I read the Bible for the first time yesterday
I’ve gone through phases where I rejected the utter idea, phases where I believed the text was written in a structure too complex to understand, and times where I was outright intimidated to begin on such a commitment. Anything that has multiple copies and versions and series and sequels I generally say forget it to. Not just the Holy Bible, Star Wars falls into that same category.
And then I’d go through phases where I wanted to argue with Christians, or anyone that followed the Bible and always said I’d get around to reading it and never did. Alas, when it is assigned to me for a class, is when I first really delve into the Bible. We began with Genesis 1-5. I read start to finish, and felt furious. One phrase kept repeating in my head. “EVE WAS FRAMED EVE WAS FRAMED!” I felt finally, the world we live in today makes so much more sense.
A similar concluding feeling that many people have after reading the Bible, but mine for an entirely different reason. Now, I finally understand where patriarchal values stem from. I finally get why people truly honestly believe that men are superior to women. Because they were plucked from Adams rib while he was in a deep sleep, duh. And because that damned woman was tryna’ seek that knowledge. Silly woman, knowledge of good and evil are for Gods eyes only.
Leaving Seattle Tomorrow
I’m having trouble coming to terms, but I know I’ll be back home again soon. At the least I have to say I’ll be leaving thoroughly satisfied with my adventures.
I was able to travel up and down the west coast, work on a farm in California and live in a yurt, bunk out on the Oregon coast, catch up with old friends, make a ton of new ones, canoe lake Washington, go to some really great shows, camp out in Olympia, cradle a baby deer, take ballet classes, ride my bike in an anarchist race through the city with hundreds of other people, finish some wonderful books, bake yummy summer pies, score tons of Actual Pain, ride a blow up whale, jump off a dry shipyard dock, swing in a hammock on a house boat, meet a cute little honey, watch a meteor shower on a roof, kill a fifth to myself, go to a bike porn show, and blaze in the sun for hours on end with good company.
Last night I went out to my absolute favorite restaurant in the city, Thai Tom. If they’re lucky they can squeeze twenty people in. Every time I’ve gone in, this machine of a tiny Thai man named Tom is juggling six pans at a time, bursting with flames that were so close to my face I was momentarily concerned about my eyebrows well being. We scored a spot up at the bar where I was able to sit in fascination watching him. He’ll spin around, grab a handful of noodles from an open bin, throw them in the pan, grab some of this and some of that, throw some vegetables in and the extras on the ground, grab a pinch of spice and disperse it among the pans, give em a toss, and then whip around and pour them onto six different plates and start all over.
Tomorrow I’m hoping I can snag a pastry from one of my favorite French bakeries at Pike Place on the way up north. If there’s time, I’ve been secretly eyeballing the 200 foot ferris wheel on the pier. For fucks sake, they have closed pods with glass floors and air conditioning. We’ll see. I’m sad to go, but I am excited to start a new chapter in Bellingham.
Vibrations Fest II
Last weekend I was able to catch Cairo’s second annual Vibrations fest, held in Capitol Hills Volunteer Park. Last year, I wasn’t sure what to expect but this time I came fully prepared with blankets, cigarettes, enough water for the day, brie french bread and wine. I already knew there’d be free popsicles. The lineup was looking good, there were a few Seattle natives that have been on my list to see for awhile; Detective Agency//Stickers//King Dude.
During a break between sets, I was introduced to a man who, when earlier walked up to our blanket and muttered something I could not make out, I believed was a complete stranger and possibly homeless. “That’s Omar”, my friend I was sitting with said after he walked away. “He used to be my pot dealer, he’s an amazing musician. Do you have a record player? I’m sure he has some of his vinyl on him, you’ll have to get a copy.” If I had a nickel for every time someone says “they’re an amazing musician” I wouldn’t be getting my groceries from grocery outlet, so I didn’t think much of it at the time. He came back and sure enough, handed me a copy of his project, “Great Spiders.” As I expected, he was quite a character.
I left the park once, to grab some Thai food, and it just so happened King Dude played while I was shoveling Pad Thai into my mouth. I was bummed to say at the least. Although I was able to catch the sweet visual fairy land setup by I WANT YOU (formerly Dumb Eyes) and snagged a couple photos before I left. After attempting to party on Greek row at a Beat Connection show/rager, the cops had beat us to it and sent us home from the alley way.
When I woke in the morning the Great Spiders record was staring me in the face. I popped it on the player and actually, couldn’t believe my ears. I was expecting some typical Seattle garage/room/lo-fi/mumbling acoustic stuff and instead was pleasantly surprised with polished recordings of down to earth rock and roll riffs, soulful vocals, and catchy lyrics that I’ve caught in my head throughout this past week-“If I say I wanna die/you tell me don’t be a fool tonight/and if you feel the same as I/we can both break down and cry (cause the blues are dead). From what I’ve heard, he hasn’t recorded in years, and isn’t all that interested. It’s a shame-I hope he comes around and realizes this is what he’s supposed to be doing.
dentist review II
Cavities filled; three. In other words, I am now one fourth finished with the process. I found myself waking up this morning and telling my mother that I had a sore throat, something I have not done in years. (I didn’t have a sore throat). Although those days are far behind us, she still knew that it was bullshit.
The last filling my novacane had worn off entirely. I didn’t mention it, the only thing getting me through the pain was knowing my mother would buy me a peppermint mocha when I was done and there was no way in hell I was going to have a flabby numb mouth for that to trickle out the side of.
When the dental assistant took out the disgusting rubber dam from my mouth, she told me that I was “a juicy girl.” I wanted to respond in a plethora of ways, but my twenty year old brain told the inner fifteen year old boy part of my brain, don’t even think about it.
I didn’t get a peppermint mocha, but she did get me a bottle of ibuprofen and some new pressed powder. Whatever, it’s cool