| Burning Man Sex and Out of Body Porn | 10:52 PM |
I love this Violet Blue article on Burning Man. It cracks me up. I've been to burning man twice and will probably never go back. I think it's vaguely cool that people are so into it, and every year as the buzz about it grows and it gets closer and closer to Labor Day weekend, I get the slightest itch to go back. But I'll never scratch it -- it's just not my scene. I love the art, I love the enormous installations, I love the community feel, I love the communal environmental activism, I even sort of love the playa and don't mind being covered in dirt all the time. But it's a little too hip for me, a few too many people that are too into it, and a little too much effort to be in costume for an entire week. It's like one big rave where everyone looks and is cool, and I don't do either well.
In other news: out of body experiences scientifically explained. Now we know that it's not a) a psychic phenomenon, and b) it's not just something that happens to loonies. Just imagine the applications in porn!
| Shrinks vs God | 10:50 PM |
I love this quote by Ann Coulter: Liberals go to therapy. Conservatives go to church. (Right Wing News compiled her best quotes from last year -- most of them are too long, but some of them are real gems). It's so true, isn't it? Priests, pastors, confessors -- they're really like shrinks (is shrink a derogatory term?)
I stopped seeing mine. Not for any particular reason other than I've been too lazy to call my insurance to see what it'd cost me to keep seeing her. But I also felt like I'd go in and just sort of sit there, not sure what to talk about. We spent the first session talking about my mother, then she never came up again and she was the reason I was there in the first place!
I had four sessions with her and in two of them she asked if I thought I had a drinking problem. And I said no both times (btw, I'm quite confident I do not have a drinking problem). So when I woke up on the morning of my 4th scheduled apointment with a raging hangover, I called in sick -- I wasn't about to go in there after I'd just told her I didn't have a drinking problem, hung over on a school morning! I'm sure she would've been suspect of the validity of my previous denials. Besides, I was too hungover to talk.
So I've started to blog about more personal things again. Mostly because I'm no longer worried about future employers finding this blog. If you search for me, there isn't anything I'm really ashamed of online. No naked photos of me (at least none with my face -- haha, just kidding, potential future employer!), no stories about late night drugfests (just the occasional boozefest with friends), no compromising videos, no crime or violence. Just my raw voice. Oozing with sarcasm and heavy handed with profanity. It's me! Yay!
I read this in the news today about a settlement in racial harassment suit against a health clinic. It obliquely reminded me of some of Ann Coulter's quotes. Racism in code words -- think about it -- that someone would come up with coded language (not very well coded) to deride someone else because of race. Sneak attack racism. Who the fuck comes up with this stuff? And how much hate must you have in your black coal heart to think this is ok -- in a place of healing even. Tsk tsk.
| Girls' Night | 10:10 PM |
We had a girls' night out a couple of weeks ago and I got all dolled up -- which for me is putting on a nice pair of slacks and an appropriately cute tank top and the most uncomfortable pair of shoes I own -- I mean like I want to gouge someone's eyes out after I've spent an hour in them and why didn't I learn from the last time I wore them?! uncomfortable. At the end of the night, I wasn't drunk, but apparently was stupid enough to try to climb on top of a fire hydrant in front of the Rite Spot in the Mission -- per Ed or Ineke's request, of course. That fire hydrant was about half my height.
In front of the Rite Spot in the Mission (photo by Ineke)
Don't laugh at me, but in a week and a half we're going to Vegas and having another girls' night out to see...Justin Timberlake. You'd think I'd rather die than make that admission, but I'm doing it for the girls. I only know that Sexy Back song by him, but apparently women all over the world love that scrawny little playboy so what the hell.
So work provides these bicycles to ride around to the various campuses. They're called Gbikes (because everything good starts with a G, baby). I rode over to take a break with a couple of friends yesterday and as I'm leaving one of them says, You're a girl. In a skirt. On a bike. I love you! I rode away smiling and thinking ah, if only all men were so easy to please, then realized...oh, actually, I think they are. All the men I know are amazing and that easy to please. I'm the one that's the difficult bitch :)
