laundry list #31

Haven't written in a while and not in a mood to be maudlin just for the sake of writing something like a writer. Just gonna write what's up:

Went to Kim's dance rehersal last night, the rehersal for the Bishop Desmond Tutu. Moses, Georgia, JHO, Diana and Janelle all went. I was going to take a great Breakfast Club photo of them and the battery was dead.

ASL class has been scattered this semester. A little disappointing. It started out so well. Maybe next semester go back to beginner ASL with a whole new cast? Maybe Jon wants to pick up the continuers.

Jon stayed home and cleaned today! We ordered a bunch of household appliances and small things to modernize a little, straighten up a little. Felt good to neaten up the clock workshop area, get rid of the cheap cd rack, move the cd/tape player.

WNHP sales: expected more sales from the writers. Perhaps at the reading in January. Never heard from Avocado, Parcell, there was another one... it looks great though and it looks like I will have some good writers for the next one, too.

I've been a very good friend supporter of seeing friend's shows. Both Janelle and JHO are playing and recording up a storm. Jaime's band is having a cd release party at the end of January (which I'm planning to attend). I can't believe how uninterested in listening to, playing music, wanting to be in a band, etc I am. I know there's profound effects on my life as a result, some things lacking because of it, yet, I feel a great definateness about the removal of music playing.

I have learned that because of my tinitus, I cannot listen to any loud music or sounds, even music not going through a PA without earplugs. I had a scare last night where the ringing fired up super loud in the normal ear. It was at a different pitch than the other and for about 4 minutes I was scared shitless because well,
Then that's the end. But it went away. But how long? Is this my future? And the ear plugs can be painful.

Jon and I waiting for the Christmas Cruise to come through.

I ordered a double order of clock parts and am ramping up for six really cold dates at BIM.

I am finally getting paid to interpret for RMA now that I no longer find it interesting.

I still never have anyone on any given last minute to go to nonsense events with andf my boyfriend is still deaf.

Today I ordered the following books from the library: no one belongs here more than you and way of the world as recommended by jho.

I haven't played poker in several months.

clocks for sale

www.lasuperette.org
brooklyn indie market (BIM)
Indie Collective

OBAMA WON

Eight hours ago when I voted and it was still light out, I felt gloom and apprehension. Despite what Obama supporters here in NYC said about being ahead in the polls, I wasn't going to be disappointed when McCain somehow won. I pictured the apocalyptic doom and riots in the streets when McCain was declared winner due to voting fuck-ups and schemes that skewed votes (another Florida) and I would stand above them all, saying well I knew it would happen. When I went to my polling station and was ready to cast my ballot (oddly at 3:30pm I went right in. I know some people waited hours to vote), the attendant who pulled the curtain discovered that the person who voted right before me had not completed the process. In NY that means pulling the red lever to the right, throwing the switches for the ballot, then pulling the lever to the left. Their vote then did not count. That's when I thought, shit, I could have voted twice. I imagined sniffing out extra opportunities to vote, like when you scan pay phones and video poker machines for coins in the slot return. The sneaky, shifty way with hands hitched in pockets you look for extra money, because fuck, it's there, shifty and there for someone so why not you. Like America. Like I'm not accustomed to going with the grain. To celebrating with an entire city, state, country. And yet by 9pm, it took that long, but I could see that in fact, Obama was going to win and we would not be fucked this time. Millions of us on the left suddenly being right, rights upheld, righteous action, right on!

For one evening and maybe one day, I can believe in Americans. This is a miracle.