Okay, lemme try again. I'm broke and the new GBV album sounds like a Who album. There would have been a time when I thought that was a good thing, but now I think it's just kinda dull. I didn't expect the vocals to be so light and young. Weird. Yet another band I really haven't paid attention to (much like the Replacements) and now, 10 years later (or whatever) they're being held up as iconic.
Iconic, ironic.
Yeah.
Meanwhile, the Mid-east simmers on. My solution to this age old question? Sanctions against Israel until they fucking grow up and make a deal to share the region's wealth. Yes, I mean land and power. There is no other way. Fighting terrorism with opression doesn't work. When has it ever worked? That's right. Opression, armed military or any other variety only breeds more ingrained and desperate opposition. Fuck the state of Israel. They have no more "right" to their country as anyone else. How dare they deny the majority population recognition.
Sound familiar? Sound like 1989 all over again? Bush=Bush. Apartheid, homelands, the mid-East in turmoil.
Meanwhile the US murders afghanis while no one looks and we chastize Serbia for defending themselves, yet crow about Israel's "rights". Not rocket science here, in my mind.

In breaking news today: the lionsuit-wearing drummer of the mysterious Tullycraft is currently driving for us. There was a thoroughly unfortunate and awkward reunion of sorts in dispatch just minutes ago. I walked up and asked "Jeff?" and he looks at me blankly and goes "Yes?" smiling patiently, then together we said "Michelle."
Mumbled utterings about T-craft reunions followed, and then I dawdled off, feeling like a dork. It was weird having someone not recognize me. That sounds much more arrogant than it is: I'm just weird, and usually people remember me. But then again, I was blonder, younger, and possibly thinner then too.
Meanwhile, UPS brought me a new toy for work today, and I am all acquivvvvvver with delight. Ahem.
Also, the book isn't happening. No real writing is happening. Days are passing in the worst possible way: unnotably. Reading Juno's tour diary does not help the situation. Gah.
Would very much like to venture forth east o' the mountains and do some riding at some point this weekend.

damn, that josh hooten is a funny, funny guy. if you like yer funny political (as i do), and maybe you miss ol' josh's column in Punk Planet, then you should go to Mixtape , where he dishes out the tres amusing stuff almost every week or so. remember the days when "punk rock" and "intelligent" were interchangable?

So the very best thing about the punk rock is the community, right? Well, at least that's the thing that still amazes me. I was walking to work today, and heard someone call my name, and I turned to find it was one of the many ex-Agent 86 drummers that populate this wacky, crazy place we call Earth. This particular drummer, Karl, has always been one of my favorites because not only did we share our time in A86, but we also shared the fabulous 3+ weeks that made up the final part of the Detonators and Beggars tour back int he Spring of '92. We run into each other from time to time, and it's always a pleasant suprise. That tour with the Dets was a life-changing time for me, and I suspect it may have been for him too. As always, a punk rock US tour, DIY style forces a lot of issues into the harsh light of reality. I was along as a driver he was there as the drummer, and it all comes crashing back to me when I see him. Things I don't think about much any more, things I miss, things I don't. Most of all, that feeling of driving through the Canadian Rockies, leaving Calgary at 7 in the morning, all the Dets asleep in the van, listening to the classical station (the only thing that would come in on the radio) and contemplating where my life was headed. Who would have guessed it was here.

Huh. Ok then. We'll give it a go. I'm giving back in to the need to ramble incessently, and will enjoy the anonymity of no one knowing where to find me right now. I mean sure, the diaryland journal still gets hits everyday, mostly on older entries that dte back to my free-and-easy days of being a retired punk rocker with an easy job and loads of free time on my hands. 'Tis not the case now, things are very different. Married, raising my husband's eight-year-old kid and still trying to dip my toe in the indie-punk rock world that so very much shaped my reality. So, we'll see how this goes. It's easier now, and I like the format and the interface. Watch me jump on the Blogger bandwagon, and if yer curious about what came before, the past is at //hopey.diaryland.com

testing again, almost ready for possible lift-off.

checking to see if one day i'll have insert clever phrase here, here.