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Sunday, August 31

 

And Thomas Wolfe said I could never go home...

This weekend was amazing. Eye-opening, really. Saturday was pretty chill; Steve and I started a very leisurely drive from Minneapolis to Omaha, no rushes, no deadlines, no we-have-to-be-there-at-X-time. Every time we drive back home we see the "Bob Feller Museum - Next Right". Of course, prior to yesterday afternoon I had no fucking clue on Earth who Mr. Feller was. I discovered (for less than the cost of a matinee show) that Bob Feller pitched THREE no-hitters, and on April 16, 1940, the only, I repeat: ONLY no-hitter on opening day in all of MLB history. Feller played for the Cleveland Indians from 1936-1956, with the exception of the 4 years he served in WW2. It has been estimated that he may have missed out on over 100 wins during this time. In 1959 he was inducted, and of course elected into the MLB Hall of Fame, and had the same rookie year as Joe DiMaggio.

I found out my little cousin wants me to shop at Old Navy with her tomorrow, and that my "Uncle" Ed and his wife are celebrating their tenth anniversary next month on the 19th. Ed's wife Carol has been progressively getting worse due to muscular sclerosis, and he thinks she may be holding on until right after they renew their vows. Unfortunately, the ceremony is to take place in Houston, where she is living now, so I won't be able to attend. On a happy note, it was wonderful to see my family, and to see myself in the solid AUNT position that I have more than willingly accepted. I am the older cousin, the woman without kids, the person who escaped.

This morning I had breakfast with my Nonnie, who showed up dressed to the casual-nines in horizonal-striped sailor blouse, boating hat and umbrella (it was cloudy). She is the woman I wish I could become as I grow older: classy, stylish, stuck in the forties, able to run in high heels, a matriarch of sorts. Nonnie is amazing, yet after 81 years she doesn't let on that she KNOWS it.

BTW, Charles Bronson died. He was also 81. Wasn't he in the "Death Wish" series?? To my dear friends and past friends: please write, send me a letter. I will more than respond. You may receive goodness via snail mail.

Hellos to: Fryda, Burke my 'crackbaby', Nick Bender "Boogerboy", AJ (don't you think the GFM1 is total bullshit??!?!?....write me again!), Nick Armijo, the gnat I just smashed on my mom's monitor (not dragon), and Steve-o, my nearest and dearest.

Love, Nettie

Lynnette 11:12 PM

Friday, August 29

 

DREAM: Marching band, Denny, junkies

I had a dream I was in high school. I looked and felt the same, but I knew I was 17, a senior in the marching band. The big day was almost upon us: the marching band demonstration/parade. It was to fall on Halloween day, so costumes were being prepared. At one point I was sitting outside with a bunch of other girls trying on lipstick shades, laughing at an autumnal orange one someone suggested I try; it was hideous. The makeup didn't make a difference since part of our costume was a conical hat (like a birthday hat) worn over out nose and mouth. The rest of the costume was comprised of the marching band uniform, shiny, gold, pointy shoes, shiny, pointy elf ears and of course our instruments of choice; I don’t recall what instrument I played.

We marched around, mostly not playing our instruments and at the end of each corner we all did a little synchronized change-up like the Shriners do in their little cars. Afterwards, there was a fair underground, so I walked by the horse barns to take a look. The horses were all Hackney pony champions, gorgeous animals with beautiful coats. Because they were so valuable many of the horses were too far away from their gate to pet, so I continued walking down the path. In one stall was a boy, a strawberry blonde with a slight goatee. I was bored, so despite the fact I didn’t find him attractive I decided to flirt for a while. I jokingly said, “Oh, aren’t you a pretty champion,” as if he was a horse. He laughed and asked how old I was. “I’m illegal, still in high school.” The boy, whose name was Denny, didn’t seem to care, so we continued together through the rest of the barn.

The only way out of the barn was through the deserted basement. At first I wasn’t scared but then on the floor of one of the dank, dark, cobweb-strewn rooms were two heroine junkies, nodding off and shaking from withdrawal. I clung to Denny, who didn’t seem to mind the junkies. As we walked by they yelled, “Anti-Semites!!” at us. On the other side of a room was a door opening to a brightly lit room. Upon reaching the door, Denny and another boy we were with thought it would be funny to confuse the junkies. Holding up two random “Uno” cards the two of them chanted nonsensical “magical” words. The junkies were stunned into silence.

We shut the door and found ourselves in a high school, at the time when the students are wandering the hallways toward their next class. Then it occurred to me, Denny hadn’t even seen my face; I was still wearing the Halloween/marching band outfit with the cone on my face.

Lynnette 11:42 AM

Thursday, August 28

 

Sort of sucked

Last night Steve and I went downtown with some friends to what we had assumed was a dance club (sort of). There is this DJ around town who, somehow, has become a sort of icon for the indie kids around town. I say sort of because it was pretty much a disappointment. The four of us showed up early, ordered our beers and waited. Eventually really good music was playing: Smiths, Duran Duran, Split Enz, Ladytron, Jesus and Mary Chain, Interpol, etc. However, that's sort of all that happened. We could have saved twenty bucks we spent on beer, stayed home, and listened to a mix CD, and would have had more fun. Probably, well at least sort of.

Heading back to Nebraska this weekend, checking out the Omaha scene, the mom scene and the free food scene. Weeeee!

Lynnette 7:10 AM

Monday, August 25

 

While I knew several days ago, subsequently forgetting and moving on, Yahoo jumps on the band wagon with a news bit on the belated Wesley Willis.

Lynnette 9:13 PM

Sunday, August 24

 

Just home from the Minnesota State Fair. I heard it was one of the largest in the country; now I believe it. I walked for over 9 hours straight, save for the 35 minutes at the Minstrels of the Universe show and the 10 minutes it took to eat garlic fries. I had meat on a stick and pet cows, sheep and a few horses. Thinking back I didn't see a single midget. Bummer. Weird Al, followed by fireworks, key lime pie covered in chocolate (on a stick), and Steve-o. It was a good time had by all. Oh yes, and I took a picture of my feet: dirty, sore, and taped up from the first-aid station. Dude, tron, sweet.

Lynnette 11:53 PM

 

DREAM: Spanish homework, planes, puzzles

I dreamt I was to board a plane, for an unknown destination. The trip was more for the air time, not necessarily where the plane was taking me. I had two large black suitcases filled with dresses and nice shoes. I knew I was only going somewhere for two days, but I don't remember where. The thought of packing 2 suitcases for 2 days seemed silly, but there were a lot of dressy clothes for which I needed all the extra space. Anyway, as I bored the plane I realized that someone from my past was on the plane; despite attempts to avoid him, he found me and wanted to sit and chat. We exchanged updates, and then I excused myself to start my Spanish homework. MY projects seemed overwhelming: two 15-page papers in Spanish, as well as several short quizzes. I remember doing this in college, but now my Spanish was fleeting. Upon landing my second black suitcase was lost with all of my homework inside.

Another day, the next perhaps, I went to a toy store with my friend Amy (the crackbaby). She didn't have much time to hang out so we went quickly to the board games section. One game in particular interested me: it was a series of puzzles created by apparently jigsawed seashells, in different shapes and styles. It was wrapped in cellophane, but some boy nearby said we could open it and play. Around the store Amy and I tried to find a place to play our game, but there were kids in every corner of the store. The same boy told us to sneak next door, that there might be more room. We finally found a place next door, after having incidentally shoplifting the game. Upon unwrapping the cellophane we discovered that one of the shell puzzle pieces was left in the toy store. We couldn't play, Amy had to leave.

Lynnette 8:29 AM

Saturday, August 23

 

Agenda

Last night had party. Smoked, joked, talked, sang along with O.D.B., the Big Baby Jesus. Beer was spilled, trip for ice was made. Had fun, did not sleep much. Now must attend Twins baseball game versus my boyfriend's hometown KC Royals. Plan on having fun, not smoking at club later.

Lynnette 5:42 PM

Friday, August 22

 

DREAM: New England, washing machine, trees

My dreams haven't fully come back to me, so this is going to be vague. I dreamt I decided to go to Massachusetts spontaneously with someone I had just met. They were driving there for work and I had a few days off so I figured, what the hell, right? Turned out to be the worst road trip of my life. It was cold, I got lost, nothing good.

Then I dreamt that Steve had stuffed the washingmachine, and dryer FULL of towels. First it caused the washing machine to spill over with soapy water, and the dryer didn't dry the towels because they were sopping wet when he put them in AND it was filled to the brim. To top it off, my mom was coming to visit and just as I was yelling at him, she showed up. Immeditately I felt guilty, and as patiently as possible tried to show Steve how to do the clothes properly. After the clothing debacle we had to put a tree into the trunk of our car, by breaking off branch after branch. It was a flowering apple tree, but we didn't cut it down.

Lynnette 7:26 AM

Monday, August 18

 

Just an update on the flash mob. Here's an article detailing the event I participated in at Orchestra Hall.

DREAM

Last night I had a dream I was helping monitor flight paths and altitude ranges of planes in the area. Then on my break I went outside and found that the drizzle was turning the ground into a sheet of ice. No bother, however, as my shoes became ice skates, and I flitted along with everyone else in true Charlie-Brown-kids-on-the-lake fashion. I was watching someone's kid, who was very tiny and wore black, thick glasses. It's ears were cold even though it had a hat on, so we went inside. When I went through the door, however, it was the interior of my old place of employment in Lincoln: OCIA. They brought me back for a day, at a higher salary, in order to fold their tablecloth. Nobody there could handle the task, so they called in the big guns.

Coffee now, and shitty hippie coworker later. My Monday has begun.

Lynnette 7:08 AM

Thursday, August 14

 

It may be the city that never sleeps, but today it's the city with no electricity.

Lynnette 9:43 PM

Tuesday, August 12

 

Megalomaniac.....no, I'm just a blogger ma'am...

There is something amazing about looking at yourself. Think about living inside of your head, or a book, or a film for years upon years as I have. And so, you finally gaze upon yourself in a mirror, in thee mirror and you wonder why you haven't stopped you look at yourself ever, in forever. You realize why people have wondered why the things that have escaped your lips have escaped your face and you think why have I not caught on to the phenonmenon? Why I have not appreciated myself enough as much as I should? Insert a FUCKING exclamation point!!!

Currently my boyfriend is asleep on our donated/free couch, therefore it is 'safe' for me to listen to Crowded House. For some reason he associates it with my ex, which I don't see in the least. When I hear Crowded House I think of Lincoln.......fondly, quite fondly. It's a very strange feeling to desperately miss where you have lived the past 15 years, yet in the same respect be completed fulfilled by your current locale. Has that happened to you? Have you been in a flash mob? What the fuck are you doing right now? If you can take the time to read this diatribe you can email my ass... come on, dork, DO IT!!

Lynnette 9:55 PM

 

So here's me at my first flash mob on Sunday, August 10th. Take a gander at my new 'do. Oh, I should probably mention that's me on the left in the light blue shirt and smirk. Thanks to AL for the pic!

Lynnette 6:38 AM

Sunday, August 10

 

Probably my new favorite Sunday diversion.

Lynnette 11:50 AM

Saturday, August 9

 

Karate chop!

Today I cut off my hair and donated it to Locks of Love. I spent a fortune at the AVEDA/Juut Salon downtown, and was naturally suckered in to buying deliciously decadent hair products after the appointment.

My friend Paul is threatening to visit, something I am prepared to face. Or perhaps we should fly to B-lo, as it were. Life is full of possibilities.

I have been quite busy researching the Burqa Band and have found a download clip of their 'hit' song "Burqa Blue" here. Choice lyrics, "My mother wears a burqa, my father does it too, I have to wear burqa, the burqa it is blue. Blue, burqa blue..." Strangely enough, it's growing on me.

Lynnette 10:26 PM

Monday, August 4

 

Stay tuned for further announcements. It's summertime folks, who the hell has time to blog?

Two of the three Afghan girls whose rock group, the Burqa Band, and its single song 'Burqa Blues' has proved a hit in the clubs in Germany:

Lynnette 6:55 AM