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Edison's Attic Radio Program

-Marguerite Silba "Bring Back The Rose"
-Harry Razor "Jade"
-Len Spencer "Pumpernickle's Silver Wedding"

"Sad songs are nature's onions"

What does it matter what you think or feel when what you think or feel is troubled and you can't tell it because all it does is cause a scene? You might as well just drink a gallon of Jim Beam and kill the baby inside you that was growing on the sweet. Cuz you can't raise that baby alone, honey, you cannot raise that baby alone.

What the hell would rock music be without the The word?

Nora O'Connor "Sticks & Stones"
Grey DeLisle "The Maple Tree"
Stairwell Sisters "No Never Know"
Buffalo "I'm A Skirt Lifter Not A Shirt Raiser"
The Move "Cherry Blossom Clinic" (I'd like to hear you do this, Big Man)
The Bad Boys "Love"
The Group Sounds "Hard Breakup"
The Kowalskis "Kiss Me One More Time"
Neko Case "Favorite"
The Mirrors
Shelly's Children "Jack"
The Byrds "I Know My Rider"
The Rivingtons "The Willy"
The Huxtables "The Vision"
The Silencers "Girlfriend Boyfriend"
The Crippled Pilgrims "Black and White"
Ultravox "Young Savage"
The Lost Sound "I Sit, I Watch, I Wait"
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers "Century City"
JOBRIATH "I'm A Man" (another cover for the Big Man)

I must say that Thanksgiving must be the least restful of the holidays especially for working women. I mean talk about work! What I think is, cuz it's a labor of love, that the whole deal, the whole spectacle of it works to reinforce masochistic martyr fantasies women are conditioned to pursue. & oh I must love it! Cuz what did I do? I made
- roquefort grapes which were SO FUCKING GOOD rolled in creamed roquefort & then in toasted pecans
- potatoes au gratin which sounds very pedestrian but was not as I made it w/leeks & tons of expensive gruyére & freshly grated nutmeg & heavy cream
- cornbread dressing from homemade cornbread done "the right way" with fresh sage & thyme from my garden & a ton of bacon
- a fantastic stuffing of bread, buttery mushrooms, carmelized onions & celery & fresh oregano from my garden
- for true cranberry relish with red wine & fresh ginger & fresh orange juice
- creamy spicy pearled onions with my own roux
- fresh bitter salad with a homemade vinagrette of dijon, walnuts, shallot, garlic, and balsamic
- pineapple upside down cake with carmelized pecans & those crazy maraschino cherries on top!
- and I helped with the turkey that Christine pulled off with grace & panaché

We had Orangina, wine, raspberry sodas. We had olives & parmesan cheese-sticks. We had rich coffee. We had candles and christmas lights and heat. We went to the track, we watched Sex in the City. I LOVED every minute of it, cooking for people is one of my flat-out absolute most satifying endeavors, and the beauty, the savory, the romance of it all, rrrrr, orgasmic. But oy vey - such exhaustion. I am undoubtedly a real woman now.

By 9 a.m. Sat 4 Monday ELF detail in h'light in face

- 6 a.m. he hits the ground running
- Soaked tile
- Where do you put your umbrella?
- He has an immense capacity for love
- Windmills, Spain
- Snow and cottonwoods
- Water fowl
- Commence bidding
- Russell's Marina Grill
- Egyptian symbol of life
- The long-eyed stare
- Silkscreening tools
- the podium with his gavel
- Vintage and contemporary photographs
- Inspired -vs- maudlin
- She showed me her goosebumps
- Virgin Mary
- Keith Carter
- Allessandro, Rome
- Remembering vitamins
- Los Angeles
- To be able to afford a crib, a stroller
- Needs to be woken up
- White floss silk
- Sixteen images of dramatically posed male nudes.
- Midge's apartment
- Victory of the Lenin Column at Monte Aragon, Spanish Civil War
- Ants #28
- Prayer and epiphany
- Image, William Eggelston, Memphis 1965-68
- Face of Crazy Horse
- Ghosts and models
- Rock pile
- The story of wood
- The babbler was alive in my dream, the babbler taps into a time before language

JIZ 169

- was the license plate I saw en route to work, need I say more?

- Abandoned kitten in our midst, elegant black French kitty, a descendent of Napolean, name: Giblét.
- The Robért boy cashier sincerely carded me (buying Vermouth for a man whose always asking "Got any vermouth?") saying "You really can't tell. I see people look older than you are younger than you!"
He fumbled & blushed. I think I coulda had him "carry my bag".
- I love Ronnie Dobbs.
- All geared up & frothin' for ThanksGiving Day. We're gonna cook savory juicy foods all morning, lay about in ballgowns and jewels, head to the track for a small wager, return home to devour our decadently heart-warming delicacies, and lounge about smoking hashish, drinking a Magnum of champagne & watching girly dvds. Ahhh, ThanksGiving ...

PINEAPPLE!

Dig this band.

- WFMU
- Freaks & Geeks, again/still
- Asbury Park
- back in the Spring
- Fishnets
- Thee moral compass
- How big of a bird?
- Hentchmen
- Cadieux Avenue

"Coffee May Ward Off Disease"

What a conundrum, being a lover of ideas ie: lists. Hence the seduction of "the list", hence the trouble that can be gotten into when we become close w/someone because of "their list" versus how they live and are we even compatible. This thought was one of many that was chewed over during supper last night at Wasabi w/m'girl. And as we perused cookbooks for turkey tips & traded tales of lips kissed I realized, again, again, that my family is fluid, my home is people, and I have an amazing bounty of things to be thankful for.

And as I just poached Herman two eggs to lay over sauteed onions, tomatoes & green peppers served on top of a toasted english muffin I think of how easy it is to overlook a woman's accomplishments if she can cook. See I can cook & bake up a storm but I also kick ass selling art & putting together exhibits & coordinating this business - and I think my boss forgets all this. As if cooking is so "essentially" "female" that a woman who excells at it is shooting herself in the foot if she wants to be taken seriously as a "worker" or an intellectual. Symbolically speaking. I'm not getting all hoity here, this is just something I FEEL. It's foggy but real.

So thanks for that cinnamon scone, Dog, because that and the bloody red flowers you gave me made my morning so far.

Kitty Wells "It Wasn't God Who Made Honky-Tonk Angels"

Did I ever tell you about the time I was sexually harassed by a mime?

The Iron Giant lives inside me and you too.

to the death of a clown

I live for the sudden calls "Do you see this fog???" that remind me that I'm not the only one seeing the world and I am feeling, not thinking but feeling, that life post-election is very much as William Gibson writes it. This may be the loosest of cities but it's a city nonetheless & I'm glad I'm in it. Where the carnival, the marketplace, the fires & vines & hearts collide. Maybe this Mardi Gras I'll do the Krewe of Dreux, Andy wants to. Ah, Andy, ah continuing to talk and sing.
So I'm thinking of how quiet this journal's become, how quiet I've become w/others. I'm seeing it in alot of public interaction. I suspect many of us feel bombed after Bush "won". I suspect there's a general malaise of holding the breath, what with all the loss & grief e'one's experiencing on so many levels. But we have to inhale, we have to breathe. Reconfigure. Reassess. Re/member. Anyhow - I'd kill for a bowl of pho laced with cock-sauce just now. I said cock-sauce. Happy Birthday my Jenny! You gotta know how much you give to me - my big wonder, my genius firecracker, sister, muscle, queen.

No BI-products!!!

I "found" this in my email & I'm gonna "leave" it online so that the memory of it can be submitted to the new 'zine I'm working on: LEFT.

Check those ingredients, yo' homegirls! And the wisdoms. "No ring no thing!" Um, what's a thing?

And COME ON y'all: How ABOUT some submissions to LEFT? It's no less magical than FOUND and if you love FOUND as I do you'll consider your leavings as a way to balance the scales. All those picked up & archived objects need to be replaced! I'm serious! Are you?