"hey ladies"

So nineinchlovely aka Riley came over last night and we watched The Ray & MelRo Show, sometimes called Will & Grace. Last night there was not much airtime for Jack & Karen, so I guess it was Will & Grace. Then I dragged Riley around my big gay neighborhood. He was my bodyguard at the bank, then we went by Reckless Records, where I bought a couple albums by Jimmy Smith. woo-hoo! I really dig them, and I've been looking for more jazz organists to get into. So thanks, eveandodd. I looked up John Alcorn and Chet Baker, but they didn't have much. One rare live album by Chet, which I didn't want to throw down 10 bucks for if I didn't know for sure it was worth it. Next time. Sorry for neglecting other folks suggestions -- I have them all written down in my infamous red book, but I left it at the apartment.

Anyway, then we stopped by Unabridged Bookstore since Riley had never visited, then I dragged him to Treasure Island so I could purchase olives. (Even though I was totally dehydrated from the olives eaten earlier in the evening.) I think he enjoyed the root beer selection, so we'll have to go back sometime when they aren't closing....

I am mentally fried. Last night I felt like I had no attention span (I hope I wasn't too weird, Riley), and was simlutaneous hyper and exhausted. I'm still feeling this way today.

Last night I had a very bizarre dream, that was sort of 2 dreams in one.
First half: Damon and I had designed an elaborate scheme to rob and kill these two people. We had decided we would be able to get away with it, and it would be worth it because we would acquire $800,000. The weird part is that we had told a lot of people in our life about it, and even gotten them to sort of assist us, at least in the cover-up aspect, but not in the actual killing/robbing part. I think my friends were helping me out because they trusted me so much, that even though it seemed horribly wrong, they wanted to believe I wasn't doing something bad. But right before we were going to act, I suddeny realized the gravity of our situation. That we were going to KILL someone. And not only that, I realized I would probably definitely get caught. So I called off the plan at the last minute. My friend Li___ was really relieved and told me so. I also remember that I was trying to phone supergoat because she was somehow involved by picking us up in a car afterwards or something. And I was having trouble getting hold of her....
The second half of my dream involved me walking with MelRo and she was reading the paper. We were just engaging in idle chitchat, then suddenly she was like "oh my god" and I asked what had she read. She said that my friend Jen M___ (aka Alex's friend) had died in a car wreck. I looked at the obituary and realized that she must have died right after I talked to her on the phone (in real life, I e-mailed with her yesterday, not talked on the phone). The dream felt really really life-like. I was experiencing the same emotions that I would in real-life -- namely shock and disbelief that I would never see her again. Very bizarre.

I'm glad it was a dream. But I swear to anyone, if something happens to her in real-life that is remotely similar to this dream (i.e. my dream is a premonition), I will take up the practice of trepanation.

In other news, today is my mother's birthday. I e-mailed her last night, but I'll probably call her today. Though I'm considering just calling tomorrow since it's halfway between my parents birthdays (hers is today, his is Sunday).

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Last night at Reckless Records, I was standing at the check-out and the folks who work there (who are mostly twentysomething indie musician geek types) were started off playing OutKast, but then played Ludacris's Area Codes and some R. Kelly shit (isn't it all?), including Feelin on Yo' Booty. They were cracking me up. At one point I told the guy ringing me up that I'm glad to hear them support local musicians, and he acted all serious like "oh yeah, we got mad love for the Chicago scene". Right at that moment, there was some line where R. Kelly says "sometimes I wish I didn't have all my millions" or something, and we all looked up and said "yeah, right". Then the grrl behind-the-counter started going off about him bringing 13 and 14 year old girls into his studio for "special" recording sessions and how gross and disgusting he is. And my cashier guy started talking about his marriage to Aaliyah.

Ahh.... I hate R. Kelly.
And I love bonding with records geeks.

Today is Friday. I have no deadlines. And no boss. It's a good day.

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ok, so I met Beeverly Donofrio at the bookstore when she was promoting her book on the virgin mary. And she was really cool. And people asked about her other well-known book "Riding with Cars with Boys" and she talked about her experience (I haven't read the book). And then I saw ads for the Drew Barrymore. And I thought "that's not Beverly Donofrio".

And this Salon writer explains it better than I can. It's a good article about perceptions of women, specifically working-class smart women, even if you have no interest in the movie or book.

Hollywood hypocrisy
"Riding in Cars With Boys," the uplifting memoir of a teenage mom done good, is twisted into a smarmy fable designed to promote abstinence-only sex education.
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By Amy Benfer
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one more thing

Everyone should go pick up the new issue of The Source magazine. The cover is either Suge Knight, Nas, Benzino, or maybe Jadakiss (I'm not horrible with faces -- there are 4 different "collector's covers"). And it's the December issue, I believe.

When you pick it up, go to page 59 (I believe) and read the story on depcitions of African-americans in video games.

Then look at the author of the article.

That's my boy Damon! He's in the fkcing Source. I'm so proud of him. (Not that I had anything to do with his accomplishment!)