. . . Tupperware Cities . . .

Tuesday, February 25

 

I'm in Las Vegas at the moment, where are you? Yesterday we went to Huntington Beach, just south of Los Angeles, and I added to my seashell collection. Today, we visit the strip, starting at the Liberace Museum for 2 bucks! Ha hahaha ha!

Plus, we went swimming outside today. Sweet.

Lynnette 1:51 PM

Friday, February 21

 

Dudes, here's the condo we're staying in. Oh - my - goodness. Sweet.

Lynnette 9:51 PM

 

I found my website. Thank you Google for buying Pyra.

We're in Minneapolis and, fucking surprise, it's cold. It still feels weird to know that I have technically moved. None of my possessions are in Lincoln, and neither is my ass. Leave for Las Vegas and California in the morning. I won't feel settled until we return from vacation.

Love and miss you all. Well, most of you.

Lynnette 4:33 PM

 

My website is missing. Reward offered.

Lynnette 7:49 AM

Monday, February 17

 

Moving Day, or, the Day that Started Without Caffeine

Holy Mary Mother of GOD what time is it?! Feels like I just went to bed, and my hands feel like they are still taping boxes. Fuck. Why does my back feel like it's already broken in two. Busy day, busy day. Where is my caffeine. I need my fucking coffee. Must get caffeine when we get moving van. Cat wants treats, he'll get treats. Good kitty likes his kennel.

Truck at 8am, post office for eBay shit (I can't believe the things people pay good money for!), drop of modem at cable company, move shit, pick up UNL transcripts after 3am. Pm? Call US Dept of Education for tax information. Did I plan on eating today? Do you? Wanna help me move? Fifty bucks for anyone who stops by my house..... Yes, I'm serious.

Lynnette 5:59 AM

Saturday, February 15

 

Packing and hating it...

So we're a'packin' for the big move on Thursday. Shit. I have never seen so many boxes in my life. Or rather I should say I have never seen so many vinyl records and not enough crates that fit them just right. It's hell right now, but I can see the sunshine down the bumpy path or something equally as poignant, yet cheesy and retarded at the same time.

The music is packed allowing for only a handful of discs to accompany us on our vacation and the interim while we're living with family in St. Paul. These made the cut:

Talking Heads, Fear of Music
Zoot Woman, Living in a Magazine
Carl Stalling Project, Music from Warner Bros. Cartoons 1936-1958
Sex Pistols, Never the Bullocks...
Yo La Tengo, Painful
The Velvet Underground & Nico
Unwound, Repetition
Stereolab, Transient Random-Noise Bursts With Announcements
Smog, Dongs of Sevotion
Cat Stevens, Mona Bone Jakon
Rodan, Rusty
Sebadoh, (3)
Tortoise, TNT
Doves, Last Broadcast
Joni Mitchell, Blue
Dave Brubeck, Take Five
Crowded House, Best of
Blur, the best of
Bjork, Post
Beastie Boys, Paul's Boutique
Avalanches, Since I Left You
Daft Punk, Discovery
His Name Is Alive, Stars on E.S.P.
Pavement, Slanted & Enchanted (Luxe & Reduxe)
Radiohead, the Bends
Kraftwork, Computer World
Replacements, Pleased to Meet Me
Eminem, The Eminem Show

Oh, I'm sure his parents are going to love this vacation.

Lynnette 10:08 PM

Friday, February 14

 

Unemployed and loving it...

It's great to not have to wake up and fight the morning rush of traffic for that job that never quite paid enough, but it's going to take some time getting used to the sleeping in part of the sweetness. This morning, for example, around 730 am I stirred and thought, I should get up and shower, head to work. Then the second thought monsters said, no no no you should keep sleeping. While I knew they were right, I still can't sleep in completely; if I do my day feels wasted. It just feels like a lazy Saturday, not purposeful unemployment.

Upside: more shopping time, more moving time, more Steve time, more reading time. Downside: having to brew my own coffee.

Lynnette 8:41 AM

Thursday, February 13

 

Hour and half left of employment....

Feels so good...

I'm gleefully confused and overloaded with joy of not being employed in just over an hour and a half. It's going to feel so liberating to be out of work, by choice, and have time to relax and hang out, and do things I want.... Plan my next move wisely. Fuck! Happy Day!

Lynnette 4:21 PM

Wednesday, February 12

 

The internet is a multi-faceted tool which allows users to do any number of functions. You could shop for books, see if your favorite artists are on tour, or even IMPEACH THE PRESIDENT !!!

Lynnette 8:30 AM

Tuesday, February 11

 

OSCAR NOMINATIONS !!

While I don't truly believe in the validity of the Academy Awards, nor do I trust the Academy's opinion on films (ahem, Titanic as Picture of the Year?!), I do enjoy the hype, and the coverage, and of course Joan Rivers. My goodness, is she a drag queen or what?

Lynnette 9:17 AM

Sunday, February 9

 

DREAM: Film School

I dreamt I was a sort-of-student at a university. The film studies department was showing an ongoing film festival, and by ongoing I mean continuous! Walking into the theatre I recognized one of my former film professors and started chatting with her about the line-up. We entered the theatre which was about half full with students wielding notepads. Unfortunately, the lights were left on and it was hard to see the screen. Then I found out there was to be a showing of a live Stereolab concert the next day.

It was a pretty dull dream, but at least the theatre had stadium seating.

Lynnette 11:01 AM

Wednesday, February 5

 

DREAM: Naked at the park

I was out somewhere taking a walk alone, starting in a downtown area and ending up at the top of a hill covered with nothing but green grass. At the edge of the field there was a steep drop and I found myself looking out onto a great expanse of reddish dirt, with cliffs and plateaus all the way down the hill. It was hot so I took off all my clothes and began sliding down the hill. In my dream I thought I had been horseback riding there before with some old friends; déjà vu in my dream. I jumped down cliffs and rocks and finally near the bottom I rested in a shaded alcove, overlooking a park with swing sets. A couple of children were playing around there but none of them were bothered by the fact that I was completely nude. I mentioned to a parent who was sitting there that it was hot and I had taken my clothes off, to which they didn't bat an eye. A small crowd of people gathered at the top of a nearby cliff edge and started to stare. I enjoyed the attention for awhile and then put my hands on my breasts and said, "Okay folks, they're mine now." At the top of the hill I put my clothes back on and walked back through the field, heading toward home.

The (serious) countdown begins...

I have 6 more days left at work, and around 2 weeks before we actually drive away to another place. I wasn't looking forward to being in Las Vegas OR Los Angeles, but after talking to people who had been there, and finding things I want to see in L.A. I'm grateful to have a vacation buffer to clear my head before I make a change in my environment.

Lynnette 9:00 AM

Tuesday, February 4

 

DREAM: Sharks, New Zealand vacation

So last night I dreamt about sharks again. When I woke up I told Steve and he reassured me that there were no sharks in Minneapolis. I'm speaking figuratively here, folks.

I dreamt I was living in NYC, with Sarah Jessica Parker, and we were planning a vacation to New Zealand. We both had boyfriends, or at least men that we dragged around; mine was Jon Bon Jovi. I don't know how I feel about that. When we arrived in New Zealand everything was magnificently green. The green I always dreamed would cover the country. A swimming trip was planned where we went diving off a pier straight into the ocean. I was having my period and didn't want to swim because I was afraid the great white sharks would be attracted to the blood. I ended up not swimming in the ocean, but waiting until later in the hotel swimming pool. The four of us were swimming around and it was obvious both to me and Bon Jovi that we were not meant to be together. I bluntly said, I like you but I'm already dating someone. He was cool with it and the rest of the vacation went off without a hitch, or a shark for that matter.

Lynnette 8:57 AM

Monday, February 3

 

DREAM: 18117 42nd Place West

I had a dream last night that my brother and I went back to our house in Washington State where I grew up. In my dream my father had been living there but was thinking about selling the property. In a desperate attempt to save my childhood memories, and cling to the nostalgia of the West coast that once made me content I seriously considered buying the house. Only when I began to look around the outside, the foundation, the paint, the panels, it was obvious that the house was in extreme disrepair. Nobody had loved the house for decades, and furthermore no upkeep had taken place in years. The foundation was uneven and cracked, mold seeped through the walls, and the faint yellow paint was chipping off to reveal rotten wood. We hadn't even been inside yet.

Inside reeked of cigarette smoke, and the walls were yellowed with nicotine. My dad wasn't there but some friends or roommates were; typical lowlifes. Nick, my brother, and I were sitting on a couch, when we heard my dad walk in. We both turned around and made funny faces, trying to make him laugh. In my dream I felt small like a child, my brother was even younger. Then my dad, without batting an eye turned around and walked out of the house. We were devastated; did he even see us? Do we go after him?

Isn't divorce just a great thing? Over ten years ago, and apparently it is still haunting me through my dreams.

Lynnette 10:45 AM

Sunday, February 2

 

Someone please buy me an Olympus OM-1. Please? It's the camera I learned on, and the first camera I loved.

Lynnette 2:10 PM

 

DREAM: Sharks, Prison

Again with my stress dream: sharks. I dreamt I was working somewhere off a coastline that dropped off immediately into deep water, and I mean deep. Bottom of the ocean deep, unfathomable deep. It was unclear what I did for my job, but about 10 feet off the land there was a floating pick-up truck; this was where we worked. The truck floated enough to where the wheels were covered but not the flatbed. My friend Brian K. was there and told me not to dangle my feet off the back of the truck, because of great white sharks. At first I didn't believe him, figuring he was pulling my leg because he knew my fear of the animal. But no, as I peered over the edge I saw a group of them circling and then one of my coworkers, Jen, was eaten; taken right off the hood of the truck. I retired to the coastline, which had a small coral pond area sealed off from the shark-filled ocean. There I made friends with a velvety-feeling manta ray, whom I later owed money.

This dream is even more vague: I was doing something with Steve when I was arrested and thrown in prison for 5 years. I figured out where to work and how to avoid trouble, and Sister Peter-Marie (I've been watching too much fucking OZ) called me "good girl". I ended up breaking into the mail room and stealing my mail before it could be read and censored. It was from Steve, letting me know he was okay, and that I'd see him soon. For some reason I thought it had been years, when only six months time had passed since I was admitted.

Lynnette 10:17 AM