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that may or may not be a realistic option for any or all sorabjiites. i really don't know. i'm not saying it wouldn't be fun or that it's not a great idea. but it is just a lot of talk at this point. so, i want to propose an unofficial, uncertified but real sorabji gathering. i propose Seattle Washington, or Santa Cruz California, the last weekend of June, Y2K. we can get a bunch of rooms at some cheap motel thingie, as long as it has a weapons control enforcement unit. and we can hang out for a couple days and go bowling or rollerskating. if it's in seattle, we can go to The Gnar at night and get shitfaced on cheap well drinks or if it's in Santa Cruz we'll get a keg and camp out on nate's property. if we plan now, it could happen. |
seattle would be nice. i'm not too keen on most of you being on my property. at the same time. |
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Buy a fucking house & all of a sudden we're not welcome on "his proppity"!! YOU BIG SNOB! Just for that/I'm cancelling your housewarming present! And you have No Idea how fucking long it took to find a company that wd do a Tequila-of-the-Month thing complete w/a different quotation from Carlos Castenada every month! 32 hrs. of web-surfing + another 2 hrs. of unauthorized phone calls from work -- THAT"S HOW LONG IT TOOK! Ungrateful kiwihead bastard! I hope nobody from Sorbajiland EVER COMES TO VISIT YOU IN YR NEW HOUSE! |
I've heard he shits too close to the house. |
The usage of "kiwihead" shd've been a dead giveaway! Kiwihead is a term of endearment -- not of derision. Reserved solely for use on cute whiteboys who have recently done the bald thing & now have a head full of kiwi-fuzz. Besides/Nate knows he's never given me his address. Altho' I was waiting until it was all arranged before requesting it. Seems one can send a rose-of-the-month or a champagne-of-the-month. But a tequila of the month -- noooooooo! Where's damn Sammy Hagar & his tequila bar when his useless ass cd finally contribute something!?? But fear not -- R.C. is not easily discouraged. I have an email out to Epicurious.com -- if THEY can't find a place that'll hook me up w/a tequila-of-the-month plan for Natorious/no one can. |
Why seattle or santa cruz? |
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Look, I don't care about convincing you MORONS to think for yourselves anymore, I just want out. I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK Nobody but Antigone, Patrick and Fetidbeaver reads the threads about this and I need to get my message out to the others. I don't want to be on this board anymore, I just want out. I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!! THIS IS DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS (NOTE: THE USE OF THE WORD "DEAD" IS INTENDED AS A FIGURE OF SPEECH AND DOES NOT CONSTITUTE A THREAT) I know you all hate me, but if you'll just call off the person trying to get me fired from my job, I'll go away. I still think you are stupid, but I'll go away, just STOP TERRORIZING ME!!! I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!! That's why I'm crossposting. |
sorabjifest 2000 should be rolled up and shoved straight up your y2k-hole, honey. i'm going back to sleep. |
you fucks would tax my septic. everything taxes my septic. BACK OFF MY SEPTIC. |
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we can just dig a few holes somewhere on your 15 acres. |
or go to seattle. |
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Geez -- you cd just erect a guest house & let us all fall by the crib! If you REALLY loved us... |
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My nose really hurts. I blow it about every five minutes and I don't care What the packaging says: cottenelle (sp) is not that fricking soft!! |
Send an email to fetidbeaver@nightmail.com |
We have 19 acres here and it's about $5000 but I'm sure that land there must be more valuable. |
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today I was feeling just a little bit sad that the endodontist who rented out the space needle was more interested in me than his girlfriendless son was (should have sent him a photo, ha ha), when I clicked on a link to this reuters story: In U.S., Jitters Grow Over Y2K Celebrations Wednesday, December 29, 1999 SEATTLE (Reuters) - In cities across the United States, officials are pledging security will be extraordinarily tight for millennium celebrations that are starting to look more jittery than joyful. A day after Seattle Mayor Paul Schell, citing safety concerns, scrapped a public gala at the famed Space Needle that had been expected to draw 50,000 people, a group of Portland, Oregon, families followed suit on Wednesday and canceled a millennium party for 750 people they had planned since 1992 at the futuristic tower that has become the defining image of the Seattle skyline. [...] The Portland families had booked all three levels of the 600-foot (183 meter) Space Needle in 1992, ready to ring in the millennium with a special four-course dinner representing the four seasons of the year. But Space Needle spokeswoman Mary Bacareola said Wednesday the city's decision to cancel the public party "was just the last straw" for the Oregon families, some of whom were saying they were too scared to show up for their private event. "We are disappointed ... We had security in place and were ready for a safe and sane party," Bacareola said. A spokeswoman for the party's organizers was not available for comment on Wednesday, and Space Needle officials declined to say how much the families had paid to book the event. |
anyway. don't you think it's a little late to be planning for sorabjifest 2000? didn't it take months for people to just send some scrap paper to agatha? |
teehee. I really liked "Sleepless in Seattle". oh shut up. |
but i wouldn't know, i don't have 15 acres. |
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and if the chief of police wanted to stand underneath the ball as it drops, that would just be gravy. |
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I'll be getting drunk with some portland friends down here. I always thought that I was a pessimist, or a pragmatist anyway, but now I realize I am an optimist. if things really go to shit over the next few days, and I can't buy any groceries, well, at least I'll lose some weight. at least I won't have bought that awful skippy peanut butter for nothing! and probably no work next week. it's been a mild winter so far. etc. |
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anyway, a couple days ago I finally wrote to that bouncer who bought me a shoeshine and chatted me up and stuff. I asked if the bar will be open new year's eve, what they'll charge as a cover. he told me what I wanted to know, $10, but he didn't sound overjoyed to hear from me, either. in fact, this is what he said: >>Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 23:29:51 -0800 (PST) >>yes we are, with only a ten dollar cover-R. so I was like ALL RIGHTY THEN. sounds like you really give a fuck. so I was kind of sad about that too. I had thought that maybe me and my pals could miss out on the $10 cover because I thought the guy had a crush on me, but golly gee, I overestimated my charms again. but then his next message said: >>Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 20:12:56 -0800 (PST) >>Who are you? so I explained myself better. >oh. you don't remember. > >you paid for a boot shine one night about a >month or two ago. and I came in one morning >when you were really tired or hungover >or something. I know kevin and kip. you >gave me your email address and told me to >read some japanese war book or something. >we talked about el salvador. I'm really tall >and wear skirts and have dark hair and >like to shoot guns. now do you remember >at all? > >j. and tonight I get this response: >>OH BOY DO I? you're the woman who haunts my >>haikus. that's much better. if we go there tomorrow, at least I'll know I'll have someone to kiss at midnight. I wonder how many other chicks he's used the corny haiku line on. I should ask him. |
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7 5 Haiku: New Year. Drunk people. Insane militants have gun. Boom. World Ends. Whoopsies. Theoretically, you can come up with something more graceful than that, or even perhaps poetic, but there's an example of the form. Generally, you make the last sentance sound very deep, etc--capture the mood of the poem. |
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Once, I tried only speaking. In strict haiku form. It is really hard. I would not recommend it. But haikus are neat. |
Most graceful, flowing language I have ever seen |
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so. do you get it yet? |
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senor and i decided not to go to jazz fest after all. instead we will be in new orleans from friday may 21st to tuesday may 25th, if anyone wants to meet us. |
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a job, you know. |
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jazzfest kicked ass. i got to see etta james sing 'come to mama'. i saw terrance higgens and stanton moore, ellis marsalis, george porter, zigaboo, dr. john, olu dara, eddie bo, corey harris, walter wolfman washington. i saw selaelo selota of south africa. i witnessed local new orleans choirs tear the house down in the gospel tent. i ate. boy did i eat. i ate oyster patties. conchon du lait, crawfish beignets, mufalattas, crawfish strudel, creole stuffed crab, crawfish remoulade, rosemint tea... anyway, we might be going back at the end of may, but probably not. and just fyi, we're going to be in st. louis for his friend's wedding and then to detroit to visit my family, particularly my new newphew, (who is as of right now 12 days overdue). st. louis from june 10-14 and detroit from june 14-20. daniel ssss? heather? sem? anyone gonna be around? |
damn the timing! |
I'll probably be in/near Detroit sometime this summer, but not until after July. |
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rats! |
senor and i are going to port a over memorial weekend. we're taking leroy, added bonus. |
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The clay in the soil down there is so sticky and firm that you have to peel it off your shovel with your hands. it sucks big time. however, working a couple hundred yards from a Navy airstrip and watching A-10s and F-15s take off and land all day is pretty damn cool. Sarah, I ate at the Gumbo Shop again. I also passed by several places we drank at and had fond flashbacks. We have to do a sorabjifest again. |
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sem, we walked right by that bitchin record shop. didn't you get a really funny sticker there that i coveted? can't remember what it said now... |
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It was a magnet of a XXX store's outdoor sign - "Lonely? Blow-up Farm Animals Desire you!!" Antigone: Yes, I did. They've changed the interior slightly. Strangely, the painting of the green angel pouring absinthe has shrunk in size. And there's a very tiny stage. |
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Let's meet at bjorns. <3 Sarah <3 Cuba <3 whisky |
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that is very funny. i still say the next sorabjifest should be las vegas. it's cheap and central. plus the obvious other thing. |
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oh my god, i would so leave senor and the kids behind. a super deluxe hotel room with a big fluffy bed with crisp white sheets and a huge tub and black out curtains and room service and silence. this is me fantasizing about a weekend alone in vegas. i'd go to meet up with y'all there but never leave my room. i'd end up just posting to the boards from my hotel room, texting heather and swine for occassional updates, while everyone else did their thing. |
I should ask, besides drinking alcohol and expresso in mass quantities, posting in isolation froma luxe room, and casually respectful and outright it's been too long determined sex, what's the "thing" that each of us might do at sorabji fest. Enter below top three: |
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I could use a little fun in my life. |
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billiards music roulette |
No one never need no money. Suit up, show up, drink up. Conversely come to muggy old missouri this summer and stay for free...I'm not as afraid as Nate that you'd harm the land. I got methheads for neighbors... |
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well then. that settles that. |
"what madness rises out of love... A dance that takes part of you away and replaces you with another... You who are beyond your name ...pour yourself into me. A drink sweeter than wine... Enough to fill the soul..." ps...to no one to everyone in particular. I just like the passage so very much. |
I could ride my bike there! |
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mandalay bay's suites are surprisingly unoriginal. but villas at the bellagio are reserved by invitation only. mark likely has the clout to score us one. if not i have no problem staying downtown at caesars. |
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wait. sky villa at aria. yes. |
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i'd get my hair and makeup and nails and toes done. i'd get every follicle of hair below my neck sugared off. i'd buy a ruby colored dress. and wear those fuck me heels that sit in the back of my closet and haven't seen the light of day since december 2006. diamond studs. wedding ring. no clutch. i'd have nothing to carry except what i can hold in my hand. i'd sit at the roulette table and call my liquor. it's true. an outrageous waste of money in a treacherously meaningless city for no good reason at all. but doesn't it sound marvelous? i'd happily do this all alone and all for myself, but it sure would be a lot more exhilarating if you were there too. |
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i'll start researching. you let me know when you've settled on exact dates. i admit feeling a guilty about wanting to do this. i actually loathe vegas, but i could use a little reality time-out, and it's cheaper than costa rica. |
What brought you to this place? Me? A few years back, Mark did a web page site for an organization that I am familiar with in NY -- liked his work and followed his trail to many forks in the road and more trails of electrons. Lurked a long while and then one day for kicks or boredom, here I am. Did you really meet in Las Vegas years ago? |
