Drove 800 miles, crossed Oregon state and saw Mt Shasta...to go to sasquatch fest. I guess I won't go into it much even though everyone thought I was going to a squash festival... hrm. But I saw super duper bands... deerhoof, grizzly bear, santigold, beach house, erykah badu, explosions in the sky.. as well as danced to chromeo... ahh.
Santigold became my fav..i have to admit. "to all the performers out there, don't eat burger king before you're about to do a show".


Some kiddie/ regular customer brought this in for me to read. I finally finished it and this writer is pretty amazing. Some stories, like "the end of the parade" left me depressed, but others like "mona", "Hally's comet", and "in the shade of the almond tree" were fantastic. In these stories he often writes in first person and switches off sporadically with characters so its difficult at first to realize whats going on, but he also writes like the character is talking to you, especially with all the inner dialogue. So sweet!

I also borrowed some books from the library, I started Joan Didion's "Plays as it lays" but it made me feel so insanely depressed with her character that I decided to ditch it midway. Now I'm reading "Books" by Larry McMurty, and even though I've never read any of his books, nor plan to read them, nor am I not anywhere near interested in westernized gone with the wind, lonesome dove like jumbo.... I dig it. I like these books about books- books.

Tuesday is the big day

...and Obama's grandmother passed the eve of.

Saw my mother on her day off that really was a 'lay off' from a mall laser treatment job she took on part time/ for fun that had to close its one of many doors because of the good ol' economy. Her answer to this economic state 'God will provide', but the God worshiping sons of bitches in office for the past 8 years is what the hell sent us down and out. I havent seen my mother as much as I should and used to, and I miss here really. I hate cutting the time we spend together short, but the moment I jump into the car is Christian radio with discussions of Yes on Prop 8 with a testimony from a gay man who married his partner when the prop was passed a couple years ago and regretted it cause it was too early; then another story about the teachers who took their students to city hall to watch her and her partner get married...etc. 'We have a creator and he provided a life manual..'. I'm telling you its difficult. Then asking "how is your living situation" seemingly expecting (probably praying) that its the detrimental situation her religion predicts to be.
3 hours is all I can stand..then hearing about my older brother now attending church... I need to go home...I need to be in my comfort in my immortal scientific human adulterous life. I'm jealous. Really jealous of others who did without this sheltered childhood that shunned me from reading, listening,seeing, learning anything that was out there. At 25 I feel I'm late in the game...I have too much to catch up on...

...from reading:


I felt better. Chianski continues his wino, perverted, can't keep a job, gambling antics. (Like a continuation of Post Office) Not much I can say, except I respect his thought of the white collar life as the real down way to live. Travels cross country by bus, no emotion with the things in life that would make us depressed, instead its drowned by port wine. Out of a house, a woman, and a job his last dollar is spent at the strip club.

Sunday night I also picked up: Joan Didion's non fiction collection of work - We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live..and honestly haven't been able to let it go

I guess she's more popular now for her novels, but she did write articles in her early years. The first book in particular Slouching towards Bethlehem is of events and people pertaining to California in the 60's. The Miller case in San Bernadino, Joan Baez School of NonViolence in Monterey, Howard Hughes as heroic and his empire, marriage in Las Vegas, etc etc... yea I haven't even dented the thing....