Friday, Dec. 26, 2003 - 6:05 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Things People My Life
People I have loved have given me things. Things that people my life.
From Karen I got a refrigerator. I was so angry I didnt answer the phone for days while she left "I'm offering you my refrigerator" messages. I had no refrigerator for months.. only a freezer I made blocks of ice in to put into a camping cooler. Now I have a refrigerator from her. Also Tricky, Portishead and Spearhead.
From Annie I have a handmade wooden chest and bedside table. She made them with her own hands... and no nails, only wooden goujons through the wood. They hold my framed illustrations, and all my astrology books and my yoga book. I also got watercolor paints in a beautiful wooden box which started my illustration career.
From Crow I got my kitty astrixes who purrs on me in bed and on the sofa and makes dirty footprints on everything. Also a David Bowie cd, and also Ween, Ministry, Concrete Blonde and Violent Femmes.
From Lucie I got a video player... lent and never wanted back. And a broken cd player with no volume control to plug into my cassette deck. Also flannel pyjamas for cold night visits to places where I need modesty.
From my Dad I got a tv, even when I didnt watch tv. I first watched "Singing in the Rain" dubbed in French, on its black and white screen.
From Jacques I got a boombox, though I paid for it, the price was ridiculously low. It gave me beautiful music for years. I also got a personal demo tape by a musician woman he introduced me to, whom he was enamored with. I cherish its rawness now that she has gone professional.
From Disappearing Boy I got cassettes introducing me to the Cure, Sinead O'Connor and Jonathan Richman, who is still one of my favorites. He also painted my kitchen in faux finis, beautifully. I paid for that too, but I cherish it.
From ob I got a gorgeous lamp that makes me warm inside and gives beauty to my livingroom. Also beautiful music (Nomi Lamm, Patty Griffin, Beth Orton, The Golden Paliminos), and throws for my sofas and an elephant indian pillow that turn my livingroom from a dead space into an exotic retreat. And patio lights. Pirate underwear and a beautiful little treasure chest.
Black repaired my mother's car, and gave me pleasure in wigs, funky fetish clothes and femmey lingerie. He was not a giving person in things, but in services. The only thing I have from him is two very tacky cheap metal candle holders in the shape of tulips. But he kept the candle spaces supplied with Ferrero Rocher chocolates for 9 months.
The Butchy Door Dyke gave me her favorite alternative comics books, and thus I discovered Tankgirl and Love and Rockets.
Motorcycle Boy gave me a motorcycle helmet, my ohm ring and Delerium.
Chris gave me a mixed cd with Mathilde Santing, Everything But the Girl, Anne Clark, Cyndi Lauper, Cocteau Twins, Penguin Cafe Orchestra. And love for dykes.
Carole gave me my step-on kitchen garbage can (shit that thing is now 18 years old!) My first men's watch. And a telephone that still works when the power is out.
Mario lent me his record player/stereo receiver in 1985 and never took it back. Also his paper cutter I still use.
David gave me art books.
Carter gave me the Coen Brothers and David Hykes Harmonic Choir, and Steve Reichs.
Francis gave me the table I draw on.
Paul gave me my first massage table with which I earned my living for 4 years.
Manon and Dominique gave me my polaroid camera.
My mom... shit she furnished my house and my kitchen and my life every gift-giving occasion and other times. My futon, my sofa, my kitchen table, my blender, my color tv, my microwave, my handmixer, my cutlery, my vacuum cleaner, her old singer sewing machine, my pots and pans, my bedroom carpet, my hairdryer (from 1978!!), my red wagon, my first and only(thirdhand) car. My mom believes in helpful gifts, preferably on sale, or castoffs from her.
People come and people go, and they leave things that people my life.
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