Funeral Revelations, 1994 A.D., rob low picture, buddy icons...
Funeral Revelation
Sunday June 29, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (5:48:40 PM EDT)
so after the latest to-do in rochester, new york, i have decided that i like funerals. i do. i guess it's the humanity and the outpouring of sincerity and emotion. there was an open podium, and i felt like i was at kairos. the sad thing is you can say all the nice stuff while people are alive, too...but in our society that's look on as sappy or "gay" or you get the picture. What gives? Why can't men hug each other without hitting the backs? Or cry? Why do we have to hate on nontraditional relationships? Hell, screw tradition, you KNOW the Romans considered love btwn 2 men the highest form of love? S'a fact. We have wakes and all this...why not celebrate now, god, i'm just so carpe diem. My mom, no my maternal aunt, Maggie was talking about how in the jewish community when they die they have a shiva and there's sooooo much talking and reminiscing, and all this straitlaced bullshit from the catholic/presbyterian side of things is just darting away from the emotion. What is life without emotion?
Damn that was rhetorical
So anyway, over the course of the weekend I realized
-i like funerals
-im so not catholic
-and protestantism isn't suiting either
-small town america really DOES exist, it is scottsville NY
-the proliferation of chains is leading to the placelessness of our landscape....rochester IS one giant strip mall. that is the town. not just a part of the town, the town is a strip mall with horribly designed parking lots.
-i wish i could "speak" Sign Language. there was an interpreter or what have you at the funeral for my cousin michael and i was just watching her the whole time
it also reaffirmed my venemous attitude towards bottled OJ, that shit is rank
i think when i have a kid im going to write it a letter to open when i die, like in case of death suddenly or something where i just tell it all the stuff i wouldnt when it was young, or well....i dunno just like a heart to heart kind of thing, get to know you, g'bye kinda deal. story of birth included, i guess. you gotta do that, kids love that stuff.
anyway so NO im not fascinated with death, i just think i should write some little slipshod will to distribute my prized possessions such as the RTB. anybody wants any of my other stuff, clothes, posters, trappings of a materialist society, make your requests known or forever hold your peace. cuz you wont be holding anything of mine. Haha.
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1994 a.d.
Thursday June 26, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (11:35:53 PM EDT)
When I was younger, I dunno, I guess I was a little off.
Either way, I had visions of people one day stumbling upon the archaeological ruins of my home and being confused as to when it dated. I decided to try to help the archaeologists out, so on the walls of my old bedroom, I took markers or pen or something, and here and there...quietly, ceremoniously, wrote "1994 A.D." so that they wouldn't confuse the brick two story from ancient, pre-jesus times. How thoughtful. Anyway, the 2 or so markings are still there and it's sort of embarassing. What do you say when you are showing the house to sell? "1994 a.d." yes, rather historic feel in this room...the floral border towards the top of the wall lends a victorian feel to the.....say what? Plus one is written in orange marker of all things, not exactly blending in with the pure white walls.
I keep a lot of lists. right now here's some lists I've got going, on the bedside stand, and I'll make this a list, so that you understand how listy I am:
1) list of films to watch
2) list of books to read, but there's only 2 on it right now because i couldn't think of any
3) a list of things to do on wednesday the 26th that i didnt get done, at least in entiretey
4) a list of longer term things to eventually get done in july or something
5) a list of words i dont know that i have stumbled upon. but no progress there, because on the list of things to do on june 26th there is "bring dictionary upstairs" but that didnt get done.
6) songs to download
7) maybe there's another one, who knows. this one. doesn't really count. either way, my mom accidentally head-butted my skull about 30 minutes ago (it was excruciating) and my head fucking kills from the fluoresence at work. got my paycheck and they FORGOT 20 hours of time...so there's something else to add on my list "get deserved coinage"
gotta go pass out and get up SO early to pack and fly to new york to put my burnt to ashes dad in the dirt. death is a bitch. speaking of which, great quote from the book i am reading. new motto.
"two tears in a bucket; motherfuck it." -the drag queen Chablis in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
My icon, and the rob lowe poster I wont shut up about???PICTURE.
Thursday June 26, 2003
Posted by: Ridgecliff (12:33:50 AM EDT)
I will be the first to say, I hate my buddy icon. I do. And to think about it, I think I have hated practically every one I've ever had. I can't find any good one and it seems like there's an icon out there for all the subgroups but I. I mean, there's even ones that say "chase midgets" and "beat old people." But how come there's no icons for shit Jessica is about? I mean where's the The Cure icons? or RTB icons? Bruce Springsteen? Rob Lowe? anything? I just feel like everybody else found their icon or at least is satisfied with theirs, while I've got this wandering soul-less void where the icon should be. Hahaha. If you find one that works, let me know.
I'm so excited to share this: this is the rob lowe poster I have ordered on ebay that, I think UPS tried to deliver today, only my dog heard the doorbell and I was too engrossed in some magazine and the laziness of being a flight below the front door that I didnt answer...apparently my signature was needed and they'll try again tomorrow, explicitly during 2 and 5, the exact hours I most definitely will not be home. How convenient. And no I can't sign the paper and just leave it because I guess this is a high security dropping off of such a poster....I guess it's like the BRINKS guy guarding the treasure, cuz okay, check this shit out, and don't mock the clothing because it was 1984. And oh, you also have to mentally erase the one cross earring....i know, i know....shades of george michael. but just let it slide.
I dont understand how to put a link in the thing, so just paste this in the addy bar:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=3332119591&category=18836&rd=1
Laugh now, but you're all going to be jealous when it's framed in my amazingly awesome apartment next year. Over the fireplace? Perhaps......ha, no, we're gonna toss some Ansel Adams up there. Over the bed? now that's more like it hahaha riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
either way, i have things to do tomorrow, and miles to go before i sleep. actually, im gonna go read more of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, i'm only on page 60 though so no feedback just yet.
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