Wednesday August 10, 2005
The scene so far:
Good friend and co-producer Steve Keller passed away on July 16th already miss him terribly, I have the picture that was taken in the control booth and have it up at work, helps tons. The blogs have gong by the wayside as predicted, but I did begin a myspace.com/ceemoon profile, gods, will this continuous signing up for online profiles, blogs, journals ever end? Probably not!
Maui was incredible as time was spent snorkeling, kayaking, swimming, boating and yes eating and drinking as well. Interesting fact was that we crashed every night around 9PM and were up and buzzing around by 7 in the morning, nuts but loads of fun. Going back for certain! Going in for oral surgery on Monday the 15, good gods! Spent the 4th of July with Joy and John, had a great time hitting the wineries in Napa, Cosentino became a favorite. Went to the Renaissance Faire in Novato on the 7th of August and it was great fun, shared the experience with Kate and Sean. Going to the second annual (how sweet) Golden Gate Park Renaissance Faire on Sunday August 27. Saw Searching for the Wrong Eyed Jesus, Fantastic Four, Willie Wonka, Finding Neverland, Secret Window –hey I had a Johnny Depp festival without meaning to. Working with Shocko on getting more folx to register for myspace.com/thedevlins. Began shooting Sound Check for Newsroom. Lane finally taped some songs for On the Tip Of My Tongue and he brought James Nash along for good measure, it was a great show! We’re painting the bedroom during Labor Day weekend, oh and the bathroom too! We’ll be in Carmel by the Sea in October.
Tuesday May 10, 2005
Happy Mother's Day to all the Mexican mom's! May 10th is Mother's Day in Mexico!
The scene so far:
Been in a car wreck (first and last time, y’hear?), moved to digs in Laurel Heights which means better weather but less economical places to eat, started 2 blogs when I swore up and down I wouldn’t, become addicted to LOST and Battlestar Galactica, loved the Motorcycle Diaries, saw Trisha move back to San Francisco and into my building, broke my toe (first and last broken bone, y’hear?), going to Maui, had a blast with The Devlins, had Austin Willacy on my show, along with The Sort Outs, Lisa Mandelstein and I’m working on Lane. Cut my hair and dyed it way too dark – Kim isn’t sure how to proceed! Saw Ozomatli, Stereophonics but never made it to any of Hickman’s shows. Went to Park Chalet and will be going to Sociale soon. Still going to the chiropractor and will be filing the claim with the city this month. Will begin shooting San Francisco Spotlight in June, may work with Katherine’s friend Nora for a news segment. Marty is in Spain, still touring with the Saints, to date their only U.S. dates are 3 gigs in New York and no, I am not going. There is talk of a trip to Las Vegas in October with Rene and Iris. Going to see Kingdom of Heaven on Monday, and Star Wars I’m not sure when, after Maui? In Maui? Almost got to interview Ingram Hill but their bus broke down and were going to be 2 hours late, we bailed. Going to the gym and doing my best to get back to 5 times a week, c’mon toe, let’s speed up the healing!
Wednesday July 23, 2003
So far this summer: I won a pair of birkenstocks, I went to a Giants vs A's game, I found out that POWER13 broke up, I saw Finding Nemo and Pirates of the Caribbean, my parents came up from L.A. for a visit, I wrote up 2 reviews for Newspapertaxi.net, I sent some cd's to Liam and Fiachna via my friend Beth, I applied for a new job, I've crewed on about 4 shows at the station, I discovered I like champagne with mango juice, I got a haircut, I filmed a memorial service for a friend of Steve's, I sent some black and white musee mechanique photos to Colin, I sent an email to Dave from the Sun's and he's sending me their ep, I got the first issue of Loop from my friend Clare, Rafael is working at ClubOne, Shonna got a job, Melissa is working in Chicago and talking a lot of golf, Trisha has a wolf spider in her apartment, Lisa went to the desert, I met Julie and Barabara during the chat with Liam, I went to Chapeau! and to Clementine wth my sweetie Rafael, we took Joy and Johnny to Eldo's where the wait staff amused all by crashing into each other, I read the first Harry Potter book, I made several healing pouches, I found another dragon at the Haight Street faire.
Monday June 16th, 2003
So whilst on camera 2 at the studio, producer Steve (who was directing producer Barbara's show says "OK camera 1 check your framing because we have the guest's boob in the shot." Camera 3, a lesbian activist (so they tell me) immediately piped in and said, "You don't have to call it that!"
Steve "What do you want me to say?"
Camera 3 "You can say breast."
Camera 1 "Well, I can say 'beeeeyotch' but it still means 'bitch'!"
Oh man, I had to suppress the laughter because we were taping but when I went home and told Rafael, I laughed for nearly 5 minutes!
ahhh, the good times!
Wednesday March 19, 2003
So before Yoga class Rafael and I decide to run down to Ocean Beach and dip our jewelry into the freezing water for purification purposes. This was on Monday night. The wind was blowing like mad, it was amazingly cold and the tide was out so we had to run, and run, and run to the edge of the sea! At one point the wind blew R's cap off of his head so he was running in the opposite direction for awhile, I tried to keep up with him but I was laughing too hard and screaming "get it! get it!" while the wind howled around me! Finally, facing West we made it to the water, all of this foam was being launched from the waves and tips of water streamed across the dark sand, it was surreal to say the least! The man that makes the mazes in the sand had been there earlier and we stumbled upon his swirls. Before we left and after I yelled for the blessings from Goddess and God (and my Dragon Dawn), we walked the maze of light and dark.
Despite the still howling wind and coldness of the night, I felt this comforting warmth take hold of me. Yoga was good that night.
Monday March 17, 2003
I'm not commenting on the war, ok? I'm just not. It's the same situation where I don't comment on bands I don't like, waste of energy, waste of cyberspace. That said, hope everyone has gone out and bought their electrical tape, or is it masking tape?
One of the things I enjoy about San Francisco is the diversity. Really and truly! Yesterday, I headed out on the 31 Balboa to 6th Avenue and walked up to
Clement Street. Sixth and Clement put you in the heart of little Chinatown, the main Chinatown being sandwiched in between the Financial District (check out the panoramas!) and North Beach. It was sunny, breezy and people were out in force.
I knew I wanted to stock up on incense and I always go to Kamei for that purpose. Kamei is this little store packed to the ceiling with almost anything you can think of, using every corner of space to display items as diverse as origami paper to toe nail clippers, rice cookers to those hand held sparklers we'd burn on the fourth of July. Kamei is the whole world wrapped up in one little vending space...or so I thought! A few blocks down I turned into a similar store but perhaps double the size as Kamei. They had Chinese pop songs blasting through their speakers and the displays of merchandise was indeed a visual assault. I was immeidately surrounded by Chinese good luck plants, hanging lanterns and those ceramic good luck cats that you see at the doors of almost every Chinese restaurant. But get this, these ceramic cats were electric and their paws went up and down!! I stood there chucklng simply charmed by uniqueness of it all.
I found the same incense I had just purchased but it was 80 cents more expensive, I did end up buying a bread loaf tin ($2) so I can make Irish Brown Bread and a pocket journal (also $2) that I'm using as my dream log. They had some crystals but they were over priced. Still in sheer mass and quantity this place, which is called Household "something" has Kamei beat hands down. Yet, Kamei is a better organized and provides a quieter, more tranquil experience.
Happy Autumnal Equinox!
I think this was the only time we have ever gone to the Ren Faire with more than 4 people. It was a riot. It was the first time for Ryan and Cedar, maybe Eric's too. Most of the garb Cedar and Ryan have on was leant to them by my husband Rafael. Doreen made her costume because she is a goddess seamstress! She also made Jason's centaur costume.
Left to right, top row: Eric, Rafael, Ryan, Jason. Bottom row: Cameron, Me, Doreen and Cedar.
Wednesday September 11, 2002
Suggestions regarding things to do this week:
Hold your loved ones close
Call your Mom and Dad (on the phone or through your heart)
Call on your goddesses, gods, spirit guides, ancestors, runners, angels, or whatever you call your higher powers and ask them to stay close
Chant over and over: Only good shall come from me, only good shall come to me
Donate blood, clothing, food, time
Smile
Be nice to people on the bus
Give thanks for your fingers and toes
Take a deep breath
January 14th, 2002 This little gem is from one of my truly inspired friends:
Tuesday, October 16,2001
THE TAROT. Yes, I used to practice them quite faithfully more than a decade ago, and frankly I got pretty good at it. I could make people call me. You had no idea the tarot and electronic equipment were compatible, did you? I guess before telephones and e-mails, if you wanted to hear from someone you would sit, shuffle your tarot cards and ask for some news. Then a few weeks later a letter would arrive from the one you'd hoped and *voila* your wish answered! Personally, I'm glad to live in the age of immediate communication, I love the instant gratification.
July 31, 2000
Sung to the tune of Old Macdonald Had a Farm:
I LIVE IN THE TENDERLOIN
AND IN THE LOIN WE HAVE SOME CRACK HOS
WITH A CRACK HO HERE
I LIVE IN THE TENDERLOIN
AND IN THE LOIN WE HAVE SOME PEEP SHOWS
I LIVE IN THE TENDERLOIN
AND IN THE LOIN WE HAVE SOME CRAZY BASTARDS
OH I LIVE IN THE TENDERLOIN
July 28, 2001
July 21, 2000
03/31/00
August 25, 1999
embarrassing moments...here are two of them:
ONE: I jumped on stage during a Cure gig, (Primary was playing) and I walked over to Robert and kissed him on the cheek, he didn't freak (really!), he just looked at his feet and smiled. I then spun around to leave the stage when I accidentally bumped into Lol's keyboard! I just froze, watching the thing rock back and forth!! Fortunately Lol stepped up and steadied it, I looked at him, muttered something and got the hell off the stage!
TWO: I jumped on stage (don't learn do I?) during a Circle Jerks show. I was planning on doing a quick stage dive (this was before the mosh pits were populated by violent creeps and people actually rushed to catch stage divers so it was relatively safe for women). So there I was, I circled the band, I came up to the edge of the stage and then...the song ENDED!! I stood there staring at the band, and they were staring back. I couldn’t stage dive, there was no music! So I daintily sat on the edge and had a couple of cute punk boys help me down. I think I ran to the bar after that!
July 29, 1999
More muni stories for you: It's 4:45, the bus is already five minutes late and it's not even Friday, ok, deep breath it'll be here soon. It does, I prepare to board thee 31AX Express baby, and being the 26th person in line (yes, we line up at the bus stop after work, after all it IS the Financial District and we're all so bloody civilized!)and as a result I miss out on the antics dished out by the 25 people ahead of me. So I climb on and flash my pastel bus pass to the driver who ignores me because he is going on about how MUNI is going to go out of business because of whatever stunt one of passengers had just pulled. Then the almost incoherent but LOUD driver informs us that he's not going to leave! I'm thinking to myself "Just put on your headphones, get your book out, the bus will move."
For the next five minutes or so people are still getting on the bus and are really confused by the driver's ranting, as am I, but here is where the magic of cell phones comes in to rescue me out of the pit of mystification. There was this woman behind me on her cell phone and she was providing a play by play description of the happenings on the 31AX Express! Cell phone woman says "Yes, this woman got on the bus and told the driver she had lost her pass and wasn't going to pay the fare, then she just sat down! No, she didn't pay! No, she doesn't care, apparently she thinks it’s alright to state that you have lost your pass and just sit down and now the driver says he’s not going to drive the bus! Yes, some people are just horrible!”
Then I see this young guy get up and go to the driver, cell phone woman says to her friend, she says “Oh wow, and now this man just paid this woman’s fare!” cell phone woman turns to horrific 31AX Express bus rider “You REALIZE that he just paid for you don’t you?” Bus moocher says nothing, cell phone woman continues with her description of the goings on and finishes with “No, she never even thanked the man! I believe anything at this point!”
I make it through chapter 19 in my book.
On another disturbing note (I don't mean that Ewan is disturbing, riding MUNI is!): getting off the bus on Friday, right there on MY STOP, I'm waiting for the doors to open so I can get out, and this man, this BIG man who has a wee crop of hair on his head and when he stands his feet are completely facing outward on the floor, you know like clown feet, anyway he starts screaming "STOP IT! STOP ASSAULTING ME!!" I'm about to walk off the bus but my brain goes "what the hell...?" and I look over towards the front of the packed bus and mr. clown feet is loosing it just yelling for someone to "STOP IT", he goes on to say: "You stepped on my feet (clown feet) and now you're mumble, mumble, STOP IT!!" I see this other creepy guy that rides the x-press as well, close to mr. clown feet and wonder if he's the one accused of the assault, he seems un-affected though, so who bloody knows...I get off the bus and cross the street, the screams are still audible, I hear a final "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" and mr. clown feet exists the bus. Crossing the street with fellow commuters I just sigh and say "Aren't you glad this was OUR stop?" Nervous smiles agree with me as we make our mad dash to the safety of our apartments. COMMUTING, YOU GOTTA LOVE IT!
4/30/1999
Ah, the good times!
About nine months ago, I had the grand experience of jury duty in San Francisco where every trial is a criminal trial! After the run around of "come into the court room" "now go back to the waiting room" and endless waves of people being interviewed for the jury, I had the honor of being in the jury box, eeek paranoia began to creep into my heart as I considered developing a twitch or just faking a fainting spell. As luck would have it another potential juror beat me to that move as one of our days ended early because the paramedics had to be called in to care for a fainting victim, dahng!! Come back the next day, I must, so armed with my paperback and very sloppy clothing I sit in chair number five listening to the eleven around me speak of their fears, prejudices, medical conditions, criminal records, favorite ice cream flavors, etc...my goal is to sound as unstable as possible but always telling the TRUTH less a bolt of lightening leave a mountain of smoldering ash in my place.
I get to hear the case, it's assault with a deadly weapon. Apparently these five men were accused of going on a rampage at a tenderloin hotel (tenderloin is synonymous to skid row), beating people up, waving a gun around, and stealing stuff. The first thing that flashed in my head was, ok, five young men at the tenderloin, late at night, obviously they were up to no good. How's that for prejudiced? But I swear on my record collection, that was the first thing that crossed my mind! The day that they actually brought the defendant's in to the court room, we had to respond if we thought they were guilty without hearing any testimony, I raised my hand (thinking: this ought to excuse me, no doubt) and said looking from one defendant to another "Now you must understand that I thought this BEFORE I laid my eyes on any of you. I figured 5 men out at 2 am in the loin were obviously into something evil."I tried to see if any of the accused flinched, but they didn't, they were busy throwing me the lightening bolts I had feared earlier! Guess what? That didn't get me off! The day went on. After lunch one of the accused said he felt sick, so we were excused at 1:30. As the court room was adjourning, I watched one of the defendants slip a note to another and though this really freaked me out I didn't say anything, because the way things were going I wouldn't be excused anyway. As a matter of fact I bet they would've decided to keep me seeing how I was blessed with the hawk eye and all. The next day, we turn up, the defendants turn up...surprise!! One of them is wearing a Trader Joe's T-shirt!! Now Trader Joe's t-shirts are given to employees only, and I had said that my husband worked for TJ the day before, so is this guy trying to make my head explode or what? I write a note to the judge about this...I don't get excused! Second round of questioning is taking place, they want to know if I have a problem with law enforcement. I re-tell my adventures as a punk rocker in Los Angeles and the abuse received at the hands of the LAPD. I tell them that this has left me suspicious and sometimes fearful of the law, I receive sympathetic nods from the defendants. I realize I'm playing both sides here, this HAS to get me off or someone is going to take me O-U-T! The District Attorney shared my name and she dressed like k.d. lang, so I'm sending her the mental message that basically states how sucky I would be as a juror, apparently she got it because as she is calling names I see her flinch, pause, look up at me, look back down and then say my name! I wanted to run out of that court room as fast as I could, but I didn't, I calmly picked up my belongings, thanked the court and walked out confident I wouldn't be needed for two more years…guess what I got in the mail yesterday? Jury duty summons! Ah, I love this city!
From Krista: This is a letter from my friend at ASCAP, I thought a little humor would brighten the day:-)
ASCAP HELL! Once a month or so I have to cover the "clearance" phones for a week. What this means is that people call me up and ask me who owns the publishing rights to songs. Most of the time it's fine. I get simple requests and in turn, the callers get simple answers. But not more the 15 min. ago I got a great call. I swear this is real, I might have missed a word or two
but you get the point...
3/23/99-PSYCHO MUNI BUS RIDES
This is when I was young and full of grace...ok, ok so I took those words from REM, if you notice that's an REM poster in the background, oh wait no, you can't see it, but TRUST me there is an REM poster behind me in this picture, PLUS I'm wearing an REM t-shirt as well. I had severe REM damage back then...practice, practice makes perfect, perfect is a fault and fault lines change...me taking a picture of me taking a picture of me...you get the idea...
"your subject line reminds me of an inane little poem a friend and I used to repeat endlessly while taking a mental vacation."
Stalker for Jesus
Listen, it’s fine to have a set of religious beliefs. It’s fine to honor your god/goddess in any way that you feel like it. It’s fine to chose not to participate in the decadence of the world and to call those of us who drink, smoke, curse occasionally and have sex for fun sinners. I may even let you get away with giving me a pamphlet hot off your Jesus presses.
However
It’s not fine to continue to pelt me with salvation!
Have no fear, if I want more information from your sect I will ask for it. My silence indicates my disinterest. This goes pretty much for anything unsolicited.
My stalker for Jesus is Cesar. He gives me Jehovah’s Witness newsletters (in Spanish) on a regular basis and, apparently, is on a mission to see me saved.
But what if I don’t want to hang with the JW’s? What if I want celebrate Halloween, Birthdays and New Year’s? What if I want a Doctor to administer antibiotics if I’m exposed to anthrax? Do I go the hell for that?
Let’s not even talk about how there should be different levels of hell and how you should be assigned to the appropriate hellish eternity depending upon your sins. I mean really, I am not spending eternity with Osama (& Bert) or Hitler, but I wouldn’t mind hanging out with Janis, Jimmy and Jerry. IF they’re even in hell.
So yes, my point is: have your beliefs but don’t shove them down my throat because chances are I’m going to react very negatively towards you and your organized religion.
For those of you who know me, when this is all over, I’ll be in hell, over there at the bar, mixing the drinks…only, where the hell are we going to get ice?
Hell indeed.
So yes, the tarot. I'm flying solo with it and I feel a bit unstructured and dizzy. There are 2 others that are intersted in studying with me and I've bought them there own decks. A coven of 3, power of 3. This may work out. I was suppose to meet with this *enlightened* man named Michael whom I thought could be my next tarot teacher. But alas, our connection seems to have wanted me to simply mend her broken situation with Michael and has cast off her responsibility towards me. Which is fine, but I would appreciate being informed and not left spinning in this silence. I'm going to call him myself and bypass the extra step. He may be my next teacher...
The tarot described JF to perfection but she couldn't see it and asked if the cards were talking about someone else. JM played along and said that he was thinking the same thing. I knew he had asked about his personal life and not work, and JF assumed it was work...it got very hot and uncomfortable in that room, so I finished the reading, downed my class of wine and left. Of course I told them both that the future is unwritten and they had the power to change anything they so desired. I also told JF that we would support any decision made.
The deck I'm using? The Palladini deck. The artwork is gorgeous.
RUN Y'ALL, RUN Y'ALL, RUN
RUN Y'ALL, RUN Y'ALL, RUN
AND A CRACK HO THERE
HERE A CRACK
THERE A HO
EVERY WHERE A CRACK HO
RUN Y'ALL, RUN Y'ALL, RUN
RUN Y'ALL, RUN Y'ALL, RUN
WITH A PEEP SHOW HERE
AND A PEEP SHOW THERE
HERE A PEEP
THERE A SHOW
EVERY WHERE A PEEP SHOW
RUN Y'ALL, RUN Y'ALL, RUN
RUN Y'ALL, RUN Y'ALL, RUN
WITH A CRAZY BASTARD HERE
AND A CRAZY BASTARD THERE
HERE A CRAZY
THERE A BASTARD
EVERY WHERE A CRAZY BASTARD
RUN Y'AAAAAAAAAAALL
RUN Y'AAAAAAAAAAALL
RUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!
(RUN, WILLIE, RUN!)
I'm going to see Shitty Shitty Band Band tonight with Trisha and Michael. Location? Bottom of the Hill, so come on down!
This week I made friends with a woman at KFC. There was this wacky homeless man in line pretending to talk into a cell phone shouting "I don't care what Allioto has to say. I'm sick of her shit!" wow! I caught this woman's eye and she told me that she only wanted to get some food for her Mother, that she had worked all day and had a headache, the last thing she wanted to do was listen to someone going on about Allioto! I told her to simply focus on the food she was going to order and that there were only a couple of more people in front of her, chant "...clear blue ocean, clear blue ocean..." She turns to me and says:
"You must be very grounded."
Me: "Actually, I'm on the edge like you!"
She: "Oh, I see faking it until you make it!"
Me: "Yup!"
She: (laughing) "You've cheered me up, thanks!"
Me: "No problem."
She: "I have a blind date tonight."
Me: (uhhhhhh) "Really? Good."
She: "I have no expectations."
Me: "Well then you have nothing to lose."
...listening to the Monkees singing Daydream Believer followed by Ratt's Round and Round, suffering from harsh cramps that were due and expected last WEDNESDAY not TODAY! (gay men who envy women our periods are fucking out of their minds! You wouldn't last an hour, mush!) I also have a nice dull, consistent lower back ache adding to my symphony of pain.
I have a nectarine sitting on my desk just staring at me. It has a little bit of mold on it and I'm wondering if I should cut that bit off and eat it anyway. The nectarine is daring me to do it, bastard!
I feel a little weak as if I couldn't raise my arms
above my head but I fully know I truly can. I'm
smelling Rebecca's cinnamon roll and lusting after the
smell only, I have no desire to eat a cinammon roll at
the moment. Cinnamon rolls remind me of the Ren Faire and bees!
I need to go across the street and buy my lunch salad though I know that eating a bunch of raw vegetables is going to make me explode. This is where I am at the moment. What does your side of hell look like today?
Happy Birthday Ewan!
caller: I need the address and number for eddie van halen, eddie money and jakob dylan.
me: well i can give you their publisher's address if you just give me the song titles you have a question about.
caller: i don't want their publishers address i want theirs.
me: well ma'm we are not allowed to give out our member's personal information.
caller: then can i have their agents numbers and address?
me: i am sorry but we don't keep those on record here.
caller: why not?
me: well because that information is irrelevant to what we do here. We only deal with publishing and things of that nature.
caller: well i really need to get in touch with these people. i'm really good friends with them. i am not just some crazy fan or groupie......
me: umm........well if you were friends with them wouldn't you already have their numbers?
caller: (snotty) i was away for a while and i guess they have all had their numbers changed.
me: ok
caller: the truth is that i have either been married or engaged to all of them (proudly)
me: ummmmm ............o.k.
caller: you don't believe me?
me: um well............no
caller: well i was married to eddie money and to eddie van halen and am engaged to jakob now.
me: you're engaged to him and don't have his phone number? don't you think that should give you an idea that something isn't right? besides, I thought eddie van halen was married to valerie what's her face.....
caller: (screaming) that little slutty bitch! fuck her and fuck you too!
then she hung up.......
i love my job............i really love my job.........
-From Jenelle: Check this out. On the bus ride this morning, this guy in front of me (older Chinese man -- late 40's) was
sitting down and he says to the young guy standing above him, "Do you
mind not blowing on me?" The guy goes, "Huh?" The man again says, "Would you mind not blowing on me. You have bad breath." And the guy calls him a bastard. And the older guy says, "Well, you're an asshole. What did you eat this morning? Shit?" The guy goes, "Yeah, probably." I
was sitting right behind this and I just closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep.
