direct from a shallow grave

Hi there, It’s YS, you might remember me from such blogs as sunny breaks in years previous.
I am alive, though barely at present. I had a cold then it got better, then I had a cold & flu, then it got better. This about sums up my life for the last month.

Also, I got the job I wanted. That job being: any one other than the one I have now. Things have not been so happy-go-lucky at the establishment, but thankfully it’s almost done.

There have been fun moments, such as yesterday while on the subway a guy who looked exactly like a suit was acting all gregarious and dapper; putting on a silent comedy for whoever would watch.
Also, it hasn’t been as cold as it could be, so that’s good.
It is christmas eve and I am not in the sox ancestral lands, which is a first for me.

And so here are some of my favourite christmas things.
– Dylan Thomas’ short story, ‘A Child’s Christmas in Wales‘, which is also linked on the side. DT is my fave poet and a brilliant reader of his own work.

This christmas image, brought to you by mister pants. i printed out a couple of these and gave them to people I know.

– This page of European christmas traditions. I always wanted to do an australian version of this but it still hasn’t happened.

– Last year I found this page that had a bunch of nice pictures on it and it said these pictures are copyright, don’t copy them. So I took them down to the photo joint and had them glossy-fied. I made cards. I like this one because of how piercing the eyes of the dude next to santa are.


Happy day tomorrow.

the new girl in this sunny cyber land

i am laura.
i live in the USA.
i am a teacher.

i love …moon yeol, korea, art, DIY everything, global travel, school, school, school, german folk, volunteer work/travel, sweetness, tattoos, compassion, animal companionship, high fivin’, white peony tea, girls, indie rock, vegan eatin, kissing and and kissing and kissing…, boys, indie films, dancing everywhere, books, activism, god, daydreaming, water, gestures of love, humility, subway art, watermelon, sunshine, unions, lemons. i love …courage, the dark alleyways of an early morning prague, foolish acts of unrequitted love, not drinkin’, pinball coffee tables, ratty rats circling my stumbling feets, my ma and my da, olives, and traveling (mind, body, spirit travel)

stop me

I’m not very pleased with myself and I feel sick to the stomach saying it but I’ve been getting back into the Radiohead. This is exactly what happened back in 2001. I guess if I had to put a finger on how I got into it back then… it was a woman I was living with at the time. I was doing well, for five years or more I’d been content with various obscure electronic stuff then one day she brought home this Kid A CD. I had a bit of a listen and was surprised because I liked it. It was confusing, so many conflicting emotions.
A few weeks later the CD wound up in my room more than anywhere else in the joint. Not long after I used some of the little money I had and bought a new copy of Ok Computer. I was pretty much off to the races. Got Amnesiac as soon as it came out. What happened after then is difficult to piece together.
We broke up and I had to move out, back into the city. Sometime late one night huddled over a glowing computer screen I read how one of my long-time heroes, Aphex Twin, had been asked in an interview if he’s ever work with Radiohead. This was because they said they were majorly influenced by him. But he said no, because he didn’t like them. Blunt, straight out, without care of who’s ego got dinted: no.
The next day I threw my Radiohead CDs in the bin and threw the bin on the street.

The last five years I’ve been playing out of the shadows. Last Sunday a friend invited me along to a film festival. There was some Radiohead video clips there. I sat there, uncomfortably watching and hating Thom Yorke and his cabbaged eye, just as I hated myself. I didn’t feel like I could just get up and leave.

I just d/loaded the old albums I used to have. Like I said, I feel sick. It’s a slippery slope. Pretty soon, before you know it I’ll be objecting to chicken.

After Jimbo claimed that “the mummy’s ready for his mystical journey!”, the bullies pushed the cart with Milhouse inside down a very steep hill. …

I don’t know why I get such a mental hardon for guitars. Last sunday my bass guitar was sitting in a different place and the sun was shining on its strings. I kept looking at it, think that I wanted to play it but then when I did eventually pick it up it wasn’t really the way I thought it’d be.
The other day I was having a nap after work and dreamt about this guitar that had 36 strings — 6 strings where there is normally one. The strings were very fine and the head split into two to cope with the number of tuning twiddlers.

journeys into the blend


Recently a friend (Hi L. in R.I. !) sent me this journal. It’s like a refurbished book but, slow-witted as I am, for some time I thought it was a blender rcipe book with extra lashings of whitespace. The bits of old book are spliced with blank, newer paper for which to write on. It came from here.

I am intending to use it as a dream journal but this is challenging to begin. My conscious self is still too freaked out to meet my unconscious self.


So, Margret Meade, (aka Ruth Ellen Church) graduate of Home Economics and Journalism at Iowa State (1961), exactly what is a blender?

A blender is an electrical appliance that makes daily meal preparation and entertaining less work and more fun. It takes the nuisance and clutter out of chopping, grating, pureeing and mincing; it mixes or whips foods in just a few seconds; and it does something no other appliance can do– liquefies fruits, vegetables and other solid foods, thus making possible an entirely new kind of cooking.

Margret is also a former Chairperson of the Chicago group of Home Economists in Business.
I wonder if they’re related to the Chicage school of econonomics? Probably.


It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.