. . . Tupperware Cities . . .

Friday, April 25

 

Oh yeah, I also found out yesterday that Trans Am is on tour again. We'll see them on the 29th, two blocks from our place, for the umpteenth time. Weeeeee.

Also, more new shows on the left there. Yup, over there.

Lynnette 10:44 PM

 

There is no place like Nebraska, Take 2

I'm back, although this time we're both down here. The mission: TV, stereo, meow-meow, and the rest of our clothes. Tomorrow I spend some time with one of my bitches, Fryda. Girl, Minneapolis awaits you in all its glory. Did I mention the city is small? It's much smaller than I realized, but a good stepping stone to, I dunno, NYC, London? (Here is where Steve starts paying attention...) If we can afford this apartment, we can live anywhere.

Bored, again. I've realized that everytime we leave the city I get cranky and BORED! Every time we head to a suburb, and leave the city limits I get all freaky. Cement jungle claims yet another victim, news at 11.

Lynnette 10:41 PM

Thursday, April 24

 

Can you hear me now?......Good

We have phones! Two phones, two phone numbers, two very fabulous looking cell phones. I may also have an opportunity to find gainful employment making bank; but we'll see how the interview goes.

Not much else. Walked downtown today, the main street of which is about 4 blocks from our building, and it turns out every Thursday there is a farmer's market!! Fresh veggies, fruit, roasted almonds, jerky, plants, herbs, flowers. Geez! It was nice. Better than nice, it was close.

And so, although I may be making an announcement that is not my own, one of my bitches has decided to come home to roost in Minneapolis. Fryda will get her ass her up here upon completion of the infamous Alltel layoffs. Boo to Alltel, Yay to my bitch moving up here. Steve will have a drinking buddy, and I'll have someone to shop with finally.

Shit, I need my computer at home; so very tired of stopping at this house.

Lynnette 5:08 PM

Tuesday, April 22

 

Earth Day Move In

Happy Earth Day everyone; celebrate appropriately. I called long distance from Omaha to the realtor we had been working with and gave them an ultimatum: we need the apartment by tomorrow or we take our business elsewhere. An hour later the woman called Steve in Minnesota to let him know that the apartment was ours. Joy. It pays to be tough.

We do the major move in today, complete with paper plates and no towels, since I didn't bring anything back with me. Later this week we'll bring back Kane, my meemoomee, who has been living in my parents basement for 2 months! Soon he'll be basking in the sun on the 5th floor, in his very own place.

Lynnette 10:35 AM

Thursday, April 17

 

There is no place like Nebraska...

And so:

I'm in Nebraska for a few days. If you see me around, yes you are really seeing me around; say hello! And in the tradition of Ali G: BUYASHAKA!

Lynnette 10:46 AM

Wednesday, April 16

 

I'd rather be fishing

Usually when people are awake this early (look at the time, dudes) it's to catch fish. In my case I'm up before the sun today to head back to Omaha for some R 'n R, not unlike that of G 'n R, and not to be confused with Toys "R" Us. 5:49 AM. Is that possible? Oh god, where is my coffee.

Lynnette 5:49 AM

Sunday, April 13

 

Literary...literally

Yesterday I started the book Seabiscuit: An American Legend, and surprised myself when I kept turning pages. On the surface it doesn't seem like this would be the type of book that would interest me: sports/horse-racing. There's something compelling about the story of a nearly lame animal that went on to win race after race; that is, after the right trainers found him. At first he inches from the glue factory, a lazy horse, not interested in winning any race. Hmm. I will definitely finish the book. Damn, I be reading the fuck out of non-fiction lately.

This afternoon Steve and I went to Uptown to a few bookstores where I found Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker, a perfect conditio, "used" hardcover. With this addition to my book collection I now have everything she published. Weeee for me.

Here's to hoping my Fryda comes home to roost in the Twin Cities.

Lynnette 4:19 PM

 

DREAM: Rain Shower…literally

I had this dream that it started raining in the backyard; big, fat, heavy, thick drops. They were the kind of raindrops that one hits your face and its soaked. At first I went outside and just faced the sky and enjoyed the wetness of it. I haven’t seen a rainstorm in awhile; let alone a flood-like rain such as this. Then I remembered my hair was dirty so I tried finger-combing the strands in the rain, in an attempt to wash out most of the dirt. The rain wasn’t letting up, so I decided to strip off all my clothes and take a shower outside in the rain. Unfortunately, as soon as I got myself all lathered up, the rain slowed to a sprinkle and I was forced to hop into the shower.

Another dream I had was at an aquarium where we watched trainers feed hunks of red meat to great white sharks. Then we all had crab legs, oysters, and various fish from a buffet. A dream reminder of when we were at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas.

Lynnette 12:36 PM

Thursday, April 10

 

I *heart* WAR

Thurston Moore is doing something rad over at Protest Records. The site statement reads: WWW.PROTEST-RECORDS.COM exists for musicians, poets and artists to express LOVE + LIBERTY in the face of greed, sexism, racism, hate-crime and war. FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT. All songs and designs on this site are free to share, not to sell.

Among the artists available are of course Thurston Moore, Cat Power, Jim O'Rourke, and Mike Watt. I also saw a band by the name of Sonic Gringo which actually made me laugh aloud. Enjoy.

Lynnette 8:29 AM

 

I wish I had a recording of two things:

1) My bitch Candice doing the intro to the Sir Mix A Lot song "I Like Big Butts" in Chinese, and,
2) My bitch Amy laughing. That laugh. That goddamn awesome laugh.

Lynnette 1:22 AM

 

Morrissey rides a cockhorse

Rather than posting the dreams that I have been having about the end of the world and my mother dying, I am posting some Smiths lyrics. They always make me feel good and fuzzy:

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

Lynnette 1:01 AM

Tuesday, April 8

 

DREAM: Sushi-serving-trapeze-flying dentist from St. Paul

It was a great dream, and took place in about 15 minutes time right before I woke up this morning. I know this because I woke up, looked at the clock, and when I woke up again after the dream, well... it was 15 minutes later. Brains are neato.

Okay, so Steve and I are going out to eat at a sushi restaurant called Sushi Tango, which is actually a real restaurant in Uptown. We haven't been there yet but I assume it's nothing like this. Inside the restaurant looked sort of like a movie theatre. There were people lined up at a what looked like a ticket-taking booth. We were given little candy wands that had Velamints embedded inside. The candy was semi-translucent so if you held it up to a light you could see the Velamint. Every now and then a middle-aged, skinny man with dark, dark hair would come by and take each party away to be seated. When in Rome....we got in line and were each handed a menu. I decided on the cold salmon based on the little happy drawing of a smiling salmon being skewered by a toothpick. He looked pleased to be a piece of sushi and I was pleased to eat it. When our turn finally came to be seated we were close enough inside the joint to see what was going on. The man gave us a toothbrush that had a name on it, which I don't recall now, but it was for a dentist in St. Paul. I ask him if these toothbrushes were his, which he affirmed, and I told him we just moved here and needed a new dentist. He led us on.
Inside we could see it was in a huge suspended tent, and very dark. The only lights were little lamps around the tables here and there. Steve and I sat down at our table which was rectagular and seated about 20. A white cotton tablecloth was thrown over it haphazardly, and there were several other couples seated already. In the center was the area the chef would prepare the food, although there was no oven for dishes other than sushi.

Then our attention was called by an announcer over the PA. Above us, hanging from the ceiling was the dentist who seated us, swinging back and forth on a trapeze. It looked like Circus Circus in Las Vegas. I decided to jump up on the trapeze and have a go. Hanging from the dentists legs we were swinging back and forth until the rope snapped and we fell into what had now become a pool of water around our table.

Lynnette 11:09 AM

Monday, April 7

 

dream:

broken glasses, left behind clothes, etc. roomies withpeople i don't like. camping, townhomes.

Lynnette 7:12 AM

Sunday, April 6

 

The Prince 'Purple House' in Chanhassen is leveled

So I'm sitting here waiting for Steve to wake up, thinking about what we can do today. The Mall blows on the weekends, and there aren't any shows, the snow is melted.....let's go find Prince's house. Only a simple search for the location came up with this article. Dude, is it all that Jehovah's Witness crap?

Lynnette 9:02 AM

 

Daylights Saving DREAM

Last night I dreamt (finally, I dreamt) that Steve and I were looking around for apartments in a town called Little Canada, located north of St. Paul. We looked around at a few, drove by the neighborhoods ruling them out one by one. An ad for a flat caught our eye and we went to check it out. It was in an old building, wood floors and woodwork everywhere, lots of charm, but lots of rent, too. It was way over our budget, so we had to pass. The next apartment I had Steve go see without me, although he ended up bringing Ashton Kutcher along for a second opinion. The boys returned home and Ashton showed me with hand gestures what the apartment looked like: long, long, long, long studio. No bedrooms, and no kitchen. Obviously it was also ruled out. I gave up and allowed Steve to chose, which was the worst thing I could have done (sorry sweetheart).

Steve was grinning ear to ear as we drove up to the apartment. It was near a motel and gas station, or so I thought. Our apartment was actually a part of the motel, which had been converted to rent out as apartments. On the way up the stairs and down the hallway to the front door of the apartment I could see downtown Minneapolis in all its glory. I felt hopeful. But then I almost died when Steve opened the door and blammo: there it stood. The ugliest apartment you could imagine. Everything was a sea foam green and aqua blue color, even the nasty chandelier that was decorated in spots alternating the color theme. The entire apartment was furnished in the early 60s and not since. It smelled of dust and mildew and reminded me of hell. A quick glance out the window proved that the downtown view was just a illusion; that not even on a clear day could we see downtown from our apartment windows. It was pathetic.

However, we made the most of it. I knew it sucked, but Steve had signed a year lease. He was planning on joining the military, or at least go into training. I was free to do what I wanted, as long as it was to get a job to support us. Since Steve had the car I rode into town I used other means of transportation. I rode into Minneapolis on the highway in one of the seats used at Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion; you know the one where the ghosts ride with you. Anyway, I zipped along the highway; wind in my face watching the land roll by, thinking where we lived was just beautiful.

At this point, we were settled in our apartment, had made friends with some of the neighbors, and were well on our way to working through that gross lease. One day somebody gave us an alien animal attached to a stick. I don’t know how or where, we just all of a sudden “owned” the thing. Our neighbors above us were being unruly, so the animal was sent upstairs. It ate the thing making noise. We were pleased. People saw us in the hallway and we would make jokes about them being quiet or we’d send them a visitor. It was all quite harmless; unless they really crossed us.

Lynnette 8:29 AM

Saturday, April 5

 

Mostly for my own resource I listed upcoming shows on the left there. See? It looks like shit, but hey I can read it. Now I don't have to flip through the fucking CityPages everyday looking for shows.

Lynnette 8:35 AM

Wednesday, April 2

 

She's Lost Control...

Oh please dear god let me get that apartment. Oh please oh please oh please.

Fuck. WE just watched 24 Hour Party People. I missed it in theatres in Lincoln, and I missed it in Minneapolis, but finally caught up with it on DVD. Very interesting way of making a recreated/semi-fictional documentary. After filling Steve in on some names he was confused about, and turning up the volume to combat the Manchester accents we were both confused about, it was very entertaining. My CDs are packed away in Omaha, and right now I'm really missing all my joy division.

I heard the rat-poison-bread-fed-to-pigeons story was true. I swear.

That "WE" above should just be a normal we, as we are normal. Not an EMPHASIZED WE, just a We, but not a weeeeee.

Lynnette 11:41 PM

Tuesday, April 1

 

I'm pregnant.

Lynnette 6:05 PM