Nice Place to Live

The past two times I have left my trash outside my door to carry down to the dumpster, it has miraculously disappeared before I could take it downstairs. Usually I leave it on my porch so it doesn't stink up my place but I am usually also carrying a guitar or something down the stairs when I leave so I don't always put it in the dumpster immediately. Someone is beating me to it. I'm thinking it's my neighbor...I like my neighbors. :)

(Note: I'm not like...leaving it for DAYS and ignoring it so they're throwing it away in desperation...I think they're just nice).

Weeeee.

Why is it that when I need to be my most focused and on my game, I diddle around like a kid on Jolt? Oy vey. I need NEED to be productive this week, and next week is SXSW and my calendar is already so packed I can't even stand it. I need the week off work, is what I need. So many networking events! So much...PEOPLE time. Eck.

If I do not answer my phone for 2 weeks, forgive me. Send emails, loves.

This Town Is Mine

Oh a new John Jennings CD always makes a week go down nicely. Like buttah. And the best song is a 7 minute opus ending with a 3 minute guitar solo and hence the title of my post. Like you needed to know.

Today I did the church thing (as last week I missed out due to aforementioned insomnia), then walked down the street to Central Market to partake in...Sunday Morning Gospel Singers. Yes. It was so grand to sing a long to "Wade in the Water" whilst watching people eat their eggs. The awesomeness of the spring day (yes, I know it's still winter) didn't hurt, either. No eggs for me, but no issue there. I think I've hit the vegan stride. I am actually appreciating the fact that grocery shopping is 10 times easier, most of the stuff I buy now has ingredients I can pronounce, and I feel good. I don't know how or why or if it's the food I'm eating or not, but I feel good.

In fact, I'll say it here but not in the official vegan blog (I have too many blogs)...I'm scared of not being vegan. I'm scared I'll puke when I eat beef for the first time in 3 months, scared I'll go back to nasty eating habits, scared of the increased number of food choices open to me. I think I'll remain vegan at home but not be so picky when I eat out, though I'll try and vegetarianify most things...for the most part. I made that word up.

It just seems like a good constant to have in life, to not worry about beef or chicken or e coli or salmonella or this aisle or that aisle...to have a diet that rules out so many things but does not seem like a lifestyle of deprivation. I have enough choices to make in a day, and so many things I worry about...that eating well needs to be automatic and not a struggle. It's always been a struggle. Maybe being a vegan makes it less of a one.

It's also a grand excuse for not accepting food. No one lets you go with "I'm on a diet." You get ridiculed, or over-flattered, or something. ("Oh you don't NEED to be on a diet!" Oh yes I do.) Then you end up eating a 400 calorie something. That 400 calories does me no good. It's a fact, and not the musings of a future anorexic. :) I have not taken a piece of cake or rice crispie treat at work for 3 months, all the while watching that stuff get horked down at 9 am like it was Cheerios. Sigh. I don't want to do that. Bah.

presidential.

Well. I had a suitable day of napping, laptopping, and some well-timed cleaning. (I let things get a little too...meh sometimes). I tried to write and no direction came. I hate that.

I went through a pitcher of "mixed berry" stuff.

I found a t-shirt at the thrift store that says "Ruidoso, New Mexico." Purple.

I am in love with Odwalla bars.

I sat on my patio in the sunshine and enjoyed the first little bit of spring we've had.

I didn't go to bed until 4:30 AM on Sunday, and I think my schedule is now suitably screwed up.

I did finish the new website.

If I get one more friend request on Myspace from someone who wants to give me a free iPod I'll scream.

Same Old.

Remember how last week I was all...extroverted-out? I did it again. My week:

Monday: work, then stayed home.
Tuesday: work, then happy hour gig from 5-7, then off to watch a showcase until 11
Wednesday: work, then open mic from 8 - 12:30
Thursday: work, then postering for Jana Banana Rama, then beer, then watching a show at the Cactus Cafe' until 12:30
Friday: work, then gig til 11
Saturday: SLEEP IN (yay), gig for 2.5 hours, seeing Terri Hendrix at the Cactus TONITE

I am all socialled out. It's been fun, though. However, I think starting tomorrow I will hermit myself and only go out for necessities. :) I need to be in fine guitar shape for SXSW Week and would like to have a new song or 2 to debut as well. Does anyone care? No. I am just typing out my life to myself. Please ignore. :)

Diet Coke is grand. I need more than 5 hours of sleep.

Big Apple Bound

Well. I booked a plane ticket to NYC this week. I am so poor, but well-traveled. Or trying to be well-traveled anyway.

I am getting a cold.

I burnt myself out on people this week...I was not being a good introvert. Now I'm exhausted and uninspired.

So Long

JP 2/2007

Maybe there's a god
But I haven't seen his face round here in so long
He must have spared the rod
Cause this earth has been so spoiled for so long, so long
The weight of the world ground my heart into a pearl
Cold as the ocean and shiny as the sun
And I don't think it ever thawed
And it's kinda had me down for so long, so long

When I left South Dakota
I'd been stuck in wintertime for so long
My god I should have told ya
How my will to live had withered for so long, so long
Blood lines and star signs won't tell me how I'll take
And this poor farmer's almanac says nothing bout my state
It just says that I'll survive
Even dead comes back alive after so long, so long

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Mom and Pop turned Big Box - welcome back
Now there's smoking laws and city blocks - welcome back
And the cost of living is cheaper one town over
One town over - welcome back
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I drove in on a Sunday
Been hoping for my head to clear for so long
But I got lost along the way
In one second all those years were so gone, so gone
I crossed over on a highway through barriers and cones
This poor heart wanted badly but I couldn't see my home
Instead I just kept driving
And this car has been in gear for so long, so long
So long.