considering that friday night i got rejected by a boy, i shocked myself when saturday morning i woke up happy, smiling, and relieved, believe it or not. i was overwhelmed with a feeling of 'pfft! i'm AWESOME!'. i couldn't wipe the smile off my giddy face, and i was humming to myself all day. i've no idea where it was coming from, but i embraced it and chalked it up great friends and a good therapist. i guess all the hard work i've been doing on myself this summer has begun to sneak up on me and actually pay off, and i can't wait to see whats next.
i've a feeling he was just after my milkshake anyhow.
in other news, OPERATION FREEGAN has officially come to a close.
stauts: phew! i made it! now gimme some goddamned vegetables!
for the entire month of july, i spent NO MONEY on groceries, and properly navigated my way around the rules, through the loopholes, and on the outskirts of my workplace to acquire foodstuffs. i ate only work-related freebies, and spent money only on wine, gum, and coffee (see 'big city girl vices' post below). i saved an incredible amount of money during july, and learned some sneaky tricks about where food comes from/goes at a farmers market. in fact, while i quickly replenished my veggie stash (you will never meet anyone more in love with raw vegetables), i've set myself up for on-going access to free lettuce, eggs, bread, pizza, sausages, and of course, cheese.
on august 1st, the first food item i bought myself was dried popping corn. don't judge. (sidebar: yes, i pop my own. i can't stand the chemicals in those processed bags of 'movie theater style' cancer.) the air-popped, unbuttered golden kernels of crunchy goodness + a glass of red wine, is one of my favorite comfort meals. i think its stems from a memory: you see, years ago, i was on a date with my beloved when he suggested we go see a movie. i hadn't heard of the obscure film he suggested, but i agreed. well it ended up being a super suspenseful horror film and my wimpy ass was so scared i started crying right there in the theatre. we left mid-movie and he drove straight to another theatre, where he snuck in a couple individually-sized wine bottles (to calm my frayed nerves) and bought popcorn and tickets to napoleon dynamite. i felt so much better. i felt loved, i felt safe.
so, combine my desire for a hug, and a loooooong day of cutting/wrapping/pairing cheese and the toll it takes on my aching hands, and you've me zoning out while my dinner poppity-pops away. no chopping or cooking required.
incidentally, my hands have been giving me a lot of trouble lately. its directly attributed to my job, and the endless, continuous motions the finger joints of a fromager must perfect. but man its pretty bad lately. at the end of the day, it hurts to do...well, pretty much anything: drive, write, type, etc. seeking some relief, i browsed the aisles at the local pharmacy and saw it:
ben gay.
i did have a brief moment of age-related identity crisis, but i was desperate and so i bought the biggest tube they had and applied liberally.
so instead of my usual 'cheese musk', i now smell like a cross between spearmint gum and the old ladies on the bus.
but at least i can get some crafting (and typing) done. albeit, alone.
in the meantime, i went to brenda's film tour. brenda makes striking experimental surrealist films so personally inspiring that, in the past, we've collaborated on a mixed media installation. it featured one of her films, set in one of my vintage suitcase installations, and it was titled 'theatre of manufactured dissimilation: cuts in motion'.
now she runs a production company called Cut and Run, which produces, curates, and tours various film screenings. its usually a night of experimental surrealist film shorts, and i'm always so creatively stimulated afterwards; she's such impeccable taste in films that stir, provoke, question and impress. her choices always stay with me, circulating in my brain, evolving until they've resolved themselves enough to settle down. could you ask for more? visit her here: Cut and Run.
oh!
NEW MUSIC MONDAYS (yes i know today is tuesday)
i've had an artists crush on amanda palmer since back in her dresden dolls days. i saw her a couple years ago at bimbos365 here in san francsisco (perfect venue for her) and fell head over heels in artist love.
she's just released a new album (without the aid of a record label- she's so ballsy) on july 20th, titled Amanda Palmer Performs the Hits of Radiohead on Her Magical Ukulele. get it here.
her rendition makes me feel like i'm in the midst of spinning out of control. she's BRILLIANT and has a shit ton of other BRILLIANT things going on, including her new album with EvelynEvelyn, and upcoming tour.
euphoria. euphoria and awe.
stay tuned for Try Something New Tuesdays, i'm feeling sassy.
ps. did those links work? its my first time making a link, i'm just learning the internet.
current mood: satisfied.
current music: amanda fucking palmer.
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