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onramp year two 2002
onramp year one 2001
Dustbin days- 2000
2001-08-02 - 10:25 p.m.
what i wish my day was like (or what i am too lazy to make my day like):
wake up around 9:30 make hibiscus tea and oatmeal and fresh fruit eat them on the porch as i watch the world go by and plan my day. work in my yard, pull weeds prune roses, cut grass, tend garden, turn compost, re plant the gladiolas. or perhaps pick blackberries and make a pie.make some buttons, read soem zines and write postcards to the piles of zines i got at the zine symposium. package orders and letters hop on a bike with joe and head down to our post box to get mail and have tons of orders and rad letters from friends all over the country, go downtown to reading frenzy, eat dinner somewhere while we paruse our mail and walk six miles home engrossed in conversation with joe. get home and help joe package orders, make some buttons, package my own orders, check e-mail (only once a day) find new distros for brainscan, and update my stupid diaryland page. call lindsay and hang out talking, or go to a show or a movie or potluck or other portland type activity. come home to joey and read him a chapter of the harry potter book my mom got me and fall asleep all comfy in bed.
what our days are usually like:
wake up have tea and oatmeal or eat at beaterville the same thing as we always get 2-3 days a week there (the poor girl:toast with their yummy jam, tofu, and potatoes) come home check e-mail and decide with ones i have energy to respond to. go upstairs and mindlessly click on talk radio as i absorb hours of it from paul harvey's "rest of the story" through dr. laura, to those boring local guys to tom martino to art bell. i'm in and out of my room making buttons and folding zines and staring at the pile of zines that i vowed to respond to, bothering joe when he is trying to work on sticker layouts and stalling him when he is organizing his new office. i may sit on the porch but i get sad that i don't havethe engery to take care of my yard the way it needs to be taken care of. i water it every few days and pull some weeds too. 3 times a week joe and i venture into south east to check our mail and try to find other things to do down there so that our treck isn't worth nothing. i usually check e-mail again and half heartedly check out how friends are doing. read a few zines. talk joe into riding up to kennedy school to watch a movie, feeling anti-social and not calling lindsay like i want to. eating small snack meals all day to avoid really cooking. joe sometimes falls asleep early if we try to watch a movie at home and i am left trying to fall asleep for an hour or so listening to art bell and conversations about aliens and conspiracies on the radio.
i guess my life is pretty ideal that i can live like this. it makes me very happy. yet i still feel like a slug somedays. my real days aren't too far from my idealized days. i'm just gettign so anti-socail lately i don't know what's wrong with me. it makes my social skills wane and i have a hard time having conversations with people. oh well i should go now. -alex
***MICROCOSM PUBLISHING***we make 1" buttons, stickers, shirts, and patches. we also distro recrods, books, zines and more. this is how joe and i make a living
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/>a night like this - "NO MOMS ALLOWED!!!"
