Friday, July 31, 2009

Forever


I used to go to this movie theater when I was young. It looks like hell now, but it was the coolest place to see movies--it was a real experience! I loved the staircase up to the restrooms. It was near my childhood home so it was an everyday image. I wish that it could stay there forever and turn into ruins. Centuries later people would stumble upon it and wonder its use. That is not how it goes, though. Not around where I grew up. Every goddamn piece of land must make money. The Blue Ridge Cinema was built in the 70s and closed in 1995. It sat there with its fountain-like columns lording over I-70, reassuring me every time I passed it that my childhood was not quite dead. Well, it will be demolished soon. That's fine. Whatever. My childhood has been dead for a long time anyways. I've grown up. In its place will be a new, shittily built retail center for people who have no money to spend. I guess I shouldn't worry, it will eventually go the way of Noland Fashion Square, a defunct shopping center located just a little ways down the street from the old theater. Let's keep building people!!! Shopping is more important than Green Space! All that matters is that the developers get their money. It doesn't matter that businesses will not fill the buildings being built. It does not matter that communities are surrounded by shells of wasted materials. Blight is cool.


image from dmhergert's Flicker.

matters of the heart


dkm will heal.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Toad Home!






Materials:
Small Gourd, broken, courtesy of my sweet dog.
River Rocks
Moss

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Summer Saturday Colors









The blue flower is an asiatic dayflower or commelina communis L. This is a pretty weed you may have seen in your yard. I have been meaning to find the name for this flower for awhile, but just simply kept forgetting to look it up. A cool thing about this plant is that it leaches metals from the soil and is being considered for soil reclamation in Cu mines. The asiatic dayflower is used in traditional Chinese Medicine due to its antipyretic, anti-inflammatory and diuretic effects.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Leo Sayer Friday Night

Thursday Afternoon on Friday Afternoon



July 23. 2009
2:50 pm

Just witnessed a cicada killer wasp attack a cicada.
The scene started in the tree, out of my view
I heard the cicada cry and looked up to see
two bugs descending towards my lawn.
My dog, Winston, heard and saw them too. He ran
towards the insects and thwarted the cicada
killer's kill. I tried to get Winston away for fear
of him being stung by the cicada killer.
Winston won the cicada and the cicada killer
was a good sport in defeat as it rose up to where
it came from.
I tried to get a look at it but Winston didn't trust
me and gulped it in his mouth and took off in evading
circles. He didn't stop until he swallowed it whole!

Now, I will share with you a story my mom used to tell me when I was younger and just retold to me when she called just after the exciting Cicada scene.

My mom, her sister June and Jimmy Fink went exploring in the woods near their neighborhood. They took the long driveway to The People's Church, a church that always creeped my mom and aunt out, because, you know, there are Pee-ple thehre! Waa-Ah-Ah Aaaah! The driveway went past the church and the three followed it into the woods. After a little while, they came upon a Mickey and Goofy style small round trailer in the clearing. One side of it was surrounded by a tall chain-linked fence. They walked around the fence and saw bones. Then they noticed dogs chained up in little houses. The dogs began to bark. The three were thinking, these poor dogs, when a man came out of the back door and yelled, "Hey! What are you kids doing here?" The three ran as fast as they could into the woods and collapsed in the autumn leaves. They layed low and watched as the man went inside the trailer and back out again. The three could only assume that he had grabbed a gun. My mom saw the man swivel his head wildly searching for the young trespassers. She became aware of the red shirt she was wearing and feared being seen. The man started walking towards the woods where the three hid. My mom, Aunt June and Jimmy Fink jumped up and ran all the way home.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Unicorn Dream


I actually had unicorns in my dream a couple nights ago. A unicorn with its unicorn foal (what are unicorn babies called?). Here's the dream:

The adult unicorn runs toward me. I am afraid, but the peculiar horse just swiftly rides by and takes a deep lap in the clearing. The baby unicorn comes up to me and rolls on its back to show me its tummy. I nervously look over my shoulder at the adult unicorn. I don't want it to get mad that I am near its baby. My face shows my discomfort. The adult unicorn runs back towards us and as it passes me it turns its head and gives me a cartoon look, as if saying, Is everything okay? I say, "Oh, he's fine." Then both unicorns turn into male humans with crystal blue eyes and white blond hair. They are good and polite. The adult magical man/unicorn, in reflecting on his child, tells me, "I will never finish what I started." Knowing that he is saying his life will expire before his child's, with a look of sympathy, I nod my head and tell him, "That's good."

two poems



LOOK IT UP

I look it up
I google
I moon and swoon
Randoms
That is the key
Popped in Brain?
Goes on page
Who Now?
What Now?
Where Now?
How Now?
Brown sow
Look it up
Ahh! so that's why
so and so
Yes, that's nice,
But...
What?
What the hell are you looking for?
Enlightenment?
Knowledge.
Of how our world was
And what it could be.
Why?
I want to get a feel for what I'm roaming in


NORMA NAPIER

Mining all the elements
Universe
Earth
Water
Land
Plants
Insects
Animals, et cetera
History of my human brethren
Through the ages of time
Effects we have on our home planet
the Built land, Destroyed
and built again.
Not long ago we _____.
Norma Napier
grew with these
Phases of Entertainment:
Invention of Radio, TV, Computers and
on and on
and on an' on
We are a specimen in the works.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Its It's

I finally figured out my its/it's problem. I feel so stupid, but I completely forgot which use was which. This is how I remember:
Its is possession, it snuggles its "s" close; It's does not, not to mention it's quite obvious that it is a contraction of two words. Jeesh!

I looked up "Its possessive" and found this picture:

...whose owner is Crank Sturgeon. Who is a dadaist noise art performance dude(fish?), maybe?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Summer Greenery


Squash and Oak


Poison Ivy


Mustard Green with pest, Cabbage White Butterfly Caterpillar.
(The little black thing appeared in the middle of the photo shoot. Eggs/Excrement?)

Okay, I put the caterpillar in a jar with the leaf. The leaf is nothing but the center "rib" now and there are little black "dots" and some green ones all over the bottom of the jar. The caterpillar is still alive, but has nothing to eat. I'm not sure what to do with him. I certainly don't want to propagate these pests. I haven't found any others in my herb/vegetable garden. I did find some little black eggs (I think). I plucked the leaf they were on and unfortunately, they fell into the soil. Some of my mustard greens are eaten up, but it's not too bad.
A few days later: The caterpillar made a chrysallis on the side of the jar.
A week or so later: Butterfly emerged. Found out it is a Cabbage White butterfly. It's a female--two dark dots on each wing.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Andrew W.K.

Dude, I found this youtube video on a Tumblr called Georgia is your friend. Oh! Georgia also has a funny Tumblr that I wish I thought of here. Andrew W.K. is my new favorite dude. I nearly wanted to hate him when my brother in-law played him for the first time. But since we were in the fucking frozen parking lot down in the west bottoms waiting for an arena football game it all made sense, still, I didn't stop making fun of the music. Then we went to St. Louis to see Coheed and Cambria and he put it in a-fucking-gain. I started paying attention to the words of this song called "I get wet" while a little tipsy in a four by four vehicle being masterfully manuevered in a snow storm by my husband. The song fucking cracked me up for some reason. Andrew W.K. gets "wet when [he] knows that your dying." He gets "wet without even trying." It's ridiculous! Just recently, Andrew W.K. came up in my life again, when my husband told me that he has a show or we saw the television preview for it or something, I can't remember, but then we started looking at his myspace and he has a million posed pictures of himself that are freaking hilarious. I do not get this dude and I love it. He kind of gives me the feeling that Seth MacFarlane gives me. Like, is this for real? It's all fucking good fun.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Link a carbon animal

Pink rounded thing that looks like a cartoon animal,
has black dot eyes with little white twinkles
Its 2 dimensional muzzle is similar to a seal
white circle surrounds black circle nose attached to an anchor shaped smile
a red tongue for fun

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Further on 24 Highway


Image of road in Ireland, not 24 highway.

I took to driving east on Highway 24 the spring of 1995. I was sad, lonely and jobless. Listening to a Throwing Muses tape that had The Real Ramona on one side and University on the other, I smoked weed and cigarettes and traveled through the downpours and verdant hills of that season. I first started going to Lexington. I would stop at the battlefield next to Anderson House and then made my way back home. Eventually, I ventured further and further east on 24. Driving in that part of the country reminded me of Ireland. I had never been to Ireland, but I had seen pictures and my imagination has always been wild. I wished I was in Ireland. I wished I was anywhere but in my own life.
My next favorite turnaround town became Brunswick. I thought about living there. One time I decided to discover the town a little more and turned north off of 24. I went up a steep hilled street and nearly ran into a old grave yard. I took that as a bad sign, that I was making haste during a bad situation and that living in Brunswick wasn't a smart move.
As days went on, it became an obsession to drive on 24 Hwy. Winding roads through green mossy hills in grey misty weather beckoned my lost soul. Each escape driving me further and further. My farthest distance was when I went to Moberly and instead of turning around there like I planned, I decided to drive a little more. I ended up seeing a sign that said 47 miles to Quincy, Illinois. Just seeing another state on the sign reminded me that I needed to head back home.
The best experience I had on 24 Hwy was at the bridge over the Missouri River out of Waverly. As soon as I crossed the bridge, I found that my beloved highway was no more. I would not make it to Brunswick that day. All that could be seen were a few tree tops floating in an enormous lake that drowned the highway, a silo and farm fields. I parked my car on the shoulder and walked around staring in amazement. The part of the highway that I was standing on looked more like a boat ramp as it slipped into flood waters. Old folks who were also trying to go a little further on 24 highway were turning around on the boat ramp and rubbernecking me like I was a crazy kid. I was, kind of, but when something so colossal as that has happened, how can they just turn around so quickly without at least surveying the capabilities of nature? I have a plan to someday take the original 24 Highway East all the way to the end in Pontiac, Michigan.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Route_24
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Battle_of_Lexington
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brunswick,_Missouri (home of the largest concrete pecan and has a hilarious town motto)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waverly_Bridge_(Missouri)

Monday, July 13, 2009

Uh, what?

Michael Taylor, Ex-Monsanto Dude is Food Czar. WTF?!

Info from 1994:
Jim Hightower Article

Info from 2009:
Grist Article

I wish this Administration would have picked a different Michael...




comic still

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Insect Inspect

I found this fly in my backyard. Well, actually, my dog Winston found it first. It's called a Mydas fly.





I also saw a freaking Turkey Vulture pecking at some carrion on a residential city street I frequently use! I slammed on the brakes and stared at it as it hopped into someone's front yard. I took a picture of it with my camera phone, but I don't have a USB cord to transfer it to my computer. You will have to look it up on Google Images if you don't know what one looks like. I had only observed them circling in the sky. This was my first time seeing one up-close. Its head resembles a Turkey head, thus the name.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Hi-Boy 5


I was in the fourth grade when I became a burger princess. My father set himself up to own a Hi-Boy Drive In burger joint. It was Hi-Boy 5, the fifth one in the chain of restaurants mostly owned by Jerry Mackey of "The Steamboat Arabia" fame. Recognition with Hi-Boy started when my family was younger and lived on Hocker Street in Independence, my father worked at the Noland Road Hi-Boy. I remember the cool sit-down Pac-Man video game and being surrounded by older people (who were probably teenagers) as I showed off my counting skills. They teased me because when I would get to the last of the deca, I would say, "Niiiiiiiiiiiine!" as I searched my brain for the next number.
1985 was a nice time for my family. My littlest sister was born, the Royals won and Hi-Boy 5 was doing well. My mom worked at the counter and the drive thru. One time Ratt came through the drive thru and my mom brought home an autograph for me. I really liked that "Round and Round" song..."I'll tell you why!" The autograph said "To Andi, Rat -n- Roll! Love, Ratt." Unfortunately, my mom wasn't working the drive thru at the time and had to have someone else get the autograph for me. The girl who got my autograph had Ratt sign the carbon paper used to take food orders. She took the good copy. I still have my copy, but it's really worn and you can barely make anything out anymore.
In addition to being an employee, my mom did other things for Hi-Boy. She sewed these hilarious looking smocks for the girls' uniforms that kind of looked like red and white short 1960s dresses, except they really were more 1950s with sailor collars and enormous front pockets. We always had a whole gang of them lined up together, hanging by a cord in our basement. After years of roller skating and choreographed dances in the basement when we were little, an old friend later commented on those smocks. I really wish I could remember exactly what she thought they were...I think she thought they were identical dresses for the whole family.
In addition to the go-go dress Hi Boy clothing, our wardrobe was peppered with Hi-Boy Shirts and jackets. My mom, being the type of woman, who, after kids, stopped buying clothes for herself, could be seen quite frequently at softball games, 7-11, or the grocery store hawking Hi-Boy. One particular shirt, which was red with simple white lettering declaring Hi-Boy and a star for the dot over the "i", brought out the neighborliness in people. I can't tell you how many times I heard people saying, "Hi, boy!" to my mom. My dad wore his work clothes everywhere. Red collared button snap short sleeve shirt and black slacks. To this day I can not wear the red shirt, black pants combo. No one ever said "Hi, boy!" to him. He just looked like a guy who wore red and black.
My dad started off doing his work laundry at home. If you ever own a greasy burger joint don't ever use your personal laundry machine for greasy towels and aprons. The machines stunk and every so often I would have to fish a shriveled french fry out from our clean wet clothes. The other reason is that that much grease cannot be washed out in a regular laundry machine. My dad was always tying up the washer and dryer with his work towels and aprons. I was getting ready to spend the night somewhere and needed to fluff up some clothing. Again, his greasy towels were marinating in the dryer. I threw them out of the dryer onto a stuffed chair. When I came home the next day, there were remains of something burnt in the snow. Apparently, I nearly burned the house down. The stuffed chair had a perfect circle burn on the back rest. Luckily for us, a poor babysitter smelled the fumes and called the fire department. Thankfully, the lamented chair and my dad's beloved towels were the only victims.
We had a pride in Hi-Boy. We still do. The burgers are great and they have tater tots as a side choice. They have good shakes too. I remember when my dad got the new ice cream treat called "Cyclones". They are like Dairy Queen Blizzards or McDonald's McFlurries. My dad made the poster that listed the different flavors of Cyclones. A funny story about this is his continuous mistake in leaving off the first "er" of the Butterfinger flavor. He went through two poster boards and actually, he did it again on the third poster, but got so pissed off he refused to do it over and cut out a piece of poster board with the letters "er" and affixed it as neatly as possible between "Butt" and "finger".
Hi-Boy was also my first job. The day before I turned 16 my father let me know that I was working on my birthday. I was pissed, no doubt, not only because it was an important birthday, but also because I did not like my dad. He made me uncomfortable and he acted like he hated me.
I worked on my birthday. It was okay. I felt dirty and disgusting due to the stench of several years of greasiness. During my break, I looked at the schedule and noticed that it was made the month before and that I could have been notified earlier of my new job. It also showed that I was working a closing shift the next night, which was a Sunday. I couldn't believe my father would have me work a late shift when I had school the next morning.
Sunday morning, I came to him, which was really hard for me since I was scared to death of him, and asked if I could work a shorter shift or leave before closing so I could study for a test. I did have a test, but I admit, I never had to study, it was the principle of the thing that irked me. His reaction to this question solidified my reasoning for not wanting to ask him for anything ever again. He immediately screamed at me. I left the living room during his tirade and eventually yelled from my room that I quit. Enraged, he said that I couldn't quit the family business. I thought, yeah, real family business, he didn't even see his family, like he cared about family. I called a girl I was sort of friends with at the time to see if she could come get me. I only got a few words in to her before my dad barged in and stomped on the phone to hang it up, then he commenced to tell me just what he thought of me. I don't remember too much of what he said only that he said I was stupid. I do remember that while he was yelling like a child, I stared at him with a strange smirk and let his insults shower over my face like rays of the sun. At one point he told me to leave. Then he left my room with disgust and stomped into the living room. I had the phone receiver in my hand still and said, "hello?" The girl just said, "Oh my god, Andi!" I just asked her if she would please find some way to get me out of there. After I hung up, my dad decided he wasn't finished with me. I was packing a few things to take to wherever and he angrily came at me. I don't know if he was going to hit me, but I perceived it that way and I dodged him and said "don't hit me!" I ran to the back door where at the same time my mom was coming in to save me. There, at the slightly opened screened door, I was sandwiched between my mom and my dad giving hateful glaring looks to each other. I could feel the tension. My dad huffed off to the living room again and I went outside with my mom. I told her I was leaving and she pleaded with me to stay. I told her I couldn't. I left and didn't come back until a month or so later.
After staying with the girl that helped me with a ride for a couple days, my mom's friend and my godmother, asked me to stay with her for awhile and I did. When I came back home I didn't speak to my dad. A short while after, my mom and dad got a divorce. It wasn't until six months later that I talked to him, but it was just words, nothing about what had happened. He owned the Hi-Boy for a few more years after that, but then sold it.
There are still a few Hi-Boys out there, but most of them are gone. I can finally say that I'm no longer sad or angry about this scene from my life. I'm not even mad at my dad so much anymore. I even sent him a father's day card this year with a funny recollection from our past. He left a voicemail message after he received it and said he remembered the huge spider at Ken's house. I guess it's a start.



Image taken from Neato Coolville's Flicker page.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Great.

The EPA is considering disposing of thousands of tons of Mercury near my home.





Saturday, July 4, 2009

Eye/Spy for 4th of July

Major John Andre~
Hanged as a spy in the American Revolutionary War.
self portrait on the eve of execution

from wikipedia:
He was a great favourite in society, both in Philadelphia and New York, during their occupation by the British Army. During his nearly nine months in Philadelphia, André occupied Benjamin Franklin's house, where it is claimed he took items from Franklin's home when the British left Philadelphia. He had a lively and pleasant manner and could draw and paint and cut silhouette pictures, as well as sing and write verses. He was a fluent writer who carried on much of General Clinton's correspondence. He was fluent in English, French, German, and Italian. He also wrote many comic verses.
It seems that the General and the Major may have been lovers.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!

Bee Reel








In Remembrance
of Wm. Eugene Napier,
proud yankee doodle dandy