der Wetter, ps1, loom of language

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so...today I took my meloncholy self to ps1, figuring I should make some use of this unexpected free time. They had up a great looking canopy in the courtyard...i guess there is a dance thing there on saturdays...inside I was mezmerized by a film by stan brakage...a loop of a birth that looked oh so painful and made me think of kimmie.

everything after that was strange especially the rest of the first floor which seemed to have a body fluids/oriface(sp?) theme...upstairs there were some prettier things...videos of surfing and neon chinese words for north south east and west. I tried copying thouse down since it goes along with what I've been reading in the Loom of Language.

LOL is a really amazing book that i highly recommend to anyone interested in languages or lingustics.

Tomorrow I go back to work at the bookstore...Hopefully without incident.

Our ceiling got fixed this week. It is so nice to go in there and not have debris falling from a gaping rat infested hole. Sigh.

je suis ici aujourd hui

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J'ai dix (vingt?)(minutes?)
je peut ecrir (avant?)(hasta?) (d'abord?) le Colbert Report/Daily Show
(que je L'aime)
despues...yo me voy...ir...ir...ir...aller
a el jardin...de communidad...il pleut audourdhui
je suis un peut triste...un petit triste est un peut triste
le travalille...est quoi?

disheartening?

I've been thinking about telepathy and am almost 100%
sure that my thoughts are being read...how crazy does this sound?
Can I read otherpeople's thoughts?
Maybe...I go back and forth trying to figure out
how much of this experience is technology (EL&M)
and how much is human nature.

nine minutes till Daily Show.

what else can I say...monday I started smoking again.
Tuesday I was given three day "bonus vacation"
I used these three days to do nothing but not smoke.

that amounted to sleeping, watching tv, eating and going to
coney island to lay on the beach and eat corn on the cob.
Mark that as a perfect
moment, Spaulding.

five minutes (justa?) le show quotidian.

What more can I say.
I still think about my X-boyfriend Tom as if
he would swoop down out of the sky one day
and go to coney island to eat coc w/ me.

But I know that is unlikely since he doesn't
even return my calls.

C'est deux!

exhaust exhaust exaustion

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ugh...I feel very stressed out by current events, the bed bugs, the roomate drama, the collapsing bathroom ceiling, lack of proceedure at work, a general sense of confusion, lonelyness, and turning 37...37...37. I'm going to try to see a doctor about dealing with all this stress.

Sabado en el parque

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So yesterday I rode my bike down to the bookstore and got copies of the four written repremands I have recieved since the day after Christmas day 2005 and deliver them to Horace at the UAW office. Horace was helpful and supportive. He recommended I file a grievence and ask to be compensated for lost pay. He gave me copies for myself and for Will. That reminds me I should call Will and see if he got those.

Upton Sinclair
The Jungle
NYSE
politics

I just can't believe it

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Suspension of...quoi? Dis-belief...THis belief...BE BE Bee leaf...Listening to Democracy Now on the day before my bonus day off. (Thank you Nancy for the petit vacance.) ooh...hot water boiling...I really am thankful if a bit confused. Z moved out and Bernardo and Eric and I are coping with this crumbling bathroom ceiling the hole has gotten much much bigger it's now half th bathroom cieling that is missing. We sent a letter to the {545 w 146 st Corp} letting them know we are not paying rent because of the absence of maintence which in this case is desperately needed.

Chaud Caliente et Caldo

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GOD MORGEN< IT"S HOt!
SO VERY HOT I'm dripping
in sweat...sweat is dripping down
me, rather...it is really so very hot
that I can't think of much else to
say other than, Jeseus! It's HOT!

the island

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You may remember Aldous Huxley from such public school assignments as Brave New World and SOMA.

I've been thinking about the state-raised-baby aspect of BNW, so when I saw The Island on the $ .48 cart I was curious enough to start reading it.

I had some respect for Huxley on the basis of his non-fiction Doors of Perception, about LSD experiments...I remember thinking as a teenager that BNW had some frightening predictions about THE FUTURE. I guess reciently I started realzing that (to quote Joe Neff's Drexel Grandview sci-fi marathon t-shirt) THE FUTURE really IS history.

The Island has some interesting arguments about the nature of god and humans...I've been reading it on the subway on the way to work. It's a bit confusing with not much action and lots and lots of what is the word...dogma? pedantry? preaching? I don't know what I'm saying here.

It's a bit preachy, i guess...well informed but preachy...not unsual for utopian literature i suppose. I was wondering aloud to Krishna the other day about what impact Huxley's books have had in the US. I suspected that public acceptance of his ideas has increased greatly in the last 50 years. Krishna thought not.

WANTED: RESPONSIBLE LANDLORD
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

bedbugs, adverts, and laws

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sigh...heavy sigh...arrgh...sigh...arrgh.

Sekjgjknfjknfgkjnfdkjnkfjjnm,cvnw
noeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
so the e key seeeeems to beeee sticking.teee
apparently this is not covered by my extended warranty.

community garden day is here again.
I will go stare at some plants...sniff some mint
and maybe read this book about Rajasthan.

Bon Anniversaire(sp?), Amie rica

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2030 years after some big event I sat with some STRAND friends at East River Bar in Williamsberg, Brooklyn, NYC, NY, USA basking in the glow of fireworks and BBQ waiting to view strictly Platonic and Angry Lemon (not necessairly in that order.).

Soooooooooooooooooo

A.L. was Grrrreat...He started off with a HOWL to wake the dead...by the time strictly Platonic got going it was way past my bedtime and I had to split. I have tried to see three S.P. shows now and this is as close as I've come. I did get to take some pictures of the band though with my real old 120 camera just before the sun set over the Williamsberg Bridge. I hope they turn out.

My plan is to put them in a zinie-zine-zine called PROJECT with artwork and interviews. So far I have pictures (fingers crossed...chickens not yet hatched) of Mitch Cohen graphic comix teacher extraordinaire...Tom S. of Bikini-Blood-Bath fiction-caja fame...Jon Plant of the music, (PRAT?)(PRATT?) NJ, Kids Book illustration world, and now (finger still crossed) Strictly Platonic...today I'll see if I can talk Z into letting me shoot her posse.

m levine on sprawl

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Last night I went to Times-up space to see about fixing the breaks on the Murry and got sucked into the film they were showing about New Jersey farm land. Instead of fixing the Murry I traded it in for a Huffy. It was a trafficky ride home up first ave until I got to 60TH then it was smooth sailing so to speak.

Today is Community Garden Day for me. I talked to my roomate, Z about ten ant associations and trying to get problems with our building resolved.

I may walk down to 133st to see if I can find the housing office Michelle told me about. Then at 3:00 I'll go hang out in Serenity Garden...followed by some time at the laundry garden and the 99cent garden.

the day after wordplay

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je suis un peu fatigue.
Il fait chaud, mais pas trop chaud.
Tita is licking herself then is startled
momentarily (sp.?)
hay uno ruido piqueno
someone outside yells, "Guard!"

I'm guard too.)

Tita settles down...her furry little head
between her paws,

comme un chien.

Thank you.

oui.

My carpenter pants are on the floor along with
ropas sucias de mi semana en la libreria.

I've decided not to go back.
The voices outside my window don't want me to go
back and re-write what I have written.
or retyp-o
what I have written
oops...Lo hago un otro vez
una otra vez?

nous elle adore.

"exctament." el dire.

sigh...je pence comment dit on, "sigh"
en francais.

Yo me voy a la cocina.

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa

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12 things i love about my father:

1) He knows the names of all the rocks.

2) He laughs at my jokes.

3) He has cool toys: like recorders, microscopes, and tools.

4) He knows about weather patterns.

5) He likes to go hiking and camping and biking and rafting
and skiing, and horsebackriding and he takes people like me
along and usually pays for everything.

6) He is a good conversationalist.

7) He is thoughtful, handsome, poetic, patient and kind.

8) He's not a raging capitalist who puts money ahead of everything.

9) He's responsible and consciencious.

10) He's concerned about environmental and social justice issues.

11) He is generous and open minded.

12) He's mine.

je je je jeune

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Al "the best Al I know" gave me Angrylemonhead tune called Carn^ivor to listen to so that we might make a video of it. I am listening to this as I practice typing.

Yesterday was my "Friday" of sorts and I had a small conflict with Joyce that made me angryand made the day go by quickly. Mostly I like Joyce and feel like we are on the same side of most issues despite the labor/management difference. I feel like when she gets snippy it is because she is in some sort of pain or under some sort of pressure herself. Joyce, if you are reading this consider yourself forgiven.

Had lunch with Jon Plant at PIE, the gourmet (not NY style) pizza place around the block from strand. I have grown to love that place A) for it proximity B) for is crack-like addictiveness and C) for the music they play which is not john denver or cindy lauper or anything I associate with suspicious mind controlling orginizations.

We talked about computers and art and computer art.

I have listened to this Angry Lemon song three times now and still only remember the (very danceable) driving rhythm (sp?) and the last line which is something about wiping a mouth on a sleave after kissing...goodbye.

win tauterfalls, ur468, und bellyjeans

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"Perfect!" she cheered.

"You're perfect." one added.

"Exactly." another praised. "Where's your..?"

"Period?" I questioned.

Why would someone be running an air conditioner on such a cool night?

"Huh?" came another voice from outside the window.

"She got that one right." another another added added.

"Use a good word." said a voice much like my mother's.

"How bout log?" said a man.

"...word" replied Mom.

I had a wierd dream involving Tom Moore, pant cuffs, and Winn (when?) or Read.
Susan read...something off a condiment bottle or something.

The cat climed out the window.

I continued to practice typing.

I heard a car drive down a wet street between our buildings.

Buildings here remind me of ships.

la sagrada famillia, suspicions, and doubt

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what is this que es eso que es eso que es
eso que es eso que es eso que es eso que
es eso eso, si, que es?

pica pica pica!! Hay mucho calor aqui!!!

Arrrgh...por que OEDipus no tiene ojos
may el son prodologico ya tiene ojos?



Esta fin del semana pasada...requerdo.

como dans la Sampsons:

It was the best of times.
It was the blurst of times.
of times.

fue mujeras y insectos
beaucoup de perrritos
oriels, cameras, wiffelball

parques y trailers
agua muy fria
soooooooooocorro

aye aye aye

chicas!

holy grease batman!

what safe cats are we?

pas vraiment.

just kidding.

aiaiaiaiaiaiiii
just juanna sais

you do not have
to go



si vous plait,


esta libre

What's the difference?

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ok...my math skills (both of them) have officially deteriorated.

The other day I read an article in the am news that said that subway ridership was UP UP UP.

All the way up to 4.9 million (7 million including busses) riders in March. I thought that number was Low Low Low. but tried to work out how many riders a day that would be. Whipping out the old long division...I came up with 163, 333. I approximated the number of express stops at 50, trying to under estimate rather than over estimate. 163, 333 divided by 50? about 3, 266 per express stop divided by 10 busy hours would be 326 per hour. If the train at MY stop on 145 and St. Nick comes every 15 minutes and 50 people get on I guess 4.9 million a month COULD be right...far as I know.

Then someone showed me a book that had listed the annual ridership at 1.4 billion. Okay...Okay..this sounded closer to reality. what is the difference between 4.9 million a month and 1.4 billion annually? I had to get a pencil out. 1.4 billion divided by 12...I came up with 116 million...plus or minus 666,666.

I seriously didn't know which number was accurate. The one I had read in the paper or the one in the book. As far as I knew it could be either one. 4.9 million or 116 million. It's a huge difference but I could believe either one.


Who cares? I don't know? 4.9 million per day in March adds up to about 147 million riders in the month of March. A really far cry from 4.9 million riders in the Month of March. Since riders equal dollars I guess I am very interested in that 142 million dollars in the month of March difference. Especially when MTA can't seem to keep its workers happy and is talking about fair hikes for 2007. Then again, I nudge the subway rider next to me, "what is 142 million dollars between friends? Eh?"

Now I googled the article and I see that MTA reported that ridership is up to 4.9 million riders per day in March. The original article I read was simply poorly worded...oops.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/local/story/418088p-353156c.html

I think I thought I saw you

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Part of the fun of living in NY and working at a certain used bookstore is seeing famous people. I however miss out since I hardly ever recognize anyone unless I have slept with them or they have given birth to me. (I actually almost didn't recognize my mother when she came in last summer. Her hair was lighter. She looked smaller and out of context.) Also I am usually half engrossed in some sort of alphabetizing or literary daydream, so sometimes people take me off guard. Here is a list of the people, famous or otherwise that I may or may not have seen in or around Strand Books. (Some of you may remember the Steve Winnwood/Whataburger incident of 1987...so...you know...grain of salt and all that.)

Alice Cooper/Iggy Pop--some famous people have that look about them that je ne sais quoi expression that says "yes...it's really me." I think I saw a person that could have fit the description of either Alice Cooper (sans makeup) or Iggy Pop hanging out inthe history section scoping FDR...or some such subject. I tried to play it cool..."Hey." secretly wanting to lick him. Whoever it was he was very sexy...in a morbid sort of way.

Luke Wilson--unmistakable...and oh so adorable. I forget what he bought but he was very silly about it.

My mom's (pregnant?) cousin--this could easily have been a hallucination. Although she looked an awful lot like my mom's cousin and was staring right at me I went on with my business since I wasn't sure and after so many times of approaching someone who I think might be someone and having the embarrassment of that someone saying "No. Sorry...get away from me." I have decided that unless I really know this person (i.e. I have slept with this person or they have given birth to me.)I decided not to chance it.

Russell Crowe--unmistakable...startled me by the waterfountain in fiction early on in my Strand career. I freaked...not used to seeing his face less than four feet in diameter.

Milan Kundera--really freaked me out because I LOVE his writing but I didn't know what he looked like until he asked for his own book and then showed me is picture on the cover. The weird thing was...I think he was wearing the same shirt. Again I became extremely embarrassed and ran away.

Don De Lillo--Caught me staring at him and asked me where the "Music Specials" table had been moved to...very serious-like...again, I freaked...he might as well have been speaking Russian. Music what? Still kicking myself a year later. You idiot~say something witty or charming or droll...sigh.

Christopher Hitchens--such a common sight around the dollar books carts that I feel we are old friends. I have only just begun his book on kissinger though and feel I can't say much until I have completed at least one of his books...so mostly I just ignore him.

Gretchen Phillips--just the other day I saw THE Gretchin Phillips of two nice girls and SO wanted to ask her if she had ever had favors performed in peace park or If she would say hi to Andy Loomis for me, but alas I chickened out mostly because I couldn't remember her name. (sometimes I think I have alzheimers). The last time I saw her was at a film screening at SXSW 2001 when I remember thinking, "Damn, she's so well groomed."

There are so very many people that look like people I know or knew but who I know are not. And an amazing number of people who come up and talk to me in a way that I think they know me but I have no idea who they are. There are just so many people period(an actual period at this point may be redundant but what the hell).

hi mom...here I am thinking of you and what a great mom you are.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

worker owned and operated

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The new Blue Pages is here and I've been thinking about better business.

I like businesses that don't give money to either party. I feel like every PERSON's vote should count in our political process. When businesses get involved don't regular people lose their voice?


I LOVE businesses that operate conscienciously by not polluting, paying living wages and offering stock options, matching retirement funds (and PPO's in the absence of nationalized health care.)

I like businesses doing socially beneviolent things, but this is hard to gage and usually amount to free advertising. (Target?)(Dupont?)(ADM?)(EXXON?)

What I really really LOVE and don't see too much of are worker owned and operated businesses...so I am starting a list of bussiness that claim this. American Appareal is not on the list (although I think they are good about paying living wages compared to other apparel makers and their all cotton shirts are Oh, so soft)...neither, I believe, is Strand Books although the owner does actual physical work there (I AM impressed if not enriched by that.)...it may suprise you to know that list of businesses that are not worker owned and operated is very very long...and so far my list of worker owned and operated businesses is pretty short...so far I've found eight:



Boing Boing IS Worker Owned and Operated

telekommunisten is controlled by it's workers and committed to staying that way, we believe we can serve our customers best and at the lowest cost by remaining focused on meeting the needs of our employees and customers, not on profits for outside shareholders. Being worker-owned means that all the money you spend on our products goes directly to the maintenance and improvement of the service you receive.

Citybikes is worker owned and operated

http://www.citybikes.coop/

Equal Exchange is worker owned and operated

http://www.equalexchange.com/worker-owned

Inkworks Press yada yada yada
http://www.inkworkspress.org/article.php?id=64

Mariposa Food Co-op
http://mariposa.coop/links.html

Umoja Music Co-op
http://www.mncooperate.org/06-27-04.pdf#search='www.worker.co%20op'

la siembra
http://www.lasiembra.com/coop.htm

canadians seem to love co-ops:
http://www.organicplanet.coop/home.htm

http://www.sweatshopwatch.org/index.php?s=61
http://www.mncooperate.org/unionFAQ.html
http://www.ncba.coop/abcoop_work.cfm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Worker_cooperative
http://www.catalystcollective.org/co-opforum/
http://www.geo.coop/cline1.htm