70's slang in honor of my birthday party..

1970s Slang Glossary

Be the hippest cat on your block by jamming these boss expressions into your rap sessions!

Babe - Beautiful person (male or female).
Bogart - To keep for one's self, be greedy.
Bogus - Phony, false, an imitation.
Boogie - To dance or move quickly.
Book - To go, leave a place. "Let's book out of here!"
Boss - Cool, awesome.
Bread - Money, cash. "Do you have any bread?"
Bum - To acquire by begging. "Hey dude, can I bum a ride?"
Bummer - A depressing, negative event or thing.
Dy-no-mite! - Great, excellent.
Far Out - Way cool.
Foxy - Good-looking (male or female).
Groovy - Cool.
Hang - To exist in a place or with a person, wait.
Heavy - Serious, weighty or powerful.
Head Trip - An intellectual, obsessive and usually paranoid set of interests.
Humongous - Extremely large.
Hunk - Good-looking guy.
Gross - Disgusting, repulsive.
Jive - To deceive.
Jive Turkey - A detestable person.
Jones - An irresistible urge, addiction. "He's got a serious chocolate jones."
Jonesing - Verb form of jones. "I'm jonesing for a cup of coffee."
Later - Goodbye, see you soon.
Later Much - Goodbye, see you a long time from now.
Nark - To squeal, snitch, rat; or the person who does these things.
Neat - Excellent, great.
Outta Sight - Very cool.
P.O.'d - Angry, shortened form of "pissed off."
Right On! - Agreement, accepting something.
Slide - To give. "Slide me some bread, man."
Smokey - State highway trooper.
Solid - Cool. "That's pretty solid."
Split - Leave a place.
Squeeze - Sexual partner.
Stella - A rude term for a disco queen.
Stink - Extreme negativeness, not necessarily related to smell. "This job stinks!"
Streak - To run in public in the nude. Very popular in 1974.
Veg Out - To relax.

Matthew signing my picture... 

Me, Matthew, and Sheila 

My autographed picture from Matthew McConaughey 

hey you strummer
with your sliding metal fingers
play me song
with a slow beat
maybe just a tambourine
and nod your silver head
we'll just lay here
on the floor
thinking about the words
wondering how it felt
to have the sun shining down
and the stars seeing the light
and we'll all sway
in the darkness

Emily is in town! This is a pic we took yesterday while checking out the CU campus in Boulder... 

lows and highs

On days like today, it's hard to worry about the distant future. It stays there staring from afar, marveling at the glory of a wonderful spring day. It's easy for me to have moments of doubt about who I am and where I'm going. But every now and then, little comments by dear friends (Echo and Daniel) and the youthful exuberance of a much missed face (Emily) remind me that all is not lost. Lows are a part of life, but so are highs. And so is PMS.

When feeling emotionally spent it's easy to believe the hurtful things people can say, but it is not always a bad thing to hear criticism. It, along with so many other things in life, should be taken with a grain of salt. I'm not perfect, but then no one is. I generally prefer to remain my own harshest critic, but far be it from me to hoard that privilege. I take all comments into consideration, and hopefully, after licking my wound, appeal to my sense of self-trust by throwing caution to the wind and just being me. I can't be any more or less.

So with the realization that my life is not futile, I'm hopeful that today will be better than yesterday, but even if it isn't all that I hope for, there is another high waiting for me around the corner. Thank GOD I'm on vacation this week!

full of myself

I've heard that so many times it's starting to lose it's meaning. I know that it is meant as an insult or criticism, but it's such an shortsighted observation that it blows my mind. I can't be full of myself. I don't think there is anyone on this planet who thinks less of me than I do. I spend most of my time trying to glimpse that view of me that everyone else gets...All I really see is loud, boring, ugly old me and sometimes it makes me want to vomit.

When I see anyone with freckles, I wonder if they hate them as much as I do. It just reminds me of how when I was a kid I used to wish for some sort of miracle where I'd wake up with this perfectly empty skin, and magically have also gained some kind of olive complexion that I wouldn't be embarrassed to show while wearing skirts.

I think my mother would say I've been reading way too many magazines, that my idea of beauty is severely warped. I think perhaps she is right, but the truth is, that it doesn't really matter what I think is beautiful or what I wish I was. I will always obsess about my imperfection. It's just something that I do. call me sick or sad, but full of myself I'm not.

When I was in my early twenties, I was friends with this guy who told me I was obsessed with my own breasts. Which I was. It was the only part of me that I felt disconnected from. They had popped up over night when I was 18. I felt hideous, and I felt like they were these alien beings that had attached themselves to me. They seemed like they weren't really mine, but they did get more attention than I ever did.

My perspective on them may have been colored by my environment, but at that point it hadn't really occurred to me that I had anything else to offer. Maybe he was just being mean, or maybe he was trying to shed some light on how my behavior made me look to the people around me. I really don't know. But it did make me realize how far my low self-esteem had driven me. I stopped wearing revealing shirts. I figured it really didn't do anything but attract the kind of people that weren't really interested in getting past them to me.

There is no resolution or realization here. I have just felt this way for the longest time. I have no idea of how to solve it or make it better. There is no amount of money or success that will make my freckles go away, or my face, or me. I can't escape me. ever.

The only light in this story is that I have someone who loves me. And the glimpse that I search for in others perspectives is most often seen through his eyes. He points out the good things that he finds in me and the bad. He helps me put things in a new perspective. He makes changing and growing the way we live life. He strives to be a complete person and encourages me to be as well. But mostly he just accepts my flaws and lets me be empty of my self-loathing and full of what I am when I'm with him.

nostalgia

My earliest memories of my childhood spent in Port Orford are ones that I will always cherish. I spent many windy summers trying to work up the nerve to jump off the top of Cannon Ball Rock. Then there were the rainy winters spent splashing my way to the bus stop only to be greeted by the squeaky bus brakes and the smell of exhaust mixed with the bus driver Susie's perfume.

One of my earliest memories of school was peeing my panties because I didn't know where the bathroom was. Turns out it was just across the hall. I can still hear the repetitive tap-tap of the pointer stick on Mrs.Cassel's large flip pad in music class. ta-ta-tee-tee-ta....daisy chain, daisy chain and memorizing songs from Mary Poppins. Singing. "Llllllllllets goooo fly a kite...", wishing my dad would go fly kites with me. Horseback riding lessons with Kathy's stubborn pony, Lucky... I may still have scar from his nips that summer. I remember trying to stand still when he stepped on my foot during a show, and all I got for my efforts was a participation ribbon, but I still had the time of my life.

I remember an age where I started discovering the secrets about my town that you only learn when you're old enough to have a bike, but still young enough to have plenty of free time. I loved playing in the wet, cold sand under the docks (back when it was all wood). I remember convincing my little sister that the reason Nelly's Cove was hard to get to, was because of the buried treasure, but it was really because I didn't want to try to scoot around those rocks by myself.

I still have my polished glass collection. The fruit of hours of sitting on the beach, braving the pelting sand to dig through grains up on grain looking for a dull flash of color. I remember treating those little pieces like they were treasure. I still have the little box from my grandma's store with tape on it so the lid wouldn't fall off. I carried that box around in my pocket for a whole summer, that comforting cacophonic sound following me as I played on the the dock.

ahh, those were the days...

~e

going to see Matthew McConaughey!

I got four tix to go the early showing of Sahara at the Chinese Theater and Matthew McConaughey is doing a meet and greet there. Crazy huh? I hope he's not wearing a shirt. :P

http://www.ranaroyale.com/McConaughey/saharatour.html

*yawn*

Oh my bejeeeesus! what a weekend... I'm so tired! So, finally the Guardian challenge thing is over. I'm so relieved... The Auction was last night. It went well, the video was great and everyone gave me lotsa kudos for being kick-ass. I'll post pics of the event later...

Cut to this morning. It was all go go go from the moment I woke up. I did some work for Mingo's cd cover right when I got up. Then showered ( I did V05 hot oil on my hair and I'm feeling' silky!), slapped on my new ebay sunglasses (prada! what what bitches?) and headed downtown to meet up with Justin, Sheila and Brad, who were fresh from that cold Running O' the Green this morning.

We all caught up, chatted and basically just chowed down on some really fatty food and beer. mmm... then Tim and I came home, I finished up Mingo's stuff and spent 3 hours helping Tim sand and stain our new/old coffee table. It looks really awesome. I'm proud of us city kids gettin' dirty and workin' all hard. So I spent and hour practicing my piano lessons. (don't laugh) and then made quiche (pronounced Keeeeeeee-chaaaay at our house). *whew* and now, I'm going to watch me some iron chef.... I'm huge dork. this is so sad. aaaah vellll.
~e

*whew*

Sorry my posts this week have been so brief. I've been swamped....I've been trying to finish up this video for the Guardian Challenge Auction and it's been pretty much all consuming. The Auction is tomorrow night, so we'll see how it goes over. Anyway, I've got lots to chat about, but I'm just too dang sleepy right now. I'm gonna go crash.

But, before I go, I wanna give a shout out to old friends and new friends... I feel really lucky to still talk with the people I love (Monica!) and I also feel lucky to be connecting more now with the people in my squadron. My shop may be a big Ol' nasty mess, but people are still people. I am learning to be more accepting of flaws. After all, nobody is perfect.....

'cept me. :P

~e

What goes on in my life....

What goes on in my life....

Emily's Question and Answer blog....

An open book

An open book

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Monday Quote of The Day

"Y'know the thing about answering the phones at this job is you're never quite sure if the next caller is going to be a crazy person, or a United States senator. And then you wonder if there's any difference."
-Dane Strom (Editorial Assistant at the Denver Post)

POETRY - By Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age...
Poetry arrived
in search of me. I
don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing
,and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets, palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night,
the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image ofmystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

Emma and Mathew... 

Mom and Jackson spending quality time with Mathew.  

Here is Mary, Mom (grandma!) and Mathew a few seconds after he was born. My Mom is on the phone with me in this picture. 

Well, here he is... His face is a little red from the pressure of being pushed out. look at him sucking his thumb.... :) AAAAAWWWWW! 

Mathew Lawrence Basey is BORN!!!

I don't have pictures yet. My mom is gonna send them this afternoon. He was born around 7:45 a.m. this morning. He was 10 lbs 1 oz. Can you imagine???? He is huge! And he is 21 1/2 inches long. My mom says he has a full head of wavy black hair and he looks similar to Mary when she was born. Mary and Mathew are both doing great. They have a nice room at the hospital and They will be there until Saturday....

I AM AN AUNTIE!!!!! How exciting..... :)

My New Foody Blog

My new blog where I review all the resturants I've been to in Denver.

human animals

rain trickling down faces
eyes hiding purpose
mouth listing wrongs
from hands that move in time
music that follows rythms unheard
branding hearts and stories
with that desperate deep dark tinge
of love and madness
and hate and fear
and this binding cords that bring us all
back together
touching and giving of time and devotion
believing through faith
that the sun rises