Good enough. For now.

This week in the Resistance:

- I made my first phone calls and wrote an email to my Senators and Congressman.

- I met up with beloved friends and we explored the Hollywood Reservoir with my son. We basked in the glory of nature, science, and a mutual desire to love, be loved, and be kind. We laughed and we walked and we snacked. We briefly escaped the vacuum of social media, the fear, the anxiety, and the boxed-in life. Nature. Always look to nature.

- I am working on a collaborative drawing/embroidery project with a college friend, and sent off the first sketches this afternoon. Awaiting feedback.

I'm inviting anxiety to sit at my table and I'm asking her questions. Is this something I can fix now? Is this something that's outside my reach? Is this something I can plan to fix at a later time? Then I look out the window at the wide expanse of sky. I look at the breeze in the trees. I'm reminded to go out and play. Nature. Always look to nature.


So, I've barely had any time to spend on LJ.  Work day's are busy and I don't have a home PC.  If I'm to continue enjoying digital space here on LJ, I've decided that it's time to narrow down my friends' list to only include people I know personally or have known online for many years.

I'm turning into someone who much prefers staying in touch one-on-one or in looped emails with a small group of friends, through calls and IMs, and even text messages, but if LJ is still the best way to stay in touch with some of my friends, I want to at least feel comfortable writing here about myself.

Once upon a time I used LJ as a way to stay in touch with people, and eventually to blab too personally about myself.  Some recent experiences here have led me to the conclusion that this environment is best used as a way to discuss contemporary issues, pop culture, share somewhat impersonal anecdotes, etc.  I'd prefer not to use it as a primary way to stay in touch with friends.  However, if I am going to use it all, it's because of those friendships.  I no longer feel comfortable sharing more personal stories about myself  with so many people.

I'm sure much of this has to do with my job.  It became necessary to sign-up with MySpace, and necessary now to sign-up with Facebook.  I have to become familiar with applications I have *no* desire to use personally, but need to understand for my work.  And though I do enjoy message boards, blogs, emailing, etc. (no enemy of technology or its advancements, am I), I don't want to spend so much of my social time using social networks.  That said, I don't want to abandon LJ altogether, since I belong to at least one beloved community here.  And I know this is still, for many reasons, the best way to find out what many of you are up to.  And I'll try to be less mum than I've been.

My apologies to anyone who feels hurt by this decision.    

Trail of the Screaming Forehead - L.A. Premiere!

So, here's the deal. It's a B-movie. Directed by the same guy who did the cult favorite The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. Funny fucking shit.

A very good friend is working to fill up seats at the L.A. one-night-only premiere next Thursday, September 20th at 8:00 pm. You can buy tickets through Fandango (, and general admission tickets are $10.00.

I'm helping her do some shameless promotion...


There will be a QA with cast and crew following the screening.

TRAIL OF THE SCREAMING FOREHEAD, 2007, 84 min. Dir. Larry Blamire. At long last--the eagerly-awaited follow-up to THE LOST SKELETON OF CADAVRA! Shot in glorious color and the new screen miracle CraniaScope, it's the spine-tingling story of a small coastal town besieged by foreheads from outer space, intent on taking over our planet; imagine INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS directed by Douglas Sirk (only funny, of course) and you've got it. Presented by none other than Ray Harryhausen, it features stop-motion work by the Chiodo Brothers, some very cool cameos, and a haunting title song performed by The Manhattan Transfer! With Brian Howe, Dan Conroy, Andrew Parks, Fay Masterson. Plus: Surprise Larry Blamire Shorts (9 min.).

I'm definitely going to be there. I think some of you fuckers should join me.

I love books and robots

Robots y chicas!

(Thanks again, BoingBoing!)

La Erotica del Robot!  (Apologies, but the html tags and links aren't working properly for me right now.)

(Warning: There is some nudity, though nothing lurid.  Still, probably not work safe.)