infatuation with the calculation

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I would like to request one day off for sleeping and being at home.
Of course I would be taking care of projects (of which there are a multitude), so I would be busy anyway, but still...I need some time in the bean bag chair, to see Michele for longer than 15 minutes, to appreciate by now-clean drawing table.

I was ecstatically hung over on Friday, after a day of buyingabike/findingoutmypaycheckbounced/hangingoutwithpeteandlucia/seeinggarret'sshow/beerdrinkingwithkidsandnewandoldfriends... I usually am hungover on public transportation. Where I pretty much always get hit on. It's cool though, because the sun was bright and hot and I lay on the grass at the Emeryville train station, listening on my $7.00 walkman to a GREAT tape that my friend Graham made me (I was about to call him at this point of hungoverecstacy, just cause I was so happy and the combination of a tape with the MC5 and The Murder City Devils is SO SUBLIME), or working on my new drawing practice; tattoo flash. So I had a great getting-hit-on experience and the guys were really sweet and goth. Yay goths! I have a great affection for people who wear all black all the time (being the only color-wearing member of my household), even though Mykle says his default setting with goths is appalled hatred (or something to that effect).
I draw daggers and hearts and bloody eyeballs and roses and snakes and spiderwebs. I am putting off starting to learn to draw tribal designs (vomit!!), and am focusing on interpreting the old-fashioned Sailor Jerry flash in the KaiSmart style. I will also have to learn to draw flames and japanese waves. I can pretty much draw dragons and koi. Grinning skulls with jester hats are also pretty much under control (hahaha).

I had dinner with the Girls in Santa Cruz last night, and it was a dream as always. Zina lives in a corrugated tin roof bungalow on the edge of a neighborhood, right before the lane turns from paved to dirt. Jasmine grows over the door and the fencing is made from sculptural bamboo. She has a giant vegetable garden and a big yard with trees and a picnic table. The inside of the house is covered with textiles from Latin America and China in the distinctive Zina color-scheme of bright red and yellow and black and deep turquiose blue. Her walls are adorned with vintage advertising posters from China for soap with birds on it, or a health tonic with a winged horse logo.
Zina made chicken cacchiatori (I really butchered that spelling job) and we drank wine (they did) and gin mixed with water with lemon and mint in it (me, pulling an Orion) and I laughed so hard I stopped breathing at one point.
I guess I did have some kind or relaxation and wonderfulness in my weekend anyway.



I have been coerced into starting a "Kai Smart CD of the month club" for Aimee and Zina and Rosey, cause I am the most musically voracious one of us. Actually, A and Z say that they haven't bought a CD in years. Looking through their CD stashes and seeing all the burned ones labeled with my handwriting....well I am the person that the music industry is worried about. Arrest Me!! I am bankrupting musicians! Actually, I don't download music off of the web, I buy the real new CD, so I think I probably shouldn't get arrested.
Anyhow, the first is the new Kate Bush Album; Ariel, which is one of my top three purchases in the last year. Oh god it's good. The things that make it especially good;
the fact that it's a double album, it has a song where she sings about pi:

"Sweet and gentle sensitive man
With an obsessive nature and deep fascination
For numbers
And a complete infatuation with the calculation
Of PI"

and I want to listen to it during nearly every mood I get in (Kai's moods: either really happy and not as happy and a little bit stressed out. I'm a simple girl. Haha)
I'm going to try and stick with the CD thing. God knows I have a big enough collection of stamps. Maybe some months I will make mix CDs, or mix TAPES. Though I must be the only person in the world who still listens to TAPES. I feel like I should horde them and await the time when no one carries the cassette anymore. The indie-rock apocalypse.


Am I a huge nerd for liking this t-shirt?:blog shirt

*That top image is the cover of "Misery is a Buttefly". I love the cover so much I am going to buy the CD. New. From a store. This is the power of art and graphic design. It makes you buy something you could download for free, and puts food on the table of the starving musician.