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Stolen from a coupla people and posted once I figured out how to make an lj poll, lol.

[Poll #1235058]

I stuck my datura out on the porch in bigger pots - they've survived two days! This morning when I went out to water them, there was a dead cicada in one of the pots. According to the news, this year our cicada emergence is the largest expected since 2002. Apparently they're still quite the delicacy in many parts of the world, but... I don't think I could eat one, deep-fried or not. At least this year they were more timely than the last few years - I get anxious when the cycle is out of synch. It's been deliciously humid this past week - my skin is sighing in relief.

Our garage door is broken. Rob gets to spend all day w/his parents. Makes me relieved it's Monday & I can be here at work.
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Thank you, Great Mystery, for the lightning and thunder... and I'm beginning to hear rain plinking on the metal vent of the chimney. 

Thank you for the beautiful night.

Gray Day

Jul. 11th, 2008 10:02 am
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I am hoping for thunderstorms this weekend. Last night leaving work we could see thunderheads off in the distance - one even looked like a horse & rider. Today it's kind of overcast. I work in the basement of an office building, with no windows on the outside world, but it's humid in here & the quality of lighting even feels gloomy and gray. I'm just glad I don't have to spend the day in screening, lol. It was freaking hot up there the other day, and it's much more humid today. I think I'd probably just pass out.

Ahh, Rain

May. 23rd, 2008 08:24 am
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Thank you, Great Mystery, for the clouds and sky heavy with the perfume of rain and sage. Thank you for the drizzle that graced us on my way to work this morning. Thank you for the cool damp breeze. Only You can know how much I needed it.

Weather

May. 12th, 2008 08:41 pm
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Thank you, Great Mystery, for the clouds and overcast day. Please make your wind go away so I can sleep tonight.

On another note, I skored phat lootz today - we got a Personal Weather Machine loot card from a booster WoW pack! Woot!
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Anymore I hate the wind. I used to like to go run the dogs in it. Used to just like to go running in the wind. It didn't matter if it was the hot August winds or the bitterly cold winter winds - I just wanted to be out in it. Now I want to hide from it. I don't like it, it makes me nervous and anxious. I always feel like something out there is looking for me. I don't want it to find me, but there's no sufficient hiding place. It comes down the chimney and under the doors.

Because it's boring, just me keeping tabs on symptoms )

Tonight I saw Howl's Moving Castle all the way through for the first time. It was beautiful. We rented Hitman last night - I give it two 'meh's. It was a two-meh movie. Billy Zane would've made a way better hitman.

Two more days of work at the Excalibur and I'm free. My indentured servitude to the hospitality industry is finally coming to an end. I am completely terrified.
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Hey, it's raining out there!
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A thunderstorm has been tossing itself over the house since it got dark. It's absolutely gorgeous outside, thunder and rain and wind. It's making it kind of hard for me to concentrate on my assignment, though. I just want to run around out there with my rattle-drum. Disturb the neighbors a little or something. It's so perfect for the Equinox weekend.

Thundery

Aug. 1st, 2007 09:08 am
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Blessings of Lammas, everyone. Hope all the trees you've planted are heavy with ripening fruit.

I scored an 87 on my written exam yesterday & have my oral exam tomorrow. My shift went up for bid last night, so I'll find out what happened w/that on Saturday.

I feel strangely lighthearted. Must be the thunder & potential of rain. I've been bowing gassho to the clouds lately - I think this morning they're bowing back.
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I went & took a typing test today (54 gross, 1 error, 53 net wpm). Put in 4 applications - 2 w/Metro & 2 w/the County. I don't care if we're just looking at being here til I graduate. I know the largest source of my unhappiness is the Excalibur. I need out. Having an updated typing test increases my net worth to employers.

We got a Washington apartment guide - looks like most of the apartments are in the same price range as here. Gack! But it is soooo much prettier. We were out in the heat all day - it's weird, Rob's this skinny guy & he was absolutely suffering out there, but here I am packing all this extra fat & perfectly content to be out in the sun. I think it comes down to the fact that Rob dwells on how hot it is, & how much he hates the heat, whereas I just sit there and be hot. I've never minded the heat out here, but today the sun was covered by teasing clouds & it definitely wasn't as bright out there. The only time I got uncomfortable was when the snap on my shorts heated up & started burning my belly.
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First & foremost, whichever of you fucktards wished for a white Christmas, I hope someone disembowels you & strangles you with your own intestines. It's bloody cold out there & I had to buy a coat I wouldn't normally consider unless I was living in Siberia. I feel a lot of sympathy for all the guys out there on the construction sites, the security guards doing their outdoor patrols, cops, homeless folk... stray dogs & cats & rats. I am, however, hoping for a vast die-off of the scorpions that rule our home.

My titanium immune system caved under the pressure. I just don't have the stamina I used to - a 9-day stretch at work surrounded by hacking snorking people, a good night of drunkness, stress from school, and my immune system waved a final finger in my health's direction. I am sick. It feels like I have about a ton of concrete slurry sitting in the middle of my lungs. I can't get a breath past my bronchial tubes to save my life, literally. Weirdly, my nose is dryer than a bone, but it still hurts like a motherfucker inside.

Other than that... I'm reading Stephen King's newest, Lisey's Story. It's about a widowed woman, once married to a writer who went places. Stephen King, I think, is writing about his own interior landscape. Clive Barker goes there, too. So do I. It's funny how much I recognize that place. The Imajica, Boo'ya Moon, whatever the name of the moment is. Ellenaj was the name I had for it when I was visiting Myriah - yes, my own name, backwards, an image of a world seen 'through the mirror darkly'. It's full of poison birds, poison gardens... raw, painful beauty. Time is strange there. You may heal faster there, but the wounds you get there run deeper. The cracks in your brain. Writers and poets have a release for what they see there - I have lost my art so it runs rampant along the edges of my psyche. The weeds have gotten out of control, the deadly flora and fauna are no longer restricted to coming out after sunset.

Thinking about my parents since I dredged up the memory stew. I'll never know the poison gardens of their marriage. I'll never know what, if anything, my mother wanted to do when she grew up. My dad was a trucker, and he was perfectly happy on the road, a ramblin' man, a travelin' man, a rollin' stone. Both my parents were artists - they could both draw when they wanted to. My dad used to draw things for me & Jody. He could imitate anything WB or Disney came up with. There was a sign on Jody's room door - it had a buzzard in a desert landscape with the legend, 'Fuck leftovers, I want to kill something!' I don't know how the 'f' word was allowed - maybe because my dad drew it, it gave it the stamp of parental approval. Maybe my mother didn't really care. My dad used to paint characters on trucks. We had an old white pick-up at one point, and he had emblazoned it with characters from a cartoon strip, Tumbleweeds (Heh, I found it) that involved cowboys & Injuns. It said something like 'The Lotsa Luck Express' & had the various braves peaking around the truck's logos & pinstripes, with the accompanying cavalry standing on top of the letters, searching the horizon. On the tailgate it had the Chief w/a balloon over his head, saying, "Did you see them? Which way did they go? How many of them were there? How long ago did they pass? I must find them - I am their Leader!" They used to decorate trucks together - my mother would do the upholstery, my dad would find out the driver's interests or CB handle & work something up off that. Every once in awhile, I'll see an old Peterbilt or IH semi in an ad or on t.v. or even on the 'Net & recognize a familiar face looking at me from the bunk door or gas tank. I wish I had a picture of our Lotsa Luck Express. My dad ended up selling it for much more than it was worth. My mother could sew. And draw flowers.

I digress... the past does funny things to your mind. Wondering if my mother had plans for herself beyond being a hausfrau, thinking about their respective artistic talents. The things I'll never know about my own past, my own parents, far outnumber the things I'll remember. They never shared their dreams or hopes or desires with me. They never gave me any grand directions in life, either, beyond 'remove plastic from dessert before placing meal in oven'. I'll never know the landscapes within my parents' skulls.

Rainmaking

Oct. 9th, 2006 07:12 am
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It's raining again this morning - the outside light is amber, the clouds over our house have a deep blueness to them...

It's funny - I know I have no direct impact on the weather, but it seems too wonderful that the rains would follow my drums here. Especially since I bought a 'thunder' drum.
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Joseph Campbell's really pushing that whole 'follow your bliss' thing... I dunno, I still can't buy into it. My horoscope is in cahoots w/ol' Mr. Campbell, tho:

Quickie: You've reached a point of no return, but little resistance. So do things your own way.
Overview: Be the author of your life. Decide what you want to happen -- and, more importantly, what you don't want to happen -- and then make it so. The universe will provide you all the help you need to make this happen -- truly.

In other news, they're doing a huge computer overhaul at Mandalay & Excalibur tonight. It's my weekend, tho, so I don't give a fuckarooniedoonie. I'm planning on getting terrifically drunk tonight, so I'm hoping they try to get me to come in for OT.

The lightning and wind last night was awe-inspiring, but when the rains came I couldn't get outside to play because I was stuck at my desk. I don't even have a window to look out at a small portion of the Desert Mother's thundery glory. It's still cloudy and humid this morning, so I have hopes for a thunderstorm in the next day or so that I can go out & enjoy. The Stardust lost power & our lights were flickering :)

Weather

Jul. 5th, 2006 07:02 pm
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Last year, the thunder days didn't come til August, and they stayed only briefly. The cicadas, however, showed up by late May. This year, things are a little more in synch. Overcast skies on the 3rd, rain early on the 4th, and thunder all day today with spits of rain. Our porch is still showing water spots, little leopard spots like faint ghosts on the concrete.

Thank you, Great Mystery, for sending us thunder and rain and clouds, and forgive me for waxing poetic...

Waiting

Jun. 27th, 2006 04:46 pm
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The clouds are out there, and the scent of rain and sage hangs heavy in the air. I wish it would all combine into a freakin' thunder storm already!!!
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It hailed today. I thought it was just pounding hard rain this morning, but it was actually hail. No wonder the porch was making that wonderful tin-roof sound!
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I don't know if I've actually written about this event or not. When Tania (Rob's sister) mentioned it to us last year... well, it went over like the proverbial lead zeppelin.

Tania is marrying James, which in itself is not a bad thing. James is black. Yes, Rob & Tania's parents are racist, (and strangely enough, that's not the most irritating thing about them) and don't know Tania & James are tying the knot. James & Tania are happy together, they've been together for years, and they are both grown-ups. So, let 'em get married.

No, the problem w/the whole marrying thing is the wedding and me trying desperately to NOT have to be involved in it. I have been working inordinately hard this past year to make sure that I would be at work both the Sunday night before Hallowe'en & Hallowe'en itself, which for me is bordering... no, for me, it is blasphemy. And if my deities choose to smite me for working on the holiest day of the year, I most certainly deserve it, especially because I am not working out of necessity, but out of selfishness.

This is the real reason I do not want to go to Tania & James' wedding, the secret-heart reason: when I mentally compare myself to the descriptions I've gotten of Tania's friends, I feel very bad about my loser self. I don't want to be Tania's fat, ugly, loser, dead-end-job sister-in-law. Instead, I'd rather be the selfish-bitch-couldn't-even-make-an-appearance-at-the-reception-sister-in-law & be talked about behind my back instead of having these people talk behind my back about who I really am. For fuck's sake, Tania's best friend does the nails for Madonna & Prince. She's bringing out all her best art-world, high-finance, ultra-talented, super-chic friends from New York & then there's James' family - ultra-southern-Baptist North Carolinians... and there would be me & Rob ushering these people around & taking their coats & making sure they were seated where they were supposed to be & generally being treated like 'esteemed host & hostess' & acting like Fetch & Steppit while all these society & family folk had a good time & then went back home to either laugh at us or feel sorry for us or both. Tania's got Rob doing the chaffeur bit for James' bachelor party on Saturday night, he's got to be Alex's baby-sitter & keep tabs on him all day & night Sunday to ensure the kid makes it to his mom's wedding on Monday... and lucky me - I work Saturday night, Sunday night & Monday night. "So sorry, I won't be able to make it to your noon wedding & your 10-hour-long reception that will end up going from one end of the Strip to the other, on foot, wearing a funny hat & trying to keep all your friends & relatives in a relatively compact herd while giving out orange flowers to people."

So that's it. I have held myself up to the candle of New York socialites & found my huevos lacking.

This is my lame-ass 'sounds like a lame-ass excuse' excuse: I have to work. Period. No, I cannot call in because I am the sole support for Rob & myself, and thanks to being late to work this past Saturday, if I am late or call in again one more time in the next 90 days, I will be suspended (which no one has to know that my last late/absence infraction fell off on Oct. 21 - I was late on the 23rd, which was technically the 24th for me as I am on Shift #1). Not to mention, every time I call in, thanks to my pay rate, I lose $150 dollars. And I don't have the luxury of having the kind of job where I can just stroll in any time I want & work my 10 hours - I have a time schedule. Certain things have to be done at certain times. Period. And due to circumstances beyond my control, I haven't been able to train a relief person in months so I can even have an extra off, & they are fucking around w/letting me train someone else w/both my & Alea's vacations in about 6 weeks. And I have to sleep sometime, so there's not going to be any of that getting off work Monday morning, trying to catch a 2-hr nap, going to the wedding & parading around all day w/these people & then going in to work at 9pm that night. Nothing is going to make me voluntarily stay up some 40 hours - I do it enough due to insomnia to know exactly how much fun it is.

So yes, I am a selfish bitch, because quite a bit of my lame-ass excuse is the truth.

Everyone at work was awe-stricken to know that I would rather work Hallowe'en than go to Tania's wedding, but they have formulated two opinions on that based on information I've given them. They think that either 1) I am secretly actually a racist, selfish bitch or 2) Rob's mom & dad are actually that bad & I am avoiding a potentially nasty domestic scene.

So this morning I stuck a turkey in the oven after helping it give birth to its own neck, which was wedged inside it so tight I couldn't even get a spoon or anything between the neck & the inner wall of the turkey. There was no give there at all. It's sort of a coppery color outside right now, and it's thundering, but there's no rain here.

Yesterday I went to yet another new gyno - this guy's office was waaaaaaay down Lake Mead in N.L.V. I didn't have to wait as long as most other gyno's I've been to - the benefit of a late afternoon appointment, I guess. But I think this guy either used Metrogel as a lube, or, even worse, he gave me another bacterial infection. I'm in that wait-&-see mode. If he managed to kick off another bacterial problem, I may just sue for emotional distress. I hate it when my pussy's broken.
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As I was waking up today, I was thinking how I ought to get the books for Naked Lunch & Blade Runner & read them. For some reason, as I lay there visualizing the guy w/a typewriter for a head from Naked Lunch, the phrase "Do androids dream of electric sheep?" went through my brain. I knew I had heard that phrase somewhere before - I don't come up w/weird things like that completely on my own. So I google'd it & found out that it's the title of the book that Blade Runner was based on. Which I didn't know but my brain had somehow absorbed without the necessary associations to put two & two together.

Trying to talk Rob into trading computers... I don't need a lot of computing power for school & he's been whining about how his computer won't run any of the games. It's seriously getting on my nerves, because the last thing I need to hear him whining about is how he wants a new computer when he hasn't worked in almost 3 months & I was unable to pay about 4 bills that are due before my next pay period. And gas is up to $3.09 a gallon which means I can't short us this next two weeks to pay said bills unless I really want to take the bus to work... which, in this neighborhood, isn't wise to be standing around a bus stop after dark.

People in New Orleans are a little odd... they held their Gay Pride parade today, and people have been making makeshift tombs for the dead folk laying in the streets & on the roadsides. Life goes on.
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Til I came home & started arguing engineering & repair of broken levees w/Rob...

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20050831/ap_on_re_us/hurricane_katrina_10

Governor: Everyone Must Leave New Orleans

By BRETT MARTEL, Associated Press Writer1 hour, 55 minutes ago

Army engineers struggled without success to plug New Orleans' breached levees with sandbags, and the governor said Wednesday the situation was worsening and there was no choice but to abandon the flooded city.

"The challenge is an engineering nightmare," Gov. Kathleen Blanco said on ABC's "Good Morning America." "The National Guard has been dropping sandbags into it, but it's like dropping it into a black hole."

As the waters continued to rise in New Orleans, four Navy ships raced toward the Gulf Coast with drinking water and other emergency supplies, and Red Cross workers from across the country converged on the devastated region. The Red Cross reported it had about 40,000 people in 200 shelters across the area.

Officials said the death toll from Hurricane Katrina had reached at least 110 in Mississippi, while Louisiana put aside the counting of the dead to concentrate on rescuing the living, many of whom were still trapped on rooftops and in attics.

Blanco acknowledged that looting was a severe problem but said that officials had to focus on survivors. "We don't like looters one bit, but first and foremost is search and rescue," she said.

To repair one of the levees holding back Lake Pontchartrain, officials late Tuesday dropped 3,000-pound sandbags from helicopters and hauled dozens of 15-foot concrete barriers into the breach. Maj. Gen. Don Riley of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers said officials also had a more audacious plan: finding a barge to plug the 500-foot hole.

Riley said it could take close to a month to get the water out of the city. If the water rises a few feet higher, it could also wipe out the water system for the whole city, said New Orleans' homeland security chief, Terry Ebbert.

Blanco said she wanted the Superdome — which had become a shelter of last resort for about 20,000 people — evacuated within two days, though was still unclear where the people would go. The air conditioning inside the Superdome was out, the toilets were broken, and tempers were rising in the sweltering heat. "Conditions are degenerating rapidly," she said. "It's a very, very desperate situation."

The Federal Emergency Management Agency was considering putting people on cruise ships, in tent cities, mobile home parks, and so-called floating dormitories — boats the agency uses to house its own employees.

A helicopter view of the devastation over Louisiana and Mississippi revealed people standing on black rooftops, baking in the sunshine while waiting for rescue boats.

"I can only imagine that this is what Hiroshima looked like 60 years ago," said Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour after touring the destruction by air Tuesday.

All day long, rescuers in boats and helicopters plucked bedraggled flood refugees from rooftops and attics. Louisiana Lt. Gov. Mitch Landrieu said 3,000 people have been rescued by boat and air, some placed shivering and wet into helicopter baskets. They were brought by the truckload into shelters, some in wheelchairs and some carrying babies, with stories of survival and of those who didn't make it.

"Oh my God, it was hell," said Kioka Williams, who had to hack through the ceiling of the beauty shop where she worked as floodwaters rose in New Orleans' low-lying Ninth Ward. "We were screaming, hollering, flashing lights. It was complete chaos."

Looting broke out in some New Orleans neighborhoods, prompting authorities to send more than 70 additional officers and an armed personnel carrier into the city. One police officer was shot in the head by a looter but was expected to recover, authorities said.

On New Orleans' Canal Street, dozens of looters ripped open the steel gates on clothing and jewelry stores and grabbed merchandise. In Biloxi, Miss., people picked through casino slot machines for coins and ransacked other businesses. In some cases, the looting was in full view of police and National Guardsmen.

Officials said it was simply too early to estimate a death toll. One Mississippi county alone said it had suffered at least 100 deaths, and officials are "very, very worried that this is going to go a lot higher," said Joe Spraggins, civil defense director for Harrison County, home to Biloxi and Gulfport. In neighboring Jackson County, officials said at least 10 deaths were blamed on the storm.

Several of dead in Harrison County were from a beachfront apartment building that collapsed under a 25-foot wall of water as Hurricane Katrina slammed the Gulf Coast with 145-mph winds Monday. Louisiana officials said many were feared dead there, too, making Katrina one of the most punishing storms to hit the United States in decades.

Blanco asked residents to spend Wednesday in prayer.

"That would be the best thing to calm our spirits and thank our Lord that we are survivors," she said. "Slowly, gradually, we will recover; we will survive; we will rebuild."

Across Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, more than 1 million residents remained without electricity, some without clean drinking water. Officials said it could be weeks, if not months, before most evacuees will be able to return.

Emergency medical teams from across the country were sent into the region and President Bush cut short his Texas vacation Tuesday to return to Washington to focus on the storm damage.

Federal Emergency Management Agency director Mike Brown warned that structural damage to homes, diseases from animal carcasses and chemicals in floodwaters made it unsafe for residents to come home anytime soon. The sweltering city of 480,000 had no drinkable water, and the electricity could be out for weeks.

Katrina, which was downgraded to a tropical depression, packed winds around 30 mph as it moved through the Ohio Valley early Wednesday, with the potential to dump 8 inches of rain and spin off deadly tornadoes.

The remnants of Katrina spawned bands of storms and tornadoes across Georgia that caused at least two deaths, multiple injuries and leveled dozens of buildings. A tornado damaged 13 homes near Marshall, Va.

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Associated Press reporters Holbrook Mohr, Mary Foster, Allen G. Breed, Adam Nossiter and Jay Reeves contributed to this report.

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On the Net:

National Hurricane Center: http://www.nhc.noaa.gov

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Dear old city... The levees are breaching in Louisiana - Jefferson Parish, which is where we lived (Metairie, Kenner, Jefferson, Gretna) & now New Orleans itself are under between 7 & 15 feet of water. A breach in the Jefferson Parish levee led to more failures along the wall, and the pumps that run pretty much continuously have stopped. So the water is rising.

Still watching CNN on & off. A little ticker passed by 'Snakes & Alligators May Be In The City'. Martial law has been declared somewhere - they're shooting looters.

It was kind of funny, watching the Doppler pictures of the path of the actual hurricane - it looked like it was heading straight for New Orleans, and then it was sharply diverted towards Mississippi. Almost like someone shoved the storm eastward. Someone's still watching out for the Crescent City, but they forgot about the levees.

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