Reading time: < 1 minute I hope I look back on this day and see that I made the best of it... I was told today that I no longer have a job. Saks let me go. Several people were let go. I don't know the extent of the changes, but that's all moot. I now have no income. Oh, and we signed our lease to our new apartment today… Sigh…

Invasion is so Succexy…

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I am finally getting these images posted from our amazing time with METRIC last week! I could not believe how much energy and charisma this band has. They have been on tour forever, and they still manage to seem as if every single night is the best night they have ever had performing! It feels so good! If you have not checked out METRIC, you really should. The music is deceptive at first, but after about 3 listens to one or two songs, you are hooked by the smart lyrics, catchy choruses, and impressive/expressive energy that is infectious.

Emily was in her trademark charismatic spastic weirdness that drives everyone into a happy worship, even leaping into the crowd to body surf briefly. She is so thin and tiny, it is not much a deal that 20+ hands can pass her around easily. I love seeing people do what they love to do. It is so inspiring.

I grabbed a few snapshots as best I could… click on an image for a larger version.

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Elizabeth Fraser in Shhh… @ Victoria and Albert Museum in London

My god… the glorious sound of Elizabeth Fraser has graced me today in the throes of my illness. I am so happy. It is at once heaven and hell to hear her, because the clip is just too small and it just taunts me.

Elizabeth Fraser (formerly of Cocteau Twins) was asked to do a piece for an auditory museum theme in London, along with a number of other worshipped, unconventional true artists such as David Byrne, Leila, Faultline, and others.

Shhh… Sounds in Space

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[hear Elizabeth below]

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I dreamt I was in Taren’s apartment (in which I have never been in waking life). We were all getting ready to go out or something. I had to go to the bathroom really bad, so everyone was waiting for me to piss. I stepped into the bathroom and was immediately disgusted. I started getting that tickle in my throat like I was going to vomit. There was a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, mold everywhere, and the tiles/walls were this seafoam-greenish-nauseous color. I don’t remember any smells, ironically. The room was very tiny so that my ass was actually touching the tiny sink as I angled to pee into the toilet, which was turning into its own disaster. The toilet was covered in piles of clothes, a basket, and various other things. I wanted to put the stuff on the floor, but I couldn’t because the floor was wet and muddy with stones, dirt, gravel. So I lifted the seat to try to pee while holding it up, which of course left my pants to become too loose and they fell around my ankles. Because I was freaked out about my pants getting dirty, I flinched and started pissing onto the floor, but I quickly realized I not only pissed on the floor, but all over my own messenger bag that was dangling near my feet, and I had pissed on my jeans, too. I was getting really grossed out, but felt obligated to act like it wasn’t offensive to use her bathroom. Meanwhile, the floor had become softened by the liquid and my own piss, and my shoe got sucked off. For some reason there was no solid floor anymore, just piss, mud, gravel, and disgust. I can’t remember what led to my losing both of my shoes and my socks, but at some point before I awakened, I was standing with the piss and gravel squeezing up between my toes and the smell of urine was getting stronger (AND I hadn’t even finished peeing!)

I woke up and had to pee.

The Hardest Hit Make The Best of It

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Uuugghh… I am sick.

I have some kind of flu or severe SEVERE cold. The coughing I have endured has caused my ribs around the back of my body to ache beyond belief. Today I decided to check and I can’t tell if it is my imagination, but I can swear that my skin is showing bruising along the sides of my torso. The pain is excruciating. I am taking 4 different drugs to help reduce the symptoms and aching. I have never taken drugs like this before. I am in a rare state, that is for sure.

I finally went on my first date since my breakup. I went out with the cutie who everybody refers to as my “wigger”.

“wigger boy” (posted with permission)

The interesting thing is that we have absolutely nothing in common, he is antisocial, he hates my music, my tastes, my lifestyle, is impatient, distracted, comparatively superficial, very emotionally young, cynical, defensive, he eats animals,… basically he is the very antithesis of me. Somehow, though, we actually had a very sweet time. We walked all over Brooklyn Heights, along the promenade, to the pier, back through the heights, down Smith Street, all over. He peppered the evening with surprise gestures of affection and overall, we both had a great time.

Unfortunately, because of his distractions and our lack of common ground, I doubt much will happen beyond this one meeting. He seems to think the differences make no difference, and as friends, maybe they won’t, but as far as dating, that gap would be a big problem. Also, I am a very indulgant boyfriend, so I love to indulge in the other person and expect as much enthusiasm from my boyfriend to indulge in me. That includes healthy compromises, passionate open-mindedness, patience, and a deep, deep trust. I don’t think I would find that in “wigger”.

But who knows… he may prove me wrong across time.