Old Pictures

Got my colour pics back, still need the black and white ones. They were too professional a film for CVS. Need to take them to Harmon. The first is me about nine years ago? Eyebrowless phase, (Chauncey hated that.)

This is a picture of my cat Finch. I took a ton of these because all I had was a webcam pic before that was very blurry. This cat is an emotional and physical wreck now. She's gotten better, but she has an allergy to fleas and she gets separation issues if we leave for too long. She was originally deserted outside at some point. We rescued her after she started camping out on Chauncey's car before work, walking the ramp when he walked the dog, (and saying hi to her!) and standing sadly by the door.

 This is my last rat, Bomber. My dog, Adhara, loved her like she loved all the rats, mostly because she liked sniffing their butts. She had a friend named Pockets, but Pockets died a week after I got her to a severe respiratory infection. Fortunately, her death was quick, I had another rat that took weeks to suffocate to death (the vet actually suggested I not put her to sleep, or I would have. I'm not that cruel.)

This is me about 9 years ago, when a friend Jamie, put weave in my hair. We were under the mistaken impression that you took a lighter to the braids to get rid of the stray hairs. This created little globs of plastic that caught on the hair constantly, making this impossible to wear for long.

This is Adhara, dead for a little while now. Apparently the only Malamute in the world that got along with and even loved: cats, rats, children, and anyone that paid attention to her. In the end, she was still very with it, and physically she was perfectly fine, but her legs gave out, and she was in a great deal of pain despite as many pain killers as we could give her without ruining the quality of her life.

I still think about her a lot. She was pretty much my kid. I don't think I'll ever find another creature like her. If anyone deserved immortality in all the best ways, she would have been it.








Okay, so next post something besides personal photos. Maybe something of value, philosophy, economics, politics, whatever.

Music

I've been filling out my profile for this blog.

I just did movies, which took awhile and probably isn't complete, and only authors for books instead of actual books, because I have read a lot of books. Though, to be fair, it's been really hard for me to read anything at all lately, which has been rather frustrating. I just get antsy and fidgety. The music I haven't even started on, god I like a lot of bands, and cycle through what I listen to depending on my mood. Right now it is all folk and blues.

Robert Johnson is probably my favourite artist of all time. When I was able to drink, I managed to fit in a few good nights listening to him and downing whiskey, but that was shortly before my drinking days ended.

I just downloaded a fuckton of blues, both women and men, from Demonoid. I also have this great CD set (pirated sadly, if I ever get the money I will buy it,) People Take Warning. Some very old blues and folk. A lot of it is about some very old tragedies. One of the songs I recognised a few lines from from another folk song I knew, and wasn't sure which was recycled from which, but it was interesting how the songs merged from one another.

Blues is great, because it makes me feel pain that isn't mine, (though I have experienced poverty to a degree,) so it's a sort of positive low. That's difficult to understand, I realise. Plus the sound is often record quality, and the voices are rich and I love that. Big Momma Thornton and Ruth Brown are great examples of women with wonderful voices. Ruth Brown didn't originally stick to me, then I had Momma, He Treats Your Daughter Mean stuck in my head all day the next day!

I am having three rolls of film developed in the next few days, mostly very very old pictures. I'll share some if any are worth it.

First of the First

For some reason I have decided to undertake writing a blog. I don't actually have many friends to follow a blog, or many online friends, either. However, I think I have enough things going on at this point to entertain myself by recording them.

Around the 18th of July, I am going to New York with my father and my boyfriend, Chauncey. I will be visiting a number of restaurants, including Peek'N Peak, near Chautauqua, which has a total of one vegan dish, (naturally it is pasta,) and the Strong Hearts Cafe, in Syracuse, which has only vegan dishes. We are actually there to visit old stomping grounds, namely Ligonier in Pennsylvania, Chautauqua Institution in New York, and Boonville, New York. We'll drop by Panama Rocks and Old Forge, I think. I'll be writing from there.

This fall I will be attending the local (as in an hour drive to Fort Myers,) college via Pell Grant (assuming I am approved, no word yet.) I am going for a AS in computer programming. I would have preferred an AA, but trigonometry and calculus are simply out of my league.

Also, since my political efforts consist of the communist manifesto, various bits and pieces picked up along the way, listening to CNN and conservative talk radio, and a few online news papers, I have decided to read some proper literature on my political views. I picked up Das Kapital for the Kindle. Only, it's pretty heavy. Near the beginning, Marx is going into commodities, and he gets somewhat mathematical and I begin to lose him. I am considering getting A Companion to Marx's Capital, which helps explain it, and it is by a liberal enough author that it won't be a constant "this sucks because". I want to understand what Marx was saying, not whether he was right or wrong, Until then, I have some smaller essays by Trotsky and Marx.

I realise I sound somewhat uneducated with regards to communism, but I have a strong grasp of the basics from years of debating it. Whether my views follow the original views as strongly as they should remains to be seen, and I am still uneducated, regardless. Don't let the name of the blog fool you though, I am aware that Communism, (as opposed to communism,) went very bad. It is my belief it was always the difference of the building being built from the top down, rather than from the foundation up.