Saturday, December 17, 2022

Sitting is the new smoking, or why our dad always has been so slim

(dictated via speech to text, which mean errors are to follow! does anyone else think the creators of voice typing are germanic, due to the system's excessive noun capitalization?) we have had a free little library outside our pad for a couple years now, & it's gotten pretty battered by the elements, but it endures as a local mini-fixture. the current one, just a big box I painted with waterproof coating, is the second iteration since a former sponsee of mine ran over the 1st one, then tried to hit & run, but James was standing at the fence watching as it happened.... anyways, sometimes we get the most interesting books dropped off, and one I have kept on the breakfast table pile intent to read has proved to be pretty damn interesting. the metabolic Factor by Jonny Bowden, turns out, is a modern classic of nutritional advice. on Amazon it's going for 45 to 200 plus bucks. wow! who would have thought.

the scary chapter from yesterday was about how toxins have been endemic in American bodies since around 1955, when chemicals from pollutants, agricultural products, and the s*** they put in our food and body products reached threat level midnight, as Michael Scott might say. this morning's chapter explains why our dad's always been so thin. he is always in motion, but he does not really exercise and never has. yet he has the same body weight at age 81 as he did in high school and few health troubles for a man of his vintage. here we go, the shortened chapter for you to enjoy.

chapter 12, pathway number 5, movement: more effective than exercise at burning fat?

most people don't understand why I distinguish movement from exercise. they Wonder: what's the difference? great question. after all, how is walking briskly to the bus different from walking briskly, or jogging around a track? how is lifting groceries different from lifting weights? after all, your biceps don't know if you're curling dumbbells or milk jugs. let's think of exercise as a specific type of movement. it's a structured planned event with the distinct goal of stimulating the metabolism for some defined benefit: burn fat, build muscle, get faster, get stronger, or train longer. climbing the stairway up to the lobby of your office building is movement. using the StairMaster at a challenging level for 20 minutes is exercise...

movement is just what you do in the process of living... all that [daily movement] is what researchers call NEAT: non-exercise associated thermogenesis. and it's an often ignored but crucial part of your fat burning metabolism [and health improvement]. NEAT Burns a whole lot of calories.To be exact, it burns a whopping 200% more calories than you burn when you spend 30 to 45 minutes at the gym exercising. that's exactly why people who walk and move a lot are thinner and healthier than those who don't, including those who exercise. in fact it turns out that this kind of movement is a huge component of total daily energy use, i.e., calorie burn. NEAT doesn't just include walking around, but all the moving you do during your day. standing up, sitting down, fidgeting!, typing on your computer, even tossing in your sleep! there's research that compares people who exercise for 30 minutes every day but who sit for most of the day with people who have a high daily level of activity just moving around but don't actually do any structured exercise. in terms of health and fitness, those who move around a lot do far better than the gym rats.

[crucial part for me:] the amount of calories you burn through NEAT is dramatically impacted by eating and exercise. the less you eat and the more you exercise, the more the body compensates by decreasing calorie burn from NEAT. that's that law of metabolic compensation for you again....if you're not taking NEAT into account then you're missing the boat. it's probably the most important contribution to your daily calorie burn, right after your resting metabolic rate, rmr, which is the number of calories it would take to keep you alive just laying around all day in a flotation tank.

this is one of the reasons why policy makers suggest walking 10,000 steps per day. and this time the policy makers got it right. 10,000 steps a day is one way to guarantee that we move more in the way that our naturally thin ancestors did. ...

by all accounts, more people do structured exercise today than at any other time in history of mankind, yet despite this, the average man or woman today is far heavier then those of past generations. this makes no sense at all, until, that is you look at the actual statistics on movement. [crucial part again!] our ancestors moved all day, every day. research shows that our hunter-gatherer ancestors walked from three and a half to more often 10 miles every single day, often carrying babies and hauling gear in the process. in contrast, modern men and women sit for 95% or more of their waking day.

... a rash of research has shown recently that inactivity may be the biggest risk factor of all for diabetes and heart disease, two of the end stage consequences of a damaged metabolism. in one study... researchers showed that movement was a far better predictor of health than either moderate or even intense physical exercise. in other words, sitting all day long and then going for a vigorous 30 minute run was not nearly as effective for health and metabolic function as just getting up and moving more in your daily life... jogging for 12 mi a week was not much different than walking for 12 miles a week from a weight loss perspective, and both dramatically enhanced cardiovascular health.

if you're wondering how that could possibly be so, consider the fact that numerous studies have shown that intense exercise, while perfectly healthy, can nonetheless cause compensatory reactions that increase hunger and cravings, which work against the very goals you're trying to achieve. in fact, this discovery led the great science writer, Gary taubes, to write a piece for New York magazine... the subtitle of which was why most of us believe that exercise makes us thinner, and why we are wrong.

[crucial part again:] some believe this effect is mediated by the stress hormone cortisol. intense exercise causes high levels of cortisol, which can have a number of damaging effects that are not typically seen with low intensity movements like walking.... and exercise doesn't make you immune from the damage. see, there's a difference between too much sitting and too little exercise. even if you exercise every day, you don't get a free pass from the metabolic consequences of extended periods of sitting. exercise May well be the greatest anti-aging drug on the planet, but it doesn't totally wipe out the damage done by spending 8 hours a day in a chair. even marathoners are not exempt. runners who sit for long periods of time when they're not training also have an increased risk of disease and death.

that's because the metabolic consequences of extended sitting are significant. the muscles go silent, metabolism slows, and the rate at which you burn calories drops to about one calorie per minute. your fat burning enzymes begin to drop. within as little as 24 hours your body is less able to use insulin effectively. you become less sensitive to insulin while your insulin resistance increases. and insulin resistance is a Hallmark of obesity and diabetes. in one study, sitting for two straight hours increased the glycemic response to a standardized meal by over 45% when compared to 80 minutes of sitting and 40 minutes of very light intensity walking. that means that the group that sat for 120 minutes had a clinically significant increase in metabolic risk simply because of an extra 40 minutes of sitting. ...if you sit for extended periods of time, you're taking some points out of your health Bank account., no matter how many deposits you make with healthy lifestyle choices.

the following suggestions [revealing the target reader to be an office-dweller of means!] will minimize the withdrawals: one, stand up for a minute or so every hour. two, take a walk to the water fountain. three, if you're on a plane, walk to the back of the plane at least once every hour or two. four, at your desk try sitting on a balance ball which constantly engages stabilizing muscles. five, walk up a flight of stairs. six, do some casual stair squats for a minute once every hour or so. remember, the whole point is to interrupt the extended period of sitting as frequently as possible.

Sunday, October 16, 2022

kind, truthful, necessary

just wrote a big dispatch about this dumb bird that keeps pecking the window & somehow that morphed into writing about the horrifying fact that the jeffrey dahmer netflix series is #1 with viewers which means children are watching it, & i know that bc one of my 5th grade students mentioned it, & that is just scary & sickening to consider. tho when i was little, i was drawn to the muerte magazines at the panaderia we'd walk to down on baker & sumner in east bakersfield. hmmmm.... anyways, i don't think i should go into all the hand-wringing detail about all of that, it's not necessary, so the post is going to oblivion. and how are you? today it is beautiful on frazier mountain. our "new ward" (as dad calls him) is lewis, who had been at shelter on the hill for over 6 months. he is very old & very cute. we wanted a puppy, but the puppy was a spazz & she would've mowed mom & dad down when they visited, & she was immediately adopted by someone else, anyways, so we took sweet little lewis, who, it turns out, is a texas heeler. we renamed him joe louis, of course. penny isn't sure about him, but it's worked out excessively well, considering. james says we "dodged a bullet" not getting joe louis in his youth bc as his little personality has come out, we realize he would have been hell on wheels, were he still young. he sneaks food & broke through the dog door & for a while liked to walk up behind the cat & snarl, causing the cat to fly in the air like a cartoon figure. he has a raspy bark & doesn't vocalize except to grunt & snuffle like a pig. maddy remarked, "maybe he was raised with a pig." he likes to hide in corners, like on top of my clothes in the closet. we absolutely are in love with this little old guy. did i say he is adorable? there goes that darn stupid bird again. i think it's a warbler. i thought maybe it was pecking at bugs, which seemed intelligent (wait in the nearby tree, hiding, then jump out & eat a bug off the window), but james says the bird thinks he sees another bird in the reflection of the window. so the bird just is dumb. a bird brain, in other words. that's all for now. i hope i get the motor bike for james today & that we get the dogsitter off rover.com & therefore get to go to vegas for our 10th anniversary & buy the army tent that will be a sauna. and i hope somehow kids don't see the jeffrey dahmer show.

Sunday, October 09, 2022

death and...

i just did our damn taxes. late, but w/one wk to spare. dear god!!!! why?!?!?!?! i'm not an outlaw like aunty rita & uncle henry, who didn't pay their taxes for yrs... should feel relieved, but i'm just exhausted!!!!!! what a pain in the a**!!!!!! that is all for now except that i have lost 10 lbs & we did get our little old man, joe louis page, arthritic canine extraordinarius, or as dad called him as they stopped thru en route back from angie's bd at the coast, "your new ward."

Saturday, August 27, 2022

hello!

-i haven't blogged in some time, so will check in now. am looking at how to build a boulder retaining wall. interesting stuff! there are lots and lots of rocks and boulders around here, but i don't have a skip loader or anything like that, so need to think on it some more. railroad ties would be dramatic, but they're not common to locate. -anyways, mama gave me this computer w a larger screen, so it's nice to use tho it's old & slow. i was shocked by how many old photos are on here of us all, seeing how everyone's aged in 10-12 yrs, realizing tho i don't have my looks much anymore, i'm much more satisfied with how life is now. but man, we had some adventures! i wouldn't changed anything.
-school has resumed & i really enjoy being a kindly cornball there. i know every kid's name & walk the halls greeting & hugging, even. it feels just fine to be warm & friendly w them all. our school is the prettiest you've ever seen, an old mission-style complex nestled right beside fort tejon, with mountains and blue skies all around. every day i drag my lazy butt out of bed & get to work & then am reminded of how lucky i am. -tomorrow's a gig at malainey's with lee campbell on drums. that will be super fun! the one show w lee went really well. everyone was comfortable & happy. looking fwd to it. -last night we watched trainwreck, a doc about woodstock 99. what an aptly named picture. am reminded of a quote i read yesterday: "american life is unbounded promise and hypocrisy, faith and greed, new spectrums of joy and self-doubt, freedom enable by enslavement. all of these things at once." (my dad & curt cobain, hua hsu, new yorker aug 22 2022) & that leads to a profile of the biden family i just read in that same new yorker issue. biden sr (biden's dad) told his family little of his life, having had a history that recalled (for me) that of bill wilson: striving for fortune, hit by the depression, alcoholism, illegalities, madness, disappointment. i am moved by families blighted by addiction, like mine is, like my life has been, like james's has been. and i was moved to read biden has been sworn into office for the past 50 years using a bible that belonged to his "aunt al," the wife of his dad's best cousin. joe's mom would go pick aunt al up every day & she would sit on the left side of the couch, & then every evening, his mom drove her home. their loyalty toward aunt al remained, but the families in general by that time had called it quits. too many sad & difficult days. - in the article, a child of the cousin's family concluded, "they ended up in the white house; we ended up in the trailer park." families are complicated. i loathe some of mine, avoid others, am wary of a few, yet love & cherish many. i would lay down my life for some. that bible still means sometime to joe, & i'm not religious, but i understand. - well, this has been my boring entry. certainly lots more has happened, my trip to texas, the end of summer, stepwork, better health, but that's it for now.

Sunday, July 17, 2022

go see Elvis. now.

https://ew.com/movies/elvis-austin-butler-cover-story/
I was surprised when James said he wanted to see this because judging from the trailer, it looked bombastic and embarrassing, at least to me. The young actor didn't look enough like Elvis, Tom Hanks's prosthetics looked clownish, and the use of anachronistic music and vulgar style just seemed so gross. So we went and saw it and all I can say is, go see it. It is an American tragedy and the sensory overload-style well-reflects the story of a beautiful god-touched-down-to-Earth who lost his life, swallowed by fame and the greed of his handler. Austin Butler was uncanny as Elvis in voice and physicality, excepting those moments in closeup early on, creating disconnect because he did not resemble Elvis (but who ever has?). In retrospect, I think it was important to give the audience those moments of disconnect because otherwise the movie was submergingly overwhelming. Tom Hanks's clownish makeup really was appropriate because the colonel was a clown, a snowman, a con man of the circus. All the anachronistic stuff, well it was secondary because the movie was about emotion, not verisimilitude. So what I realized was that everything makes sense once you see the movie. My only remaining complaint is that the casting director could have done a better job of finding actors who resembled the real people such a Sam Phillips and Vernon Presley. Overall, Elvis 2022 was a devastating shock and a total movie-going experience. I was blubbering at the very end with the final reveal of the real Elvis, bloated but still beautiful and ruined by the world. James walked out to go to the bathroom at that moment so I couldn't see if he took it that hard, but he too thought it was quite a film.

Monday, July 11, 2022

one more sober trip around the sun + fun in the casa

a nice man i knew used to say something similar to the former (above) about his birthday, but i use it to explain that on july 4, i celebrated 27 yrs without illegal drugs or alcohol. in somewhat celebration, we made these home videos. the 1st one is insane & brilliant. https://www.facebook.com/jamesandjenny.page/videos/1006756236698680/... we have been playing blasters songs together, so the next video is that. we both have the blasters´ catalogue in our dna alongside chuck berryÅ›, so it is just a matter of getting the fingers to cooperate. (so glad i have completed all of my home projects so that my fingers can heal.) (they were not healed in this video & in fact got stuck a few times. ow!!!) https://www.facebook.com/100004546745776/videos/1056121651946644/... james does hank wms extraordinarily well since he so deeply feels the lyrics. here is an example: https://www.facebook.com/100004546745776/videos/528440612397367/... lastly is a frank stokes song which i was told we do in the piedmont style, tho that is accidental (but cool to learn). https://www.facebook.com/100004546745776/videos/1165649637550138/... the videos merited an enormous number of positive social media comments as did the real-world gig the other eve, which we did with lee campbell on the drums. it was an outside party but went extremely well. the band was happy & played so solidly, it was not at all like lee had been off as jamesÅ› drummer for over 20 yrs. adding to the good was that the hosts provided a stage AND shade, unheard of in my experience when playing in someone´s yard. i could not have been happier unless we somehow had a teleporter to get us quickly back to our mountain home afterward bc we were so exhausted after playing a full night after so much time off.... that was a very long & cumbersome sentence, but oh well. ok, time for beddy-bye. this has been my low-key entry. may all be good in your world.

Thursday, June 30, 2022

twiddletwiddletwiddle & starting over

sitting here for a bit twiddling my thumbs waiting on a few possible return calls/emails. might not get them! i understand if i don´t. we´Äºl see what happens! ... we went to taft to register the beast of a camper van. it was hotter than blazes. james had not been there since we went to rosco´s funeral. rosco was a great human, a funny, kind-hearted guy disguised as a dirty old man. he was important in our lives long ago, & important to james as a friend! he used to set up james´s shows at the oasis, an atmospheric, drunken hole-in-the-wall w/a large neon sign & ¨secret¨ back room said to be from prohibition days ... initially, our trip kind of sucked w/sad feelings about how rosco & the oasis, too, were no longer there & how it was so dang hot, waawaaawaa, grumblegrumblegrumble.... but then we took a minute to start the day over & almost immediately the tide turned! we wandered into the neatest junk store & found out from one of the storeÅ› proprietors that the oasis has reopened! we bought neat junk! then we finally went to eat at asian experience, a restaurant touted by ¨that douchbag¨ guy fieri on tv (we walked in & james pointed, ¨thereÅ› that douchebag!¨ at the big pic of the slickly famous chef on the restaurant wall). i´ve wanted to eat there for a decade, so now we´d get to see what the fuss was about! we shared a garlic pizza that was about the best i´ve ever had in california. the crust definitely was brick-oven-baked!... taft now has a nice grocery outlet, so that was the next stop. we were able to get all kinds of goodies at about half the price of the big supermarkets. :) the drive home was lovely, long shadows falling on the golden mountains & hillsides, fields filled with fruit & nut trees... so there is something to be said for starting the day over bc in this case, it truly worked.

Saturday, June 25, 2022

bumbumbumbumbumbumbumbum

-we just sat together & played music on various instruments for quite some time. it started when i dusted off my old kay guitar to attach to it this gadget that arrived in the mail. i thought it would allow me to press a button & play full guitar chords, but it doesn´t. all it is is a panel with buttons that affixes to the guitar neck & instead of using your fingers to make the chords, you push the buttons. so it really does not do much. oh well!... but the guitar was out, so i was in a strumming/picking mood & unbagged my bass, which hasn´t been out to breathe in years. james played his resonator & i the bass & he sang & i backed up on vocals, then we switched to harmonica (him) and me (keyboard piano). and now we are done but it was sure fun, clams & all. can´t wait til he finishes the basement studio so we can have the drums & bass always hooked up & we can play down there any time we want without having to break everything down at the end like we do now. (he´d be happy to leave it all out, but i like the house to be tidy. we run a fine line here between funky eccentric palace of curiosities & hoarder dump.) yes, to have a house studio will be wunderbar. before that, i likely will have my homemade sauna ready, least i hope it will be. what fun it is to work on all of these projects. what fun life is at this moment. even with horrible news in the world. we can make a difference in the lives of those around us, just being who we are. my difference can always be positive now with my head full of 12 steps & body nearing 27 yrs clean & sober. james´s difference can be positive, making people love & laugh & thrill to be near him or negative, making them wish they´d never been born when he pounds the living crap out of them. but he only does that to those who cross him bad, or those who hurt the innocent. in that sense, i am married to batman. mixed with mel blanc. mixed with mike tyson. mixed with the coolest rocknroll american music singer-player i know. james.... - lately i´ve been exercising too much, resulting in less blubber but terrible headaches, so iḿ gonna go rest for a bit... ¨-when i see the many, i cannot act. when i see the one, i can.¨ - paraphrasing mother teresa, this quote applies to us all. may we act for the greater good by doing good to those we meet on the road of life. badumpdump.

Saturday, June 18, 2022

yumyumyumyumyum

... food, glorious food, to quote a tune from my earliest favorite movie, oliver, from the novel by the great social activist-writer & performer charles dickens... i am very lucky because unlike oliver twist & unlike far too many on this earth, i often get to enjoy good meals. am reading a book called $2 A DAY. many ppl do not get to have the food choices i have, or maybe that you have, if you are reading this. it is a startling, gut-punch of an eye-opening read, highly worth grabbing, if you see it. have had to take it in small sections bc the book's info steals one's breath & haunts sleep, the way tragedy does. ... yesterday we mealed with the gia family at a posh place near the kern river canyon. its entry featured the largest wrought iron chandelier i've ever seen, a stunning killer of a thing. the walls were adorned with lovely art, particularly a california impressionist painting of now i can't remember. the service was glacial. niece maddy said, rich ppl don't rush. i don't know if that's true. i've thought rich ppl want what they want, when they want it, & they get it. maybe she means europeans. that's what classy papa said as we exited, about 90 mins after the meal started: instead of, my god, your service was terrible, i'm never coming back here again, he smiled & said, you're giving diners the european experience, letting your patrons take their time & not feel rushed while they eat. yes, dad was super happy with the whole thing. he wanted james to try to get a gig there & even brought it up to the proprietor, but james kept catching my eye & mouthing "no." "i would be fired before we finished the first set," he said, & i realized james the blue comedian blues shouter, yes, this tidy chichi low-energy spot of giant windows with rolling vineyard views & politely coiffed country clubbers sipping wine, no, that's no spot for f-bomb king james, the baudy sorceror of sound, nor for me since i don't wanna be anyplace he is not accepted. ... he & maddy both ordered the same dish & their food was not good, but my tacos were one of the yummiest dishes i've ever had. the order was a risk because the name was gross: mushroom & onion tacos. yech. but from the first bite, the tacos were pure succulent umami flavor, shockingly delicious. i had to refrain from groaning with pleasure with eat bite -- they were that good. ... today we sailed, then stopped, then sailed in the accordion formation that is socal traffic, heading for sister sherri's in north orange county. we had such a great day! staying married this long has made for the best life i've ever had. james regaled with story after story, & we sang & air-played along to chuck berry, making googoo eyes as we barked & yelled out our favorite song lines & loudly sang the solos, even, a team in our chuck berry knowledge & fervent fandom. today was yes, the most fun ever one-dayer with james! ... sherri & ben took everyone to sizzler where i again got tasty food, especially the vegetable-heavy salad topped with raisins & sunflower seeds, then splashed with oil & vinegar. sizzler's cheese toast was just as salty-fatty delicious as i remember. the best part was, i got to order from the sr menu so my portions were reasonable. i always make sure i order the cheapest item, no matter who pays. they might not know, but i do. i'm lucky that way, knowing pretty certainly that i will have another meal coming. so i do not have to take advantage of anyone who buys me a meal, & i never will. ...i've taken advantage of people in other ways, of course, but i'm working on making up for those sins & errors. i will at least not commit them today, & if i watch myself, tomorrow, either. one more delicious item to eat: at michoacana ice cream in bakersfield, they sell not just food items like mouth-watering tortas, but paletas, which you must know are creamy mexican popsicles. last week i ordered a PISTACHIO paleta, crammed with chunks of the nuts, absolutely wonderful, & as i turned to leave, noticed they also sell paletas made with pecans... and pine nuts! --- here is a nice pic of james that dad took at the chichi restaurant. i had been crying all morning (it happens about every 9 months or so) & don't look so good, but he sure does, so i publish it here.

Wednesday, June 08, 2022

gradgiation

...this eve our 8th graders gradgiated, and it was the nicest ceremony ever! i was able to fully enjoy each moment without worrying about stupid varying neurotic bothers such as what people were thinking of me (they weren't). the kids! their speeches, their happiness, their dreams, their trepidations, their nervousness, their smiliness, their lovely formal clothings with gorgeous dresses & gigantic heels & tennis shoes & ties & even a suit, their appreciation of teachers & especially corey (our boss): it was all just-right, heart-warming, kinda-moving, bigtime happy-making. i was mighty glad to be a part... then i came home, ate 10 lbs of cereal, & went on zoom to meet my sponsor. she was too tired to get together which was a good thing bc my makeup had melted & been eaten away along w the raisin bran. what had left the house looking like a somewhat-glamorous & together middle-aged woman now resembled bozo the clown... one more day of work! meantime, james might be embarking on a new career on the same day i end mine for the school year. my hopes for him are high! he is talented, gregarious, genuine (even when being a weirdo goofy manic ham). i believe in him! he can do whatever he puts his mind to. my man!... ok, goodnight for now :D

Sunday, May 29, 2022

flipflopflipflopflipflop

- i inherited dad's tendency to overresearch a thing, then discard it. we got the camper van, from a broad-smiling fellow in rosedale who actually said, "aren't you jenny angel?" and turns out he had seen us when we opened for coco montoya... & used to go to dusk devils show. what?!?!? james was very enthusiastic about the camper van. i liked it at the time. but now i don't want it. but we have to try to like it, so we will take it for a trip when the cat is better. this past week, we were told he either has a bad infection... or cancer. cheese and crackers. he seems to be improving after yesterday having a walking dead eyeball that made me gag when i saw him. maybe something bad inside him ruptured & is leaving him. i hope. - made 2 flyers this week, first for the band, then the guest drummer, david wulfekuehler, got sick, so we had to cancel, then james decided he & i would do the show, so here are the two flyers, since i made them & i think they are cool.
- we just put a bunch of stuff on facebook marketplace to sell, so you should go look. some items already are getting a bite. at our antique spot, we are the #2 sellers. i am happy with this since i don't think we'll stop bringing home junk, so it's nice to have a place to put it besides in our house. right now james is on a ladder putting up my weather vane, which i got from our friend when we helped her clean her yard & an old shed made of a fishing boat bottom. i think james will be bringing that home next week, too. yipes! this morn he also brought home a 300 lb alien statue he named zabar. he had shown me the darn thing before, in its artist's front yard. so i guess he was putting down payments on it, then a friend of his from down south showed up in town & bought it for him. zabar was paraded down the main street during yesterday's car show, & now he is in our yard, sculpted from a giant log "from the day fire," said his creator, who is a stained glass expert & who told a story of making a rare-gem clock face that was installed at michael jackson's creepy palace. zabar's eyes are abalone & he gleams like a beautiful lizard. james was hugging him, so i guess i will have to learn to love him, too. - also need to learn to love that our house is starting to look like fred sanford's junkyard. tho we hope we eventually will have a roadside attraction. i hope it won't end up looking like the home of insane hoarders. time will tell! - we are heading for the city soon to stay in a hotel with a pool, gym, & breakfast. that way we can go to the movies, since there are no theatres here. (downside of rural living: not many amenities.) so back to the music, the show, well, it was, from a musical standpoint... interesting. i need a new amp & james needs to get his basement studio done so we actually can practice regularly. the audience, however, was very positive. a young man said, at the end, "your voice is soft, and then you unleash that growl on us and we all go whoah! where did that come from?" that was a truly-cool compliment! - our amps & instruments might not've been up to par in my mind, but james's voice sounded strong & mighty, & mine sounded good, too, on a few songs. i especially love when we do blasters tunes so i can play a semblance of gene taylor's (r.i.p., friend) solos. we both know those records so well, it's natural. we can do it. and those songs are stomping! ... i hope we can get our combo going again under its new name. can't wait for school to be out so we can work on it. i really love the kids at our school but can't wait for it to be over for summer. - i think that's it. better finish packing & give the animals their medicines. bye for now.

Sunday, April 24, 2022

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this is the latest obsession. i think for me & much of the united states. the prices on them are through the roof. likely bc so many ppl need a place to live these days. we want one so we can travel with both pet children. yes, i said it! that is where we are: middle-aged folks with grown spawn (well, his, mine are step-spawn, dear step-spawn boymen), so the animals are our in-home loves. i finally finished the back porch project & now itÅ› like a little rm. james said cozy. i sit out there w/the animal children while he snores inside. we were supposed to practice yesterday but i obsessed over vans & he over his many obsessions, so we didn´t. we did go get a burger & sit in the shade by the interstate watching all the life in cages flying by. then we went looking for an abandoned stone hut i espied online after not having been able to locate it for 10 yrs. i saw it when i was looking for houses up here, long ago, a mysterious little crawlspace full of someone´s long-gone life, but since then have lost track of its location. we drove & 4-wheeled up butt-clenchingly steep & narrow winding rds, parked & hiked up to an alpine-smelling-feeling point, looked inside a different house than the one i sought, finally gave up to go home & weed-whack/obsess. but i think iḿ going back to look today bc i studied more maps & see where we turned on the wrong road... 7 wks left of school & i hope we can get that campervan soon so we can travel unlimitedly w the animals (gas is sposed to go down, did you hear?). life will tell... life, o life, as you fly by, i hope i will always be toujours gai (mehitabel). i hope i can keep doing some good in this little life, keep on trekking... the foe-toe is from the last show i played w/james & co, & that joint was packed! some women started throwing roses at me. throwing them! so i did this, & a nice man took this cool pic.

Saturday, February 19, 2022

byoodyfull!

isn´t this a gorgeous poster??? we got to go to this several yrs back, pre-pandemic. it got rained out!! however, we got to see henry gray play at a downtown pub-restaurant with thrilling atmosphere & memorably delicious meal... this yr we can´t go bc the fest doesn´t coincide w/my school break, but we WILL be back!! ... james is in the back quarters of this place laughing his head off. iḿ not sure if itÅ› w/people on the oculus (he trash talks w/a crew that meets to play immersive call of duty) or the toothsome young man who just laid the paver floor for the shed. he is the son of a fb friend; when he arrived, he said he was jamesÅ› fan & had seen us play several times. a nice fellow! and he has 12,000 records! i sort of slobbered w/envy when he said they are stored in various places on their 5 acres in lockwood valley... oh well; i know that 0.38 is enough acreage for us bc we would just fill more space with more junk! ... i´ve been battling an ear infection, but took some medicine today & managed to do a few hrs of yardwork. my sponsor is kicking my butt w/making my amends list. many of the ppl on it i thought, oh, i don´t have to make an amend to HIM/HER, but nooooo. i am going to be busy in the next month or so, eating crow. james says he will accompany me, so that will make it easier. thank god i´ve stopped being such an as*hole. maybe won´t have to do so many amends in the future... we were going to go to an art opening tonight. imagine! around here! turns out david gordon, former pres of arts council of kern and an astounding california impressionist painter, opened a gallery at the outlets near here. we happened upon it the other day, we 4 gias plus maddy niece. what an eclectic, beautiful, well-appointed gallery! unusual stuff. for example, i bought postcards of lux interior as the human fly. hoowaa! if i were more spendy, & had more wall space/a bigger spread, & were living another life, i would´ve bought thousands in paintings & sculptures. oh well!... but wow! this place is so worth the visit if you are driving on I-5 south of bakersfield: bird dog galleries... you should go. i hope you do... lately between job, being sick, team body project, various aches & pains, & sobbing over step work, i´ve been watching with my honey the netflix show swap shop. it has made us long to return to the verdant south... & do more junking. we are so happy that our ¨antique¨ spot in lebec is doing so well. the owners told us we were the 2nd top seller. she told us others now are stocking their booths with more recent-era items. itÅ› great fun to now go hunting & picking items to put in our spot. itÅ› something we can do together while james´s wrist heals. after that, we can go back to stomping out the greatest sound right from the u.s.a.... well, thatÅ› it for now. time for pizza, i think.

Saturday, January 15, 2022

twiddle twiddle twiddle twiddle twiddle

waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting bc this was the 1st yr we had pros do our taxes, so of course they got snafued. i got a paper months & months back stating i had to confirm my identity but assumed it was a scam. then the $$ never came. never came. never came. so finally i followed up. the paper was legit. so i paid a bunch of dough for someone else to do my taxes for once & this happens. then they kept refusing the pix i sent bc my phone & home pc are cheapo & have poor camera quality. so now i´ve been waiting all morn to confirm i am who i am. finally getting to it, in other words. itÅ› cold & the wind has been blowing like a banshee since yesterday. in the time i´ve waited i made a casserole, ate breakfast, at lunch, did the dishes, researched & finally ordered a shed, paid some bills, played a dumb video game, surfed the net, read an article about the stratification of society, watched videos of steven bauer interviews bc became obsessed w/him playing the moussad agent avi on the show ray donovan... found out ronnie spector passed which made me think of art fein & wonder how he´s doing? anyways, life passes by, doesn´t it, speeds by, flashes by... heading to tx in a few days to support my dearest cousin, whose husband the old bull rider, my friend jerry who believed in the creation museum & told dry nice little jokes, passed due to covid pneumonia. then my dear cousin thomas (her son, the sumo-sized boy of my heart) lost his horse general whom he´s had since age 5. so i will go to represent the entire family. and when i get home, the shed will be here. twiddle twiddle twiddle... down to the last 20 mins of waiting for irs video call... what else is new... oh; we recorded this the other night to celebrate the 12 yr anniversary of the night we met. here you go. https://www.facebook.com/100004546745776/videos/222701810045776/

Saturday, January 08, 2022

elvis elvis elvis blah blah blah stomp stomp stomp

itÅ› a bit cold here in the house, but so pleasant compared to recent icy conditions. mom & dad came to visit yesterday, so we went out the beautiful 138 and 3 points road to the old rock inn, where we think there could be a kick-a*S music fest someday when covid has left the bldg. what a nice time it was. yesterday was the day i learnt my husband longÅ› wanted to be a land owner, ¨like les & willie,¨ his irish people of decades back, so we might look at some little rural properties today or tomorrow. life is very different than when i met my man. today is the elvis show, now with a new host, & thatÅ› where i first met james in da flesh 12 years ago. 12 years!!! he is snoring away in the other room right now & life is pretty good. i got back on my happy pills, having stopped them in oct, thinking i could do w/o them, but then drenched, drowning, suffocating in thoughts of head in oven, hanging by a rope, pill od, dear stacy´s gunshot suicide, just horrible thoughts i knew were not mine but the chemical imbalance talking, it was time get back on the damned things... such thoughts are so unnatural, it must be a medical condition, so iḿ not stupid, i will treat my illness, & therefore this is how it will be, in per-pe-too-i-tee. a flock of birds just flapped across the beautiful sky, the catÅ› licking his parts in the window box before my eyes, the dog is snoring away, too, but no, here she comes: must smell food. itÅ› a good life. itÅ› a passing fancy. it´s right now, but soon gone. last week i didn´t get to go to work at all bc of a bad covid home test so it was kind of a lost week, laborare interruptus or whatever, but now i will be back on monday & my thoughts have been of should i keep going at education? should i quit & go back to music? what should i and we do? i´ve been obsessing about our house, trying to get a shed or container here on the upper driveway, selling antoine the trailer tiny home, keep paddling, keep paddling, don´t sink... i just made a band logo for what we are renaming the combo. i will place that here. we are getting old but we don´t have to get soft. we are not lux & ivy, but they were great models of staying cool, weren´t they? i think iĺl go put on my jacket.