Transplanted Life
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
At least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Like the other folks who are left reading this thing, I looked at that last post and thought, man, is she full of herself. I'm not saying I don't stand behind what I say in it, but I think the feeling is something that maybe doesn't translate to someone who hasn't lived this sort of life. It's not that most people don't notice changes to their body and aging, but it's a continuous process, whereas I have a discontinuity in my life in July 2003. Most people don't have a first impression of their own body, so when they look in the mirror in the morning, they are mostly comparing themselves to how they looked the day before, and changes are minor. It's all relative to them. I'm always comparing myself to how I looked when this body was twenty-five; there's the long-dismissed (but still rooted) idea in my head of returning Michelle's body to her as I found it.

Anyway, I don't expect anyone else to particularly sympathize or understand, but that's what was going on in my head that day.

So, I've been holding back a bit - whenever I've been planning on writing something, I'd sit back and think, is this (a) special and (b) not whining? As it turns out, my life has been in that sort of rut for the last few months - good enough that any complaints are not really worth mentioning, though not to the extent of being good news

Saturday was fun, though - one of Telly's bands actually booked itself a good gig. Not a great one, but in the Harvard Square area, which is better than some of the places he's played. The worst, I gather, was a weekday gig at a place out in Cambridgeside that is tough to find not because it's off the beaten path, but because a cajun bar & grill sharing a building with a health club (which has the much larger sign and the front door) is going to get overlooked. Very clean, he said, but not many customers, which kind of sucks when most of your pay is expected to be a percentage of the bar.

Not a problem here: It was Saturday night, there were plenty of college kids looking to get a bit lit, and the place actually had some decent beer on tap, so Kate, Amy, and I were willing to help the cause.

I was kind of surprised by some of what they were playing. Most of it was your standard bar rock - Stevie Ray Vaughn and other rhythm and blues types, probably from before most of the people involved were born. A few originals, too, but also some oddball picks. I didn't know you could do a rock & roll arrangement of "The Highwayman", or that these guys would play it. Telly later claimed it as his idea - "country" doesn't just mean the south, but is big in places like rural New England, too - he'd heard a bunch of it growing up in Vermont. Besides, he said, if you can't respect music by the combination of Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, and Waylon Jennings, you're a pretty ridiculous little snot; that's some talent right there.

It was fun to get up and dance a little, and probably good for me, too. Even when you're with someone, it's nice to be looked at, and this body's impending thirtieth birthday didn't seem to be what people were thinking of when we got out on the floor. (Yay boobs! Yay dancing with another girl!)

- Martina

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is there more or is this it. I love to hear about the particulars of someones day other than my own. Please post more and thank you very much for what you have already posted
Some people value social situations and seek social contact. I do not.
The years of isolation not only conditioned me NOT to desire social interaction but I developed a desire and satisfaction for isolation.
Don't affect my writing, CHEATING whore joke.
"It will change." It will not.
Everyone needs to understand their limitations. I understand mine.
And so do you.
By refraining from a career placement, especially considering my advanced age, it is obvious your intent has sinister strategy behind it.
I needed that job. Without it I will piss away my down payment.
You won't be sharing any of the billions you extracted from the raping of my life, so this is my only shot. If I was to accept a typical office job I will be "on the clock", as it were. We saw it at law firm, we saw it at employer.
My days will be numbered, guarenteeing I begin in on my meager savings again, intended for a down payment.
No offense, but I'd rather you just take it, as will happen when industrialist engages in their action.
I wonder if, when they ship me off to Guantanemo for being a terrorist, they will let me snorkel off the shore.
If I stay close?

Rick Springfield- Jessies girl
Shall we talk about timing with Luke & Laura?
Another 2 big clues for those tuned in at such an early date.

Much as I addressed regarding the discussion that women's attire affected men's behavior so were there other issues "ridiculed away" as the Gods sought to transition into this Godless, immoral enviornment society has become.
1. Decency/obsentiy in media
2. Corporal punishment for children
So, that's it?! you've lost interest in the blog and you're just going to leave us hanging?

Mr. Ram
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