Word Stunts and Blunders

America: Freedom to Facism

beth — Sat, 27 Jan 2007 21:31:52 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsZO6G7dfpI this film is amazing. many thanks to david for sending it to me.

life

beth — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 03:51:33 GMT

it's not easy being. and it's really not easy being without you.

I'm losing my voting virginity tomorrow!

beth — Mon, 06 Nov 2006 21:53:43 GMT

YAY! my polling place is at the "retirement community" down the street. i'm so excited about voting! yay! the candidates mostly suck, but it's too late for me to start my own campaign, so i guess i'll just vote in a manner that will disturb the status-qou (sp) as much as possible... and FYI, i'm living with my parents, and it's not painful at all. in fact it's nice, because i don't have to pay for ANYTHING. woot. so i'm in houston, and i can't offer you a couch to crash on if you head this way (being that it's not my couch) universal huggy-ness to you all and VOTE (tomorrow!)

i hope you're out there

beth — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 07:11:31 GMT

i still stare at the stars when i think about you, only now i hold my bike light up and let it flash and the sky. i lie awake at night thinking about the bike i sold hoping that the owner abandoned it. it was picked up and ridden down the road and left somewhere you found it. so you can take it in circles and love it for a while and run off distracted by a flash, leaving it behind for the next. *shit. i am writing bad poetry about not finding love again. awesome.*

everyone's gone to the BRC

beth — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:33:28 GMT

woo! city to myself! i'm gonna run around naked all week! wait, no. all the normies are here. and everyone is busy trying to make a life out there in the desert, which i am now doing (a good ways southerly) 24/7. and be freaky and get rid of your old emotional baggage and have crazy spiritual experience, and take too many psychadelics, or wish you were still the kind of person that takes psychadelics, or laugh at the people who take psychadelics, or take too many psychadelics while laughing at the people who take psycahadelics. so apparently the musical scenes of my choice are not large here in tucson... this is suprising... there's so many co-op everythings around i'm suprised i'm not a co-op. oh, wait, i am. and there's so many bikes on the road i get passed by bikes in the bike lane! and there is a bike lane! on like every fucking major road! so while i'd like to be out there with the 40,000 or so of you crazy random people and my lovely friends from scattered regions of the country, I am, well, working on saving the world here in Tucson. my former bike was sold to someone intending to take it to burning man... so hopefully it will be there having a spectacular time. i will be here. if anyone needs me. you know, just manifest me. that works for everything else, right?

My article! yeah! Lightning in a Bottle

beth — Mon, 03 Jul 2006 20:27:48 GMT

http://www.losangelesjournal.com/laj/articles.php?id=10&article=101&PHPSESSID=0e3b6635421b010064b539a645db44f3 OH YEAH! i'm officially a published journalist again! and i'm so damned excited about Lightning in a Bottle I might spontaneously combust!

Best Job Ever- Music Reporting! Lightning in a Bottle!

beth — Mon, 26 Jun 2006 22:15:49 GMT

YEAHHHH!!! I forgot to mention to ya'll, I have a job! Writing and Copy Editing for the Los Angeles Journal. And they are awesome... And awesomely have no one to cover all the fabulous music going around in the LA area! Insert dance-addict & writer to save magazine from supreme boredom! Anyway, My first story is covering Lightning in a Bottle... And of course, to help them get the publicity they need I have to write a story before the festival... which is hard because I've never seen most of these Djs and performers... And I feel that listening to recordings of someone doesn't really give you a sense of them. For examle, I saw a DJ saturday night (who shall remain nameless) who kept messing up because he was on too much K.... and whether a performer will ruin themselves by doing something ridiculous like that can't be predicted via the songs that are avialble on the web. So if you've seen any of these DJs (and performance artists) and would like to help me by commenting on their performance, please message me! LUCENT DOSSIER VAUDEVILLE CIRQUE CHEB I SABBAH PARTICLE HAMSA LILA THE YARD DOGS ROAD SHOW EL CIRCO RANDOM RAB ADAM OHANA VAU de VIRE SOCIETY HELIOS JIVE OSCURE LOOP! STATION DAVID STARFIRE TAARKA RARA AVIS JANAKA EL PAPACHANGO Salon K SHAWNA OOAH JUPITER UNDERGROUND ORCHESTRA JONNY COTA ATASH MAYA BELLYDANCE Stilt Circus MAXIMILLIAN PATRICIO DJ WOLFIE mAlAkAi MICHELE BASS ROOTABREAKA IMAGIKA DANDELION BREAKBEATBUDDHA SAMMY BLISS Brian McGuire JESSE WRIGHT THE STOVE IAN Ben Wright

Dear You-Need-Verse, I love you

beth — Fri, 23 Jun 2006 17:53:22 GMT

I'm starting to realize that crashing my car and getting a DUI may be the one of the best things that ever happened to me. I'm liberated from a hunk of gas-guzzling metal and off-fuming plastic (ew), and have been forced by the court system to do that thing that no one with emotional problems that manifest themselves in the form of addictions ever wants to do: get help. In just a few short hours I'll be going downtown to interview for a "real job" and I got lucky on this one... I worked for two days canvassing for an org. that's an off-shoot of the one I'm interviewing with today and it SUCKED. Sucked so bad that I was horrendus at it and was "let go" after a meer two days. At the time I was really upset because my whole fucking life plan was based around getting this job that I'm applying for today. Now it's not like that. Again, the Goddess sent me what originally looked like a problem but really it was a solution... 'Cause if I get the job then I won't piss myself and accept it without thinking about the consequences of having to work for two years in say, I dunno, Phoenix... And if I don't get the job then I'll just keep doing my little free-lancing thing and trying to find out about the coolest shit that's going down so I can write about it. Speaking of which, my angelino friends, I have a writing gig where I can write about basically anything I want, so if you have something going down that you want me to cover, I'm there... just keep in mind that my writing, while pro-active, is ALWAYS "brutally" honest. Much Love to you all!

Creativity Shocker

beth — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 06:07:57 GMT

I'm busting out the electric pads and shocking my creative side back into life. I dunno why it's seems so neccesary for us hue/woah-mans to face adversity to really start warping and changing and busting loose in whole new fashions- but it seems to work. Now that I am without a motorized vehicle, I'm having to do something I've not had to do in a long ass time: depend on other people to get anywhere. But that's the way it always is, right? Cars just disconnect you from the people who enable you to get places. Someone built that car, someone found that oil, someone petrochemical engineer did some magical voodoo to it to make it useful to my car. I would pass people before in my car and not have to talk to them or really even acknowledge their existence. now i know who's going along my path at the same time as me. Today a boy with a fake diamond ear-ring went to west hollywood at the same time as me and came back at the same time... I went out for a job "interview"... what was he doing... and why was he dressed so well? and what's his phone number? :) no really, my life is dying for innovation and there's no one to do it but me! so go- self, go!

alternate planes

beth — Sat, 27 May 2006 21:57:26 GMT

With no nostalgia for the present, running into arms of a familiar story: choosing a star from the sky, and hanging hopes on it. A supernovae to dream, collapsing and releasing the brightest light, the moment of condensing solidarity. Blinking at me, shining gloriously, inviting via twinkles. Floating hooked to the earth at the waist: Moments away from breaking off and floating in to the indigo love of the universe, in search of dots to live by. **** wow. i really hate my old poetry.... but i've had writer's block for a month- so it's all old now!****

If I stuck my thumb out, would you pick me up?

beth — Thu, 25 May 2006 03:49:10 GMT

TAKE ME AWAY! With hoards of parties going on up north in the coming months and the summer of wild festivites in full effect, I simply want to run away. For the first time since my freshman year, I took the bus... It gave me a nice sense of freedom to be mobile again, but I'm stil coping with the fact that I don't have a car... Or a liscence... and won't for almost a year... The bus was interesting. Apparently, being cute makes you more approachable. I had four people call me beautiful, two people introduce themselves and one asked me out on a date (no, thank you!). My ego is pretty satisfied with the whole thing.... I really want to run away. But I'm not running away from anything. It's the things I want that make me want to run towards them. I want to dance forever. I want to feel free and alive and one with the earth. I want to not have to conciously remember that my body is made of only 100 billion human cells and 100 trillion bacterial cells- the bacterial cells that make up the macro-organism that breeds beneath our feet, around us and above us. I want to activate my latent memories. I want to use my 100% of my brain and I want to hold the creature that I love most in my arms and smell the scent of tea tree oil.

i think i need a "job"

beth — Mon, 22 May 2006 06:45:08 GMT

i've done nothing for 9 days, and i'm officially depressing myself. downward cycle phase 2: eating meat and cheese again! (ew). i need a job! i'm so bored and feel completely useless... i miss talking to strangers all the time. how is it that working at the library where everyone was completely stressing out and routinely lashed out at me was like the best job ever? i mean, where else can i turn everyone's frown upside down? i loved that job! i could talk to my co-workers about how crappy the industrial printers we had are, and teach them how to use them properly (you stare it 'em for 2.5 years and you learn how to talk to them) "please work, please please"... yeah... that's not effective, there's a little button that you push and they tell you what's wrong with them. awesome. wish people had that button. status: still mad at you from last week when you ate my bagel. i want my job back. i want to talk to people. constantly. stressed out, tired, fucked up people that just need someone to be sympathetic or happy, someone to treat them like their human. i want to help someone with a minor problem that is majorly pissing them off. i mean, hypoethtically i liked the paychecks, but i mean, 7.25$/hr won't pay anyone's bills... certainly not mine... i just wish there was like a job posting that said "BETH- YOU'RE HIRED", but nothing's that easy right? 'eh. whatever. god can have this problem. i'll just send out the resumes. :)

help.

beth — Sun, 21 May 2006 00:46:22 GMT

pray for me that i get home today. my friends have taken me hostage.

oh look, dancing away again

beth — Sat, 20 May 2006 22:19:58 GMT

got the markings on my hands- dance madness. my soul feels alive again.

the sky has gone away

beth — Fri, 19 May 2006 05:36:17 GMT

day number 5 under the overcast night sky. the marine layer rolls in during sunset each day, obscuring the stars that light the way on this my earthly path to multi-dimensional conciousness... without the past to guide my way, i am lost in the moment under the glaring brightness of the reflected light of the city's pollutants. trapped in hear with dog sounds and incomprehensible neighboring screams. everyone is fleeing this place, but I was sent with purpose to TaskForce Earth, and assigned this location, and so here I am... watching everything destroy itself around me and doing the best i can to remember that in destruction of the old is the possibility for creation of the new- but only if we work together to foster the light of the universe, channel it here and let the recreation happen.

why does enlightenment cost so much?

beth — Wed, 17 May 2006 19:18:09 GMT

i keep finding all these crazy events going down in LA and various places Angelinos are migrating too- and they're all FUCKING EXPENSIVE. i mean, "kundalini dance", sure, i'd like someone to teach me all about the chakra systems and how to open them up and use them in ecstatic dance- but i'm not gonna pay them 120$ to do it! and do i want to wander to Mt. Shasta on the summer solstice and join in a day/night of unification through dance, meditation and prayer? OF COURSE! TAKE ME AWAY! but as much as i would like to stick out my thumb and hang on to my towel, i also want to see my mom again- so i'm not going if i don't have a ride... and a ride would of course expect gas money- and it's far! far =expensive. of course, i did pick up this fabulous new gig of doing other people's homework. got paid 500 bucks to write a paper- two days, one car accident, and one night in jail later- hey, where's my 500 $er's? oh- and these E.T. kids- the earth angels and the various galactic and inter-galactic tribes- man do their posts make no sense. it's weird how some people who use words i've never heard to describe things i've never even concieved of make total sense, and other people doing the exact same thing make no sense at all... i don't get it. how is this possible? it's probably just a reflection on me and my lack of ability to relate to them in that moment, but who knows? the honeysuckle outside my window is drawing me out-

bad advice

beth — Tue, 16 May 2006 08:10:00 GMT

man has everyone got some seriously bad advice on what to do after graduating. the first piece of advice i got was from nature who said "don't listen to what anybody else says. just listen to your heart." he then proceeded to give me a bunch of advice i didn't listen to because i took that first bit to heart. HAHA sucker. but yeah. everyone's got different advice for me on what to do and where to go and what kind of job to get and how to live the rest of my life. screw them all. they all have no idea what they're talking about. they aren't thinking about me or my situation- they're thinking about themselves and the situations they were in. i went camping with my friends a few weeks ago and they decided we should go hiking without the benefit of a trail. this lead us into terrain so steep that we were climbing with our hands up a hillside that was so steep you couldn't stand up straight- you had to lean in- on dirt so soft it crumbled in your hands with about five inches of topsoil (tasty). we got trapped in thickets of seemingly dead brush and tried to climb on top of it and crawl under it. we wandered through empty creekbeds and routinely toppled rocks ontop of each others feet (oops)... but what was really interesting is that we didn't go in a straight line- we couldn't. the ways that worked for one of us didn't work for all of us. sometimes in a particularly sticky situation we would all be able to climb through the same open hole in the brush, but for the most part we had to find our own way through- just keeping each other in sight and talking about how ridiculous the situation we had gotten ourselves into was... and it was. and i got poision oak which covered most of my body. which stayed with me through coachella. but at any rate- this little excercise in why it's easier to take the beaten path taught me that you can't expect that other people's way through life can be your way through. i can't continue to believe that anyone else knows my abilities, strengths and weaknesses better than i do. no one knows what's right for me but me. i can't continue to listen to anyone else's ideas. because my brother will never want anything more for me to come home and live near him and work a crap job i don't like just like him and keep his drowning soul company in a church that preaches crap niether of us believe in any more. my grandmother will never want anything more than for me to be with her, and as she knows nothing but conformity, that's all she'll want for me. and my koia, my sweet sweet love... she wants what's best for me but she also wants me to be with her. no one can be trusted to advise me... the only times i listen are when people say that life's hard and general things along the lines of "the man sucks"... empathy i can deal with. yeah. this being an adult crap- it sucks... i don't wanna do it, and niether does anybody else. but this is my life, and i'm gonna do it my way, even if i fuck it up a bit.

Back to LA LA LA LA

beth — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 23:57:41 GMT

so. i am back in LA and now i finally have friends on tribe- how weird! AND ALL OF YOU ARE IN OREGON. sadness. The state was gorgeous and the state of mind was clear. everyone i met seemed to open me to a new extra-ordinary possibility of the universe as i came upon the absolute grand realization that there are as many realities as there are conciousnesses to create them. i have just received photographic evidence that my experiences (well some of them) were in fact real. i was there touching and kissing and loving you all and if you met me when i was drinking i probably touched and kissed you more than you wanted. my bad. anyway, all my love to all of your hearts!