going to read The Gunslinger - gearing up for an awesome summer.

Shhh. Just watch this.

I really want you to watch this video too.

MGMT- Electric Feel
Uploaded by Whyzix

It is perfect.

Update

Hi Everybody!

Things have been really busy as usual. I have been doing some substituting and working with this program called New Orleans Outreach. I get to see the wee ones performing acts of Poetry, Martial Arts, Yoga and African Dance. Almost all of the kids I work with are bigger than me. I think they think I am a Child Spy.

The students and teachers I work with are generally awesome. The students are just out of control cute. Most days they blow my mind with how insightful and bright they are.

Only downside is they talk a lot of trash when they play me in Tether Ball.



In other news - my mom is sprouting hair and going out to bars at night. Holy Crap!

I am also bracing myself for the summer heat. When I ride my bike here, all forms of dust, debris, and bugs stick to me - so I never feel clean.



It will be nice to ride in good ol' Critical Mass next week in a cooler climate. See you soon Chi-town.

Pugsley Ram Juneau

1994-2008

Me and My Arrow

I have spent the entire day Eulogizing one of the greatest monsters to ever walk the earth. Pugsley Ram Juneau went to Heaven today.

Pugsley had become completely incontinent and could not stand without one of us physically lifting him up. His back legs stopped working and he was peeing something that looked like egg yolk. We took him to the Vet today hoping for the best and fearing the worst.

Not before stopping at the Magic Window so he could have Hash Browns.



His endorsement beats Iron Man's.

Our Vet and us all tearfully decided that Pugsley has been in too much pain and his medication was no longer helping. He went with a stomach full of greasy fast food, surrounded by a cadre of tearful adorers, and in hazy blissed out fog. There is a huge Pug shaped hole is my heart right now.

Chief Blood Orange Satsuma Ugly Fruit Kumquat - You Will Be Missed.

The Horror

I have been meaning to say something about Doomsday.




I think my dad said it best, "That move should win an Academy Award for the Awesome category." I agree.

I also saw The Ruins this weekend.




It was perfect and surprisingly realistic.

And now that I am addicted to Youtube - a video by my favorite kind of people - art students in New York.

Magical

I Can Never Feel Sad Again

Because THIS exists. Ever.

Can't Wait!

Oh Apollo...

Twinventures

Shannon, originally uploaded by Juxtaposedface.

More to come!

Weapons

People are just People

Megan and I had the honor of seeing Christian Bale's Step Mother speak at Tulane last week.




Gloria Steinem was absurdly charming and inspiring. From talking about the painful metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly to the lie that is "Post-Feminism" - I was pretty much glued to my seat. How could Feminism be dead if what it sought to accomplish has not yet come to pass? Women's Health Care inequities came up over and over.

Speaking of Women's Health - on our way home Megan got a flat tire on her bike. We were right next to our old high school, St. Mary's Dominican. It wasn't the best of neighborhoods to night bike ride in.

We walked up to S. Carrolton. Megan joked that we should go to the Notre Dame Seminary (priest school) near by and ask for help. To which I replied, "Awesome! Yes! But, you have to ask."

So, there was Megan with braided pigtails walking up to this building below late at night.



The priests were a little confused and weary about our presence at their doorstep, but were just the same, happy to load up our bikes into the back oftheir Suburban and take us home Good Samaritan style.

Father Mike asked us where were we coming from.

"A Feminist lecture," I replied.

"Feminist, eh? I hope it was the good kind of Feminism."

Megan chimed in, "All Feminism is good."

Father Mike furrowed his brow,"Well, you know, not all "isms" are good."

I said, "Certainly! Nazism. Racism. Sexism. Agism. I agree Father, there are lots of bad isms."

Oh, comedy.

Two priests drove us home and we talked about Lent and the challenges the church has had to face since the storm down here. Father Mike worked at a hospice.

When we were at our door Father Mike yelled out from his White Suburban, "You two shouldn't ride your bikes late at night around that neighborhood!"

I Don't Have to Wait for Summer - For My Northern Friends

I should go see them at South by Southwest.

Fart Party

The twins have a new obsession.