Long Slow Surf: Swimming
October 3, 2012

One month into a one month course on swimming this much I know, I am a three stroke, same side breather. Awesome. I also know I am taking another month of lessons but we’ll get to that in a minute.

When I started writing about this adventure I mentioned my physical therapist’s ‘suggestion’ that I get a kick board to use during laps. He didn’t elaborate on the value of using a kick board and I didn’t ask what they might be. Rather, I dismissed the whole idea as boring (read: not the ‘suggestion’ I wanted to hear) and promptly forgot about it. Then the lessons started. Night one of my first round of swimming lessons began with, you guessed it, an introduction to the kick board and it’s uses in swimming practice. Perfect.

Turns out, that amongst other things the kick board when used during laps is a great way to work on ‘the core’ muscle groups. My core is awful. Always has been, actually, to be fair it is much improved thanks to my Muay Thai workouts but still…weak. So, she (my swim instructor), had me at core. Ever used a kick board during laps? It is a lot of work and not a lot of movement. In fact, if you’re not conscious of your kicks you will likely be moving backward. Awesome. In the days after lessons started and practicing began in earnest it was not lost on me how much further along my core and thus my swimming would be if I had taken the DIRECTION of starting with a kick board back in July. Whoops.

Got my first board!!!! Kick board, anyway. My ‘lazy’ swimming practices have been replaced in the last month with some measure of discipline. I bought my very own kick board, worked out my personal comfort regarding side breathing and learned my stroke count. These basic understandings of swimming and swimming practices have altered my time spent in the pool, dramatically. Laps are switched off between kick boarding and free style. Hell, lap lengths have gone from swimming the width of the pool to swimming the length. All that in four weeks.

The last month spent in lessons not only served to re-instill fundamental swimming practices for me but also brought to the forefront a few elements of this ‘surfing adventure’ that will need to be engaged sooner rather than later. I say surfing because that is the ‘end game’ but I am fully aware that the specific elements that I am engaging today are about swimming, what’s at hand are equipment, suits, weather and still more training.

Equipment

Not only did this one month of swim lessons warrant the purchasing of a kick board but also in short order my first set of goggles. These buys may seem innocuous enough but as it happens equipment purchases get pretty complicated pretty quickly. Goggles: The pair I have are Swedish style and ideal for the pool. They’re not going to cut it in open water. Just google ‘open water swimming goggles’ the 4 billion blogs, lists, rankings and reviews that comes up is staggering. And, that’s just goggles! My next purchase will likely not be goggle related at all as I already know that I need a swim cap. A swim cap! (<–Ew.) Google that shit, too. Geez-a-loo.

The point above is this, I will be negotiating a myriad of equipment purchases from open water goggles to wet suits to bigger boards in fairly short order and the task is daunting.

Suits

Swimming suits should probably come under equipment but they don’t, not really. Not yet. For now, it’s like this, there is nothing particularly functional about any of the fashionable suits I own while doing laps. NOT EVEN the one piece. As a result, sport suits have just hit my radar  and present their own path to be negotiated. Swim suits lead directly to water wear in general, it’s not all about ‘suits,’ people. These all lead to wet suits…

Weather

Wet suits lead to weather. It is October. October begs the question, are you really going to start open water swimming in the winter?????? It is possible here in the South lands but is it a good idea? I’m thinking not. I’m thinking open water swimming is on delay until the spring. Maybe by then I will have figured out which goggles and which wet suit to wear! Between now and then, I think (<–at this moment) I’m staying in the pool.

The Next Right Step

October brings with it another month of lessons. This months lessons are not meant to focus on swimming basics, well…not swimming pool basics. I have figured out through a ton of reading that there are a couple of open water basic skills that I will need to work on in a pool. First among them, dolphin diving. Second, sighting. To that end, I have signed up for another month with directions. After that, I have located a local pool that offers several hours of lane use day or night through out the week, year round. I will be getting a pass there to continue working on swimming skills during the late Fall and Winter.

Not to worry though, the ocean and boards are in my immediate future. I have resolved to spend more time paddle boarding in the coming months. If you have not paddle boarded, do. For me there is a tranquility in paddle boarding that I find in fairly short order upon paddling out. So much so that it begs the question, why do I wait so long between paddling days? Why?

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Tis that Time, Again.
December 31, 2011

If you’re in need of some amusement, feel free to review the FIVE whole blogs I managed to log this year. Five. The gaping holes in my written year lend themselves rather succinctly to outlining the kind of year I actually had. In the interest of a year-end comparative I went back to the end of 2010 to see what I had written, I wrote nothing. So there is a change! This year actually ends.

Never been a huge fan of year-ends, less concerned with new years than I am with new birthdays but I regard both with general disdain. The demarcation of time passed has always served as an opportunity to beat myself senseless over failures, rather than any kind of celebration of growth or success. In the last few days I’ve vacillated between my usual ‘look, look at what you have not done’ thought processes and the conviction that articulating any of those thoughts would be a disservice to my friends. That’s new.

If I said only one thing about 2011 and what I’ve come to understand from it, it would be this: I get by with a little (or, a fuck-ton of) help from my friends. 

This whole positive spin thing is new so in keeping with the #1 thing I learned this year, I’m gonna borrow a friend’s model. Mostly.  This post will cover 11 successes, celebrations or understandings I’ve experienced in 2011.

1.) I get by with the help of my friends. In more instances than I can count I have been carried through this year by friends in my life. I’ve shared this before but it is worth repeating, some of my closest friends can be counted among my family and it is my friends that constitute my family. Got it?

2.) I’m still standing. See, #1. In February of this year 2010 came to a crushing close. Sounds dramatic, I know. The fact remains, though. My father died in the first week of November 2010. It took weeks following his death to end his life. Arranging the funeral, sorting and filing paperwork. It seemed to me at the time that there was roughly 6842 questions that had to be answered. I can take charge of anything, just ask my friends, and I did. Then I returned home and sorted out my own life which had fallen into it’s own state of disarray. At the point that everything, everywhere was back to rights the reality of his death caught up with me. In the second week of February, I got up one morning walked the three(?) steps to the end of my bed and dropped to my knees. I hit a wall. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t get up. In the hours, then the days, weeks and months that followed that morning friends in my immediate circle saved my life, carried my weight, sorted my head and kept me going until I could stand and move on my own again.

3.) I managed to put together two years. See, #1 & #2. Thank the Great Pumpkin.

4.) This year has afforded me the opportunity to see a number of unfuckingbelievable concerts! Slash in Oregon featuring TK!!! They think they were featuring Myles and I’m glad he was there BUT that show features Todd (are you kidding me) Kerns.  Merle Haggard & Kris Kristofferson under the stars at the Greek. Foo Fighters x 3, the Forum shows were fantastic but seeing the Foos on Record Store Day at Fingerprints in Long Beach goes down as one of the most incredible shows that I have ever been to.The Golden God Revolver Awards featuring LOADED with some appearances by others like…the OG Alice Cooper band! Oh, and did I mention Loaded? Loaded at the Viper Room in April, can you say happy birthday to me?! And,to take the live music year out! BOB SEGER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have not seen Bob since 1996 and listening to him and Alto Reed in a sold out Staples Center was staggering. All of the Bullets were fantastic but Alto, shit.

5.) Orange belt. I got my orange belt in Muay Thai this year. I didn’t start at orange, of course, that’s just where I got to. In Muay Thai, generally there isn’t a belt system but the Master at my dojo was done ‘coaching’ parents on the progress of the younger students. Turns out the belt system works for me, too. It has been a measurable system of growth. Besides the pretty color scheme (Ha.) the thing about Kick boxing in general that works for me is it helps me to focus on nothing but the next step in front of me. When I don’t, it hurts. Real straight forward means of getting centered. Being focused and getting centered amounts, for me, to getting right. I never feel more together than I do leaving the dojo a sweaty, stinky, bruised disaster. I love it. 

6.) Travel. There is pretty much nowhere on this planet that I don’t want to see. I grew up in a family, in a town where most never leave. For various reasons, see #3, I believed for a huge portion of my life that I would die in that same town without ever leaving it. For that very reason, trying to out run that belief I began taking road trips at ages most kids wouldn’t. I had to. That need to travel has never left me, for some time including this last year, I’ve been in a position to direct that travel impulse. 2011 saw trips to two of my favorite places, Salem, Oregon in February and Seattle this past October. Oregon was a show jaunt with my Loaded family. Seattle a trip to see a once in a life time event featuring a life long hero. June afforded me my first travel to Europe. I got to head over to England to witness (and participate!) in my friends’ wedding! In the process got to see London and any number of sites and places that I have only ever dreamed of. This holiday season took me to the Bay Area on a couple of occasions and to the Sacramento area which I’ve not seen in quite some time.

7.) Guitar. This year saw the return of the guitar to my life in earnest. This one is still all mine for now.

8.) Books. Reading is a huge part of my life and this year there were a number of books that left their mark upon me. Duff McKagan’s autobiography, It’s So Easy and Other Lies deserves a post unto itself frankly. To say the very least it is a staggering tale of fortitude and perseverance. Susan Casey’s, The Wave: In the pursuit of the Rogues, Freaks and Giants of the Ocean was sent to me by a friend and has left me convinced that the next hobby I shall undertake is big wave surfing! Rick Riordan’s, The Son of Neptune, Book Two in the Heroes of Olympus series came out in October! Bless Riordan! His adventure series’ are some of the funnest books I’ve read. And, last though not least, everything written by Edward Bear has been read, reread, quoted and carried around with me over the course of this year.

9.) Dream Job. By the grace of a friend, I had the opportunity to see how an industry I’ve dreamed of being a part of operates. I learned more than I wanted to and less than I needed to, if that makes any sense. And, even if it doesn’t, I know that I got an opportunity to see from an inside perspective how a project evolves and that is not a place I could have garnered on my own.

10.) I’m a grown up. You might think that that one would have occurred to me sooner but you would be wrong. I figured this out, wait for it…by virtue of my friends. On multiple occasions, in recent days I have found myself dumbfounded by the unsolicited characterizations friends have made of me. To the degree that I recently declared somewhere that I hope to be the person that my friends believe I am. That’s the benchmark, right there and at some point I must have met it otherwise they would not have had reason to mention the virtues they think I posses. So, at the risk of repeating myself, I hope to be the person my friends believe me to be.

11.) New year, new birthday. This one just amuses me. I mentioned at the outset of this post my disdain for new years and new birthdays. As fate would have it I head into this new year knowing that on my next birthday Guns n’ Roses, the band that brought me to music in the first place will be inducted into the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame. A few friends and I will be on hand to witness the induction and I could not be more excited about it. Nor, would I be there at all if it wasn’t for the kindest gesture from a dear friend. Bring on the New Years.

Thank you, thank you, thank you does not begin to cover the scope of my gratitude for the friends that have brought me through this year.

Love you lots. Happy New Year!

My Week Or Yours?
January 29, 2011

“I’m late, I’m late for a very important date…”

-White Rabbit, Alice in Wonderland

 

This post is one part confessional one part prompt. I didn’t post last week after having signed on to the post a week challenge(?) just three weeks ago! Is it a challenge? Not in any public sense, at least not for me, the idea as I embraced it was to serve as a motivator to get words down on pape…er, uh on the screen. That said, who blows a challenge in the third week? Obviously, and quite naturally, my first impulse was to just throw in the towel all together. Then I thought just a moment longer and it occurred to me that I could just confess my sin post twice this week and carry on. Thus, the prompt part of this post. I missed a week. I am NOT quitting as a direct result. That is all.

quick poems: I
January 12, 2011

(Anti-intellectualism)

Chicken-or- the egg,
how would you make a better world?

Ventilate
Ideas for good
Learn how to share
Natural      Disasters

(Digital Age)

 

And the Winners are…

Life’s   new   hybrid.

rah-rah guy:   

Two hands on the ball at all times

Eyes forward even when you run sideways

Plant your foot in the direction of your target

bleeding-heart type:

Psychotic and severely un-Patriot-like

Pretty severe metrosexual

or, a weeper:

Hideous

Please understand,

In some never heard of secret training room   

Psychic symbiosis births the cult concept.

As a matter of religious obligation,

Only in reverse,

Terrorizing we men into a cultish monotone.  

Alien  

Poses as

Strength.

Alien

Poses as

A way of life.

But, Jesus, I’ll take it

ThisILove, Pt. 1
July 28, 2010

In the interest of staying busy I have picked up a couple of writing prompt books, the scope of the prompts ranges from simple 3 minute free-write exercises to multi-part complex pieces. This particular post is the result of a prompt that in anyone else’s hands would probably fall under a “simple” exercise. The deal was list 10 works of art that you enjoy. Just 10. The list (of 10) that follows has taken weeks to narrow down, spans a huge portion of my life and requires being posted in two parts. The net result however was worth the work, I think. The following are 10 ‘pieces’ of art that have shaped the very core of my being, not to put to fine a point on it. In sharing them I make only the slightest effort at conveying what each piece means to me.

ONE

 

AFD, speaks for itself. Or, it ought to leastways.

Two

The Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, CA. Growing up, I spent as much time as I could roaming the halls of this place, in complete awe of the weirdness. Weird, I love. 

 

Three

 Chewy. I am a complete Star Wars nerd. Chewy was is and will always be the moral center of that troop of weirdos and I love him still.

Four 

 Black & white. I’m a huge fan of black & white. It seems so simple. In addition, some of the most spectacular experiences of my life have occurred in the outdoors. Last, though certainly not least, I am not much of a photographer but I do love the perspective others manage to take.

 

Five

 

Music, imagination, alternate worlds (with in worlds) what is not to love about Fraggle Rock. Jim Henson was a genius.

from the stacks:June
July 28, 2010

Books Bought, Got, or Borrowed

 

Clay

-David Almond

Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India & Indonesia

-Elizabeth Gilbert

The Glass Castle: A Memoir

-Jeannette Walls

Fatherland

-Robert Harris

The Hundred Secret Sense

-Amy Tan

To Kill A Mocking Bird

-Harper Lee

 

 

Books Read

Love Is A Mixed Tape: Life and Loss, One Song At A Time

-Rob Sheffield

 Chelsea Chelsea, Bang Bang

-Chelsea Handler

Tropic of Cancer

-Henry Miller

Pompeii

-Robert Harris

Fall to Pieces: A Memoir of Drugs, Rock n’ roll, and Mental Illness

-Mary Forsberg Weiland w/Larkin Warren

Clay

-David Almond

The Glass Castle: A Memoir

-Jeannette Walls

To Kill A Mocking Bird

-Harper Lee

 

 

‘I’m late, I’m late, I’m late’ these are the words I hear running through my head. And, yet, I am actually not late. Not on this post anyway it is still July so I’ve time to get June posted. And, yet, ‘I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.’ This sense of urgency will undoubtedly shape anything I might have to say about the books above. I will be brief (I think) in the interest of getting to where ever it is that I am going next…

A word on Miller. Tripe. The book was banned relative to decency, okay, I get it. I am against it censorship and so I endorse Miller’s right to write tripe. The book is juvenile (and, yet, not suitable for juveniles!). The point, it would seem, was to reference fucking in as many ways as possible. Yes, I did pick up on all those other words as well but the sum total of all of them amounted to-who cares. I wouldn’t mind having those pages of my life back.

As for pages well spent, it had been a long while since I had read Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird and I had forgotten that it is one of those books that made me love words. I had forgotten the state of grace that Scout embodies. I’m hoping that keeping the book out front on the shelves will keep this recent reminder fresh in my mind. 

from the stacks: May
July 9, 2010

 

Books Bought, Got, or Borrowed

 

Love Is A Mixed Tape: Life and Loss, One Song At A Time

-Rob Sheffield

Ironweed

-William Kennedy

Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea

&

 Chelsea Chelsea, Bang Bang

-Chelsea Handler

Modern Baptists

-James Wilcox

Tropic of Cancer

-Henry Miller

Pompeii

-Robert Harris

Fall to Pieces: A Memoir of Drugs, Rock n’ roll, and Mental Illness

-Mary Forsberg Weiland w/Larkin Warren

 

Books Read

 

Bite Me

-Christopher Moore

Ironweed

-William Kennedy

Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea

-Chelsea Handler

The Mindful Way Through Depression: Freeing Yourself From Chronic Unhappiness

-Mark Williams, John Teasdale, Zindel Segal, and Jon Kabat-Zinn

Cultural Amnesia: Necessary Memories From History and The Arts (A-D)

-Clive James

Modern Baptists

-James Wilcox

 

Line sitting and state skipping are the contexts in which I engaged two of the readings that I got around to this month. This year’s Cinco de Mayo reading proved to be noteworthy at least in as much as I KNOW that I was reading on Cinco de Mayo. Not gonna lie, as holidays go the 5th of May has never made a huge impression on my life. That is, until this year. My May 5, 2010 was spent for the most part in line waiting for a not so secret Jane’s Addiction show! The band announced the weekend before the show that they would be hosting a surprise gig. Turns out, the show was on the 5th at the Bardot in Hollywood. By and large it was a private show that the band decided to allow 100 fans into as well.  The first 100 fans that is. In order to ensure my entry (You’ve heard Duff is in the band, right?) I arrived by noon on the afternoon of the 5th and brought with me Clive James’ Cultural Amnesia. I did NOT bring sunscreen. Huge. Error.

Cultural Amnesia is James’ endeavor at presenting a kind of autobiography.  The tome (1000 plus pages qualifies the tome status) is a collection of excerpts highlighting the politics, philosophies, arts and ideas of the times they represent, the scope of which runs the course of James’ lifetime.  Though a massive undertaking, James’ approach is so fascinating to me (cultural historian by training) that I could not have been more excited to engage the work.

In the interest of full disclosure this book is being read in pieces. Cut me some slack, it’s huge. And, not for nothing, my experience of his approach thus far is that it has a tendency to send ( me) the reader off into tangents of cultural biography that are distinctly their own. Case in point, I could not help but pause to ruminate on the fact that:

 

(from my reading journal on May 5, 2010)

I’m sitting on Vine, between Hollywood Blvd. and Yucca, reading this book which analyzes (or attempts to anyway) the convergence of voices which shape a man’s life. I am waiting to be one of one hundred fans admitted to the Jane’s Addiction show at The Bardot. This show functions as the public debut of Duff McKagan, my life long hero, as the new bass player for the group. I’m ‘resting’ my ass (Note: I’ve moved it off the concrete.) in the folding lawn chair of a guy I don’t know-who’s gone on a beer run. I’m 6 months and 13 days sober, fyi. What brought all of this to my attention were the tourists who just stopped to photograph the Walk of Fame stars in front of me. My feet have been stretched across Johnny Carson. Talk about a chorus of voices that has shaped THIS woman’s present, day and life. Damn.

It is too early to tell whether or not James will be able to pull off this endeavor as a whole. It is NOT too early to know that it has made me conscious of the spirit(s) of the age in which I dwell. I love that. Not incidentally, the book is beautifully written and James’ mastery of language is reason alone to celebrate this book.

If the aforementioned reading serves as an example of reading the right work in the right place, then my reading of Chelsea Handler’s, Are you there, Vodka? It’s Me Chelsea serves as a stark example of reading the wrong book in the wrong place. At the outset of what was to be another musical adventure late last month I found myself on a very early flight winging my way to NYC. Unable to get back to sleep, I got out Handler’s book and proceeded to lose my shit laughing on the plane. Tears, cramps and derisive glares from my seatmates are what Handler’s book got me. It’s been a while since I have read a book (or in Handler’s case books) that have kept me doubled over laughing, hers did!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Note: It’s July. If I spent another moment thinking about May I just might ‘lose my shit’ on a whole ‘nother level. Ergo, this blog while not done is due. Happy reading!

from the Stacks:April
May 5, 2010

Part of the function of this blog for me has been to let it serve as an easily navigable (is that a word?) ‘life’ journal. Not in any epic sense of the word, ‘life,’ that is! Rather, it is an easy way to document the really ‘mundane’ parts of my life, parts which in some instances I adore but routinely lose sight of. Hence, my decision a while back to include more posts about things I love. This post falls under things I Love, without question,  AND functions as the opening post of a reorganization of sorts. A reorganization of what, you’ve not asked?

Books. I’ve mentioned, ad nauseum, that I love to read. This is still true. The means by which I’ve talked about books in this blog have varied over the course of the last year and while that has been sufficient I recently encountered (Read:read) a ‘system’ of book journalling that I LOVE. So, I’m stealing it.

In his collection of articles, Shakespeare Wrote For Money, Nick Hornby organized his columns monthly into two categories, Books I’ve Bought and Books I’ve Read. After each list, he proceeded to explain the draws or detriments of each of the books he read, or, not. Actually, in any number of articles he just writes about whatever he wants to write about-the world cup, his paranoid(?) oppression by the ‘man’ (which may be more widely recognized as his ‘editors’), etc. While I can only hope to have the voice and the wit of Hornby someday I can have his system of organization, RIGHT NOW! (Well, an adaptation of his system anyway.)

Hornby has “Books Bought” and I’m guessing more disposable income than I. So, my column will be ‘Books Bought, Got or Borrowed.’ The secondary column is straight forward enough: ‘Books Read.’ I also, hereby, reserve the right to utilize a third column to mention books* that are on my ‘Radar.’ A part of my book compulsion is that sometimes books or at least the idea of certain books will attach themselves to the nether regions of my brain and then worm their way over a period of time (sometimes extended, often times instantaneously) to the fore front at which point they MUST be read. Or, at least bought/got/borrowed.

There you have it. The new book discussion layout, for me. I imagine these posts will be written monthly as it  a.)lets me off the hook for trying to keep up on book posts in real-time; and b.) ‘locks’ me into a regular routine of tracking the shi…er, books I’ve been reading.

Having prattled on about all that!

from the Stacks:April

 

Books Bought, Got, or Borrowed

 The Blue Day Book: A Lesson In Cheering Yourself Up.
     -Bradley Trevor Greive
China In The Tokugawa World
     -Marius B. Jansen
Bite Me & Island of The Sequined Love Nun
     -Christopher Moore
Shakespeare Wrote for Money
     -Nick Hornby
Scarpetta & The Scarpetta Factor
     -Patricia Cornwell
 MAO: The Unknown Story
     -Jung Chang
The Meadow
     -James Galvin
Fearless Confessions: A Writer's Guide to Memoir
     -Sue William Silverman
Cultural Amnesia: Necessary Memories from History and The Arts
     -Clive James
Around the Year With Emmet Fox
     -Emmet Fox
Vegan With a Vengeance
     -Isa Chandra Moskowitz
Slash Limited Edition Collectors Pack Magazine
     -Various Contributors
Page After Page
     -Heather Sellers
The Lovely Bones   
-Alice Sebold
 

 

Books Read

The Blue Day Book: A Lesson In cheering Yourself Up.

     -Bradley Trevor Greive

Island of The Sequined Love Nun

-Christopher Moore

Shakespeare Wrote for Money

-Nick Hornby

Scarpetta & The Scarpetta Factor

-Patricia Cornwell

Fearless Confessions: A Writer's Guide to Memoir

 -Sue William Silverman

Around the Year With Emmet Fox

 -Emmet Fox

Vegan With a Vengeance

  -Isa Chandra Moskowitz

Slash Limited Edition Collectors Pack Magazine

-Various Contributors

Page After Page

-Heather Sellers

The Lovely Bones 

-Alice Sebold

Not going to say to much on the content of any of these books as this is the inaugural post and absurdly long as it is. It should be noted that April is my belly button birthday month so several of the books I ‘picked up’ were gifts. It should also be noted that I did not include in either list program literature, i.e. Big Book, How Al-Anon Works, The 12 & 12, Courage to Change, Hope for Today or Reflections-all of which get read every month/week/day. I’ll not run the litany of the aforementioned every month but the tone of anything else I might share in a given month will relate whether or not I’ve been getting to my reading! So, there it is. Oh, and last but not least…

On Radar 

The Mindful Way Through Depression:
 Freeing Yourself from Chronic Unhappiness

-Mark Williams, John Teasdale, Zindel Segal, & Jon Kabat-Zinn

Cultural Amnesia: Necessary Memories from History and The Arts

 -Clive James

 

 

 

*Note: ‘Books’ may well be blogs, articles, magazines, etc.

 

Spring Has Sprung
April 22, 2010

Last Wednesday I turned 35. Today, I have 6 months. Last night was my first night in my new place. This morning, whether I want to or not, everything I do is getting done different.

The Happy & The Crappy: XII
March 29, 2010

File this under CRAP.

It’s March 28. Lord, it has been a brutal month. Seriously. Ease the fuck up, now. Thanks in advance for your cooperation on this matter.

There are layers of crappy in this post, fyi. One, it’s March 28th! This is the first time I’ve been well enough or functional enough or close enough to sane to try and type sentences. They may or may not be ‘complete’ sentences.

Two, back to back sinus infections. Well, no. One week on, one week off and then down again. And by down I mean can’t breath, can’t swallow, can’t SLEEP. Has been freaking fantastic.

Three, moving.

Four, credit nightmare. See,three.

Five, identity stolen. (These items are being listed in chronological order of the complete fuckery as it unfolded.*)

I’ll leave the list at that for now (by now I mean, I am so expanding on this nightmare. Possibly for months on end! YAY!) but it is only the 28th.

File this under Happy.

No, really.

In the midst of all of the preceeding garbage some really cool shit has gone down this month. Mostly in the form of MUSIC.

On the 5th I picked up my new guitar a Dean Ace Artist Cutaway Electric Acoustic. Love it.

Uh…actually file this one under weird. On 3/12, I thought,  I got to see Kristen Ward perform w/ Gary Westlake at the Taix lounge in Los Angeles. Though, I just went to double check the date and all references to the show are gone. Maybe I didn’t see them…? But, in my mind I enjoyed myself.

File this under: I have never made out with Joan Jett but I totally would. Went and checked out The Runaways flick. The film, not great. The story, fantastic.  Can not wait to get a hold of the new Joan Jett bio!

And, last though certainly not least, got plane tix and show tix to NYC to catch PJ at Madison Square Garden. Then it’s onto Atlantic City to see SLASH! Happy birthday to Me and Meadow!!!!

*I would be remiss if I did not thank/credit Christopher Moore for the oh so timely introduction of “fuckery” into my vocabulary. Thank you, thank you, thank you.