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Thursday, January 31

 

Remember: "The medium is the message."

Lynnette 9:15 PM

 

To keep with the Winter-promoting-indoor-"me"-activities thread, I've been thinking of moving and/or remodeling my apartment. Here's one of the prints I plan on hanging as soon as I can afford the framing.

Lynnette 9:05 PM

 

Since most of the traffic on this site comes from my pal Aaron's site, I'm sure you've seen it. However, if by any chance you've arrived from another planet on the internet please check it out. There's usually updates on music and movies (two of my favorite things) and pretty much whatever else he unearths online. I realize my own site is pretty dull , comparatively, but HEY I just started this thing... give it time, give it time.

Lynnette 8:55 PM

 

I'm going to go out on a limb here, and say that I don't suppose it's safe to sit inside all day and blog. Eventually you mix your media as it were and beginning posting blogs on television shows. ; )
As ironic as it sounds, I was lucky that I had to work today, otherwise I would have sat at home in front of this thing all day. The world is at your fingertips, after all. What am I saying, I'm such a hypocrite: ever since I've been home I've been watching Twin Peaks. I'm on episode 4, in my fifth time around in the series; all 31 hours of it, not including the pilot. Ahh winter activites! Winter is the perfect time to do "me" things because there's really nothing to do on snowed-in days but enjoy all the material possessions one accumulates throughout a lifetime. Be it a guitar, watercolors, DVD player, record albums, or our computers, they keep us busy until Spring gets here.

Lynnette 8:40 PM

 

DREAM: Ayn Rand

Niles Crane, from Frasier, had just been given a key. A very small skeleton key with a handle the size of the quarter, and the teeth, two of them pointing in opposite directions, jutting directly out of the handle. The only three dimensional parts of the key were the teeth. The handle, if seen on its side, was flattened out as if it had been hammered almost paper-thin. There was no neck on the key, a skeleton without a spine, if you will. Somehow he had to keep the key safe, and started basically having a hissy fit, as only Niles Crane can. I pointed a box out to him, shaped like an old lantern box, slightly rusted and sitting on a pedestal. The edges were pointy; I guess it could be described as 'ornate'. If you looked directly at it this is what you saw; the rusty lantern box. If you told someone about it, you would see a computer screen with cascading windows open, with a woman's face on it. Her eyes are closed, and she has blonde, wavy hair. Almost like the face of Boticelli's "The Birth of Venus".
The box was known by most as the Fountainhead. You'll need lock this up when you're done, I said to Niles. "But where am I going to hide the key?", Niles asked me, frantically. (Forgive the narration, but that's how the cheesy dialogue was in my dream). I told him not to lock the Fountainhead, just put the key inside, way in the back under the shadows. I told him no one would find it there; one of the mysteries of mankind is that we never look in the most logical places first.

Lynnette 8:49 AM

Wednesday, January 30

 

S-T-R-E-S-S: My dream thief

Due to unexpected stress {money, love, weather, heat, cat, paint} I have been robbed of my dreams. I feel left out of the unconscious party.

Lynnette 2:08 PM

Tuesday, January 29

 

DREAM: And So...

It began with me at a man-made beach, sort of like Peony Park. Except here, the waterslide came from Canada. I mean if you wanted to get on the water slide you had to get on it from Canada. I was wearing cargo shorts and a bikini top and my hornrim glasses which I haven't worn in years. I started on the beach/cement and slowly walked into the water until it was waist high, then dove in with my glasses on. When I stood up my hair wasn't wet and my glasses were still on. I swam over to the far end where the bad kids liked to hang out. There were lots of animals with concealed weapons. They would flash them once and awhile to show they had them, and then swim around innocently. All of a sudden I wasn't human anymore but a video game character. I wasn't controled by anyone, per se, but I was a pixelized cat. Apparently, the type of v.g. character I was had a partner: a dog. There was a function on my screen that if the gangs started up, or someone starting getting dangerous, I could click on "Find Dog/Find Cat" and would be instantly placed next to my partner. Sure enough one of the cats pulled a .38, and I started to worry. The screen darkened, and the "Find Dog/Find Cat" function was flashing on the screen. I panicked, and in my haste chose "Find Cat", which shorted the game and I was sent to the gangs hide-out, an old wooden house. I was upstairs trying to walk around without making a sound. Walking through the hallway there were playing cards stuck randomly in the crevices. I heard voices talking about an "Executive" card game, and then decided I needed to get the hell out! Going toward the front door was my only option, but when I was almost out a group of gangsters and prostitutes were coming in. I hid behind the first room's door. Stupidly I didn't think they would find me through the glass door. One of the prostitutes saw me and made me lay on a bed until the boss came in to "check me out". He came in and gave me a look over, and then branded on my upper thigh, "FIRST CLASS". (Did I forget to mail something?)

My mom told me to watch her dog, a new weimer puppy, since she was off to the fair with this girl named Melissa Sayre. A girl around twelve who I wasn't sure if she was a cousin or a neighbor... hmm. The girl had a mock-chopper bicycle that had a red and blue glitter seat. For some reason my mom didn't want me to put the puppy down while I was watching it; keep it in your arms, she told me. I trusted the dog, though, and let it run around. Later I painted it with blue-glitter that wouldn't come out from in between my fingers.

Went to a grocery store to buy three bag fulls of veggies: sqaush, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions... The cashier rang up my food, and I paid. Instead of sacking my groceries he began to help the next person in line. I got mad and started yelling at him, but he either was ignoring me or couldn't hear me. I yelled for help, but no one came. What seemed a meanial task became hours of lifting watermelon-sized squash into papersacks and then plastic bags so as they wouldn't break. It was grueling and I yelled, "I'M NEVER COMING BACK TO THIS STORE AGAIN!!" The clerk looked at me sincerely and said he was sorry. My friend Candice helped me load them into the back of my minivan. We had the hurry because the sky was dark and full of clouds and lightning. I could tell by the way the air smelled that it was going to rain soon. We got in the minivan and took off. Instead of staying on the road it flew away.

I had just woken up in my bed, a double bed, and had the blankets pulled up to my chest, propped up on my pillows. My brother walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, asked me what I was thinking. I said I was writing down bands and albums I needed to by. I wrote down four as he was sitting there. My friends and family kept visting throughout the day, but I stayed in bed.

Lynnette 8:38 AM

Monday, January 28

 

Brain like a sieve

Contrary to popular belief, when the populace is myself, I cannot always remember my dreams. When this happens I wake up feeling as if I have had no release from the day before, no "restart" overnight. For myself, dreams seem to be a clean swipe of the slate, and without that my head feels full of static the rest of the day. I am not functioning properly. Does anyone know how long blogs have been around? More importantly, I wonder what Marshall McLuhan would have to say about blogs.

Lynnette 2:08 PM

 

Word to the wise: if you have a friend who has just finished painting their bathroom and they have paint on their face, be kind and let them know.

Lynnette 9:39 AM

Sunday, January 27

 

My obsession with all things blue.

I bought a gallon of paint to do my bedroom, bathroom, and a night-table dresser three drawer thing. Only thing is, I got home over an hour ago, put on my grubby clothes, and haven't started painting. Why? Probably because I'm wondering how I'm going to put music in the back room. See, I can't usually do long-term projects like that without something to sing along with or listen to; keep my mind occupied. For example, I did these watercolors, two back-to-back, while listening to boards of canada's music has the right to children. It seemed to fit, and the pictures ended up being very swirly and blue/greenish. I think because when I listen to an album I tend to keep the cover in mind. I figure that was the art the artist(s) intended to wrap up the music, so it should be sound-appropriate.

I should really start painting my bathroom.

Lynnette 1:09 PM

 

DREAM: C.R.S.

Cat woke up me in the middle of the night playing with a toy so I forgot most of my dream details.

On an ocean, two barges floating side by side. Not necessarily cargo barges, but people were traveling on them, so they weren't completely rugged. There were no roofs on part of the boats, and the there were wood floors like in my apartment. A very thin, tan man with dark, curly, almost bushy hair, was on the other barge so he did a forward flip and tuck, like a gymnast, and made it over to my barge, which was the dock. Then he was walking on the dock with someone who looked like the incarnation of Captain McAllister, from the Simpsons. I was walking along next to them but I wasn't there physically; it was almost ghost-like and I followed them for awhile.

I was in a big warehouse, sorta like a Fred Meyer store (west coast department store, kinda like Kmart but even more low-rent). This place had really tall, unfinished ceilings like Best Buy, but instead of white they were a dark, dark brown. My landlord was there and told me where I could find the bookshelves. He walked me down an aisle a ways, and then pointed me in the right direction. By this time I had my hands full of merchandise I was set on buying and my back, right pocket of my pants had an umbrella hanging out of it. The umbrella wasn't open, but the handle was extended all the way and the fabric part was wound up and tied shut. When I started to walk toward the bookshelves I felt a tugging at my back pocket. I turned around to see what was going on and saw that my landlord had grabbed my umbrella. He laughed and then let go and walked away.

The vaguest of all: with the dark-haired guy from the barge in a small apartment. He turned out to be.....superhuman, or magical, or something.. dead? I dunno. But our fairy godmother, or something weird like that gave us a HUGE place to live and we were laying on the bed laughing together. I had long black hair (although in "real" life I do not). Okay what the hell?

Lynnette 9:40 AM

Saturday, January 26

 

DREAM: Murderer, Bloody Marys, and Tests

Again, three parts, no clue what order they happened in.

I was on a "first" date with the typical talk-dark-handsome guy, dark eyes, etc. We were parked in an alley, sitting in his truck, which oddly enough wasn't trashy, it was just a truck. The truck was #117, registered with the Fire Department, although I'm not sure if he was a fireman or not. We started kissing, and I remember my friends telling me he had murdered someone. Then I become suddenly aware of the fact I was sitting in a car with an alleged murderer in an alley in pitch black night. I suggested we drive around downtown, thinking we should be around people, lights, in case I had to jump from the car or scream for help. I nonchalantly asked him, "so, have you ever killed anyone". He told me had had on accident when he was 14 or 15 or so. It was on May 14, 1893, a woman named Mary Brown. She had fallen, cracked her skull, something to that effect. I believed him, felt safe, and went on driving with him.

I went to a bar with a guy and my brother. I haven't a clue who the guy was, except that he was tall, a bit on the chubby side (but not fat) and blonde. My brother, who is 23, was 10 in my dream. We walked up to the door, and the guy I was with had an empty plastic doggie bag that was yellow with blue and black designs on it. He turned it upside down and put it over the door handle, which meant that we could get in for free. He was trying to look cool for me, so he didn't want to second-guess himself, but he asked the doorman anyway, if the cover charge was waived. It was, so we went in. The bar was dark, and smokey, just like any other bar, but sorta like Harry's Wonder Bar, without the frat types. As we walked to the back of the bar the floor dipped down, like a swimming pool floor... vooooooop. We sat down at the table and I ordered a Bloody Mary. The bartender asked me if I wanted Coke in it, and I said no just vodka. The guy said he'd have the same thing, with no Coke as well. The I looked at the table and it was covered with ashes, except for one spot that had a pile of M & Ms.

I was shopping at a mall with friends on a clearance rack (yes, women have these dreams). There were sweaters, ideally wool ones. I found a sweater I wanted, blue of course, and then I overheard the clerk say it wasn't on sale, something to the effect that I couldn't have it. So I grabbed another one, a grey one with a turtleneck and no sleeves. a shirt Candice likes to wear. I didn't like it but went to stand in line to purchase it anyway. Then while I was waiting in line a woman came over and told me I had to take a test. I had completely forgotten that I had a test that day! (I graduated college a year ago, and I'm still having "oh shit I miss that test" dreams). So I walked through the mall with her to the the lunchroom/cafeteria of the mall/school. In the hallway I saw my friend Zach, who moved to Colorado years ago, and yelled for him, but he didn't hear me. The teacher began to pull my arm into the lunchroom so I broke free from her and ran over to him, just to say hello. I went into the lunchroom and it was this HUGE room with cathedral ceilings (not decorated as such, but as tall). There were dark wooden chairs in rows upon rows, and a few students hanging out. She told me to sit anywhere as long as it wasn't by someone else taking a test. I sat down in a chair in the middle of the row right next to a church pew, on which I put my coat. In front of me, in the next aisle was a group of kids, about 5 or 6 or so. They were talking loudly, and sometimes talked to me. The test was in a leather bound tome, about 4 inches thick but the pages were heavy, I wasn't worried. Mostly multiple choice I zipped through it quickly, but then had to go back and answer questions that were embedded in pages, with holograms. The kids in the next aisle starting singing an Avalanches song, so I put my book down to enjoy the music.

Lynnette 10:00 AM

Friday, January 25

 

Kill my television(s)?

Sometimes I can't believe I own two televisions; neither one of them receives channels. (Okay, I admit the one in the bedroom gets a double-fuzzy Simpsons). I leave thee one and only channel on sometimes in the other room while I'm home alone, in order to fill the space, create random noise. Otherwise I start talking to myself, or my cat; only the former responds. I cannot believe how severely deviated entertainment on television has become. In the midst of my cleaning I ended up in front of the double-fuzzy Simpsons TV and there was a show on called "The Chamber" in which people are strapped to a seat and are subjected to the conditions of earthquakes, freezing rain, and probably Yanni, while answering "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire"-type questions. Luckily, I received a phone call in the middle of it; otherwise my jaw would have frozen open with amazment at the stupidity of Friday night programming. Is it shows like this that have made Friday and Saturday night "going-out" such a habit/tradition? Go to the bars on Saturday night or you stay home to watch COPS?

Lynnette 7:36 PM

 

Boredom is a flaw in character

In high school, if I said I was bored, Mr. Barstow would always tell me that boredom was a flaw in character. Despite that statement he was one of my favorite teachers.

Lynnette 7:29 PM

 

DREAM: Eggplant, Zoo, and Nebraska

I began at a friend’s house; we were having a dinner party of sorts. Everyone was having a good time, chatting. Everyone also their own part to the cooking; mine was to stir the eggplant chunks while they fried. So of course when it came time for my share of the preparation duties, I mumbled something about "I'll be right back", and took the bowl of eggplant (boiling oil and everything) and got in my car. The bowl sat in the backseat, but I wasn't worried: it wasn't going to spill. The grease wasn't going to splash since it had all boiled out, but I had to make sure and pull my car over every now and then to stir the eggplant. Well, my mini-break from the party was an emergency run to Homer's. I parked sideways right near the front door of the Dudley/27th store and walked up to the door. There was a square light-box display of Madonna (the singer, not the icon) in black and white, looking quite hideous with one of her nipples exposed. I walked in the door and realized they had rearranged the place since I was last there. The ceilings where about 15 feet higher and the lights had been replaced with rectangular lights that were encased in a sort of plastic that made them hurt your eyes when you looked up at them. I made some comment to someone about how they looked like the lights they shine in your face at the dentist's office. Then I remembered my eggplant. Oh shit, would the dinner party be mad that I forgot to stir it? Did they even know I was missing from the party and the main dish was not finished after what had seemed like hours?

Well instead of going back to the dinner party, which I had written off as a mistake anyway, I went to the Zoo. Not a zoo that's around here, but in my dream this zoo had been around for decades. In the fifties the zoo had earned the reputation of the classic abusive zoo, where no animals were cared for, cages were filthy, and the animals went crazy from the unnatural confinement. The zoo was outside, all the cages were round; mostly bars, but some were glass. Despite the fact that the zoo seemed to be in the middle of the city, there were no employees or attendants around, anywhere. The first cage I went up to was the ocelot. I stared into the cage through the glass, and saw the ocelot hissing at the door between neighboring cages. On closer inspection I realized there was a coat hanging over what should have been a solid locked door. I moved down to look through the other cage and saw a pay-telephone repair man sweating bullets, trying to fix a damaged pay-telephone. I have no idea what animal was in the cage that needed a pay-telephone. (Maybe it was the wild-looking repairman).

After I tired of the zoo, I decided to go for a swim. It was early Sunday morning, any Sunday really, and I was with my mom and my younger (and only brother). The pool was miles from anywhere, and built in the bottom of a square dugout that apparently was a leftover land structure from an unfilled man-made lake. But nothing was dirty; I could walk around barefoot and not get dirt on my feet. It smelled... wonderful, clean. The pool itself was two or three times the size of an Olympic pool, and was only about 10 feet deep at it's deepest point. Along the long side of the pool there was a strip of water about 5 feet in from the side that was the color of blue sky, and warm. The rest of the pool was warm, too, but when you were swimming in this strip of water, the sun seemed to shine just a little bit brighter. The rest of the pool was a darker blue, and if you were above the pool looking down it appeared as if a wheat field was growing in it, with the tops of the wheat poking out just at water's edge. A white foam covered the surface, which was still and whole, but it wasn't a dirty-pool-ooo-nasty-let's-get-out-of-the-water foam, it was like... silk, and disappeared when you touched it. Well, my mom, brother, and I showed up early on Sunday, around 8 am or so, and were the first ones there. Actually when we showed up I was under the impression we were going to be the only ones there anyway. We were diving water, having a good time, when I realized there was a 3'x5' rock bed in the light blue strip of water near the side. I dove down to see what the hell it was, and when I sat down next to the rock bed, I wasn't underwater anymore; I was breathing air. The rock bed was exactly the same shape as the pool, and just like the strip of light blue next to the pool of dark blue, the rocks were mostly gray with a red strip on the side. I noticed a couple of the rocks were in the wrong place, and I reached over to move them back. Just then my brother showed up to watch me. I turned to him and said, no one knows how beautiful Nebraska is really. There's something wonderful about the wheat, how soft it is. Someday people are going to start moving here, make it crowded and it won't be as empty and beautiful anymore. For a short while after that we enjoyed the pool. After a few hours, other people arrived at the pool, just as I had told my brother they would, and our private day was over.

Lynnette 8:32 AM

Thursday, January 24

 

The English language would be much more interesting if it incorporated tildas.

Lynnette 5:52 PM