so i'm hanging with bob last night

and eating turkey legs at the OC county fair
and tearing it up, WM style
jodi lee is 28 today.
happy b-day

um, oh yeah, riding waves

songs/artists/lives/worlds/times...
some of these recordings may not be the best... but checka-checka-check these folks out... you won't be disappointed.

Shangri Las


Mika


The Eagles



Janis Joplin (absolute favorite)


The Killers


Bob Dylan (going to see him on July 26th.. whooohooo!)


Gosling (local band, you dig?)


Supertramp


Feist


Tegan & Sara


The Zombies


Nina Simone


Bruce Springsteen


The Allman Brothers


Chicago


Ten Years After



dig it.

It’s a joke

to my self

but you wouldn’t know that

run when you should jump

skip when you should skat

she made it up.

It’s a…funny

in the news

about a blondeheireddowell

but she shared her seashells with to many paupers

so a witch put her under a spell.

It’s a comedic farce

to the Martians

she never meant to invade.

In a world of earpollution

her landscape needs excavating.

It’s a tragedy

over time

as the world would now say

cause every thing

that was in the past

was written in today.

she gave it up.

It’s a never-mind

of present year

that you were meant to

take.

GETTHISGIRLSOME: she must be daring

or the universe might think she’s a fake.

I was going to post a Blog about the drama that transpired this past week (my white grandmother died, white family told my mom not to bring her kids ~me, my bro, my sister~ cause we are part black, mother went to the funeral anyway, grandfather makes racist joke at funeral… blah blah blah, drama, drama, drama…)

But instead, I was on someone’s Myspace and the little ditty below was posted. I laughed.

"I saw a lady on TV, she was born without arms. That’s sad, but then they said, "Lola does not know the meaning of the word 'can't'." that, to me, is even worse in a way. Not only is she missing arms, but she doesn't understand simple contractions."

VOICE OF REASON SCREAMS:

• lighten up.
• it’s just life.

he beamed like loomed

gloom

and doom

but amongst the this’ers

his happiness did assume.

and that-ing

and here-ing

she said with a dial

that all the world is bliss

despite the man’s defile.

you see

maybe she looked

inside THEBIGHEART

and created and abated

a brand new start.

unregulated

overstated

this crooked smiled…

was dated like jaded stone

she was beguiled.

get this picture’s some
two his’s her’s mated

before hebetudinous

and lethargy elated.

Or at least paint once-in-a-while

happiness

was bliss.

until the picture was ruined

with the

smudges of

a

kiss.

i guess that’s it.

trying to be.

i mean.

i’m not.

maybe that’s why i just

am.

not trying to

be.

i guess.

that’s it.

trying.

to

Be… i

mean. i’m not.

maybe.

that’s why. i

just

am.

Yo mama so fat she fell in love and broke it.

um… enough of my politicschangeworldlovelifemoneymongers postings…

here’s a fun little ditty:

1. go to Google
2. click on "maps"
3. click on "get directions"
4. type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box)
5. type "London" in the second box (the "to" box)
6. click on "get directions"
7. scroll down to step #24

enough said.

ATG. Verdict = Guilty.

I caused the towers to fall.
I caused the election to be rigged.
I caused the death of the troops.
I caused the failing economy.
I caused reality television.
I caused the Virginia Tech killings.
I caused recession.
I caused Hurricane Katrina.
I caused Global Warming.
I caused media corruption.
I caused sex to sell.
I caused poverty.
I caused pharmaceutical monopoly.
I caused the music industry to go to shit.
I caused non-profits to lose money.
I caused religious figures to rape our children.
I caused the illegal immigration problem.
I caused the vetoing of the war bill.
I caused Big Business corruption and the pedestal of false idols (money).
I caused the housing market to be inflated.
I caused more people to vote for the next American Idol than the next President.
I caused the stock market crash.
I caused international bad relations.
I caused three hundred different types of fabric softener and only one choice of history book/news station.
I caused vanity to be the number one addiction.
I caused alcoholism and drug abuse.
I caused you to care more about celebrities than celebrate-LIFE.

I caused greedtorturedemocracycaperslifelovepassionhistoryfutureissuesdeathunitedstatesofuhhhhh….

ATG. Verdict = Guilty.

Maybe you should take some responsibility for what’s going on.
not bush. not cheney. not the administration.

what are you doing?

This ain’t no love song folks…. the Idiot Wind’s been blowing since the Big Bang.
Stop placing your hesaidshesaidwesaid bullshit, and STAND UP.
MAKE CHANGE. NOT DOLLARS.


I’m tired of your belly-achin’

Are you going to do something about it, or post your fucking leftist blog, or rightist podcast (nobody reads that shit anyway)?

Replace your blame with your CHANGE.



(what the fuck are you still doing reading this?)

Last night I went to see this guy, formerly of the band Men At Work , at this place.

(back Up)

First I walked around the Fairfax district, and I noticed there are tons of skater shops going up. Goodbye Jewish community, hello skateboard shops and the new wave of hipster youth. Oy Vey.

So I go into Cosmic Pizza to kill some time before the show, and I’m drinking my glass of Pinot Noir… and I’m talking to Rod.

(fast forward)

Rod is a 60-something year old Vietnam Vet… he was an animal psychologist in his youth. We were both going to see the show. He had long hair and a pony tail. He drank Heineken. He had a nervous twitch. He was your grandfather. He was my grandfather. He was lonely. He talked. I listened. He talked. His face lit up when he talked about animals. We talked for over 45 minutes. Well, more like he talked, I listed. This is our past. This was our lives. This is who you will be in 20, 30, 40 years.

Me and Rod. Sitting in a pizza place shaped like a spaceship. Talking about who we used to be. Killing time…

• He trained monkeys at UCLA for a NASA mission.
• He worked years getting monkeys to push buttons in sequence when prompted (so they could go into space).
• He spends his free times these days developing a rabbit mechanism that acquaints displaced cougars back into the wild.

(Pause, Fast Forward, Rewind, PLAY)

So the concert was good. Not great. Not amazing. Just good.

The venue had slow service, but the food was tasty (Chicken Picatta with mashed potatoes and asparagus was on my plate).

Colin has a distinct voice that is quite melodic. He did his signature “Who Can It Be Now” and “Down Under”. He was actually quite funny and entertaining, as he spoke of the myriad adventures of what prompted the writing of his earlier songs.

17 cents. That's that checks he receives for some of his songs. You're lifes work... boiled down to the change you find in the lint screen.

P.S. Muse is on vacation… so you’ll have to settle for ATG’s rendition of last eve’s events.

Dig it.

So I’m about to brush my teeth. It’s Lazy-Daze-SunDaze at ATG’s pad. I get out of the shower (so fresh and so clean), slather on some lotion, dress… the usual. I’m cleaning, humming, dancing around (the usual), a Woody Allen flick is playing in the background (Alice)…. And I head to the bathroom sink. I look into the mirror and spontaneously start humming a song I’ve never heard before… but was written in my soul from me to you. I stop. I’m ready to brush my teeth (which, consequently, is the last stop of my morning ritual before heading out).

I use this whitening pre-rinse (sort of like a pre-brush mouthwash… I drink a lot of coffee, gotta make sure my teeth stay pearly!), so I take a swig (mint-y tasting, yet it gets all foamy as you swish it around, which makes me gag). Anyway, I’m there swishing, and suddenly a Dance hits me like a freight train. It’s in me. I HAVE to let it out. So I start, wailing around, thrashing dancing like MUSEic hit me in the gut with a baseball bat.

Suddenly.

The pre-wash, mint-y tasting, foam in your mouth… shoots up the back of my throat and into my nose canal.

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Breath

Breath

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Brea..

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo

Breath.

The pre-wash, mint-y tasting, foam in your mouth… spews all over the bathroom.

Sneezes so hardy… Snow White would be proud.

I’m choking

I’m laughing

I’m choking

My nose burns.

My eyes water.

I’m choking

I’m laughing.

Yeah.

I’m laughing.

Just another day in the life…

Totally off the topic: The Move (e) revue:

Disturbia: ok. I’d wait for the rental

The Reaping: ok. If I would have paid for this movie, I’d a been like “uh, yeah it wasn’t half bad, entertaining)

Martian Boy: very cute, not to mention I LOVE John Cusack.

Year of the Dog; horrible. I wouldn’t rent it. I wouldn’t see it. I love Molly Shannon, this is one of the worst films I’ve seen this year.

Now for a word from our sponsors:

Fuck.

Too much

Do you want my autograph?

Life.

Too little

Do you want to know what I think about on the weekends?

(she thinks you know)

I mean

I dance

I sing

I am

You want to be.

ME.

Like I said…

Don’t you look at my playlist?

(badadadada)

Yeah, she said

It’s fright, I know.

Cause the Wheaties I had

Were sad

Eat

Me.

Cause

If

All

You got

Is

Big

Tits

(maybe you should reconsider)

You see.

this.

girl

got’s

Canwehavekippersforbreakfast

Everyone’s a million

Air

Like you never gave a fuck about what you were breath

Ing.

She gloats.

Badadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada.

(come here my darling).

No man is an

Island

Country

One-tree

She things

Baddadada

Badadadadadadadadada

Bob called.

He want’s

Conversation with my mom the other day:

ATG: so I think I’m going to volunteer at a hospice.

MOM: why?

ATG: hm… I feel like I haven’t been exposed to death enough, I mean, I’m not getting any younger and it’s inevitable that folks are going to start dropping like flies.

MOM: are you afraid I’m going to die?

ATG: -uncomfortable pause- well, not really, I mean, I know it’s going to happen sooner or later, so I just want to be exposed to more of it. Who knows, my number could be up before yours is. Death. I mean. No sense in getting worked up over something that’s inevitable, you know?

MOM: yeah.

Do I believe in God?

I’m what you would call a teleological-existential atheist...

I believe that there is an intelligence to the universe with the exception of certain parts of New Jersey.

-Sleeper

Haven’t done one of these in a while:

Celeb encounter of the week: Stevie Wonder

Now that’s an encounter I’m not embarrassed to share!

Nothing like being in a dance club, and having Stevie walk in, and suddenly the DJ puts on a classic mix of all Stevie songs, and everyone is screaming “You Can Feel It All Over” like they made it up themselves.

Music: transcends color lines, social class, and everything in between.

That’s why you should check out Steve’sSpace… he know’s his MUSEic.

Dig it.

What if she’s not into it

• Marriage
• Love
• Life
• Kids
• Work

She said.

I mean.

She has her nice face, with her nice stuff, with her banging body, and her awesome hair.

And she feels

Not

For…

More money

More status

More workouts

More publicity

More of

Whatever is what they say

I’m cool.

I mean.

For some reason

I don’t want

Kids

Life

Love

Property

Anything..

(will she change?)

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

But today… this is just me.

I’m not worried about

you

Worrying about

me

Worrying about

you.

She said.

Then one day she happened upon a dance

Perchance

It was with two (tango up in blue)

And she carried around

A satchel of love

But it created another hue (moretolifethancolors).

Must be whiskey-eyes untrue.

Oh Lord, grant me a wish

Put a dime in the juke box

And seal it with a kiss

I’m not worried about you

Worrying about me

Worrying about you

She said.

Then she gave me another backwards glance

She’s in a cowboy stance

But her spurs

kept getting caught

on the soul of her shoe.

GETTHISGIRLSOME: shemustbeleadingon

Cause you’re gonna make me lonesome when your gone…

it’s

true.

(yeah)

This one IS about ONE

Plus

ONE.

Too.

Pet Peeve #303

When people pronounce the word “Humor” as if it is “Umor”.

Silent “H”.

Who is anybody but nobody waiting to be anything.
You make a dollar.
You give a dollar.
You eat.
You fuck.
You die.
You eat.
You buy.
You are.
You fuck.
You buy.
You buy.
You buy.
You fuck.
You eat.

You’re only as much as you can consume, or save, or give, or live.

Jesus just called, he wants his miracle back.

Deduced.
To our
Jobs
Our
Wives
Our
Kids
Our
Holiday parties
Our
Car
Our
Thoughts
Our
Viewpoints.
Our
NEVERGOINGTOGETOVERTHEFUCKEDUPCHILDHOODWEENDURED
Get this girl some: she’s only human


Cause her tuneHer is missing a chord.

Who is anybody but nobody waiting to be anything.
You make a dollar.
You give a dollar.
You eat.
You fuck.
You die.
You eat.
You buy.
You are.
You fuck.
You buy.
You buy.
You buy.
You fuck.
You eat.

You’re only as much as you can consume, or save, or give, or live.

Jesus just called, he wants his miracle back.

Deduced.
To our
Jobs
Our
Wives
Our
Kids
Our
Holiday parties
Our
Car
Our
Thoughts
Our
Viewpoints.
Our
NEVERGOINGTOGETOVERTHEFUCKEDUPCHILDHOODWEENDURED
Get this girl some: she’s

I’m in love with

Allen Konigsberg

Obsessed. Since I was a little girl.

Possessed. Since I was a little girl.

Reassessed. Since I was a little girl.

GETTHISGIRLSOME: he must be dyeing

…cause her clarinet is missing a reed.

So… I’m thinking.

If I had to have a stage name (which I’ll never have to have because I don’t intend on doing anything on a stage).

Or when I publish a novel.

Or when I decide to grow up.

Methinks I’ll publish it under the following moniker:

Grit Luscious

Has a nice ring to.

Grit Lucious aka AlphaTheGreat aka Muse aka THEARTISTFORMERLYKNOWNAS: ATG

Or perhaps… you are all witnessing the naming of my first child.

I like it.

…and when you die

maybe there is nothingness

or everythingness

or somethingness

but how would your world be different today?

i mean, if you knew.

that there was some

none

one

every

thing.

would you default

call, it a premonition.

or just be me.

you.

if you knew, I mean.

who would you be.

be.

see?

i just gave away the secret.

(she laughs)

So pop another beta in the player

And get this girl some SHESHOULDN’TBE (TH)INKING

…cause life is too short to die.

I think the main thing that has come about

Due to the age of technology

Is the ability to record.

My actions

Your actions

His actions

Her actions.

And we are finding, that we are…

• Evil
• Damaging
• Broken
• Depressed
• Vile
• Horrible
• Diseased
• Hurting
• Mean
• Sad
• Fighting
• Confused…

People.

Mentally disabled abused.

Kids hurting kids.

Reality tv is watched more than our own waste lines.

Hangings.

Racism.

(and for some reason, you want the world to watch)

We need leaders.

We need direction.

We need hope.

We need (you).

make change. not dollars.

So much to say... my little bloglets,
but alas
i am weary
Florida is a vile state of which I am forced to remain for the next month
take heed my followers
i shall tell you soon of my adventures
of dinner discussions at the bar with
joeschmo1 - 58ish, he's in the medical sales business
joeschmo2 - 45ish he's in the sleep disorder business
joeshmo3 - 66ish he's on his last legs
and they all want to chat: the girl with the tan skin smiling.

because that's what you do when you travel on business...
you tell me about your kids
and your wife
and your life
and the weather's fine

and I mention:
politics
global warming
healthcare reform

… and your still stuck on how your steak is a little tough.

Another month here.
GETTHISGIRLSSOME: realconversation

Or at least another order of fries…

How about a little West Milford pride, folks!

Reminisce or BUST!!!

To all the amazing people I grew up with… I LOVE YOU! Thanks for making the last 27 years worth living!

How was my New Year’s, you ask?

Um, how does falling asleep at 7:30 PM on New Year’s eve with unbearable pain… waking up and going to the Emergency Room, finding out you have Bronchitis, Sinusitis, and a bruised muscle near your lung from coughing sound?

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME…uh, yeah…

Real quick…

My 7 year old niece describes me as “blackish white”. Um, thought that was hilarious.

To my:

alwaysunderstandingalwayscaringlovingamazingadorablefuntobewithmakemesmileallthetimeintegrityfilledthoughtfulsmartdidimentionAMAZING… boyfriend

Happy December 25^th!!! (a bit early)

wish you could be freezing it up in TheJerse with me!

Love you!

p.s. how perfect is that last picture!!

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