Making me laugh at stupid things.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
I don't feel no ways tired, I've come too far from where I started from...
There's been too much crazy going on...
Avoiding awkward situations, shooting photos of bowling alleys and Ukrainian churches in Parma (I must be the only native who didn't know there's an Astrodome behind St. Josaphat's), walked up to the West Side Market, went to an art show at the Sachsenheim and then out for Puerto Rican food down on 73rd and Denison, came back and painted all night. Too much Cafe Caribe late at night does things to me. I can't find the usb cable for the camera so visuals will have to wait.
Yesterday while I'm at church I get a call from my sister saying that my mom's birthday party was cancelled today because she went to the emergency room last night and then I called her back to find out that my grandpa got hit by a car and then they were worried that he'd have a brain aneurysm. So I ended up spending a good portion of Sunday at the hospital and then zoned out watching basketball, trying to get myself back together.
One of my fellow musicians and very good friends got me and the roommate a hymnal from this store in East Cleveland that sells gospel music and pesticides. Since I grew up white and Catholic, I don't have the background in most of these, but I got some good history lessons about which ones were Baptist as opposed to Pentecostal, which ones were Underground Railroad codes, etc. I'm sure that many of these will be finding their way into Sunday morning.
It was good seeing the roomie after a week of solitude, and we were laughing and dressing up in fabulously ugly sweaters that were in the Goodwill box from her aunt while gunfire popped in the distance. So much stress, all you can do is laugh through the tears sometimes.
Also got this from the library while back to visit the family. No one I knew from there when I worked in high school is there anymore, and the Goodwill across the street where I used to score cheap alternative rock CDs and weird old t-shirts is gone now. I love the production on this album and with the rain and the general angst of yesterday it just fit so well.
Avoiding awkward situations, shooting photos of bowling alleys and Ukrainian churches in Parma (I must be the only native who didn't know there's an Astrodome behind St. Josaphat's), walked up to the West Side Market, went to an art show at the Sachsenheim and then out for Puerto Rican food down on 73rd and Denison, came back and painted all night. Too much Cafe Caribe late at night does things to me. I can't find the usb cable for the camera so visuals will have to wait.
Yesterday while I'm at church I get a call from my sister saying that my mom's birthday party was cancelled today because she went to the emergency room last night and then I called her back to find out that my grandpa got hit by a car and then they were worried that he'd have a brain aneurysm. So I ended up spending a good portion of Sunday at the hospital and then zoned out watching basketball, trying to get myself back together.
One of my fellow musicians and very good friends got me and the roommate a hymnal from this store in East Cleveland that sells gospel music and pesticides. Since I grew up white and Catholic, I don't have the background in most of these, but I got some good history lessons about which ones were Baptist as opposed to Pentecostal, which ones were Underground Railroad codes, etc. I'm sure that many of these will be finding their way into Sunday morning.
It was good seeing the roomie after a week of solitude, and we were laughing and dressing up in fabulously ugly sweaters that were in the Goodwill box from her aunt while gunfire popped in the distance. So much stress, all you can do is laugh through the tears sometimes.
Also got this from the library while back to visit the family. No one I knew from there when I worked in high school is there anymore, and the Goodwill across the street where I used to score cheap alternative rock CDs and weird old t-shirts is gone now. I love the production on this album and with the rain and the general angst of yesterday it just fit so well.
Friday, March 26, 2010
best of the blotter 18
Dedicating this one to Randal
SUSPICIOUS, CHILLICOTHE ROAD: A mother of an employee called police after a man with black fingernail polish on his nails dropped his clothes off at Fussy Cleaners March 18.
He told the employee his name was Lucifer and his phone number included the number combination of 666. He asked if there were any young women who worked there.
The clothes were to be ready for pick-up the next day, and the mother was concerned for her daughter.
SUSPICIOUS, CHILLICOTHE ROAD: A mother of an employee called police after a man with black fingernail polish on his nails dropped his clothes off at Fussy Cleaners March 18.
He told the employee his name was Lucifer and his phone number included the number combination of 666. He asked if there were any young women who worked there.
The clothes were to be ready for pick-up the next day, and the mother was concerned for her daughter.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
best of the blotter, March edition
FRAUD, ELMDALE ROAD: An 87-year-old woman told police on Feb. 22 that a fraudster told her she would be arrested by the FBI if she refused to send a commission check to collect a phony sweepstakes prize.
THEFT, PEARL ROAD: A 36-year-old Valley City woman was arrested at 1:40 p.m. March 2 after being seen stealing razors, cheese and two packages of Steak-Umm sliced steaks from the Drug Mart store on Pearl Road.
SKUNK, LAFAYETTE: Police stopped at a Lafayette Road residence in reference to a suspicious person around 8:20 a.m., March 3. The resident was revving the engine of his ATV, hoping the exhaust would smoke out a skunk which had nested in the home’s foundation.
SUSPICIOUS SITUATION, ROUTE 82: Three Brunswick women were asked to leave the Sheetz parking lot on Sunday after they caused a disturbance. The women were allegedly telling customers they would dance for anyone who bought them beer.
BURGLARY, NORMANDIE DRIVE: A man got a text message from his ex-girlfriend March 6 that she was going to retrieve some belongings from the apartment. He talked with her later, and realized a number of his possessions were missing, including a computer, television, stereo, home theater system, 16 Atlanta Braves hats, shoes, personal checks and his debit card. He does not think the woman took the items.
EYE CONTACT: A male salon worker at a Medina business became irritated when a female customer would not make eye contact with him as he was working on her nails March 16. Police responded to the disturbance. Another employee finished the woman’s nails.
RECKLESS OPERATION, PEARL ROAD: A Strongsville man was advised Sunday for driving recklessly.
The man told police he was not intentionally driving carelessly. He was just trying to eat his Taco Bell.
THEFT, PEARL ROAD: A 36-year-old Valley City woman was arrested at 1:40 p.m. March 2 after being seen stealing razors, cheese and two packages of Steak-Umm sliced steaks from the Drug Mart store on Pearl Road.
SKUNK, LAFAYETTE: Police stopped at a Lafayette Road residence in reference to a suspicious person around 8:20 a.m., March 3. The resident was revving the engine of his ATV, hoping the exhaust would smoke out a skunk which had nested in the home’s foundation.
SUSPICIOUS SITUATION, ROUTE 82: Three Brunswick women were asked to leave the Sheetz parking lot on Sunday after they caused a disturbance. The women were allegedly telling customers they would dance for anyone who bought them beer.
BURGLARY, NORMANDIE DRIVE: A man got a text message from his ex-girlfriend March 6 that she was going to retrieve some belongings from the apartment. He talked with her later, and realized a number of his possessions were missing, including a computer, television, stereo, home theater system, 16 Atlanta Braves hats, shoes, personal checks and his debit card. He does not think the woman took the items.
EYE CONTACT: A male salon worker at a Medina business became irritated when a female customer would not make eye contact with him as he was working on her nails March 16. Police responded to the disturbance. Another employee finished the woman’s nails.
RECKLESS OPERATION, PEARL ROAD: A Strongsville man was advised Sunday for driving recklessly.
The man told police he was not intentionally driving carelessly. He was just trying to eat his Taco Bell.
solitude.
I'm working late tonight and I've just been feeling so tired and bitchy recently that I needed that morning to sleep in guilt-free. My roommate's out of town so the cat has taken it upon herself to be friendly, waking me up with sandpapery kisses, hinting that I should be feeding her.
I don't mean to be like this, it's just sometimes all those little things pile up, the minor frustrations, ghosts of relationships past and current unwanted attention coming back to haunt me in the form of facebook messages and voicemails. It's nothing that bad, but also nothing I want anything to do with.
The emptiness of the apartment doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Hearing the sounds of the dog and the baby on the other side of the wall, the thump of car stereo systems pulsing down the street, the sirens fading into a texture that becomes white noise. I've found that absolute quiet doesn't exist. There is always something humming.
I don't mean to be like this, it's just sometimes all those little things pile up, the minor frustrations, ghosts of relationships past and current unwanted attention coming back to haunt me in the form of facebook messages and voicemails. It's nothing that bad, but also nothing I want anything to do with.
The emptiness of the apartment doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Hearing the sounds of the dog and the baby on the other side of the wall, the thump of car stereo systems pulsing down the street, the sirens fading into a texture that becomes white noise. I've found that absolute quiet doesn't exist. There is always something humming.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
what the thunder said...
When I was a kid, my dad and I used to watch the storms come in.
There is that smell that the air gets when rain is coming, as the wind picks up and the clouds begin to move more quickly. We would set up lawn chairs in the garage and drink Coca-Cola and watch the rain, admire the lightning, and listen to the crack of thunder.
I don't have a garage to watch storms in anymore, but I did get to catch the one last night, standing in the doorway of the apartment looking up at the sky as the sirens pulsed down the street behind me, feeling a sense of awe.
There is that smell that the air gets when rain is coming, as the wind picks up and the clouds begin to move more quickly. We would set up lawn chairs in the garage and drink Coca-Cola and watch the rain, admire the lightning, and listen to the crack of thunder.
I don't have a garage to watch storms in anymore, but I did get to catch the one last night, standing in the doorway of the apartment looking up at the sky as the sirens pulsed down the street behind me, feeling a sense of awe.
Friday, March 19, 2010
heat.
The weather's getting warmer, but it's not warm enough yet for things to get really crazy, but the stirrings are beginning.
The sirens didn't stop the other night. Usually I can tune out one or two but this was one after another after another.
Then last night me and a friend were walking down by Case's campus last night when some students came towards us and said that the campus police were asking if they'd seen a guy dressed in black wielding a machete.
Awesome.
So we walked the other way through Little Italy, where the streets are lit more brightly than the campus because it was too beautiful outside to run away.
I had a ticket for the RJD2 show last night but didn't see anyone I knew and was too sleepy to wait through the opening acts so I drove home and saw the firetrucks and bystanders watching an abandoned building burn.
Usually I would have stopped, but I was tired and didn't have a camera anyway.
When the weather heats up, so do the tempers, and things start to get a little more crazy.
None of this really scares me. If it did, I wouldn't live where I live, go to the places I go.
"The space between the dime and the dollar
The space between the city and the suburb"
The sirens didn't stop the other night. Usually I can tune out one or two but this was one after another after another.
Then last night me and a friend were walking down by Case's campus last night when some students came towards us and said that the campus police were asking if they'd seen a guy dressed in black wielding a machete.
Awesome.
So we walked the other way through Little Italy, where the streets are lit more brightly than the campus because it was too beautiful outside to run away.
I had a ticket for the RJD2 show last night but didn't see anyone I knew and was too sleepy to wait through the opening acts so I drove home and saw the firetrucks and bystanders watching an abandoned building burn.
Usually I would have stopped, but I was tired and didn't have a camera anyway.
When the weather heats up, so do the tempers, and things start to get a little more crazy.
None of this really scares me. If it did, I wouldn't live where I live, go to the places I go.
"The space between the dime and the dollar
The space between the city and the suburb"
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