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I like to write bad song lyrics.
I like to smooch boys and make people laugh.
I like eggs.
My name is Alison, but people call me Braids.
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AD/BC: A Rock Opera
A year ago Alison (Braids) and Katie (Katie) injected my slumbering brain with a shot of Jesus related comedy. The shot lay dormant in my system for nearly a year, finally surging to life several days ago as I lay somewhat nude in a pile of bodies next to several pillowcases full of onions, with no hope or intentions of ever leaving that bed again. As the Jesus chemicals collided and reacted in my brain, I remembered I never had to leave the body pile, but I would eventually have to do something about the onions. Here’s the shot for you, clean needle and all. Use it when you most need it.
I like body piles. And this video.
“In Oct 2008, Sarandon and Robbins pose with their stars on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. At least their stars will always be together.”
Oh, how maudlin.
Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins split up.
Today in New York
I wrote a page of balogna on the bus today about my 30 hours in New York, in the snow, out on the street, seeing my friends, etc., but I don’t need to bore you, so here’s just a couple of lines of it.
I sat down with my buttered everything-bagel, surrounded by a constantly-changing mix of people, good and bad, interesting or barely noticeable, smelly, funny or just plain loud and annoying. And I read a good bit of the latest New Yorker listening to live Christmas carols sung in 5-part harmony. And this was just my subway ride. It’s nice to be back in town.
Mom's Birthday 2009 @the BFC
Mom's Birthday Card circa ???
I was always a poet.
Baby's First Christmas 1978
Julia, my niece.
Mom, Julia, Tommy & Brigid
Tonight we celebrated my Mom’s birthday at the snowy Belmar Fishing Club on the boardwalk down the street from our house. My mom still has a card I gave her about 25 years ago (hopefully it was that long ago by the looks of it…I always had terrible handwriting, so one can never tell.)
Have a read.
![And Welcome [to not being able to get] Home, Alison!](http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv43utfhhG1qzohypo1_r1_400.png)
And Welcome [to not being able to get] Home, Alison!
BachFest
My Mom never listens. She thinks Bach is a downer. Oh well. I recently learned that Bach was an orphan. I bet some of you did, too.
The Annual Email From My Brother:
Season’s Greetings all,
It wouldn’t be my favorite time of year without ten full days of nonstop J.S. Bach, and there wouldn’t be that without BACHFEST.
Tune in to WKCR - 89.9 FM, or listen though iTunes at http://kanga.college.columbia.edu:8000/listen.pls .
(or you can go here and click “tune in” at the top right:
http://www.studentaffairs.columbia.edu/wkcr/ )
Hearty holiday wishes to every one. Rejoice and be merry!
bb
Christmas time is here.
“Maybe you should look into preventing, like, the next swine flu or something, instead of spending your resources getting all up in people’s business and, like, making judgments about how some people have chosen to live in tiny ridiculously expensive apartments and to spend their days surrounded by a bunch of fellow strivers with delusions of grandeur, working and competing and worrying, all to have access to, what, good imported cheese and see bands, when they could have just settled down in a nice suburban McMansion and married an electrician or gotten a normal nine-to-five job, one that doesn’t mess with their psyche or like define them as a person, and spent their evenings not thinking about work but maybe playing Scrabble, perhaps with six to eight affordable suburban children?”
This makes me happy.
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