Birthday loot!

Came home Tuesday to find the biggest box in the world, all wrapped in minty green paper that perfectly matched our decor. Tearing it open revealed a dream come true! The full set of Camille Rose Garcia vinyls. They’re so much bigger than I thought! 12″ or more? Only one girl has come out so far. Don’t actually have room for them right now :/ but expect more peektures of them coming soon. And then the girl vinyls will fight the boy vinyls TO THE DEATH!

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Restoration Comedy, or Love’s Last Shift

I dream often of living some place less expensive, where I could afford to buy a house, where the people are a little less politically correct, and the cars are fewer… (insert “Swiss Family Robinson” theme music here)…
But I’ve had such an amazing week, all due to local color and local comforts.

Last thursday we took my uncle to see “Restoration Comedy” at Cal Shakes theater, which neither of us had ever been to. A gorgeous outdoor theater in the wilds of Orinda, nestled amongst the hills in a glade of giant eucalyptus, we were dive bombed by dragonflies throughout the performance, but no mosquitos (pronounced muskeetas if you’re like me and yer mama is from the midwest)!

I’ll let you read more about the play here. It is only playing til the 30th. It was so brilliant and so funny, and oft times so very GAY that I was literally falling off my lawn chair I was laughing so hard. And the costumes! Oy! Lots of costume puns and general fabulousness. If this play comes to your town, SEE IT.

We had dinner downtown at “Casa Orinda”… and old timey relic of a restaurant that has gone a bit upscale but still serves awesome fried chicken and and steak and spaghetti and stuff. And they had REAL GRAVY. Like not brown gravy, or craft service yellow gravy… real gravy. I could bathe in it.
The icing on the cake of a perfect evening: when we dropped my Uncle off he loaded me up with yet another chunk of his ancient library… specifically the Restoration plays (printed late 17th century), a contemporary copy of The Beggar’s Opera (18th century), and a biography of Henry VII by Sir Francis Bacon (16th century). More on those later. After I roll around in them naked for a bit.
Sunday night, in the middle of our little heat wave (yes, it was 94 in El Cerrito) we went to The Merritt Bakery for dinner in Oakland. Another relic, and old diner, again specializing in fried chicken and cake! It was sooper. We then went and saw the pirate movie at The Grand Lake, yet another beloved anachronism: the gigantic gilded movie house. Used to go there quite a bit as a kid.
Last night we drove to the City for a hair cut. And nipped down to 16th Street and Pancho Villas for burritos. It may be hard to believe, but you just can’t get Mission style burritos anywhere but the Mission. Berkeley don’t have it. No sir. It is only fifteen miles away, and there ain’t nothin’ like it no where else. Sigh.
I am replete. Living here is no punishment, despite the high cost of living. I still fantasize daily about Baltimore or Portland or New Orleans or the Wilds of BigFoot Country. Sigh.

Memory Lane

Take the Blastmilk Tour! Kinda fun, I could get lost in there.
I found DeeDee Ramone’s guitar pick in my jewelry box the other day. It has made me… melancholic. I picked it up off the stage at Berkeley Square in ’83 or ’84. Perhaps the same concert as the ticket in my scrapbook.
Syd Barrett died.
And to make matters even more poignant, R.I.P. Cody’s Books. Oh, how my formative years have slipped away…
I looked up a past acquaintance. He was the suave King of New Wave in Berkeley circa 1984, after being the Prince of Punk Rock a few years previous. Once I shocked him by appearing in public without make-up (at 16 I wore a lot, a la crazy new wave influences). Startled, he suavely blurted “Oh my god. You’re ugly!” I wasn’t and I’m not, but it is amazing how these things STICK in your head. I saw him again ten years later, it was laundry day and I was in these huge awful pants and my hair was unkempt (so what else is new?). He was in fucking birkenstocks and I still wanted to crawl in a pit of shame and die. In any case, it looks like he’s written a book about his young Berkeley Punk Rock exploits, pdf on Mr. Sunshine is all hearts and flowers now. Irony! Sigh. Oh, the assholery of youth. How thou doth scar.
I’m 37. Imagine the meandering mind at 86! Guh!

Kaiju BBQ

(pic stolen from nadja)
Paul came up this last week for his show of custom painted vinyl at Super 7 (please to buy). Went to the opening friday and had a blastorama! Lots of friends, beer & plastic monsters. I fell in love with a red glitter godzilla and Mr. Kallisti promptly smacked it on the counter and brought him home for me, along with 2347834 beasties. Yay beasties! I could decorate an entire room w/ this godzilla as the centerpiece. He’s just that fabulous.
Yes, that is Paul in the monkey suit, and Mr. Kallisti making sweet, sweet love to him.

And the Robots. Always a nice excuse to see them! Kelly & Robert were also there ♥… and an old friend Valerie (not pictured) who knows Nadja that I probably hadn’t seen since 1995 or something. We used to work together when we were babies on Haight Street in 1989 or so. She’s gorgeous as she ever was. Meh. We’re all grow’d up now.
And then we went to a noodle house around the corner. YUM! I had Imogen on the table, and the waitress was so tickled and said she was cute.

Saturday morning Paul & Melissa made it to Casa de Blastmilk, it was “fuck it all BBQ” day! The Robots, Nadja & Will, were here too. Paul had promised to cook ribs & potato salad. And boy were they good. Beer boiled compton ribs and nummy, num potato salad. He whipped it all up effortlessly.
I made the onion dip.
I, of course, neglected to take pictures this day. Meh. So I’ve stolen these from my friends. Thanks!

Butter was definately the attention whore of the day. This was her first party! She’s a bit nervous when meeting new people, so we greeted everyone at the door and stuffed their pockets full of biscuits. She really loves men, and Paul & Will got a lot of her attention and tarty antics. She was super good. Very well behaved aaaall day long.

Who’s lucky?
Please go see their flickr accounts for more:
Nadja Robot, Paul Kaiju, and Melissa.
And then check out Melissa’s travel tales. They’re good.

This is my life.

“Web 2.0 is a fresh-faced starlet on the intertwingled longtail to the disruptive experience of tomorrow. Web 3.0 thinks you are so 2005.” – Zeldman, as per usual

Save me from the buzzkill.
I apologize for the lack of DOLLIES AND PUPPIES, KITTENS AND BUNNIES!!! Honest. We’ll be back.
I just got a new momoko today. rawr. OMG, I love her *falls over*
I’m thinking of adding a category of chamber pots in art & literature to the blog. I’ve been meaning to do a perma-gallery forever but just don’t have the time to even update my old hobbies. So I thought maybe a random collection of images and book references posted to the blog might spice things up a little. Not scatalogical at all. Just intimate and old timey. Weeeeeeeeeeee!

Wee holiday

Took the day off today. Finished production on yet another iteration of the corporate website and I’m totally beat. I had to work through some pain and illness so I was pretty ill tempered at work. Just hoping it didn’t show too much :p
So yesterday, when the site was live and I was pretty sure the kinks had been worked out, I demanded a holiday and got it. Phew!
So I’m happily surfing the internet and drinking too much coffee. In my pj’s. I’m so behind! LJ: I was lucky if I could scan my fllist looking for pretty pictures. DOA: poking my head in to voice an opinion now and again. Home: my mother in law is coming next week so we’ve been spring cleaning. Needed to anyway as we had a bad mildew problem what with all the rain this spring and the fact that where our house is used to be a marsh. So everything had to be moved away from the outside walls and cleaned. Hence the selling. Not that my stuff is moldy!!! Just need to get rid of some of this stuff…
I need to revisit my to do list now that I am out of production mode. I did manage to fix the notification features with the blog, so it is working now, or appears to be! Thanks to support (my host) who are AWESOME and know their shit and if they don’t they find out. I’ve been with them for almost six years now, with hardly a complaint. And they NEVER, EVER have gone down. EVER. Just wanted to say. ♥.
Wow, I guess I felt the need to update, huh?
I’ve been a little disconcerted about how cookies or whatever let ad servers track you all over the internet. I noticed last year sometime that Lane Bryant ads were being served at me everywhere I went and I was all “how do they know I’m fat!?!?! wtf.”
But whatever.
Speaking of… some of the spring stuff is sooper cool. They’re carrying on a bit with the vintage/historical costume theme. I picked up this amazing blouse the other week though it doesn’t look like it is on the site anymore. In the softest white cotton w/ pale blue stripes it is totally a 1830’s drop sleeve inspired top. With large pintucks the sleeves drop of the shoulders and then poof. I could get all Brontësque and still wear jeans. Weeeee!
OMG, I’ve been talking to you for an hour. I hope to go look at little chihuahua doggies today. Weee!


By Sylvia Plath (and sent as a prezzie by le marquis, aw! I’m all squish inside!)

What a thrill—
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Little pilgrim,
The Indian’s axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls
Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz.
A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.
Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
Kamikaze man—
The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence
How you jump—
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.

Even though it is my pinky and not my thumb that has been sliced, it is bad enough to warrant Sylvia. Cut it dicing my veg on a mandolin last night. I’ve never had a bad cut, or broken bones. This was scary. It was a neat oval slice, to the muscle, and is only held on by a 1/16th” isthmus of skin. The doctor says it will prolly turn black and fall off, then I will have a wee scoop out of the side of my finger. As soon as my blubbering stopped last night I asked Mr. Kallisti if we could take a picture. He said no and kept bandaging.
Who knew skin was so thick and white on the inside?

There’s nothing so apropos as Caravaggio for deep wounds. Well, except maybe Sylvia.


Mr. Kallisti: Ooh, my shoulder is starting to cinch up on the left side!
Me: My hip has been hurting alllll day!
Mr. Kallisti: We’re beginning to sound like my Grandmother and her friends
at Sunday morning service:
Catherine: How are you this Sunday, Marion?
Marion: I’m in pain and crippled by arthritis but I thank the Lord for
all his blessings.
Catherine: Oh yes, I know what you mean. My polio has been acting up
and my grandchildren were all arrested for prostitution but my heart
is unburdened by his glory!