Weathering the Blues

I'm trying to beat the winter bleakness that is central NY. So far, the grimness of winter and all that accompanies it (dirty pants, dirty streets, wet cars, freezing temps, icicles threatening to kill you the moment you walk out the door, and relentless (annoying?) snowfall) appear to be winning. In other words, I'm blue. Very blue. Super blue. Bluer than the color blue. Blue dammit. Oh sure, I can tell myself that the fucking groundhog saw his shadow indicating the early arrival of Spring, but can a bucktoothed rodent named Phil really pull me from the grips of winter sadness? Can it melt my frigid, icy, mood that grips me from morning 'til night? I could also order one of those razzle dazzle lights that will emulate natural sunlight (without the cancer causing agents), but I'm so fucking sick of winter and everything associated with it, I can't even do that small task. Oh, I should recall my motto: laugh, love, fuck, and drink liquor. Well, I have no problem with the drinking aspect (though I prefer a good red to the hard stuff), which is probably part of the problem. Le'ts break this motto down for fun . . .

1. Laugh: Over what? I suppose TV has served some of it's entertainment puposes. Idol is fuck all funny. And, Saturday Night Live has been having its moments. Hard to laugh about the country though. We are headed to war with Iran and the stupid ass media continues to spew more idiocy from the "senior" administration officials. Have we learned nothing?

2. Love: I've been doing more hatin than lovin lately. Must be the scorpion mixed with the winter that has created this awful brew. I do have some writing pressure breathing down my neck which makes loving anything fairly difficult. I love the fam. I love the cats. I love the dog--but found this weekend a little difficult to bear. He's also fallen prey to the winter blues or what I like to call: "Getting Fat in February" because I do LOVE to eat. Caught up in a moment of wild, canine frenzy, our beloved hound scoped out some used tampons (oh yeah, the period does nothing to uplift my spirits) and ATE them. He must have consumed 4 total (3 regular and one super). Smith got no love from me. I wanted to photograph a turd with a tampon string coming out the end, but found it simply too distasteful, even for this rather nasty entry. He shit a Playtex Multipack all weekend. Dumb dogs.
For all those who are bitter about romantic love, I suggest listening to the latest gem from Lucinda Williams: West Bitter, Raw, Obsessed. I enjoy it more each time I hear it . . .

3. Fuck: None of your business. But I aint complaining.

4. Drink Liquor (wine): We have resorted to buying wine by the case and I think we should double the order. At least til Spring arrives. Cheers mothafucka. I'm out.

My New Motto

The other night I was cooking dinner to The Coup's Pick a Bigger Weapon and was struck by song 3's funky ass rhythm (actually, for all you funk fans, this album is a a hell of a ride) and refrain:

Laugh, Love, Fuck and Drink Liquor (and help the damn revolution come quicker).

In an instant I knew this would be my motto for 2007.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

Since returning from the RP, I've been rather short on items to blog about. It's not as if I don't do anything day in and day out, but sometimes life in the village feels like the Bill Murray flick "Groundhog's Day" or the classic Dunkin Donuts commercial "Time to Make the Donuts". In short, life in the village, especially during the winter months, feels rather redundant.

Speaking of winter, I am very glad I don't live in Oswego, Parish, or Mexico, NY where snowfall totals in a week's period were simply beyond comprehension. 8 feet of snow? Are you fucking kidding me? FREEZE LAKE ONTARIO! FREEZE! Just as I was counting my lucky stars for not living near the lake, the 2007 Valentine's Day Nor'easter (the bold is for dramatic effect) strikes central NY, dumping approx. 32 inches of snow in a 24 hour period. Pics are fothcoming. Seriously, since Wednesday, we have been living in a Siberian-esque hell. Help!

Here's what's been in rotation since I last posted:

1. NYC weekend visit: Entire time spent in West and East village. Lots of shoe stores, coffee shops, restaurants, bars. Recommend: Loves Save the Day. A very cool popular culture store in the E. Village. The Cubbyhole: Good old fashioned eye candy for the queer girl.

2. Shut Up and Sing: Another cool Barbara Kopple documentary. I haven't seen one of her docs that I haven't enjoyed, but my favorite remains Harlan County, USA.

3. Ear Candy: Kanye West's The College Dropout, Band of Horses Everything All The Time

4. Reading: Weekly, Kathleen *The Communist Party of the Philippines: 1968-1993*, Mulder, Niels *Filipino Images*, The Nation, Harper's

5. TV: American Idol, Food Network (Barefoot Contessa, Nigella Bites), The Weather Channel