Ruins
Oh, fuck it, can I just admit that I feel like this massive ruin? Crushed. At least there’s always hope to rebuild.
June, you’re swell
So what of it, June? I’ve been enjoying complaining about the sweltering heat and not complaining about not wearing socks.
Red Wings took up a whole bunch of time in May and June, and a sudden increase of beer-drinking was charted.
I pretended my landlord’s garden was my own. 
My friend Meghan from Student Farmworker Alliance came to visit, but I only took photos of the food. The Al Ameer platter nearly defeated us. Other culinary highlights were making mixed drinks with Faygo Rock & Rye, and the best sandwich in Detroit – the Madill from Mudgies.
We took work discussions outside, for the first time.
I’ve been a bit too much of a recluse, but did see a great avant garde jazz trio called The Bad Plus and saw the incredible Orishas. A fun fact about the Orishas is that they are all very attractive and do things with their hips that made me blush. And I loved them for their music! 
Music is big, as usual, these days. I’ve been surprised that I actually feel grief about Michael Jackson’s passing, but am thankful to have his music in my life, more often. Last.fm is still my haven, and Sunny Day Real Estate and Maxwell tours are making me dizzy with glee.
I’m scheming about travel, but illness in my family is keeping me in the state. I’m hoping to see Chicago, again, for the Revolutionary Work in Our Times strategic dialogue, and maybe fanangle a trip to NYC and Immokalee. Thankfully, the Allied Media Conference will bring many cherished souls to Detroit.
Big struggles in my life, still, this June in what I’ve been terming honoring finding the right path in life. More on this, I hope, in the future.
The revolution will be digitized?
Kevin Kelly’s recent Wired article, “The New Socialism: Global Collectivist Society” is certain to make capital-S Socialists irritated at the in-the-box way pop culture talks about the history of revolutionary socialism. Talk of socialism feels about as common as a Perez Hilton slam on “opposite-marriage” proponent Miss California and just about everything has “socialist” potential these days.
Unfortunately, the article is another example how tech folk think they can usher in social change with little grounding in grassroots people’s movements they are disconnected from.
Jumping over a huge political mess-pile about people-defined radical social and economic change, I still like this Wired article for reminding us how new tools are helping us collaborate and share, and volunteer en masse on collective projects.
The real question for me, still, is how online collaboration is actually changing anything.
One Macho cat giving in to sunshine
Saturday’s incredible summer-style weather was a major pick-me-up this weekend for everyone I know, including my wee ones.
Macho, whom still remains aloof from me most of the time, got caught up in a sunbeam and rolled, soft belly exposed, with the abandon of a less serious cat.
Of course, Mango had to get in on the action towards the end, always the princess.
Click for a little slideshow. No fancy camera work, just iPhone shots.
How is it that when I win, I lose?
Roaring along excellently so far on the latest quit, now on the 16th day.
In fact, all the usual indicators that I’m sticking to it are present:
Feed me!
I’ll save the obvious-to-me open pun for later and ask you to update your feed of my blog by adding the new feed here.
I’ve undergone a domain change and would love to keep all my pretties under one feed umbrella. It won’t change again.
This blog post really needs a picture of me eating, and it’s crazy that I don’t have any.
Courtney Love Pens Real-Time Memoir
Courtney Love is getting sued for libel for being belligerent towards a designer via Twitter and Myspace, which is non-news, right?
Right. Except it helped me discover Courtney Love’s Twitter account which is…undefinably amazing. Who needs cable with this shit?
Love uses Twitter as a stream-of-conscious messenger, typing until she’s forced to stop, hitting enter, and doing it again, and again, and again. CelebrityTweet.com says she’s tweeted 62 times today, more than any other celebrity.
And, it is incredible.
It’s a truly wondrous time, where technology lies open the every most thought of the world’s most…interesting…minds. Love may have created a new genre–insta-blogging or streaming twits. Whatever it is, I can’t stop reading. Listening. Whatever.
A selection of posts from early this morning/late in the night, put into chronological order appears below.
UPDATE: I missed that NYMag.com posted similarly on March 27 in Dear Courtney Love, Maybe Twitter Isn’t the Right Medium for You Awesome!
tiiiiime…locked in my bedroom loong before i knew waht iambi pentameter was i wou;ld read all the Dickens, Jackies( heh) “Joy Of SEX” christ those hairy munsters doing Gawd knows wot, stepdaddy and mummy( i must try and call Linda that more!) bought a PRINT frm that book swear to god a hairy charchoal pront of thehairy long tittd people doing it in a strange manner i could make out his sac every day, weve all im sure had loooads of sex sex and more kinks and kooks thatn we want but did you grow to be 8 in a dark cloudy room with either 1. “The Tempest” in yer own ( and a copy of the LP of “Groupies” “Leonard Cohen” “White Album” “Madman Across The Water” and Middlemarch, or else go into the stanky living room/ main teepee withthe Godseyes and the GODDAMMED “Joy Of SeX” ORIGINAL “etching” on the wall? i shall stay in my room, metaphorically i am still there, are we like…makimng THE WALL? i mean that in a good way. Beinhorn sees the light reflecting upon some surface and instead if yer Nag Champa, Persian Rug , Navarro, Guadlupe candle recording studio we have instead girls boys , sacs, MASSIVE Black curtains , flankedwith blacklights, all one can see is flouro, whites of eyes whose got capped teeth, its not xactly flannel ahh Jefferson who shall sell MORE COPY?
Well, me i aint no celebrity, im wearing Bubblegum etsy knit slippers and a massiveSeditionaries stolen( not by me! i dont steal! cept once a lipgloss and i returned the thing, cant bring meself to steal) Johnmny Rotten sweater off “Sidn Nancy” set, how terrible of J..!im adding up how many people owe me tuition and medical, hmmm, Kate Moss has never ONCE offered to pay for the meal, and for that matter neither has Stipe, My friend Julie says “You LOVE paying for dinner thats your problem!” traumatised by my childhood, by that mans with the beards sac, i have Amazon Binges it was Classic Dickens then Wags then post “Im w the Band” groupie pooks ( including Piers morgan and 3am girls and it made me misty for when Miss Pamela came to our house i hate this day every year , im sad all bloody day, for 3 of em, cos i dont know quiteteh day to be sad, for weird other reasons i called our Seattle house, spoke w the owner a v bnice microspft lady, that hous eis like Per La Chez, im NOT sticking these ashes in the spooky kids Hwood graveyard, NO !
are my “Dollty Parton” and “Metallica” roses still growing? is the Banzai maple doing alright? Does Starbucks meanie owner live next door? her name is “Susan” yes all is growing in the verdant Northwestern townon Washington Blvd, then she told me she hadnt painted over Fbs lil Growing Wall, and i just lost it, so yes i am sad, this cultyre apopears to dictate that 17 years later one cant be grieving and sad as a fucking wouned bear or miss someone one love d so very very much, i you tubed my kid only to discover things i didnt know, nothing bad but someone broke into her facebook and personal photos and shes just trying to find her porcelain skinned blue eyed red lipped black haire
Sundays are always kind of dull
My dear friend Betsy does a lot of cool things, one of them being “vertical blogging.” Let’s give that a try.
1. I love this blog, www.thekitchn.com, even though I don’t cook shit. I mean, I was so proud of myself for making brownies from a mix this weekend and using coffee instead of water. Revolutionary cooking skills.
2. I really hate Starbucks, right? There’s a huge tag cloud of reasons why, from fear of corporate ownership to the yuppie ascetic to the fatty price tag. Having been on a cafe bender this weekend, I’m currently at a SB. Sad. However, they were real sweet and made a decaf Americano as they were out of decaf. A bit of my anti-corporate heart melted, a little.
3. Is it so wrong to hire cleaners? I got half-way through cleaning my stove today and about diiiiied from boredom. Plus, my apartment is becoming the kind of dirty that needs true cleaning skills.
4. One year after winning the lottery or becoming paraplegic, people are equally as happy says Dan Gilbert. AWESOME news for those of us resigned to nominally okay lives. It doesn’t matter – just be happy.
5. I’ve got a bit of a social media hangover. I figured out how to add my feeds into my Facebook. Then, I figured out how to add more to FriendFeed and THEN added that, truly everything I do online, to my blog. It’s all sort of pointless, but I appreciate that my social media is organized, and faring so much better than my kitchen. The RSS for my FriendFeed is this. Neat.
6. I can’t wait to watch the MSU and whoever that other team is play Monday night! I am the ultimate fair-weather fan, waiting until that pivotal edge-of-the-seat game. MSU is essentially my alma mater, we decided, or the closest we’ll ever be to Final Four, coming from a lot less good public school an hour away. I’ll take it. And I don’t even feel guilty that I’ve NEVER watched a college basketball game.
Chilling at Cafe con Leche
Avoiding the Final Four craziness for the moment, though I’m slightly regretting my decision to skip a free N*E*R*D show last night to stay warm and avoid people. It’s just that I’m a Detroiter and it’s scary to see thousands of people downtown. I just essentially blamed Detroit for my agoraphobia, which isn’t very fair. Detroit never wins.
Chilling at Cafe con Leche, which I just wrote up for Yelp, finally. I’m really happy this little cafe is in my neighborhood. I’ve been wanting to see a coffee shop on this exact corner for the last three years.
I want to love it more, but I’m honestly scared of getting a broken heart. I’m a coffee shop groupie, and I’m just so scared that the cafe will go under, and I’ll be coffee-less and heart broken.
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Suddenly scanning his sci-fi blogs for competition
Me: “I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult lately.”
Him: “It’s okay. I don’t want to date a robot that agrees with everything I say.”
Him: “Even if I think robots are really hot.”
Hello! This is Tiffany.
