A quick note before I write. I'll expand this later, because I had to meet my old friends a Yelp to discuss this constant harassment I've been getting due to their insecurities as good stylist. I know they don't know what irony is (I found out the hard way) but if they stopped harassing me then maybe I'd stop standing up for myself. I could get my friends to create fake accounts to give them pages of one star reviews, but that is incredibly unethical and hypocritical. They keep trying to get my review removed, and I just rewrite another one because people need to know that you can't bully your customers. I'll loosely tie this into anarchy as something not representing my reviews on how a anarchy should go into an ugly chaos, but that is reaching. Maybe not.
Anyway, I'll make this quick. My problem with Christianity is that, in its doctrine, one must convert other people. I feel so bad for those people walking door to door, getting insulted. But they are following the rules of the religion (their parents probably brainwashed them with). Maybe I can manipulate (Lord knows what a terrible manipulator I am) my selfish agenda with this salon (I'll call them Babylon the Whore) with Christianity.
Here is a crass example of why you can't shove your opinions done the throats of others (like this salon does with their fake Yelp reviews to gather people, like moths to a flame, and take their hard earned dollars (I'm a prostitute, I work hard for my money...at least that what I'm told I do for a living.) Ok, my anger is showing. Calm down diddly-diddly. Skiddily Iddly Iddly. Okie dokie....
Oh, crass examples. I'm sure heroin feels good. It's a good thing their are no known heroin cults (maybe what the U.S.A.'s military is doing in Afghanistan could be called one giant heroin collecting cult?) A heroin cult that forces it's remembers to push heroin on other people. So children, if you're approached by a big bad heroin dealer just say that you don't join cults.
Christians experience a emotional feeling that keeps them happy. The way my cousin, who is a wonderful person and also a Christian, described her conversation to Christianity, it was like she had taken ecstasy. She said she felt that there were scales falling off her eyes. That colors felt brighter. Smells more pleasant. She underwent a physical change because her beliefs somehow upped her serotonin uptake.
But that is her deal. I know she wants to share this beauty with others, but where do you draw the line in sharing your feelings with pushing your feelings to aggression, which has ultimately happened with all religions that preach conversation in their doctrine.
Anarchy is simply a rejection of government. From there, anyone can flesh out what they want to do with that definition. I have two books on anarchy and they are very different. One really turned me off. It talks about jumping over private fences to swim in private pools in people's backyard. In Texas, they would shoot you. To me, that book was completely immature. It demonized the rich and condemned hard work.
This blog is about the other book I read on anarchy. A book on responsibility and peace. This is a personal experience, not aggressiveness. So rather then make this blog a superficial, less then 101 guide to my love of anarchy, I'll use the book as what I draw my quotes from. Tomorrow after highlighting.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Label "Crack Whore" and Ship to Reno
Despite the crude title leading into the blog, the subject is about labels in modern psychology and popular culture and my disdain of them in general. The idea of a label being assigned to a person as a method of dismissing their entire character is not new to me. No two human beings are identical. A lazy or inarticulate person would do well to label. This blog should explain how unfair, dangerous, and plain stupid labels came be, both as adjectives and as diagnosis in the field of psychology.
The idea that I had to write this blog came to me today after work. My job is to watch two people: one is a bright six year old, the other a 23 year old man with an unknown disability. He can speak fluent Japanese, has a heart of gold, and seems to have a secret universe inside of him, but there is no label to diagnosis him and from there, give him proper treatment. His mother has all the money to buy a team of good doctors. After years of seeing his behavior go from vibrant and social to unresponsive and erratic, the only comfort of an label given to his mother is, "general thought disorder with degenerative traits".
So today I wikipedia-ed the term "Thought Disorder". The definitions were so broad I began to diagnosis everyone I knew as having some degree of the disorder. Rhyming too often in a sentence can be considered a thought disorder. Beginning a sentence and doing what I refer to as, "a call waiting thought" and interjecting the thought, sandwiched in the sentence is a thought disorder. Some were extreme, but about half of the list were everyday conversations with fully functioning people.
The human brain is a mystery. Psychology is not an exact science. Medical science is still searching for cures to cancer, HIV, Hepatitis C, and the list goes on. When these medical labels mix with mainstream culture the results are dangerous. People become doctors and dismiss others over what they read as a disorder on the Internet, or hear in a movie. These labels get muddled, and soon they become insults and tools to dismiss the entire person with one word. Can a humans brain really be summed up in a word, a label, a diagnosis?
I believe we humans are on different levels of consciousness, bumping into each other. Depending on the endorphins in your body, the oxygen in your brain (quit smoking, it does take oxygen out of the brain and make you dumb) what books you have read, what stress level: All of this combined in extreme complexity puts you on a certain level. You can expand your level of consciousness, move up on the totem pole. It takes work. It takes time, but each day one can see more clearly.
Obstacles include anger. Anger seizes up the body. Yet we are human, and whether we know it or not I believe we want to feel, even in anger.
Not too long ago, when I was living a life I can not believe was my own, I lived on emotion more then silence and free will. In retrospect it felt like I had a blind on my eyes, and I was feeling in the dark. Swinging at nothing. It was a dead life. During this time, with my eyes in a blindfold, I wrote an e-mail in which I told a girl she was known as a whore. Yes, she slept with lots of people. Yes she did lots of speed. And her response was blind anger back. In retrospect it was beautiful- the exchange of heated anger, but stupid. Who am I to judge this person? Who is she to judge me? I was on a low level at this time in my life.
The biggest complaint I heard when I attended a rehabilitation group for former drug addicts was that no one believed they had changed. That is to say, no one from their past, when they were addicts, could believe they were different people now. Even after years of the complete opposite behavior. People still saw one moment in their long lives and froze that moment.
When a body is full of toxins the brain and body are poisoned. There are people on that level. It's not a high level of consciousness. But it is what it is. That is their life and it is ever changing. People change. Life fluxates like the ocean tide. We evolve in our bodies if we want to do so. Take off the blindfold.
I respect people too much to call them anything. In a moment in time, a pin point in a life, they can be called many things by their actions. But no label sticks. Even an idiot will become wiser in time. If you shock yourself on an electric fence, you stop touching the electric fence. The greatest shift I made to higher understanding and peace was when I let go of all the negative emotion holding me back. Also, toxins. Food can fall into that category. I am a Scorpio. For my own journey, letting go was like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. My senses are heightened. I want to experience so much. You can't fully enjoy anything with a hateful heart. And you must respect the unique nature of each person. From there, the blindfold comes off, and you can not help but feel free.
The idea that I had to write this blog came to me today after work. My job is to watch two people: one is a bright six year old, the other a 23 year old man with an unknown disability. He can speak fluent Japanese, has a heart of gold, and seems to have a secret universe inside of him, but there is no label to diagnosis him and from there, give him proper treatment. His mother has all the money to buy a team of good doctors. After years of seeing his behavior go from vibrant and social to unresponsive and erratic, the only comfort of an label given to his mother is, "general thought disorder with degenerative traits".
So today I wikipedia-ed the term "Thought Disorder". The definitions were so broad I began to diagnosis everyone I knew as having some degree of the disorder. Rhyming too often in a sentence can be considered a thought disorder. Beginning a sentence and doing what I refer to as, "a call waiting thought" and interjecting the thought, sandwiched in the sentence is a thought disorder. Some were extreme, but about half of the list were everyday conversations with fully functioning people.
The human brain is a mystery. Psychology is not an exact science. Medical science is still searching for cures to cancer, HIV, Hepatitis C, and the list goes on. When these medical labels mix with mainstream culture the results are dangerous. People become doctors and dismiss others over what they read as a disorder on the Internet, or hear in a movie. These labels get muddled, and soon they become insults and tools to dismiss the entire person with one word. Can a humans brain really be summed up in a word, a label, a diagnosis?
I believe we humans are on different levels of consciousness, bumping into each other. Depending on the endorphins in your body, the oxygen in your brain (quit smoking, it does take oxygen out of the brain and make you dumb) what books you have read, what stress level: All of this combined in extreme complexity puts you on a certain level. You can expand your level of consciousness, move up on the totem pole. It takes work. It takes time, but each day one can see more clearly.
Obstacles include anger. Anger seizes up the body. Yet we are human, and whether we know it or not I believe we want to feel, even in anger.
Not too long ago, when I was living a life I can not believe was my own, I lived on emotion more then silence and free will. In retrospect it felt like I had a blind on my eyes, and I was feeling in the dark. Swinging at nothing. It was a dead life. During this time, with my eyes in a blindfold, I wrote an e-mail in which I told a girl she was known as a whore. Yes, she slept with lots of people. Yes she did lots of speed. And her response was blind anger back. In retrospect it was beautiful- the exchange of heated anger, but stupid. Who am I to judge this person? Who is she to judge me? I was on a low level at this time in my life.
The biggest complaint I heard when I attended a rehabilitation group for former drug addicts was that no one believed they had changed. That is to say, no one from their past, when they were addicts, could believe they were different people now. Even after years of the complete opposite behavior. People still saw one moment in their long lives and froze that moment.
When a body is full of toxins the brain and body are poisoned. There are people on that level. It's not a high level of consciousness. But it is what it is. That is their life and it is ever changing. People change. Life fluxates like the ocean tide. We evolve in our bodies if we want to do so. Take off the blindfold.
I respect people too much to call them anything. In a moment in time, a pin point in a life, they can be called many things by their actions. But no label sticks. Even an idiot will become wiser in time. If you shock yourself on an electric fence, you stop touching the electric fence. The greatest shift I made to higher understanding and peace was when I let go of all the negative emotion holding me back. Also, toxins. Food can fall into that category. I am a Scorpio. For my own journey, letting go was like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. My senses are heightened. I want to experience so much. You can't fully enjoy anything with a hateful heart. And you must respect the unique nature of each person. From there, the blindfold comes off, and you can not help but feel free.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Funny Bible Quotes
All my life I've carried myself with an intrinsically loving, curious and tolerant stance regarding other people's belief systems and lifestyle. I am peaceful, but when a person aggressively judges me or suppresses my freedom by ramming their Gods down my throat,
(what I call critical thinking for an authentic identity)
I will fight for independence. Religion is poison. I've seen it brainwash people I love. Thank you to my brother for the text.
Here are ten examples where biblical morality/ethics differs from my views:
(what I call critical thinking for an authentic identity)
I will fight for independence. Religion is poison. I've seen it brainwash people I love. Thank you to my brother for the text.
Here are ten examples where biblical morality/ethics differs from my views:
- Matthew 25:31-46
This passage describes the judgement of the righteous and the unrighteous. It describes how the unrighteous will be condemned forever to eternal fire (Mt 25:41, 46) for the lack of compassion they displayed during their lives. This is my biggest complaint with Christianity—that people are given an infinite punishment for a finite amount of wrongdoing.
- Matthew 15:21-28
This passage describes the interaction between Jesus and a Canaanite woman. You can clearly see the discrimination that Jesus displays toward the woman because she is not a Jew.
- Numbers 25:1-18
This passage describes how God commands Moses to kill people who had worshipped a foreign god. It then goes on to describe how Phinehas, the son of Aaron (Moses’ brother and a priest), drove a spear through an Israelite man and into a Midianite woman. For this God commends Phinehas, and makes a covenant that Phinehas’ descendents will have a lasting priesthood. God then commands the Israelites to kill the Midianites because they were deceiving them with false gods. I think any modern, rational person would find this passage morally deficient. I find it particularly odious because of the lack of proportion—death for consensual sex and participation in foreign worship.
- Psalms 137:1-9 (Psalms 136:1-9 Douay-Riems Version)
This passage is a lament for Jerusalem by someone in exile in Babylon. Notable is verse 9, “Happy are those who seize your infants and dash them against the rocks.” (New International Version). Even if this sentiment is in response to a similar action by the Babylonians during the siege of Jerusalem, it is inappropriate. Why should innocent children be punished for the crimes of their parents? An in any case, it is inappropriate to take pleasure in the execution of the punishment, even if it is deserved.
- Deuteronomy 20:10-20
This passage describes how the Israelites are to conduct sieges against other cities. My reading of it is that if it is a distant city, they first make a peace offer. If the city accepts, the inhabitants of the city become the slaves of Israel. If they refuse, the Israelites attack the city and kill all of the men. The women, children, livestock and other items they can keep as plunder. If the city is a nearby city, then no peace offer is made. When the city is taken, everything in the city—men, women, children, and livestock—is killed. The fruit trees, are spared, though.
- Numbers 15:32-36
This passage describes how God commands the Israelites to stone to death a man found gathering sticks on the sabbath.
- Luke 9:59-62
In this passage Jesus commands a man to follow him. The man says, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” Jesus replies, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God." I think Jesus’ response is callous. The request is reasonable, but Jesus denies it. Jesus tells another guy that he is unfit for service in the kingdom of God because he wants to go say goodbye to his family.
- Luke 14:25-26
Jesus says that we must hate everyone close to us if we want to be his disciple.
- Acts 5:1-11
This passage describes how a christian man and his wife sold some property and gave some of the money to the church. The thing is, they both lied and said they had given all of the proceeds of the sale of the land to the church, when in reality they had kept some of the money for themselves. For this, they both died (or were killed).
- Numbers 31:13-18
In this passage, the Israelites have just finished a battle against the Midianites. Moses is angry with the officers of the army because they didn’t kill the women. He commands them to kill all of the boys, and all of the non-virgin women. He allows them to keep the virgins for themselves, though.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
How to Win an Argument
Of course I'm not going to show you how to do this. In my world, arguments would be solved in two ways: Dance Off (see Michael Jackson's 'Beat It'), or Rap Off (8 mile...he chose not to fight).
But if you are an insecure assnard and want to win a regular argument because you don't have the moral ground to speak from the heart, I will say a few things to help you remain a cowardly person. When you get into the mood where, winning an argument means knowing these strategies, you don't give a damn about that person's feelings. You just want to show how intellectually superior you are to that person. The person you are arguing with may be arguing because of something serious. Please take this into consideration.
1.)Start your argument by saying, "I'm sorry you are so upset..." Someone kept sending me e-mails starting with this sentence. At first it baffled me, because I was not upset. Then I looked up, "How to win an argument" and found that it's a formula. Saying this sentence once, or more, is a chess move because:
a.)First, it assumes that the person speaking (or typing) has a moral high ground by apologizing for your behavior.
b.)This places the "apologetic" person in a attack position. Because it assumes that you are upset, therefor out of control. Anyone who is out of control with emotion has no credibility. That one sentence puts you in a defensive stance because it shifts the topic to your state of mind, rather then the facts of the argument, so you instead must defend your emotional state, not your reason for the argument.
When you're assumed to be the loose cannon here, deflect this dirty tactic by ignoring the comment. In Judo you win by moving out of the way of an attack so the person's momentum becomes their downfall.
Also, if you want to be a jerk, never answer the person's questions to you about the argument in question. Instead, attack their credibility. If you ignore all that was said of you (no matter how true it is) then the other person is really in control because they have the floor to go for your perception of reality, as opposed to facts. So, assholes, ignore the person's complaint and attack their credibility.
Another argument winner is to say that every problem you have with the person was seen with your own eyes, not hearsay. I knew a man vaguely who, in nearly a decade, talked to me about three times. But his friends don't like me. Rather then ignoring me or saying, "Hey Rose, I barely know you", he brought up this one instance where he did talk to me in my early 20's while I was so drunk, to point out that could not remember what was said. One drunk event that I can't even defend does not make me anything but a drunk woman needing a good night's sleep.
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Enough of this talk. I believe adults need to solve all their squabbles with a dance off, or a rap off. Or something creative and bad ass. I almost put a CD on skip with "Now You're Messin With a Son of a Bitch" to these men after lots and lots of my money.
Can't dance? Or rap? Hire a lawyer. Bring up Michael Jackson from the grave, not Johnnie Cochran. Or maybe search the ally ways for a break dancing god. In grave trouble? Import someone with moves like the Chinese imported Chuck Norris to fight Bruce Lee in "Game of Death" (was it Game of Death?)
And if you really don't like the person, ask for Fame type dancing moves. You'll exhaust them to death! Or just keep your pockets full of Oxycotin, 80 milligrams, for Eminem to follow you around.
'Beat It' was an awesome music video. I learned half a air spit because of that man's moves. No Harvard for Michael. Just worry about what outfit to wear. You can hire Don King to promote you.
I suppose we can have trainers in your corner too. Bottle of water, towel, advice. "He did a kip twice, so you counter his move with a slow robot! Got it?"
A Rap Off is important, but you can't use those sentences I mentioned above before the break. You will lose! Just carry a diary around of rhyming words. Either way, you'll have so much rhythmn, no one would want to mess with you.
The world according to Rose. Still no spell check. But when words are sacred to me, they deserve to be capitalized.
But if you are an insecure assnard and want to win a regular argument because you don't have the moral ground to speak from the heart, I will say a few things to help you remain a cowardly person. When you get into the mood where, winning an argument means knowing these strategies, you don't give a damn about that person's feelings. You just want to show how intellectually superior you are to that person. The person you are arguing with may be arguing because of something serious. Please take this into consideration.
1.)Start your argument by saying, "I'm sorry you are so upset..." Someone kept sending me e-mails starting with this sentence. At first it baffled me, because I was not upset. Then I looked up, "How to win an argument" and found that it's a formula. Saying this sentence once, or more, is a chess move because:
a.)First, it assumes that the person speaking (or typing) has a moral high ground by apologizing for your behavior.
b.)This places the "apologetic" person in a attack position. Because it assumes that you are upset, therefor out of control. Anyone who is out of control with emotion has no credibility. That one sentence puts you in a defensive stance because it shifts the topic to your state of mind, rather then the facts of the argument, so you instead must defend your emotional state, not your reason for the argument.
When you're assumed to be the loose cannon here, deflect this dirty tactic by ignoring the comment. In Judo you win by moving out of the way of an attack so the person's momentum becomes their downfall.
Also, if you want to be a jerk, never answer the person's questions to you about the argument in question. Instead, attack their credibility. If you ignore all that was said of you (no matter how true it is) then the other person is really in control because they have the floor to go for your perception of reality, as opposed to facts. So, assholes, ignore the person's complaint and attack their credibility.
Another argument winner is to say that every problem you have with the person was seen with your own eyes, not hearsay. I knew a man vaguely who, in nearly a decade, talked to me about three times. But his friends don't like me. Rather then ignoring me or saying, "Hey Rose, I barely know you", he brought up this one instance where he did talk to me in my early 20's while I was so drunk, to point out that could not remember what was said. One drunk event that I can't even defend does not make me anything but a drunk woman needing a good night's sleep.
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Enough of this talk. I believe adults need to solve all their squabbles with a dance off, or a rap off. Or something creative and bad ass. I almost put a CD on skip with "Now You're Messin With a Son of a Bitch" to these men after lots and lots of my money.
Can't dance? Or rap? Hire a lawyer. Bring up Michael Jackson from the grave, not Johnnie Cochran. Or maybe search the ally ways for a break dancing god. In grave trouble? Import someone with moves like the Chinese imported Chuck Norris to fight Bruce Lee in "Game of Death" (was it Game of Death?)
And if you really don't like the person, ask for Fame type dancing moves. You'll exhaust them to death! Or just keep your pockets full of Oxycotin, 80 milligrams, for Eminem to follow you around.
'Beat It' was an awesome music video. I learned half a air spit because of that man's moves. No Harvard for Michael. Just worry about what outfit to wear. You can hire Don King to promote you.
I suppose we can have trainers in your corner too. Bottle of water, towel, advice. "He did a kip twice, so you counter his move with a slow robot! Got it?"
A Rap Off is important, but you can't use those sentences I mentioned above before the break. You will lose! Just carry a diary around of rhyming words. Either way, you'll have so much rhythmn, no one would want to mess with you.
The world according to Rose. Still no spell check. But when words are sacred to me, they deserve to be capitalized.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Ron Paul
I hope to cut and paste my entire conversation. The response is from a very passionate University Professor.
However, my computer is not letting me. He had two good e-mails on Ron Paul. I disagree with one point here, but will not say what that is because it will ruin the purity of the text.
First, I asked who "Anonymous" is, because a friend of mine said, "Anonymous for President". Then I asked about why people tear him down so much when in reality I believe people would love him. The first e-mail is lost (on my g-mail). Here is his second, very thoughtful reply. Please read with an open mind, and heart.
"Anonymous is the hacker group that works anonymously to bring accountability to both government and corporations. They have hacked into government files and released tons of info from corporations. They would seem to have a lot in common with Ron Paul and his distrust of unlimited government power. The trick with Paul, is to value his values that you agree with and agree that he is not perfect ( his views on rape and abortion etc). The question is does Paul have more in common with your core values and can you accept that he is not you. People seem to think that Paul is supposed to conform to their agenda or he is not right, but he is not trying to conform to the perfect agenda of the left ( he is pro-life), he is trying to be consistent to his own particular values. People seem to have difficulty understanding that a person can be moral and not agree with them on every issue. Paul is a conservative REPUBLICAN, he is not a leftist and therefore when the left attacks him they miss the whole point...he is a REPUBLICAN with a consistent set of moral values. Republicans tend to be white and they tend to not care about issues of race and class. This should not surprise intelligent people. Paul represents a white district in a rural part of Texas and Texas is a racist state...so of course Paul is going to evolve his views over time when it comes to poverty and race. Lyndon Johnson was a Texas racist who got the civil rights act passed and the voting rights act passed. It is not where someone comes from, it is where they are now and where they are going that is important. I think the fact that Paul was a racist in the past is fairly meaningless if he has evoloved his view over time. Change, thoughtful change is good. On abortion Paul is wrong. But he is morally consistent."
However, my computer is not letting me. He had two good e-mails on Ron Paul. I disagree with one point here, but will not say what that is because it will ruin the purity of the text.
First, I asked who "Anonymous" is, because a friend of mine said, "Anonymous for President". Then I asked about why people tear him down so much when in reality I believe people would love him. The first e-mail is lost (on my g-mail). Here is his second, very thoughtful reply. Please read with an open mind, and heart.
"Anonymous is the hacker group that works anonymously to bring accountability to both government and corporations. They have hacked into government files and released tons of info from corporations. They would seem to have a lot in common with Ron Paul and his distrust of unlimited government power. The trick with Paul, is to value his values that you agree with and agree that he is not perfect ( his views on rape and abortion etc). The question is does Paul have more in common with your core values and can you accept that he is not you. People seem to think that Paul is supposed to conform to their agenda or he is not right, but he is not trying to conform to the perfect agenda of the left ( he is pro-life), he is trying to be consistent to his own particular values. People seem to have difficulty understanding that a person can be moral and not agree with them on every issue. Paul is a conservative REPUBLICAN, he is not a leftist and therefore when the left attacks him they miss the whole point...he is a REPUBLICAN with a consistent set of moral values. Republicans tend to be white and they tend to not care about issues of race and class. This should not surprise intelligent people. Paul represents a white district in a rural part of Texas and Texas is a racist state...so of course Paul is going to evolve his views over time when it comes to poverty and race. Lyndon Johnson was a Texas racist who got the civil rights act passed and the voting rights act passed. It is not where someone comes from, it is where they are now and where they are going that is important. I think the fact that Paul was a racist in the past is fairly meaningless if he has evoloved his view over time. Change, thoughtful change is good. On abortion Paul is wrong. But he is morally consistent."
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Brain Eating Parasites
It's bad enough that I know enough people who are brain eating parasites (a euphemism of the word "opportunist") but now I have to worry about another type. Recently I bought a netti pot. I thought it would solve so many problems. I'm sick often. My brother found this article yesterday:
http://news.yahoo.com/brain-eating-amoeba-fatalities-linked-common-cold-remedy-160603508.html
Short blog. Netti pots are gross in other ways. I do yoga, and any upside down move after using the netti causes my nose to run like Carl Lewis. I wish I could run like him, with or without the opiate injections underneath the fingernails. That would just put me to sleep.
http://news.yahoo.com/brain-eating-amoeba-fatalities-linked-common-cold-remedy-160603508.html
Short blog. Netti pots are gross in other ways. I do yoga, and any upside down move after using the netti causes my nose to run like Carl Lewis. I wish I could run like him, with or without the opiate injections underneath the fingernails. That would just put me to sleep.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Austin, Texas from Arcata, California
On June 20th, 2011 I moved via Uhaul to Austin. A quick prelude to why I moved. A few reasons. One, I have extremely bad insomnia. I check movies out in parts on Youtube. At the time, "Death Proof" was playing. Half of the movie takes place in Austin (I've been to those spots too). The movie described Austin as, "a small town". It looked like a rock and roll know it all spot to live.
Second, I was dating a man who was pushing me to act out my dreams. Without his nudging I would be in Arcata still. He wanted a pre-planned epic love affair were we both moved for the summer to start new lives. Only his move involved his return to a stable life back in Arcata.
Women don't do this often. Or men. Move alone to unknown territory with no known friends. I did. I'm awesome.
My brother helped me to move. We got to Austin on the 20th and he had about four hours to stay and orient me to my new environment before he took transportation back to Montana. He was late in leaving because he tried to hard to accommodate my stay. I signed a year long lease. My first lease ever.
The weather stayed 110 all summer long. I live right next to Austin's biggest express way, yet I live in the middle of nowhere. Austin is huge! Jetson's type huge. The highways are out of control with fast motion.
Side note: I did not know this about Austin. So on the second day I came a fraction of a second away from getting hit by a car that did not see me going around sixty miles an hour. It was so jarring that I laid in bed and listen to my favorite music all day in gratitude.
Another fact about Austin is that their roads are crazy. Example: Where I initially bought my scooter (which I took back because I was too weak to handle a center stand), the shop has five different names for that street. Five. There is no grid. In fact the road planner committed suicide, which some native told me he believed was from all the accidents he caused with his poor planning. I do not know if that is true.
Going outside requires a water bottle put into the freezer for a half an hour. Or ice inside. I had to walk on a sorry excuse for a side walk on the express way in search of a grocery store. My first day looking took three hours. In 110 heat.
I finally found a health food store. Also, I applied for a job there. I was driven to work in Austin. Yet I live in the middle of nowhere. I also applied at some semi-fast food place nearby.
Next on my list was transportation. I bought a scooter and returned it, as previously stated. Then I went to a better shop and bought a nice, baby blue, badass scooter. I named him General Rommel (I hate Nazis, believe me) and he sits next to my front door. Another thing about Austin is people name cars, guns, inanimate objects.
The boyfriend came in between my search for scooters. People are egar to help in Austin. He co-owns a car/motorcycle/scooter store with his father. We began going out to eat. This drained my savings account. There goes Barcelona for three weeks (for now).
A fight that happens often between my man and me is going to 6th street. I moved here for the music and dancing. Austin is the World's biggest Live Music Capital. I've rarely been downtown. Only once with my boyfriend. Once....it was our first date.
Frustrated that I was losing my savings, not getting calls from potential employees and my cat being too black to handle five minutes outside, I lost my drive. I signed up for a local model company and get paid some money for work. My drive is gone but so is the heat and foreign attidude. The heat turned into buckets of rain. I love rain.
Texas is different. While first meeting my boyfriend's friends someone brought up guns. I made a comment, "Oh you own a gun?" A laugh followed. The entire room owned at least a gun. A person in that room shot his own knee in a accident chalked up to stupidity. He named that gun, "dumbass".
There are gems in Austin that make it unique. We have a memorial for Charles Whitman's victims next to a memorial for a random cop shooting. We have a rainbow colored ice cream shop with art on every inch of wall and a photo booth you can bring beer into. Apparently the rest of Texas considers Austin a homosexual heaven, which makes me feel I made the right decision whenever I hear this talk.
Lance Armstrong is a "Austin Asshole" Robert Rodriguez is not. We have some celebrities that call this city home. The masseuse at The Hilton was a friend to Jessica Alba. My boyfriend takes me to the Hilton to pretend we went farther.
BBQ is big here. Guns, big. I saw a bumper sticker that said, "If you come for mine you better bring yours" and I understood it! Half my lease is gone as I write this. I never explained how, at first, it was such a big deal to buy the best food at this health food store. I'd go through the day excited about apple sauce. The walk to the store was excruciating. I went eight days without sleep once here. But those times are behind me.
Yesterday I went shopping for engagement rings. A nice man who I paid to fix my computer (explaining why I had
no blogs for a while) also let me borrow his Internet. My cat is the rockstar of the neighborhood. As I write life is calming down.
Second, I was dating a man who was pushing me to act out my dreams. Without his nudging I would be in Arcata still. He wanted a pre-planned epic love affair were we both moved for the summer to start new lives. Only his move involved his return to a stable life back in Arcata.
Women don't do this often. Or men. Move alone to unknown territory with no known friends. I did. I'm awesome.
My brother helped me to move. We got to Austin on the 20th and he had about four hours to stay and orient me to my new environment before he took transportation back to Montana. He was late in leaving because he tried to hard to accommodate my stay. I signed a year long lease. My first lease ever.
The weather stayed 110 all summer long. I live right next to Austin's biggest express way, yet I live in the middle of nowhere. Austin is huge! Jetson's type huge. The highways are out of control with fast motion.
Side note: I did not know this about Austin. So on the second day I came a fraction of a second away from getting hit by a car that did not see me going around sixty miles an hour. It was so jarring that I laid in bed and listen to my favorite music all day in gratitude.
Another fact about Austin is that their roads are crazy. Example: Where I initially bought my scooter (which I took back because I was too weak to handle a center stand), the shop has five different names for that street. Five. There is no grid. In fact the road planner committed suicide, which some native told me he believed was from all the accidents he caused with his poor planning. I do not know if that is true.
Going outside requires a water bottle put into the freezer for a half an hour. Or ice inside. I had to walk on a sorry excuse for a side walk on the express way in search of a grocery store. My first day looking took three hours. In 110 heat.
I finally found a health food store. Also, I applied for a job there. I was driven to work in Austin. Yet I live in the middle of nowhere. I also applied at some semi-fast food place nearby.
Next on my list was transportation. I bought a scooter and returned it, as previously stated. Then I went to a better shop and bought a nice, baby blue, badass scooter. I named him General Rommel (I hate Nazis, believe me) and he sits next to my front door. Another thing about Austin is people name cars, guns, inanimate objects.
The boyfriend came in between my search for scooters. People are egar to help in Austin. He co-owns a car/motorcycle/scooter store with his father. We began going out to eat. This drained my savings account. There goes Barcelona for three weeks (for now).
A fight that happens often between my man and me is going to 6th street. I moved here for the music and dancing. Austin is the World's biggest Live Music Capital. I've rarely been downtown. Only once with my boyfriend. Once....it was our first date.
Frustrated that I was losing my savings, not getting calls from potential employees and my cat being too black to handle five minutes outside, I lost my drive. I signed up for a local model company and get paid some money for work. My drive is gone but so is the heat and foreign attidude. The heat turned into buckets of rain. I love rain.
Texas is different. While first meeting my boyfriend's friends someone brought up guns. I made a comment, "Oh you own a gun?" A laugh followed. The entire room owned at least a gun. A person in that room shot his own knee in a accident chalked up to stupidity. He named that gun, "dumbass".
There are gems in Austin that make it unique. We have a memorial for Charles Whitman's victims next to a memorial for a random cop shooting. We have a rainbow colored ice cream shop with art on every inch of wall and a photo booth you can bring beer into. Apparently the rest of Texas considers Austin a homosexual heaven, which makes me feel I made the right decision whenever I hear this talk.
Lance Armstrong is a "Austin Asshole" Robert Rodriguez is not. We have some celebrities that call this city home. The masseuse at The Hilton was a friend to Jessica Alba. My boyfriend takes me to the Hilton to pretend we went farther.
BBQ is big here. Guns, big. I saw a bumper sticker that said, "If you come for mine you better bring yours" and I understood it! Half my lease is gone as I write this. I never explained how, at first, it was such a big deal to buy the best food at this health food store. I'd go through the day excited about apple sauce. The walk to the store was excruciating. I went eight days without sleep once here. But those times are behind me.
Yesterday I went shopping for engagement rings. A nice man who I paid to fix my computer (explaining why I had
no blogs for a while) also let me borrow his Internet. My cat is the rockstar of the neighborhood. As I write life is calming down.
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