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this weekend we're turning off the phone and generally isolating ourselves. we've become so frazzled as husband and wife that if we don't do this, we'll become a headline about some sort of double murder/suicide. aside from some darkroom time for me tomorrow, and a quick 3 hour headshot shoot that i got roped into Sunday, we're tuning the world out. Blowing off two seperate birthday parties tonight...another party at my studio and god knows what tomorrow night. We have work to do around the house but most importantly we have work to do with each other. We've been so busy, so frazzled, so stressed. Shooting last weekend, another catalog this week being produced. On top of a project Im about to accept shooting 120-150 piece jewelry catalog. Its a bit nerve racking because im having to rent equipment Ive never used, and its a lot of money (i.e. pressure) on me to do a good job but that goes with the territory. So so much to think about...i just hope i can put it out of mind for a day or two. |
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do you want to know the last time i celebrated anything remotely associated to easter? about 24 years ago. all things considered.....such a holiday, in which i get no paid leave, or any family functions to remind me of its existance...its the furthest thing from my mind. *sniff* no eggs for patrick. just eat some god damn smart dogs and call it a day dougie |
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throw them on the barbi with some grilled veggies, and mix up some dill red potato salad. drink some Bass in a frosty mug. wine and hot dogs are just wrong |
that might help with the whole 'pet over-population' issue, though when i was getting easter stuff i saw this big fat stuffed cat that looked like its head was too little and it was having trouble getting up- from some well known toy company. it was from their 'pampered pets' line, i just kinda went 'eww' |
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I was oblivious to easter until I came home yesterday to find a box on my porch. It had easter stuff from my dad, step-mom, and half-brother. Woohoo for chocolate! Today, someone at work said we should do an easter "reenactment." He said I'd get to be Jesus. I'm not sure I want my desk to be near his anymore. |
Lobster, because it's my birthday on Tuesday (shit!) and it's the only time we could all get together. Every 7 years or so my birthday falls on easter. Maybe next year. Perhaps i'll re-instate my old highschool tradition of bowling on easter sunday. Happy death day, Jesus. |
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and hey, i've been thinking.... if anyone wants to make it a truly happy wisper-mas, email me a good recipe or two. (no meat, please) That would be amazing. Better than amazing. Super-duper. i don't care what you send, i must learn to cook something, it's pathetic. Reading any food-related thread here makes me seriously jealous. I need you people's knowledge! Let the soabji cookbook begin! please? |
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Spending Easter at a restraunt with the kids. Don't feel like doing the whole thing this year. Not ready to deal with the empty seat at the table again for this holiday. The rest of the weekend will be spent planning for my husbands inpending business trip, paying bills, whatever. Found a good new wine. Like it a lot. Wish someone could clue me in on some good wines (Beringers is a good one, but what else is good?) I can't have red wines, they cause strokes in my family, but love white wines. |
because I haven't had the chance to wash my work pants in 2 weeks. You don't even know how frightening that is. I am working tomorrow, like last saturday. but not sunday. I just learned that our project is costing the client nearly $3000 an HOUR in the field. neat, huh? |
i get gloodles of wines from numerous beringer wineries for free...maybe i should start distributing them among the needy. |
i got the day off, after telling my parents i had to work, so on easter i'm going to fix a basket of candy and a pair of bunny ears and bike down to SE because the guy i have a crush on has to work all day. no, not the entire bunny outfit. or even playboy bunny. probably just the ears, with leotard and grey dancepants. and running shoes if i can bear to wear them. |
I had two drinks, got a little tipsy, and now my friend Ron (who taught me how to play) is speaking in Hebrew to his parents. (he's talking to his sister!) and the Lofters is on TV. Heather is my favorite of the girls - I'd go for her. I think I'm going to stay awake all night, because otherwise I have to wake up in five hours and go to work (I'm working today!). there's a male model sleeping in my bed, you know. he's hot. (Ron's hotter, though.) Sometimes I wish I could stay here forever. I'm going to be so happy on Sunday! Sunday is where it's at, muh man! Sunday is what it's all about. I won't have any phone for a couple of days, and then what will I do? I'm in a good mood, and I'd still be playing pool if the place hadn't closed. What you gonna do, Sorabji? Whachu gonna do when Gee and the Rock and Hogan run wild ON YOU?!! |
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Saturday went to the Arts Centre and a Gypsy Fair, and also had a ride on a Hagguland. Was bloody cool, and kinda scary. Went to the mole last night, had a few drinks, and a bit of a dance, then came home and gossiped. She left today. She was lots of fun - shes going to work in Sydney for six months or so before going back to London. |
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To try a new church tomorrow, then back to the pool if I have my way. I don't really want to deal with the holiday this year. Don't know how much I believe in it any more. Would rather have fun with kids poolside. |
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tossed pretzles a nico. she dumped a beer on me (god i haven't laughed tha hard in ages). listened Marley and danced around. Listened to Neil Young and felt I was a rock star. (I think Down by the River probably has the one of the greatest 'rock' bass lines ever) took drunk silly pictures. ate take out from Burrito King. why me drink |
Those people believe in eating a lot of meat. Nice interesting and somewhat boring music. Very cordial except "no credit cards" which fleeced us of the last dollar we had. Cooked for the boys this Sunday. Watched as much Charleston Heston as I could stomach. Lots a sex and potatoes type of weekend. |
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I'm so excited! |
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Look at me - I'm normal! |
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tee hee hee, I shall run off laughing gaily! |
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what a miserable weekend. aside from being asked to be a godfather (sounds so badass). Im tired of making a fool of myself. Do you know anyone, whom you really really look up to and find yourself constantly making a fool of yourself in front of this person? I do. My friend J. J is probably the busiest music video cinematographer in Hollywood, i've spoke of him before. He is a tremendous photographer. He makes a shit load of money. He is also a talented musician. I feel i can learn so much from him. We are listening to his CD, which i've heard many times, but he has the cover art from the printer, which he's showing off. Its amazing. Im looking at the proof and he's using art work from photographer William Mortenson, Cecil B DeMill's set photographer. Of course he has permission from the estate to do so. But Im thinking, god damn. Not only did he take 10 years to compose the piano for this CD, he hooked up with a drummer who currently plays with the Residents and has played with Iggy. Do you see the amazing pool he swims in? Im just sitting on the side with my feet in with those silly floaties on my fore arms. This guy does amazing things. He's taking his aforementioned band and going to Russia this summer to play. He just sent his parents to Italy. He turned on his pool heater, so when Im drunk and jump in it, it will be warm. I always end up saying some dumbass things, or so it feels like, around Jim. Have any friends like that? The rest of the weekend was a dump. Pissed of my wife by being an ass, no photoshoot. Took a nice walk yesterday. Moved the TV on to the patio and watched hockey last night. That was nice, but lonely as i was by myself. I gotta stop makin a fool of myself. its one thing to do it here, i dont have to face any of you, its another to constantly do it to those i love. |
see? dumbass. |
fear a bunch of people from sorabji are gonna start writing him email? silly patrick. maybe you should just stop drinking so much, that's what i did. |
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no i was just using "J" at first then i go and say his name. its no big deal, just looks dumb, thats all. im just not happy today. thats sound advice heather. |
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my good friend Reza married Gena Davis a while back. i found out they were dating while reading an Esquire i happened to pick up years ago when i was flying from hawaii to san francisco. they just had a baby. i read about it today in people magazine while i was in line to buy groceries for lunch. reza and harry used to come visit me in hawaii every year when they were in med school on long island. this was before reza moved to LA to take a break from surgery residency in a manhattan city hospital. i guess he met gena at a party or something. |
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shut up. nevermind alright. i dont actually believe saying his name is a bad thing i just did out of courtesy and i couldnt even do that right. |
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announced that Layne Staley had died. We were not shocked, but still sad. maybe it was a sign. today i went to a family gathering (sig's family). These things always blow my mind and patience, since every living member of my family can fit comfortably into 2 small cars. There are only 9 of us from youngest -my sister- to my grandmother. I have 2 aunts and 2 uncles. And no cousins, since one aunt hates kids and never wanted one, and the other one can't have children and never had the time, anyway. So i'm sitting in this living room being sniffed at by dogs and squeaked at by babies and wondering how the hell this many people can pretend to like each other, much less pretend to have a good time together. There must be at least 30 people. I have noticed that lots and lots of drinking is always involved, though. What's the deal with cousins, anyway? are you supposed to love them? do you send them birthday stuff? x-mas cards? what? The last time my entire family was together, we took up a medium sized table at the Mandarin. We talked about Iron Chef. There were no dogs or babies. Back in the living room i'm picking at my potato salad while i try to convince the sig's mom that no really, i'm fine with just the potato salad and dinner rolls and no, i still don't eat meat and no, i don't care how bloody good the spare ribs are, i'm not having one thanks, while she flips though yet another cousins wedding photos for me, since my hands are full, and i try to look interested. But she's so excited about them, and oh isn't that just the nicest dress and doesn't Katy look so good in that suit and the flowers are just lovely. Whenever we go to her house she tells me the story of her napkins and oh isn't this cookie tin so cute? i smile and nod. She's a great lady n' all, but let's just say that last time i saw my mom, i gave her an extra big hug, and thanked her for teaching me to put barbeques together while the sig's sisters were learning flowered wallpaper appreciation. Honestly, they must think i'm some wild tomboy since i've used a chainsaw and care shit all about country crafts. I love my mom. That's all i can think of when i visit his family. LOVE her. Hearing her talk makes me kind of sad, since i can't imagine her getting the same kind of joyous pictures from anything her son and i will do. I bring this up on the drive home, and he says that he would consider it a good thing. No wedding shots for mom. No babies to coo at. Just a family of stuffed toys and paintings. Sometimes i think he loves me more because he know's i'd never host one of these annoying things. |
im beat and so not ready to be here. friday i went out to this goon-infested, Russian mafia run joint for a friends BD get together. Not really my thing. I hate this place, but its for my friend. In protest. I pulled my pipe out right on the patio and smoked up with half the patio residents. Went to some other bar in my hood, a complete sausage party. The birthday girl's request. duh. Saw a fight breakout, but it was more like an LA fight where the two fucknuts just shove each other back and forth. Apparently when I was in the bathroom nico got shoved and wacked one of the dopes on the head. Thats ma girl. Its like....just hit em already and leave....you've made me spill beer on myself twice now, cockmouth. Anyway, Sat I went with my pal C, the director to check out the editing of the Halford video. Met with the band manager and should be selling some images. At least covering my costs, which is a good thing. Sunday we took off for Desert Hot Springs Spa. For fucksake did we need this. Its all about the pools at this place in the middle of the desert. 8 different pools and jacuzzi created and warmed by hot springs. I sat there nurturing such a buzz, in the warm waters, watching palm trees glisten and sparkle in the intense sun. Playing with our god children, listening to Marley, tugging on glassware....its a shame it was for only 24 hours. I needed that. But moreover, Im cursing the resort for such shitty beds. I realize they do that to sell massages at the spa, but fuck, i didnt have enough for that amenity. |