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The events of the past few days are much too intense for my feeble brian to put into words.

So I'll let others speak for me. Here are three quotes that people actually said to me this weekend.

"I can't wait to be good to you. I think I'll start next week."

"I am thinking of buying a straight jacket and a manual to get out of it. It'll be a good party trick."

"I'm not staying, I am going to hang out with the hot Nazi."

I'm going to set my alarm

so that Bright Eyes,"First day of my life," is the first thing I hear when I wake up. It's the only logical way for a girl to start the day.

When I got to work this morning, the nurses were Chatty Cathy about the results of American Idol. Pop culture and I got a divorce a few years back, so I had no idea what they were talking about. But they did mention the next go round of try outs will be making a stop in Denver. It got me thinking...What better way to justify my rock-n-roll lifestyle than to actually be a rock star? However, if I do try out I will have to demand to use my own material. I already have two songs. One call "Dammit that Janet," and the other is about girls from Chicago.

Its going to be a long day.

Hopefully no one will notice my blood shot eyes if I keep smiling.

PS - Will the nerds who kidnapped Anne please send a proof of life by 5 PM this evening. That'd be great.

Sticks and Stones

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When friends ask me out to shows I almost always accept simple because I never know who I am going to meet, and what new music I will get to hear.

Last Tuesday I went to the Ponys show with Rick Baca. I showed up in the middle of the Hot IQ's set. It was beautiful. When the set was over, I spiked my drink and said hello to Rick. Things were going well. He introduced me to a bunch of his co-workers.

When the next band, Gris Gris, started their set. My eyebrows curved down, my teeth clenched, and my face turned to a grimace. I don't know if it was the feedback or the lack of a bass drum, or the sound at bender's, but they were a bit off. Nonetheless, I stuck with them, and soon enough, my right heal was tappin' to the beat, my head throbbing, and I found myself entangled in the melody. Loved the music when it was on; hated it when it was off.

After the was set over, one of Rick's co-workers come over to me and asked what I thought of the show. I was hesitant to make a comment because this fellow had been rockin' out to the whole time, shooting pictures with is digital camera, and grinning from ear to ear. He obviously thought very highly of the band, so I didn't want to say something wrong. I figured I should just be honest. "Well," I said, "Half of me loved it, and half of me hated it."

He responded with something to the affect of "That was totally guy music. You probably didn't understand it."

I gave myself a five second personal pep talk before I responded: (Okay, okay, this guy just offended you, you're a bit drunk, he's a bit older, maybe he doesn't know that comments like that aren't part of modern dialogue, BITCH BE COOL.)

Needless to say, I was not cool. In a very violently colorful way, I basically told him he was an idiot. At one point I asked if should I wear a strap-on to their next show so I could "understand" the music better. At the time I felt pretty proud of myself, but the next day I wasn't so impressed with my behavior. I guess carzy things happen when you listen to music named after a voo doo spell.

To say that words don't hurt is a lie. Words, conversation and language are swords. An intelligent person can choose her words wisely and convey an opinion in a respectful manor. I probably need to work on that.

This is what Rick thought of the show.

the latest fashion from Dresden

Our clothes are costumes. We dress to impress each other or ourselves because we have the freedom to do so. We are privileged enough to create fashion that expresses our creativity and individuality. This cannot be taken for granted.

"[Billy Pilgrim} had no idea that people thought he was clowning. It was Fate, of course, which had costumed him-Fate, and a feeble will to survive."

Another silly science soap box

By definition science is suppose to be objective. The scientific method has provided the framework for thousand upon thousands of discoveries. Someone with a hypothesis does an experiment to prove or disprove an idea. Nonetheless, motivation for testing a hypothesis plays such a determinate role in the outcome of an experiment that logic soon becomes dangerously subjective.

Take for example what I learned in school. Science fair was a passion of mine all through grade school and into high school. Every year I would come up with some hair-brained idea to prove right or wrong. It started with things like “which battery lasts the longest.” Then there was a period where I was environmentally motivated. So I did a project trying to test if household items were biodegradable. Basically I buried a bunch of trash in the back yard. The next year I did pretty much the same thing, but watered it to see if I could speed up the process. I always wanted my experiments to work. Was it a complex I had about always being right? Maybe I just wanted to impress my dad or win first place. Whatever my motivation, I don’t think I ever truly conducted an objective experiment. And I look back now only to realize it didn’t really matter if I succeeded or not because either way I was discovering something new.

Then in college, in chemistry, in physics, I can’t count the number of times I fudged my data in labs. Why? Maybe to ensure I got and “A” so I could get into medical school, or to impress a certain teacher or classmate. I just wonder if I am the only one who did this? Its not like I have lost faith in the scientific community. It is more that I wonder why science is thought of as such an objective area of study when it is really like a work of art. In comparison to subjects like literature and poetry it really is rather objective, but pure objectivity leaves out creativity and some of the greatest scientist obviously had quite creative minds. What motivated Einstein to come up with the theory of relativity? I am sure he wanted more than to just get an “A” or to impress his father. It was his brilliant imagination.

A true genius is someone who can come up with an idea that no one has ever thought of before and have the knowledge to realize the idea is new. I am constantly coming up with thoughts that I think are brilliant only to find out my ideas are old news. Even as I write this I think many people have already had these thoughts before me. A genius must also be humble enough to explain his new idea to the world in a way that idiots like myself can understand. Like the way Stephen Hawkin can write about time. It is when people become arrogant that they lose the ability to recognize an original idea.

Rick Baca smiling

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Gogol Bordello at the Irving Plaza

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This is the crazy man that dumped wine in my eyes.

Brilliant show. Brilliant. Never in my life have I seen so many people dancing together. I will party with NYC anyday!

the Giraffes at the Mercury Lounge

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The one with the shit eatin' grin on his face is the cock rocker that threw a drink on my head.

Fabulous performace. I haven't rocked that hard since I saw John Denver at Red Rocks when I was five.

"I haven't been gone very long, but it feels like a lifetime."

Its seven AM on Sunday morning. I’m standing in the subway station in the lower east side waiting for the F train to take me to Grand Central Station. My eyes are blood shot from a lack of sleep. My hair is ratted and sticky because the lead singer of the giraffes threw a drink on my head last night at the show. My stomach is churning and I feel like I could vomit because I ate some Korean food with beef and Kimche from a street vender at three AM. My ears are still ringing because I haven’t heard quite in days and I am beginning to forget what it sounds like. Some strange man with sunglasses is staring at me, and its making me nervous. But all I can do is smile and laugh to myself because I just had the most unbelievable time in New York with Rick Baca and some guy named the Saucy Cowboy.

oh my!

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Who is that boy? (featured in the photo below)

its rick baca

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"word"

hanging out with girls as beautiful as this

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...I can only get into trouble!

Definatley was a night to remember!

beautiful Anne

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OUCH! It hurts to look at you 'cause you're so HOT!

BUSTED!

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and ho's.

I told you I didn't have anything intelligent to say.

Can I still be punk rock if I like Bright Eyes?

Bend-er (noun) – a prolonged bout of drinking (slang). Synonyms – spree, binge, splurge.

That sounded like such a wild thing to do. “I’m going on a BENDER.”

Alas, with the weather as grey and dreary as a funeral, my bender included staying in my apartment, hanging out with my cats, listening to music, and sewing a lot. I did manage to down a few gin and tonics, but binge drinking is not as fun when you’re alone. Now my time is up. Back to school; back to work. I don’t need a stinkin’ bender anyways. Maybe the bordom bender was better than the drinking bender I had in mind.

Besides I am going to NYC in four days. How can I complain about anything?

Feeling like I have nothing intelligent to say, I'll just stay quite for awhile.