I love my Gov

Montana Govener Brian Schweitzer at the DNC

He's such a dork.
I like the "that was good" from Bill at the end.

Very Clever, John McCain

Very clever.
Also shes gorgeous. And looks a little bit like Tina Fey.
Its going to be a very close race.
UPDATE: I am not the only one who noticed the Tina Fey resemblance.

To the violinist on the 4 train 1:15 am Friday August 29, 2008

Oh my god.
You are so fucking good.
I can still hear your music
Strains of summertime and Mozart
you could play professionally
not that I’d know but
here on the 4 train I wish I could give you more than the
75 cents in my wallet
I wish I could
Take you home
With me
Wrap you in my arms
Make love to you while you cry out your orgasm
in your violin.

You look like the boys I went
To high school with.
The boys I first kissed
First loved
Hippie boys
Hair full of dirt
Brains full of pot
Hearts full poetry
Kerouac and the open road
Box car hopes
And Alaskan dreams
Biking to Oregon
Working on tall ships
The boys who I left
Wrote off
Fools
Dreamers
Christopher McCandles
The boys who do not exist in new york
With curly hair and tattered sneakers
You look poorer than most bums.

Make love to me.
Let me take you home.
I will be your patron
Your muse. I will
Pay you in kisses and sex if you
Will only play for me forever.
Your music makes me want to cry and for some reason
That makes me love you.
Come home with me.
Make my tears into music
Make my pain beautiful
Give it meaning.
But you
You have no time for this
You are going to play all night
Until you have enough change for a big mac
Or the parks become safe to sleep in
You are going to ride the 4
Up and down manhattan.
I could follow you
I do think about it
I do
But I don’t want my heart to break
Not tonight.

So I get off the train
Go home
Write you a poem.
Swear that I would have loved you
Forever and ever if only…
If only…
If only you were as real as my love.
Oh well.
You probably have crabs anyway.

Symmetry

Today I dropped two script submissions in the mail, bought a sandwich on my way back from the post office and picked up the mail which included a rejection letter for a different script.
Symmetrical.

Neil Gaiman Obsession Continues

“I Google You” Music and Lyrics by Neil Gaiman, Performed by Amanda Palmer.

I saw her perform this last Monday? The Monday before? down at the Spiegeltent.

I Google you
late at night when I don’t know what to do
I find photos
you’ve forgotten
you were in
put up by your friends

I Google you
when the day is done and everything is through
I read your journal
that you kept
that month in France
I’ve watched you dance

And I’m pleased your name is practically unique
it’s only you and
a would-be PhD in Chesapeake
who writes papers on
the structure of the sun
I’ve read each one

I know that I
should let you fade
but there’s that box
and there’s your name
somehow it never makes the pain
grow less or fade or disappear
I think that I should save my soul and
I should crawl back in my hole
But it’s too easy just to fold
and type your name again
I fear
I google you
Whenever I’m alone and feeling blue
And each scrap of information
That I gather
says you’ve got somebody new
And it really shouldn’t matter
ought to blow up my computer
but instead….
I google you

****

I’m reading the last sandman book like a page a day. I really don’t want to say goodbye to Dream of the endless. I know him better than some of my friends at this point. I think when I finish it I’m going to go through a mourning process similar to a breakup. The second to last book “the kindly ones” kicked my ass emotionally. I’m very involved. It’s probably not healthy.

Jesse and I are thinking as going as Dream and his sister Death for Halloween.

I have a new favorite person!

When I stole that candy bar in 3rd grade I totally blamed Reeses. It was asking to be eaten.

So apparently Camille Paglia said that women getting falling-down-drunk at frat parties and then getting raped are akin to leaving your car keys in the ignition and then being surprised when the car gets stolen.

While I get the whole women-need-to-be-careful angle why isn’t she saying “boys, just because you see a car with the keys in the ignition doesn’t mean you can steal it”? So much of the language discussing date rape (or gray rape or whatever it’s still rape) has to do with women drinking too much or wearing short skirts. While yes it is stupid to get smashed in a frat house and yes if you go to someone’s room there are societal expectations that you shouldn’t be surprised if they come into play (regardless, no means no) I don’t understand why the frat boys don’t have to take responsibility for their car stealing ways. Just because the skirt is short doesn’t mean you can rape her. Just because she’s drunk doesn’t mean you can rape her. Just because you’re drunk and don’t know any better doesn’t. Mean. You. Can. Rape. Her. You rarely hear these statements made with a “YOU.” Because us girlies have to guard our chastity. It’s our responsibility. And I think that’s what drives me crazier than anything else. That all the “she was drunk” “she was dressed like a slut” “she led me on” completely takes away all agency from the person who had power. The rapist. You have power over your actions. If you see a car with the keys in the ignition and you take it that is car theft and I really doubt “the car was asking for it” would hold up in court. So dudes remember, a girl doesn’t get raped because she’s drunk or slutty or stayed out too late. She gets raped because she is in the presence of a rapist.

It's almost like I can tell the future!

So remember last year when I said that I like to think that if I ever worked in a burlesque circus like say Moulin Rouge I would totally be a sexy singer/ acrobat/ the courtesan-that-everyone-loves and then I realized that if I had been alive during Moulin Rouge times I would not be Satine but Ewin MacGregor’s emo writer character sitting in a corner mooning after all the beautiful acrobats?

Um. Yeah. That came true.

I now run the spot light at Absinthe, the burlesque circus show at South Street Seaport. I sit in the back, wearing all black, while gorgeous Russian gymnasts tumble about in their underwear. Its pretty great.

Just when you think they can't LOL anything else...

They make LOLBush.

A Ridiculous Thing I Did While Looking For A Job

Today I coordinated my manila folder to my blouse.

I did not mean to do this. Which actually makes it worse, I think. The fact that I A) own a pink manila folder, B) that pink is my preferred manila folder for carrying around resumes and C) that I own not one but three pink blouses is evidence that I may –just may – be becoming the cheerleader I’ve always hidden deep inside me.

It may have worked out in my favor however. The HR person who interviewed me today thought it was hilarious and adorable. Which means memorable. So…yay?

In which Asher is super duper helpful.

me: So I'm trying to summarize my thesis to send to a playwriting competitions and it is PAINFUL

me: everything that is good about that play is NOT in the plot

Asher: thats why its a nice play, i think

Asher: just write "trust me, its awesome"

What the hell?

Just when you think that McCain has the corner on stupid campaign ads the Obama peeps release this. WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE A COMPUTER? YOU STUPID IDIOT!
Its like they were like "McCain compaired us to Paris Hilton and Brittney Spears? OH NO THEY DIDN'T. The hideously rich white woman Obama most resembles is Gweneth Paltrow. Get it right guys. Geeeze. I see your idiocy and raise you a smug. "
Arugla eating elitist indeed.