1. It was a really long weekend. But I got through it unscathed.
2. The recording session with Ed was fun, but Ed is always tons of fun.
3. I’m hoping stuff picks up around here soon, but that’s really up to me.
4. I am very tired because I had really awful dreams last night. I think my climate is starting to affect me.
5. I’m sad, but it will pass. I’m a big girl and I know how to get my ducks in a row.
6. Lots of big good change on the horizon. I’m grateful for it.
7. I am so glad for lists and am so ready to fix stuff.

stick to facts go back to practice.

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I’ve turned right back around to come home.

Yeah… um… right.

As far as being done with the Internet goes (as I bemoaned on Twitter) and-yet-Im-still-blogging…

well I guess Im inconsistent.

And I don’t give a flying assgoblin.

Perhaps inconsistency is a family trait.

Of course….. I’m just feeling a little sick this evening is all

:) :) :) :)

I’m sure my attitude will improve.

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Glass House

This is a poem I wrote a while-while back…
It’s loud and I need to think for a while. For a while I shall do family things. And I will probably write a song, just for me.
I’m tired of the noisy-noiseMcnoise. It’s too much stimulation. “I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.” (JK)

i.
People living comfortably
under their little glass ceilings
will never leave their houses;
that’s what you’ve got me feeling.
I’ll never leave; you’ve got me boxed in
– oh yes im trapped in 
your encampment, basically.

Fact o’ the matter?
it’s a glass roof that won’t shatter with the hardest stone
I was almost okay with who i had become
But i know i am am not chosen because i’m standing awkward; and i’m kind of funny to point at
when they don’t wanna blame the folks at home.

ii.
You’ve won of course
My breathing has flown far
It’s sucked life from the earth under my feet
My resolve has become this
embarassing
hot little acorn of hidden hatred
I nuture inside me

You’ve won both battle and war
Can I find a way to rebuild my country?
make the poor eat again
make the summer turn to fall and the good things grow ..?
Well that’s debatable

iii.
The bible blames cain
and the cains will blame eve
and eve blames the snake
and the snake blames her mate 
the one with his thumbs in the pie
on the decorative plate
rummaging round for the fruits
the fruits, the fruits
which should never’ve been baked

Did you know about this
when I asked you to dance?
when I asked for your hat?
were you sizin’ it up?
Did you know about that?

iv.
Writing songs of kings and queens
to people who think they’re royalty
I think -
Who does these things? These thnigs you do …
Who cares?! You aren’t listening.
Ten or twenty songs and thirty dances humble pie and thirty blackbirds -
1 awful week and; 
at the 11th hour
no one’s paying me 
to think. I think you’re missing 
a few screws 
that would tell you 
who you used to be -
Who does these things? These things you do …
Unspeakable embarassing things; things the bourgeois princesses and princes of some creepy monarchy would do
Who does these things? These things you do; you do
these things so casually, like I’m part of something …
fief=y
A king that’s coming on the wings of glory – yeah he’s often painted up to look like you.
If you were me you would leave forever, too.

-9/23/2009
D.Hudson

Glass House

Finally, a list HERE

1. I haven’t been listing, or blogging, here.
2. I have HELLA family videos that are like freak-a-ton funny. I’m gonna try to post them up in chronological order.
3. I have this wacky idea of making my ‘Invisible Girl’ video part of a trilogy set of videos with two of my Nur Ein videos. I just am not sure how to film the third one.
4. I get so JEALOUS of other musicians sometimes. And that’s really not like me. It’s not a part of me that I like. I’m one of those people that thinks there really is enough room for everyone to succeed.
5. I think it’s a lipstick day out today. The sun is gorgeous and I feel fun and neat and flirty and not all middle aged on days like that. I like it :)
6. I might record something later today, if there is time, but I do have family in town

I have so much to tell but I gotta go. My sister-in-law is calling!

Loveyoubyebye :)

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Finally, a list HERE

Chelsea De-list #1

Well, I said that when Chelsea blogged her numbers that I would support her by listing. And I’m going to do it. This is because Chelsea is neatomosquito, and I am her fan, and I think “that when she grows up” (ha, ha) she should have a talk show, or be on the news or something. Or the radio. Because she’s rad. She’s my favorite Tweeter, prolly. I always Forget to FollowFriday her, but that’s probably because I think FollowFriday is silly.

So, since it’s silly saturday, I’ll start this off. Or maybe I’ll post something for silly saturday on my twitter. We’ll see …

Anyway. Chelsea’s Post number one.

BEST FRIENDS. I will do 1-6 since she did six. I have chosen to fill six spots and I will randomly fill them will content/concepts rather than people. This is because this concept has really morphed throughout my life … since I am an old woman. Chelsea is 19. I am 36. So I can confidently say that stuff has changed and I am NOT who I was when I was her age. That’s part of the reason that I find her and some of her buds so fascinating, I s’pose.

1. HUSBAND: I got married twelve years ago, when Chelsea was seven. Ack. It’s okay. I’ve had plenty of time to get to know THIS MAN. I would have to say that we know each other enough that I would do some seriously illegal stuff for him. And that I should proably not disclose that on a blog. So I’m totally just kidding, and this is just for the purposes of hyperbole. If someone turns up missing, he TOTALLY did it. Particularly if it’s me. Look in the backyard.

OMG, I’m totally kidding. Here’s one of our more charming videos to try to explain our relationship.

2. BROTHERS: I have brothers. I am riddled with brothers. My mother had two boys, and then it just escalated. I have three stepbrothers. I adopted another brother during a series of rooftop bonding sessions culminating in a bizarre branding ritual that only we understand.

I will come back and post a video for my brother’s birthday soon, but it’s not done yet so soon, soon …..

3. “OURS” : Mike and I have people that we kinda claim. They’re ours. We keep them and they are here. Christian (my brother mentioned above with the branding) is one of those. Randall is becomming that way though. He lives here, in my mind. He doesn’t, but he does. This is where he belongs. There’s a place here where Drew goes too. They are our people.

4. WOMEN: I have some women in my life that I really value. It’s hard for me to talk about the women. I keep them close by, in case of emergency. It’s like a pack.

5. I have some long-standing relationships that are epic in scope and will last for lifetimes. The are category-less and boundless. There are a handful of people I can think of that I have taken with me from places I’ve been involved with; starting with school and going onward from place to place. I kept a few high school friends, some college folks.

Rebekah, Jenny, AJ (my friend of the stoplight/unicycling incident fame), Somer, Liz (who married my brother). Jen and Alan. I’ve made Jay. There’s some good people who have fallen off the face who I really miss too.

6. MUSIC: I’m collaborate, and this is very important. I’m a nester, and very social. And yet, I’m socially freaked out, and very shy about getting out there. The TMA thing has been REALLY great. Getting involved in a new band has been stellar. I have really understated how nice it’s been to play with John. And it’s been really nice to do al this collaborating with Joe. Perhaps someday we’ll be able to get stuff together and finish. There is definately a lot of mutual regard, I think. This is how the collaborations that I have that go well with people really have worked. When there is a chemistry based on a need to protect and serve the other person a little bit, but also a need to achieve for yourself.

Anyway. That’s it for now. More when I’m told there’s more out there.

Really, this is just a gratuitous excuse to list up. And avoid my work. Although I have done lyrics.

Chelsea De-list #1

an actual list. with numbers

1. still at the cafe. one of my stripper songs(#2 ..bottom of page) is playing. I’m hoping that this is not a sign.

2. am trying NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT.

3. am slowly LOSING MY MIND.

4. do not NEED TO BE LOSING MY MIND

5. need to concentrate on just one thing.

6. ten windows open in my current browser windows. This is not the only blog entry I’m working on in THIS blog either. What is wrong with me? What am I freaking out about?

7. I’m listening to some song about being fifteen and thinking that the boy who tells you he loves you … well … loves you … sounds like an abstinance song to me. I realize that I am not entirely sure how to spell “abstinance.” But this doesn’t mean that I think that you should go giving your hearts away “willy nilly” to any “young whipper snapper” who plays your “stripper song.” Or that I approve of the use of language such as “willy nilly” or “whipper snapper.”

8. Good grief, I’m in the beyond. This could be because I’m trying to work with this on overhead.

9. Also … sometimes… I just want to say… come on Bon Jovi, I expect more. It could be because of my twitchytwitch McMoodister

10. I need to start tagging, but right now my organizational-ness is out of control. I’ll get better soon (here’s to hopin’)

an actual list. with numbers

BACKDATED BLOG ENTRY: June 18, 2010

I am at a cafe. I like ze cafe. Yessssss….

This one is called The Bakehouse. I am here working and mainlining coffee. I think that since Les Amis shut down off campus in the late 90s, which is a damn shame because it was the sexiest coffee shop in all of the galaxy, it now has the best coffee in the city which can be procured at a cafe. I don’t know why this is. I know that the best we make at home is because we get it at Third Coast Coffee. I heard that you get the best coffee at Star Seeds Cafe, but that info was deadity-dead-dead-wrong. I am Not just Saying That because I am a South Austinite that breaks out into skeevy hives whenever I cross over the bridge and really twitches when I get up near 2222 (pronounced “twenty-two, twenty-two;” and not “Route two thousand, two hundred and twenty-two” or “two-two-two-two” or “quad two” or “RouteWhateverMonkey”)

I will say though, that the coffee was functional and comforting at Star Seeds, and not bitter and angry making. Sometimes the coffee at Opal’s makes me angry and they mess it up. I don’t usually care though because I am also drinking a bloody mary and having fantastic migas so it’s fine.

Enough food talk. I’m having turkey reuben guilt. It’s because I’m a $&%^* vegetarian. I’ve been backsliding. I do that when… uh … Mission Control has to give my inner Strawberry Shortcake doll a hall pass during Fifth Period.

#tmi?

It’s my blog. Ohwhale.

Speaking of whale… whatup with the fail whale? And whaddup with me CARING about the presence of the Twitter Fail Whale, caring enough about it to ask that question, or living in a society where that comes up? I need to get back to work. Or I’m going to have to go to walden pond again or something. Watch me. I’ll do it. I have all but stopped the morning pages. I NEVER blogged my morning pages, or ANY of my old diaries either, and I was MUCH more productive then.

Okay bloglings, I digress … and why shouldn’t I?

(when you start quoting your own song lyrics-and speaking of avoidance, it’s because you are avoiding doing your own dishes. Don’t let anyone tell you any different).

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Color of the Day: a fetching shade that isn’t quite pink… OR purple

Song of the Day: Pretty Noise (Governing Dynamics).
…. wow. there’s either a travisnorrissong for everyone or he just crawled into my head. and his voice is just so interestingly ..wow!

Quote of the Day: “Turns out that taking candy from a baby isn’t as easy as it sounds.” (Rhod Durre of Godz Poodlz)

#Spintunes Progress: about 49% done-ish. give or take a version or two. Maybe

HOUSE: best not to talk about it.

Lists: in shambles.

BACKDATED BLOG ENTRY: June 18, 2010