tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34725892009-02-20T19:19:21.861-06:00Let's pretend you're interested.Jamienoreply@blogger.comBlogger659125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1129146351397756642005-10-12T14:23:00.000-05:002005-10-12T14:45:51.433-05:00

THE FOOF HAS ARRIVED!Yes, that's right. The long awaited and much discussed Foof has finally come to my door. I am currently enthroned on it's microfibrous bulk in the greatest of luxury and comfort. I no longer look in envy at my cat, curled up on my pillow, wishing, "If only there was a way . . ." For now there is! It is the way of Foof. And I shall happily follow it's fooftacular teachings.

Jamienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1128634640772879322005-10-06T16:36:00.000-05:002005-10-08T03:23:04.260-05:00

It's a gray, drizzly day, the first really chilly one of the year. I bust out my favorite green pea coat and brown corderoys, and top my blue hair with my grampa's black and white checked woolen "cabby" hat. As I entered the ground floor of my building after running a few errands, a man, fairly clean and sober looking, carrying a satchel and looking cold, passed by my front door. "Sweetie," he

Jamienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1128589652484675772005-10-06T04:05:00.000-05:002005-10-08T03:27:03.166-05:00

A nap and a cigarette . . .I'm dangerous.A quick glance behind me,I remember where I've been.Oh yeah,I'm a conqueror.If I choose to go out tonight,I'm a cougar,A tiger.You don't scare me.No, not even you.I ash,I strut,You watch my back recede.Who's that girl?The one you missed out on.Currently Listening: Spoon "Kill The Moonlight"Currently Reading: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Jamienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1128546213215132502005-10-05T15:44:00.000-05:002005-10-08T03:24:50.926-05:00

The people with the most confidence and the most independence are the loneliest and most scared. They don't need anyone, so they don't have anyone. They are so confident because they have nothing to lose. They have no one to lose. And they are forever fearing the formation of attachments, because that would be their downfall. They fear trust, and love, because if those processes were indulged in,

Jamienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1127151556357614252005-09-19T12:29:00.000-05:002005-09-19T12:39:16.380-05:00

This year, I'm getting everyone a piece of webcomic merch for Christmas. Yes, even my grandmother and 5 year old niece. One stop shop.So great, oh yes. You know it.

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On Clouet Street, where a days-old fire continues to burn where a warehouse once stood, a man on a bicycle wheels up through the smoke to introduce himself as Strangebone. The nights without power or water have been tough, especially since the police took away the gun he was carrying - "They beat me and threatened to kill me," he says - but there are benefits to this new world."You're able to see

Jamienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1124759846297033092005-08-22T20:14:00.000-05:002005-08-22T20:17:26.306-05:00

The most delightful instrument.

Jamienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1123810359006297172005-08-11T20:24:00.000-05:002005-08-11T20:32:39.020-05:00

I think I just had a really good idea. Say you're a kid who browses an independent bookstore on a regular basis, covets several books but has little pocket money (like Charlie Bucket). And say you're a kid who so badly wants to have a cool job at an independent bookstore. And say you're a sympathetic bookstore owner who started this for the purpose of getting books into the hands of those that

Jamienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1123232048330010222005-08-05T03:46:00.000-05:002005-08-07T01:50:51.046-05:00

I love Questionable Content. I am not alone! Though if I behaved that way, Melinda would, well, she wouldn't fire me, but she'd be very, very disappointed. (She's leaving the country soon . . . I'm definitally considering a mandatory ignorance charge on the next customer who asks me if "espressos are an iced drink")Title edit, thanks to anonymous commentor. Sorry, I was tired first time around

Jamienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1123198973925071602005-08-04T18:27:00.000-05:002005-08-04T18:43:41.606-05:00

I know I'm dense, or maybe I was just closing my eyes to an unpleasant fact, but I just recently realized that not only is George Bush a church going, clean living christian, but he's an evangelical. As in, if he lived her in Tulsa he'd go to Rhema, he'd send his kids to Victory, he'd guest lecture at ORU. I thank Craig for making me vomit and bringing this fact to my attention.And then today I

Jamienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1123110044468031602005-08-03T17:02:00.000-05:002005-08-03T18:00:44.476-05:00

I was recently steered to this site for a template for some Kick Ass Initiative stuff. It's right, I guess. I mean, it's accurate and all. But written in the voice of The Man. It's The Man who keeps saying "let's make Tulsa COOL" and The Kids who say, "Let's make Tulsa KICKASS". It's The Man who targets youth culture and sells us sneakers and soda using very good imitations of our passions and

Jamienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1123097013560722512005-08-03T14:04:00.000-05:002005-08-03T14:23:33.566-05:00

I just finished reading Our Band Could Be Your Life by Michael Azerrad and have been listening to some of the bands it talks about that I'd not heard much, like Husker Du and Fugazi. And as good as they are, listening to them makes me think of that scene in Back To The Future, when Marty plays the arcade game in Cafe 80s, and the future kids scoff at him, "You use your hands? That's like a baby's

Jamienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122687781367013752005-07-29T20:31:00.000-05:002005-07-29T20:43:01.373-05:00

You know that joke about New York or L.A., how every waiter is "really" an actor? Well, in Tulsa, they're all aspiring business owners. Everywhere I go in Tulsa, I meet another young person with a business plan in their back pocket. We all have these dreams, these ideas. They're not so huge. A record store. A 'zine. A roller derby. But with the infrastructure and government we have in this

Jamienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122570711915786072005-07-28T12:09:00.000-05:002005-07-28T12:11:51.923-05:00

If you like commentary on political and social issues relevant to young people in this part of the country from a action-oriented leftist perspective, you'll like this.

Jamienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122536266950032702005-07-28T01:50:00.000-05:002005-07-28T02:37:47.003-05:00

The service industry is a very stressful one. Dealing with customers and minute by minute deadlines, multi-tasking and working for tips . . . but you can't let it get to you. When I have busy or stressful shifts, what I do (besides sticking my head in the freezer when it's all over) is allow all my stress and annoyance at Big Train guzzling, South Tulsa daytripping, "white belts" to spill out in

Jamienoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122492813953544932005-07-27T14:32:00.000-05:002005-07-27T14:33:33.966-05:00

No, it’s not a normal venue. No, it’s also not a flea infested firetrap run by alcoholics. It’s a big fuchsia house at 11th and Knoxville. And it’s a place Tulsa can be proud of. I’m sorry to say, I’d never been there before last night but I had a lovely evening at the $100 Taco.I was told to walk/ride/carpool because there’s not much parking. (In fact, there’s none. You have to park across 11th

Jamienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122298533794503252005-07-25T08:32:00.000-05:002005-07-25T08:35:33.803-05:00

Would you like to feel pain unlike you've felt or expected? Just stick your bare little wrist up against a steam wand while it's in use and you'll feel like the skin has been ripped off. I promise.

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Verdant.Springlike.Young,Youth,Fresh.A word used in board rooms.A fresh perspective, fresh take,Fresh sound,Fresh produce.We are the fresh.We are the springlike.We are the makers of new and strange and strong.We are the market they’re looking for.We are the topsy turvy perspectiveTo inject into your daily life.The stencil on the sidewalk,The holler in the lecture hall,The crazy endeavor that wasn

Jamienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122142002976862912005-07-23T12:53:00.000-05:002005-07-23T13:06:42.986-05:00

This Wednesday, when on my new job of Urban Tulsa delivery girl, when I deliver to the Williams Tower offices of the Tulsa Metro Chamber of Commerce, or maybe at City Hall, I'm going to walk past the receptionist desk, straight to the office of the president or the mayor, slam down my bundles of the new issue, open last week's issue to this article, and say, "Have you ever even cracked one of

Jamienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1122062021044145992005-07-22T14:53:00.000-05:002005-07-22T14:54:14.493-05:00

I saw one of these lying in the street today! Flashback to stocking stuffers and irrational requests for toys at the checkout of Target when I was five.

Jamienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1121990791458821772005-07-21T19:03:00.000-05:002005-07-21T19:06:31.466-05:00

This is the coolest thing I've seen since this.

Jamienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1121968359787963372005-07-21T12:52:00.000-05:002005-07-21T13:04:28.166-05:00

Whoa! Right? Yeah, I cut off my dreads. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I'm very happy with the dryad-like results. It's better suited to the function. If you recall, there was a reason I got them in the first place. Though I'm not sure I still believe everything I wrote then, I know the soul of what I meant. I wanted to be unburdened by the expectations of others. The dreads were no

Jamienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472589.post-1121968196704439472005-07-21T12:49:00.000-05:002005-07-21T12:49:56.710-05:00

Before . . . (this was taken a couple months ago)

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Halfway there!

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All gone!

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