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| Friday, June 26th, 2009 | | 10:25 am |
Oh, Seattle.
I just spent a long weekend up in Seattle. It's always weird when I go up there - as a kid, I was convinced that I would move down there from Alaska. That was the nearest actual city, our entrance into civilization, and to this day the evergreens, mountains. and Sound pull at something inside of me. They say "home" in a way nothing else ever really will. It's a very atavistic response. The overlaid response to Seattle is one of frustration. You see, Seattleites have an ingrown wariness of strangers, and are therefore often distant and passive-aggressive to such strangers. Especially strangers from California. So there's that, and then there's the - measured - pace of Seattle, which often results in it taking an unacceptably long time to get my godsdamned coffee. Both of those traits run smack up against my tendencies to be brash and open and impatient. The resulting culture shock is sometimes hilarious, but usually frustrating. Please don't misunderstand me. I still love Seattle and her people very much. It's an awesome city. My relationship to it is very much like visiting someone I had a wicked crush on back in the day - they're still a really cool person, but now I can see why we never got together and why it never would have worked. As my friend Whisky Pills once said, "I moved to San Francisco because it made me look normal." It is so very, very true. Bless this crazy little city I live in. Current Mood:  amused | | Wednesday, June 10th, 2009 | | 12:30 pm |
Website
Still plugging away on designing my website, mumblety months after I paid for 2 years on DreamHost. Le oops. I've learned a lot of DreamWeaver, though. So I've got that going for me. Now I'm trying to pick out which artwork to put up. So, of course, I hate everything. Sometimes I wish I truly had the ego that I act like I possess. Current Mood: busyCurrent Music: Propellerheads - History Repeating | | Thursday, May 28th, 2009 | | 10:31 am |
Mmmm, colors.
So, I'm trying to pick a color scheme for my website. I'm running smack up against the fact that my favorite colors are red, silver, and black - those colors are too dramatic to be an effective backdrop, you know? So I'm playing around with blues, greens, etc., in various color-scheme websites, and I just... they don't feel right. I want red, I want black. So I have to find a scheme that will allow me to use red as an accent, without it looking too primary or Christmassy and, most importantly, without it overwhelming the portfolio pieces. It's not the end of the world, it's just one more thing to obsess about. | | Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | | 8:11 am |
NIN/JA
A few of us went out to Shoreline last night to see NIN|JA. The opener, Street Sweeper Social Club, is Tom Morello's (of Rage Against The Machine) new project, and is pretty damn awesome. Very Living Colour. NIN was... okay. Frankly, this is why I won't go to see other heavily electronic acts like Depeche Mode, either. Too much fog, lights, keyboards, and boys standing in front of them. But still very good, and he played "Head Like A Hole" as a closer, which, yay.. Jane's Addiction was VERY good. Perry Farrell is just the prettiest pixieish princess. They actually performed "Been Caught Stealin'", which made the crowd go apeshit, and closed out with the acoustic version of "Jane Says", which was fantastic. Farrell felt up Navarro at one point (can't blame him), and Navarro kissed Farrell on the cheek - which, from everything I'd heard about the band, was surprising. And awesome. The whole night brought me back to being 17-18, and hearing a lot of this music for the first time. Looking around the audience, it was pretty clear I wasn't the only one. Lots of aging rockers, still stuffing themselves into their corsets and plaid mini-skirts. Good times. | | Friday, November 21st, 2008 | | 4:45 pm |
Doctor Faustus, Actors Ensemble of Berkeley, 11-20-08
This production has some shining moments, but overall left me wanting more followthrough. I originally thought that there was going to be an Orientalist spin on the play because the cast, with the exception of Mephistopheles, were all dressed in karate outfits, and the minimalist set design had a very Zen spa meets the Council of Elrond feel to it. There were moments, like the demon originally appearing as a dragon head in a cool piece of ensemble choreography, but overall it felt like there had been too much of an emphasis on exciting movement and easy jokes. I have no problem with anachronisms in classical theatre - lord knows both Marlowe and Shakespeare didn't concern themselves overmuch with remaining true to period and location - but the soundtracky feel of the sound design and the choice to make one of the low characters a Western-accented hick didn't serve to further either the play or our understanding of it. Marlowe's language is by no means difficult, but I found myself losing my place often. I wondered if the cast was, too, because there were quite a few instances where I felt they were just saying these words instead of actually talking to each others' characters. One of my companions said it felt like a "goofy-through", which is when you run the show making the weirdest, goofiest choices possible, so you can get it out of your system and return to actually telling the story. I think he was right. note - I don't like giving negative reviews. This is partially because I don't want to appear impolitic and rude, especially since I know how hard it is to put a show up, but also partially because I don't want to cost anyone any ticket sales (not like I'm in danger of that here in SF, but still). However, Doctor Faustus closes this weekend, so the second concern is even more miniscule. | | Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 | | 2:55 pm |
I voted!
At 9:15 this morning, to be exact, after waiting 40+ minutes. My usual polling place did not have the usual amount of booths. One the one hand, I get that SF increased the number of polling places, so the booths had to be spread out. On the other, we were facing a ballot that included *12* state-wide measures and *24* city/county-wide measures. I think more booths would have been a Good Thing. I was voter #260 - at 9:15 a.m. Dude. 260 people in my teeny little district voted within 2 hours. Kind of amazing, no? I'm running 5 tabs of election coverage in a separate browser than my usual one. The Laughing Squid has a blogroll of coverage that I'm going to run back to when I get home post-root canal (whee). The non-CA, non-Presidential races I'm watching are Senate: Franken vs. Coleman in MN and Begich vs. Stevens in AK. FiveThirtyEight.com is calling Begich a lock to win and tilting towards Coleman. I hope they're right.</p> And yes, I'm wearing a hoodie today. Partly because I am getting sick fast, and partly in tribute to Eminem's 2004 "Mosh". My ex-husband and I went to Target, bought our black hoodies, and went and voted. That hoodie is faded and holey now, but I still have it. I still hoped. Also, I would just like to share this photo of an Alaskan voting. It's in Chatanika Lodge, which used to be a mining camp. We used to visit there a lot, when I was a kid. | | Wednesday, October 29th, 2008 | | 2:41 pm |
| | Monday, October 6th, 2008 | | 5:19 pm |
Theater!
Sunday, I helped load in and light hang for No Nude Men's The Monk, and I'll be seeing it opening night. If you're in the Bay Area, you should see it, too!! THE MONK is a riveting gothic masterpiece that explores sexual desire, abuse of power and violent erotic impulses. Savaged by critics for its obscenity, the story pivots around a 17th century Spanish friar, Ambrosio (played by long-time NNM member, Ryan Hayes), whose life is crossed by a pair of young women: the tragic nun Agnes (Lisa Swanson) and the impoverished aristocrat Antonia (Margery Fairchild), both of whom contribute to the arrogant cleric's fall from grace. As Ambrosio is guided down a path of dissolution by a mysterious beauty named Matilda (Cassie Powell), the story weaves in and out of the quest for Antonia's hand by the handsome cavalier Don Lorenzo (James Tinsley) and the desperate search by Don Raymond (Paul Rodrigues) for the missing mother of his child. Along the way, ghosts, demons and malicious Mother Superiors intervene; bandits attempt murder on hapless travelers; and nothing short of the Spanish Inquisition turns up for the harrowing finale. Current Music: Sleep - My Chemical Romance | | Thursday, September 4th, 2008 | | 12:01 am |
Pardon my southern accent.
Yeah. Palin's accent is an extreme example of a city Alaskan accent. It's city because it's more with the Midwest flatness, less with the Native lilt. The accents I grew up around (and with) were a weird hybrid of Western Canadian, Midwestern, Texan/Oklahoman, and Native. Sigh. I really don't like this woman. | | Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 | | 3:11 pm |
Of politics and former homes.
I try to avoid politics in this journal - I'm not so much a political animal, and I'm aware that some of my friends do not share my (admittedly socialist) views. "Minnesota Nice" left enough of a mark for me to attempt to avoid making people uncomfortable if I can at all help it (which can become a detriment). However, the Republican Party has managed to drag both the state of my birth and the state where I spent most my adult life (so far) into the national news over the past week. MN being in the news was expected - the RNC has been scheduled in St. Paul for years now - but McCain's nomination of Alaska Governor Sarah Palin was, by all accounts, a surprise even to GOP insiders. It certainly was a surprise to Palin's fellow Alaskans. Palin herself said she wasn't being vetted as recently as August 14th, and various Alaskan politicians have stated that they were not contacted re: Palin prior to the announcement. AK's got a small political field - someone would have said something. Palin's nomination points to a lack of preparation within the McCain campaign - he's had the party nod for over 5 months, and it comes down to an 11th hour choice? There are rumors that McCain wanted former Mass. Governor Tom Ridge or Senator Lieberman, both of which must have sent the GOP's right-wing hardliners into fits. Promised a fight, McCain punted and picked a female governor that espouses traditional family values (how successfully she lives her convictions is a matter of debate). This is actually not as disturbing as the news coming out of St. Paul. Demonstrators being arrested is sadly not news. However, journalists from Democracy Now! and the AP getting arrested while trying to cover a national convention should be news and should be protested. As should the news of protestor's homes being raided. It sounds like the RNC & St. Paul have chosen not to trust the citizens - I wonder why not? (Note: arrests of journalists also happened in Denver during the DNC. I have yet to hear of any protestor's homes being raided, however.) Current Music: Letterbomb - Green Day | | Tuesday, August 26th, 2008 | | 3:53 pm |
Mmmmmm, weather.
Today was one of those rare days in SF where it actually smelled hot. Normally, it's not hot, and if it is, the wind's blowing too hard for the smell to develop and stay (which is sadly not true for some of the piers). Today, though, it was nice and just on the edge of hot and sunny and I could believe it was actually summer for a second. It was nice. | | Monday, August 4th, 2008 | | 10:21 pm |
I'm only happy when it rains...
Okay, not true. Not that we couldn't use the rain, but it's not the season for it. However, the cool misty weather we have right now? Perfect antidote to the <i>112 fucking degrees</i> in Las Vegas, where I was last week. Holy jeebus, I thought I was going to dessicate and blow away on the spot. I am a delicate Northern flower, and canna stand the heat. Vegas was a blast, though. Fun bands, the Double Down, great people, good food, and lots and lots of drinking. Perfect combo. Happy Fringing to my MSP folks! | | Friday, June 6th, 2008 | | 1:27 pm |
I guess that's a good sign...
It's no secret that I feel an affinity for and admiration of ravens. I have a tattoo of Raven on my back, for crying out loud. And, I'm working on a little play entitled Heist A Crow that makes great use of the mythological attributes of corvids. The production has gotten a little chaotic as we charge towards opening night, but we've got a great show with us. So it felt like a benediction, of sorts, when a real-life raven - not a crow, not a corley (crow-raven hybrid) - but a real-life raven landed 10 feet in front of me on the sidewalk as I walked to work yesterday. He settled himself, and started walking towards me with that hilarious raven walk. As he got near me, he looked at me, cocked his head, and - I swear on a stack of souls he did this - he nodded, and then kept walking past me. Pretty cool, I tell you what. Current Music: Grey Ghost - Mike Doughty | | Monday, June 2nd, 2008 | | 5:14 pm |
Heist A Crow, June 6-28 HelpWalrus Produces Sean Kelly’s HEIST A CROWwritten by Sean Kelly directed by Stuart Bousel assistant directed by Juliana Egley - (that's me!!) featuring: Matt Gunnison Jay Middleton Jesse Mueller Carol Rhyu Tony Sommers Rana Weber Performances: Fridays & Saturdays, June 6-28, 8:00 pm, 7:30 door. Tickets: $15. Pay at the door or purchase on the web at Brown Paper TicketsLocation: Stage Werx at 533 Sutter St . (at Powell) Info: HelpWalrus.com or 415.385.6296 HEIST A CROW is an original, absurd comedy about the afterlife. Follow John, a newly-dead, recently-spurned thief (Matt Gunnison) and a disgruntled reaper (Rana Weber) through eternity and points elsewhere as they try to win back the lives they never had. Battling an evil coke-fiend real-estate agent (Tony Summers), an abused angel looking to blow the joint (Carol Rhyu), and a misogynist higher being who may be all powerful or may just be lazy (Jesse Mueller), the duo must track down the souls guarded by a reluctant pentecostal priest (Jay Middleton) before John loses himself (and his love) to a fate worse than death. Buzzing the metaphysics of Judeo-Christianity and Greek mythos in a blender, Heist a Crow is a family story about the not-so-desirable effects of inter-planar transport, life, death, shiny objects and subverting faith. Stage Werx Theatre is a cutting edge underground theatre located in San Francisco 's throbbing Theatre District one block from Union Square . Stage Werx is an intimate 55+ seat theatre with a steampunk cabaret lobby that will transport audiences even before the show starts. Look for cutting edge new works, brilliantly twisted adaptations, circus, comedy, movies, music, mayhem and more. | | Tuesday, January 15th, 2008 | | 12:27 pm |
Review - Looking For Normal, Artisphere Theatre, Theater Garage, Minneapolis
So, I flew to MSP this past weekend to go see "Looking For Normal", produced by my friends' company Artisphere. My friends Sally and Fred have been trying to get this thing up for over 5 years, and approached Fifty Foot Penguin with it at one point. Zach was going to direct, but we didn't have the money and had to back out. Sal & Fred didn't give up and finally, with the help of Terry Lynn and Beth Carlson, produced it themselves. It was worth the wait. "Looking For Normal" deals with a middle-aged couple in a small Ohio town. They've been married for 25 years, have two children, and seem like the most traditional of traditional Middle American couples. In a counseling session with their pastor, the husband, Roy, reveals that he was born in the wrong body and wishes to change his sex - to become a woman. The rest of the play deals with the reverberations created by that particular bombshell. Fred plays Roy and Sally plays Irma, Roy's loving and patient wife - the interaction between these two is where the play really came alive for me. Mo Perry as Roy's grandmother who left her son (Roy's father) to live as a crossdresser in Paris provides the spiritual side of the play, and Garry Geiken and John Middleton as the pastor and Roy's supervisor, respectively, represent the community's response. But watching Fred and Sal up there as Roy and Irma - damn. At one point, the pastor gives Irma permission to divorce Roy, and Irma responds, "Why? He's my heart." This is true for Roy and Irma as well as Fred and Sally. Randy Schmeling and Taylor Bolstad are absolutely engaging as Roy & Irma's children, and Anita O'Sullivan and Larry Roupe do a very good job of showing us the older generation's perspective. (Side note: due to my own issues, I lost it when Roy-now-Ruth gently kisses the top of his dad's head as she wheels him away. It was just so perfect and poignant, it killed me.) After the show, Mo said that doing this kind of theater is what will feed her artistic soul for years to come. I know what she means - it was absolutely worth waiting five years and flying 2000 miles to see the show. You should go see it, too. Current Music: Sad and Lonely - Lucero | | Thursday, September 27th, 2007 | | 5:19 pm |
I should probably update more often
if I ever want to have any readers! Heh. I wanted to share this image: On my run this morning, on my way back from the turnaround on the Municipal Pier, I saw a postcard-worthy scene: The sunrise was to my back, the full(ish) moon was hovering over the first point of the Golden Gate bridge, and the deck of the bridge and Sausalito were wreathed in the morning marine layer, like small mountains protecting the bigger ones. In front of all of that, a flock of gulls approached the Pier, and a fisherman was in the foreground, bringing in the first catch. I swear, if I'd had a camera... But then it wouldn't be as pretty, now would it? Current Music: Daddy Sang Bass - Johnny Cash | | Wednesday, September 5th, 2007 | | 1:55 pm |
Fringe Time
SF Fringe starts today. There are some shows I'd like to go see - I hope I make it. I've been sick for a little while, and sleep has taken precedence over everything. I miss being involved in theater, but I can't tell if it's the same sort of nostalgia I have for my hometown or not. You know, the nostalgia of a time past and not recoverable. Part of me thinks that my location is contributing to that malaise - if I moved to, say, New York or Toronto, I'd be much more likely to re-engage. I love San Francisco, but it's starting to take a toll on me. However, life is still very good. So no more complaining, and on to the Fringe! | | Tuesday, June 26th, 2007 | | 3:11 pm |
Mmmmm, stone fruits.
I'm in the throes of my annual Overdose of Stone Fruits. I love them - pluots, nectarines, cherries, plums.... nom nom nom nom. And the farmer's market is so close and has such a great selection. MY FRUITS, LET ME SHOW YOU THEM. Today is such a perfect, mild, sunny San Francisco day that I would have been absolutely unsurprised if everyone at the Ferry Building Farmer's Market had burst into a spontaneous polka of joy. Current Mood: happyCurrent Music: Super Powers - Ookla the Mok | | Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007 | | 10:56 am |
Joss Whedon is still my motherfucking hero.
Last month, seventeen year old Dua Khalil was stoned to death by a group of men in an "honor killing". Some of those men filmed it - filmed their friends participating in this murder. Joss Whedon has some thoughts on that. As always, he's much more eloquent than I can be. How did more than half the people in the world come out incorrectly? I have spent a good part of my life trying to do that math, and I’m no closer to a viable equation. And I have yet to find a culture that doesn’t buy into it. Women’s inferiority – in fact, their malevolence -- is as ingrained in American popular culture as it is anywhere they’re sporting burkhas. I find it in movies, I hear it in the jokes of colleagues, I see it plastered on billboards, and not just the ones for horror movies. Women are weak. Women are manipulative. Women are somehow morally unfinished. (Objectification: another tangential rant avoided.) And the logical extension of this line of thinking is that women are, at the very least, expendable.
I try to think how we got here. The theory I developed in college (shared by many I’m sure) is one I have yet to beat: Womb Envy. Biology: women are generally smaller and weaker than men. But they’re also much tougher. Put simply, men are strong enough to overpower a woman and propagate. Women are tough enough to have and nurture children, with or without the aid of a man. Oh, and they’ve also got the equipment to do that, to be part of the life cycle, to create and bond in a way no man ever really will. Somewhere a long time ago a bunch of men got together and said, “If all we do is hunt and gather, let’s make hunting and gathering the awesomest achievement, and let’s make childbirth kinda weak and shameful.” It’s a rather silly simplification, but I believe on a mass, unconscious level, it’s entirely true. How else to explain the fact that cultures who would die to eradicate each other have always agreed on one issue? That every popular religion puts restrictions on women’s behavior that are practically untenable? That the act of being a free, attractive, self-assertive woman is punishable by torture and death? In the case of this upcoming torture-porn, fictional. In the case of Dua Khalil, mundanely, unthinkably real. And both available for your viewing pleasure.
Equality NowMalene Arpe of the Toronto Sun writes about Joss' screed Current Mood:  angry | | Wednesday, May 16th, 2007 | | 12:44 pm |
Juliana Returns To Minneapolis (and Posts For The First Time In Ages)
So, yeah. The weekend. I did have some apprehension surrounding it, for what I think were good reasons, but none of my fears were realized. It was the best possible visit and weekend that I could have hoped for. Friday - I was picked up at MSP by Brian, who took me to lunch at the Chatterbox, which is a very SF-feeling place. After lunch, I toured B's new (salmon-colored) home and then we went over to Sally's house. Much hugging and chatting and me ooh-ing over the home improvements ensued. S took me to the uptown Leaning Tower, where I met up with Marcy & Adam and their two daughters, Lisa & Spencer and their son, and Sean & Jen. I didn't recognize the Tower! They totally remodeled! Sigh. After dinner, I hauled ass down to Intermedia Arts to see Mikey in Great Moments Of Kung Fu Theater History. Hi-larious. I especially liked the Kung-Fu Ionesco bit. Post-show, Mike and I went back to his place so I could frass with his roommate (Bean) a bit while Mike warshed up and changed, and then we went over to Mo's for a small gathering o'peeps. Mo, Mikey, Brian, Sally, Fred, Alisa, Dustin, Bob, Matt, and Dave were all there, and it was good. It was very good. I introduced everyone to Fernet (or, as they call it now, Ferret) and Corb Lund, we saw the "Rehab" video (no, no, no), there was much chatting and one-on-one time, and we were all very happy. Also, we had cowboy hats! It was a good time. Sally and I wandered home and hopped in the hot tub, and then beddy-bye. Saturday, Sal and I went party-shopping and dress-shopping, because I LEFT MY DRESS IN SF. Augh! So we had to scour Dayton's/Marshall Field's/Macy's for a dress that would appropriately show off my tat and still not make me look preggers. We finally found a cute black-and-white polka-dotted halter dress that is vaguely rockabilly (and not at all stripper-like!). We finished up the shopping at Beyerly's, and then home, where I napped and they cleaned. Bad guest, no biscuit. That night, I went to with Sal to her show - I ended up having to park the car as Sal ran in to the theater, because downtown was insane. We found out later that Prairie Home Companion was at the State that night, with Wilco performing. I had to remember where my cheap super-secret parking spot was, but I got to see the show! It's amazing - Autistic License. Just wonderful. And then Sally and I sped back to the party - which was already in progress. That was the second time I've "returned to the fold" at a Sally party, the first one being after my accident. Both times, I was nervous as hell pre-party, wondering how it was going to be. Oh, the party was wonderful. It was great to see so many people, and to have so many people see me happy and healthy, as opposed to the hollow shell I was when I left. I did my usual Sally-party thing of hanging out in the kitchen, right in front of the sink. At least that way people have to pass by me and say hello, right? PLUS, The Baron Von Raschke himself showed up to my party! How awesome is that? (Fred is in a show at the History Theater about MN wrestling, and it stars The Baron.) We partied far into the night, with a post-party hot tub. Yay. So much love contained in that night. So much. Sunday, we staggered around, Fred made bacon and Grand Marnier French toast, Sal and I went to Target, and we all made calls to our respective mommas. Mo & Mikey came over to hot tub, and then we all went to karaoke at The 1029 Bar. The 1029? Large with the WTF and the amusement. It's a Nordeast bar, so it feels like a small-town dive bar. It's also a cop bar, and we were pretty much the only people doing karaoke that night. This made for some interesting expressions on the faces of the regular patrons. I heard one woman call her friend and said, "There's a bunch of theater people doing karaoke at The 1029. You gotta come down here and see this." Highlights of the night included Mo doing an interpretive dance to Carolyn's "Total Eclipse Of The Heart", Mike (and Terry and Fred) dancing to Sally singing "Everything's Comin' Up Roses", Mo and Sal and me singing "Rehab", Terry, Carolyn, Fred, and Mike singing "Bohemian Rhapsody", Carson singing some Motorhead song and "Apeman", Sal singing "I'll Fly Away"... Much hilarity. Oh, and Carl stopped by! Awesome. It was great to see him. Monday, I just packed up and waited for Mikey to pick me up for lunch at Wasabi, where we were joined by Mo, Brian, Debbie, Sally, and Heather (my college roomie). After lunch, I said my good-byes to most everyone and went with Heather to see her husband John and their new house in north St. Paul. Then, I flew home. And left my cowboy hat on the plane, which upsets me all out of proportion. I choose to blame the toddler that was in the row with me - he was small enough to sit on his parents' laps, and he would. not. shut. up. the. entire. damn. flight. I'm pro-kids, but that was a little trying. To his parents' credit, they were doing their best to keep a very active toddler occupied and quiet - he just wasn't cooperating. I think they even gave him toddler Benadryl at one point, which didn't seem to have an effect. So. I miss that hat - it had a lot of great memories attached to it. It was a wonderful and odd weekend. Minneapolis is at once familiar and strange - I know where most everything is, but it repeatedly struck me how flat/green/spread-out it is. It felt a little isolating, actually - everyone in their own houses, doing their own thing. I think I would have to still be in theater if I had stayed - otherwise I'd be too apart from everything. Given how much healthier I am out of theater, that's a little scary. I miss everyone so much, it physically hurts. But it felt so nice to be back in SF, to see the Bay, to be among a lot of people. I spent the weekend listening to people talk about their houses and theater, and I have no personal stake in either. My path has seriously diverged from the life my friends lead, from the life I was leading. I still mourn what I had, while being happy in this new life. I enjoyed all the love from this weekend, and it was brought home to me that I probably cannot return permanently. When I left Alaska, it was gladly. I knew all along I didn't belong there. When I left Minneapolis, it was because I had to. I never quite fit in, but I managed to carve out a niche for myself. I miss my friends and that community so very much. However, living here has been incredibly good for me. It was remarked a few times how much more relaxed I am now, how much more able I am to roll with things. I don't worry about my place here, I don't worry about being wrong, I'm not in fear of saying the wrong thing. (Well, I do, because I'm me, but you get the drift.) Part of that is not being in an unhealthy relationship any more, and I do think part of it is how accepting California is. And, part of it is due to the relationship with M. He's taught me a lot - or, at least, listened to me and offered comments as I've worked through things. I need a French phrase or German word for feeling happy and melancholy at the same time. Happiness at the present situation, but keenly missing the past. Something. That's where I am, at any rate. Current Mood: contentCurrent Music: Superbeast (Girl on a Motorcycle Remix)-Rob Zombie-American Made Music to Strip By |
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