fly by (whoosh) seat of my pants

man- estate

Lisa — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 08:50:40 GMT

Rachel is my proffesor of Hip- Hop. Tonight inspired by something she said, I turned my blog over to her and she wrote "Hip hop is the new rock'n'roll, which was the new jazz. However, hip hop is different in that it has been stigmatized by the 'crack music' image that is so particular to the black ghettos of the post-reagan era. Whereas both rock-n-roll and jazz sparked necessary cross-cultural awakenings, hip hop has been co-opted and so dehumanized by the mainstream meida that it perpetuates, rather than dissolves racial divisions and wealth disparities. Hip hop has been so bastardized by the upper strata of society that most Americans, particularly those born before the Reagan era, don't even consider the possibility of hip hop as a true art form. Hip hop, more than any other cultural force today, has the power to inspire a much-needed revolution-- we just need to reclaim it. " We were listening to Baby Chams " Babylon Bwoy" and she refered to a man she had worked with, and so was never able to act on her attraction for. He was the Hip Hop buyer for one of the major record stores in the Bay Area. And she said , " Boy that was a missed piece of man-estate." I thought that was funny. Has anyone heard this expression before?

My friend Kaitrin and I at a party on Saturday.

Lisa — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 04:57:11 GMT

Kaitrin: enchanted fairy princess, impish punk gamin, savage dancer, doting shepherdess Madonna, sartorial maven extraordinaire -- she can wilt impudence with a glance, glide like a an earthly mobile, turn a room on it's side without warning, and like a skillful surgeon, pull beauty out of the most impossible crevasses.

Restless child

Lisa — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 09:38:07 GMT

Restless child bare legged and brown, lying outstretched in the Lilies staring up at the Bagworm trees Summer child howling into sewer pipes, crawling after possums throwing rocks at the Cotton Mouths lazing by the creek Reckless Child approaching a deserted barn slanted and rickety, like an old woman beckoning escape from the swelter of the sun Wind swept child squatting in the mud, burning straw and dandelions next to the creaky porch where the baby rabbits were born Winter Child trembling in the gloaming when the cardinals fly out of the moon onto the even, solitary snow Lonely child luminous and strange, out at sea where the owl and the pussycat strum in a time counting backwards into the waves

Rumi

Lisa — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 08:44:57 GMT

... We all are lions, but lions on a banner: because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment...

cloney baloney

Lisa — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 07:53:24 GMT

I was troubled last week to hear on CNN that the FDA was in the process of, after conducting a " peer review " by the beef industry itself, going forward with a legislation that would allow for the use of cloned animal products to be sold for public consumtion without labeling to this effect. I went on the web and found this quote in a CNN artical : " "Based on FDA's analysis of hundreds of peer-reviewed publications and other studies on the health and food composition of clones and their offspring, the draft risk assessment has determined that meat and milk from clones and their offspring are as safe as food we eat every day," said Stephen Sundlof, director of the FDA's center for veterinary medicine, in a statement. " and then I read this: " A federal bill to require labels on food from cloned animals and their descendents has been stalled in Democratic-controlled congressional committees since February. A similar bill by state Sen. Carole Migden, D-San Francisco, passed the Legislature last month, but Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger recently refused to sign it....The FDA wants people to share their feedback on the idea of cloning before any big decision is made. They are giving consumers until April second to let their voices be heard." So the FDA made this statement requesting American feedback in February of 2007, and stopped taking feedback on April 2nd 2007. As far as I can gather the story wasn't aired on television untill Jan 2008. In fact when I went to the FDA website I found this : "Guidance for Industry Use of Edible Products from Animal Clones or their Progeny for Human Food or Animal Feed. Comments may also be submitted electronically on the Internet at http://www.fda.gov/dockets/ecomments. All written comments should be identified with Docket No. 2003N-0573." On going to the docket link I read " No Dockets are currently available." I am currently trying to locate any local protest groups apposing the cloning of animal products. Anyone reading this with information for me please educate me further. http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=84396&title=cloned-meat

Got your number...

Lisa — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 09:22:05 GMT

As if to say, "I know what you're up to" or "I've got my eye on you" - where did "I've got your number" originate? Perhaps from knowing the number of the house where the person lived? Remotely, the telephone number, but I think the phrase is older than the telephone. My brother said he thought it was about someone resonating with you in sync. Tell me what you think it means. A Predilection Does the earth have the suns number when she looks into its rays with her blue eyes, a soaring symphony of spectacular rainbows? Does the cheetah have the gazelles number after centuries of bending her throat back into the velds open wind? And heroin?, does it have the junkies number in the methodical tick-ticking of his skinned, stunned desperation? A whispering promise of what doesn't kill us makes us stronger? Does the dance have a Tango number burning a hole in its swank, sharkskin suite? Like a "ciao Bella" studied nonchalance? And what of me? Do I have your worn, pulpy, thread bare number; after years of not memorizing it because it was programmed in my phone?

Nocturnal chaos & old nighties

Lisa — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 06:03:39 GMT

I cannot figure out why I am so in love with the night. The city stops. No expectation of commerce -- only the thieves and slugs out doing business. Somewhere across town a DJ adjusts his fly. My bunnies munch their hay and hop back and forth in their cages like springy windup toys. The freeway woosh slows like a misplaced, errant ocean on the pavement. I watch Furgeson flirt back at me from a pixilated screen. Why is night sexier than day? Scary things slither around in the night. I stare at my painted toenails on the brass bedpost. So quiet now, I could scream and someone would notice. The chilly air drops a few degrees and everything is still.

Play this game and help feed the world

Lisa — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 02:37:24 GMT

My favorite new game: http://www.freerice.com/index.php Did you know that a lubber is a lout?

Rachel & Amanda

Lisa — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 01:16:14 GMT

Can you believe I used to be the Nanny for these two. Now at almost 6' tall, they tower over me, re-hipify me regularly, and generally whip my ass in terms of academics. I used to do impersonations of Queen Victoria to get them to shut up when they where fighting in my back seat. Now we discuss politics. Amazing...

It was a doe eyed, grease monkey weekend

Lisa — Sat, 23 Jun 2007 10:39:19 GMT

I bought a 92 Honda accord this weekend. It was a week of grease and tools and man sweat under hoods. Strange, dark, mechanical purple lights blinking back from cracked plastic dashboards. Tried not to be femmy, gooey and lost when checking out old Hondas. Used car buying is not a time to be relying on the kindness of strangers. I kept my eyes keen and my hands steady at the wheel. In the 1800s, when buying horses, they used to grab the upper lip of the horse and curl it back to look at he length of the horses teeth. The longer the teeth, the older the horse. This is where the expression, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" came from.

being laughed at ( photo displayed by permission )

Lisa — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 01:42:30 GMT

Today one of my students caught me off guard. I was in the kitchen struggling to get him to do the dishes. I do a home program with autistic children, and it is fairly common to push them a bit in their tasks. Suddenly I backed into a bottle of wine on the counter and spilled it all over my white shirt. He laughed uproariously at this for about five minutes. His language is scarce, but I had the feeling if he could talk he would have said, “ Yeah, who has the work to do now!”

A picture from Small World online photography of nature -- looks like a canvas.

Lisa — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:14:31 GMT

Deformation of a polyethylene folio magnified.

Dosn't this look like a painting?

Lisa — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:09:32 GMT

It's actually doxorubin in methanol and dimethylbenzenesulfonic acid magnified. Check out the link to small world in my link erea.

Gwailo not amused by lightsticks

Lisa — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 04:35:45 GMT

I'm afraid she found my antics wearisome. I thought at 3am she might be more enthusiastic,

playing with light

Lisa — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 04:09:07 GMT

Went to 550 and danced last night.

Lisa — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 03:53:58 GMT

My friends Kait and I had a great time flirting and dancing. Then when I went home and fooled around with light sticks with my cat, and made some decolletage lightstick pictures.

Let's save this place.

Lisa — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:25:22 GMT

playing with Gidget

Lisa — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 07:11:28 GMT

Did they evolve because of us, or we them? Are we their family? Are they our teachers? Or is it really true, to a dog, are we really all Napoleons?

50 grams of urban loneliness.

Lisa — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 05:42:33 GMT

I love the beauty in the unexpected.

Bisoux with her baby.

Lisa — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 04:52:24 GMT

I feed a band of feral cats on my street. This siamese in the group became very ill and I took her in. She was pregnant and too sick to spay. She gave birth to four kittens and I documented the birth with my camera phone. Here she is with the one we named Ella.

Johns' Glasses

Lisa — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 04:33:47 GMT

Just goofing around here. I grew up up in the theater and love to just put on different outfits and play around with whom ever is willing to come out of me.