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I hardly ever sweep. I'm just not a sweeping person. But today I swept. The place was filthy. Many of the sticks and twigs my ex's dog dragged in were still on the floor. There was dust everywhere that had accumulated under furniture, now gone. Dog hair...lots of dog hair. It was enough that even I cleaned. Now the floors are clear. My place is sparse, sparten. My ex had a good bit of furniture. I have only two pictures on the walls in the entire place. I need chairs. Now I can sit. Now I can relax. My cat can relax. I got a new mouthpiece for my trombone. Unfortunately someone had to die for me to get it. I started playing in a community band a few months ago. Two months ago the director died of a heart attack at age 45. He was a bass trombone player like myself. A week ago his widow sold or gave away some of his things to members of the band. One of the items was a mouthpiece I'd never seen before. It's an incredible mouthpiece. When I play it makes me sound really good, like I did at my best seven years ago. It inspired me so much I shaved off my beard so I could practice better. So I've been practicing this weekend, playing the first Bach cello suite, mostly the sarabande and the menuets. I tried the prelude, and I didn't suck as badly as I usually do the first time I play it. What does this have to do with cleanliness? Absolutely nothing! OK. That's a lie. I just realized it has alot to do with it. Playing my horn is cleaning me out. I'm blowing it all out. The new mouthpiece is just making it more enjoyable. The Bach is a reminder of my past. I played them in high school, I played them in college, I play them now. Next week I get more shit for the walls. |
it doesn't take very long, but something in me is against taking out the cleaning agents until necesarry. Perhaps I am subconsciously keeping teh population of "super-bugs' low there, by not constatnly bombarding them with reasons to become resistant to anti-bacterial agents. I totally understand where you are comigng from on the mouthpiece. I played a Paul Reed Smith guitar once, and it was like I had suddenly leaped head in skill by ten years. It's amazing what the right instrument or object can do for you. |
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the moment, I'm happy for that |
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my mother leads me to believe. She says that 30 years ago this thursday I popped out screaming like a bloody miniature pumpkin, and by golly I believe her! Lean on me is good enough, I guess. It's the song that was running through my head when I typed that stuff, but "Blackbird" is running through my head at the moment, so who can say? Slack jawed puppy in a bed of prawn Eat Red Lobster fish and journey on All the night... You were really hoping for that trash heap to be prawn... |
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Prawn porn? |
edible decapod crustacean?" Libra, yas. Just barely. Prawn spawning? |
Here's a quote from the friend in the Olympics: Gabe Jennings: "First lap, I had no idea where I was. I feel alive and that's all I have to be right now - alive. The race was more back-and-forth than I wanted. I was trying to relax and then … the finish line is right ahead. Maurice Greene told me to go up there, get in front of those Kenyans and knock them down. It's not going to be easy making it to the finals, but I'll make it. I had my head in the stars out there today. I am going to be much more aggressive and focused next round." How apt. He's a crazy hippie, that Gabe. About as non-Stanford as you can imagine. They sort of tried to hide his existance for a while there. |
Last night, I finally put away the clothes that were piling up on my couch. Progress! I have got to clean my kitchen. Got to! I haven't scrubbed the floor in maybe a month. (I've swept, though.) I need to clean the stove top, counters, and the bottom shelf of the refrigerator could use a swab or two. I have dishes in the sink from yesterday morning. My bathroom sink is appalling. That's the worst part of having a glossy black sink -- it looks filthy after a few uses. I have pieces of my cut hair sprinkled everywhere. The mirror is splotchy. The black tile floor has got soap gunk near the bathtub. I haven't vacuumed in weeks. Books and mail are piled on the floor, on the desk, on the kitchen table, on chairs... I still haven't unpacked all of my CDs.... It's overwhelming. |
are you expecting company? |
She's going to go to the anti-war march in Washington on 10/26. I guess I have to go too...she can't go by herself. I'm against the war, but I don't want to march about it. Sorry. She just sent me pictures from the pro-Palestine march we (I reluctantly) went to in the summer. It was weird. My mom is weird. Maybe my brother will come down and he and she can go to the march without me. But anyway, my apartment's a wreck and needs to be cleaned. |
It's the people thing or something... My apartment is a wreck and I have five hours to clean it...less because I have errands to do. |
"she can't go by herself" "'m against the war, but I don't want to march about it" thanks |
Why don't I want to march against the war? What Kazoo said. |
you guys and your idiosyncrasies. weirdos. when i was 15, i happened to be in DC with my parents and a huge Pro Choice rally was being held on the mall. I took my idealistic 15 year old ass down there by myself no problemo. My parents wanted nothing to do with it so they went to some museum instead. i think protests and marches are exhilerating. the volatility is a bit exciting. |
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