after the beep...

Flailers Beware

This is just a friendly reminder to all of those people out there who borrow somebody's computer and then forget to sign out and/or log off of whatever it was that you were doing last. Casue somebody like me (Solomon) will go on to what ever it was that you were doing last and (as a joke or payback) change something or make you look stupid. ie; myspace is my favorite one to change cause people don't usually check out their own page and what changes you make can pretty much be there long enough for many people to view. Changes such as the sexual preference, etc. So Mel Spiker, let this be a lesson to you. And all who read this..........lol

Fortunately for Mel, she's never done anything to me to deserve such a thing and that is why I am just posting this letter.

dance party usa

Dance Party USA went off without a hitch - hosted by the fiercest bitch, downunder. Spiker and Kipp were at the wheels of steel - a mini fly-girl was busting moves, fix was gettin' her kix, twan.... well, he didn't get none (hehe), 2 girls assed out face down ass up - all the boys scream "thats the way we like to fuk!" Westside Represent... boooyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! m.

DPUSA

Dance Party USA went off without a hitch - hosted by the fiercest bitch, downunder. Spiker and Kipp were at the wheels of steel - a mini fly-girl was busting moves, fix was gettin' her kix, twan.... well, he didn't get none (hehe), 2 girls assed out face down ass up - all the boys scream "thats the way we like to fuk!" Westside Represent... boooyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! m.

urban mural

snapped by spiker - november 2006
SODO Free Wall, Seattle, Washington

spy vs. coop

august 27th we married at parson's gardens on top of queen anne hill in seattle, washington. blue skies, kind eyes, and my guy... waiting just for me. my best friend standing up, and my dad giving me away - symbolic. and oh, his vows... his vows. jaunt over to alki for some salty's and sweets. smiles, cigars, photo-ops, seashells, pink crystal champagne glasses, tossing stones, and telling stories. mamma so proud. pappa so loud. love, love, love and pakalolo - aloha!

* uniting souls benefit at baltic room *

uniting souls brings seattle a benefit concert for true house heads - featuring a band i was already a fan of, i own a record of theirs with the track ' things are getting better ' - but after seeing them live and realizing the beautiful sounds they call their own are created with instruments rather than .wav samples - unbelieveable - being a true househead myself - but coming from a live band background growing up in san francisco.... it was such a treat to see people creating this sound called house i love so much with instruments and thoughtfullness. the singer connects so deeply with people on the boards grooving, you almost feel rude breaking eye contact should she connect with you. so ramiro and the souls crew, once again i thank you for bringing it to the people, and for uneaq - the band that rekindled my love for house music - YOU FUCKING ROCK!

co-dependent day

we hung out on queen anne with friends, jumpin rooftops and stuffin' faces with good food. thanks for the hopsitality Brately! the couple of pics up top are from the lake union show. you can see more at my website - www.ispinmyweb.com.

tall men : short characters

the paradox of our time in history is
we have tall buildings, but short tempers
wide freeways, narrow viewpoints
we spend more, we have less
we buy more, we enjoy less
more conveniences, less time
people lacking common sense hold degrees of higher learning
so many experts, even more problems left unsolved
potent medicines and deadlier diseases
possessions have multiplied, values have disintegrated

we talk too much
love too seldom,
and hate too often,
we make a living, but not a life
added years to life, instead of life to years

conquered outer space, yet neglected our inner space
cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul
split the atom, but not our prejudices
higher incomes, lower morals


these are times of tall men with short characters, steep profits leading to shallow relationships, not enough peace in the world, and more than enough domestic violence. these are days of dual incomes and rapid divorce. of fancier houses, but broken homes. ::unknown::

on the dotted line

better days to come! time to brush up on MS Office skills - got the J o B at consulting firm. i've been playing in programs that recreationally entertain (photoshop, illustrator, inDesign, etc.). ahhh, the world of MS Office. such complex programs developed and used to manage such mundane, simple tasks.

textbook gemini

gemini girl, born to san francisco, lives in west seattle, committed to my husband, my mom is my hero, my dad is a warrior, my brother is NOT a statistic, but my twin can be evil. i'm quick.wittted & smart.ass'd, i only say 15% of what i think, i think all best friends should be furry, i allow myself to be myself, i love to learn that i am wrong, i say what i feel and feel what i say, i can type 85 words a minute, i've kept 17 years of journals, its always been hard for me to fall asleep, i have lived on maui for 2 years, and i've been a river rat in coloma, california, i'm your friendly neighborhood barista, and i have no doubt that OJ is guilty or that bush lies. i believe laughter is medicine, i read lots of books at once, i wanna be a race car driver, i'm an addict trying to recover, i'm an eighth grade drop out and i'm also a 4.0 college graduate, i believe what you mean is what you get, i cheer for the underdogs, i'm inpatient as a mutha fucka, i can fix my vw jetta myself, i hate telephones, i am a wicked fire starter, i mix records on technics 1200's, i've been a battered woman, i am queen of paralell parking, i have the gift of gab, i treasure the few friends i have, creative people rule!, i don't care what you think, plants are my friends, i drew my own tattoo, i think drunk drivers are dumb, i love to look at the moon, i'm glad my brother is a kick ass DJ, i can be flippant, i know women could run this place better then men have, all my dreams are vivid, i dance for therapy, i think almond joy kicks mound's ass, i've sold myself short for a lot of years, i wonder who has been thru what i've been thru, i'll never forget 9.11, i think it should be about the music, i will punch you if you don't go away, i think stupidity should be painful, i think that not caring can be fun, i can be unapproachable, i wonder why college costs too much, i think EQUIFAX is satan, intuition is key, we should legalize it! i have a rose garden, i can be loved unconditionally, its a miracle im still here, my dad's x-wife(s)(s)(s) scare me about getting married, i have watched THE WALL hudreds of times so far... and i think U2 is the world's best band, my favorite color is purple, i love to eat little debbies boston creme pies, i am a soda head, i think young skinny bitches don't know shit, everybody should pay attention to the signs, i do too many things at once, i worry about our planet, i believe headphones make it better, i go to the beach to think, i use to work for lawyers, and now i know lawyers are crooks, i take great pride in my home, i am the somewhat sane when im at home, the number one rule in north america.. don't get into a strangers car, i need to practice breathing, i know there is a better place, i love loud music, i've never cheated on a partner, i seldomly return phone calls, my life is at a crossroads, i spoil my feet, i am a clothes whore, i found out that stalkers are over rated, my hands are double jointed, i've written hundreds of poems, i'm interested in graphic design, most people don't get me, i have secrets, i use it for good, and not for evil, i floss my teeth, i see change as opportunity, i believe in astrology, i think we live in irony, and in a time of many houses and broken homes.

marketing diva

my time space continum has finally spat me thru the wormhole and at first glance, it seems to have landed me right where i believe i belong - finally, two and a half years of floundering. i won't be ur barista bitch, or throwing you my stink juice pitch... no more selling out and feeling trapped. i got fired, yes. THANKS POPS. ultimately, though... i was fired to be rehired. hired to use my brain. hired to make the money i am worth. lesson learned, sit back and relax... have faith in a universal plan - and keeping still long enuf to catch IT'S drift.... i don't always need my driver's license. shit worked out, when i renewed my permit to ride... a hard lesson for this gemini girl to swallow. at least it didn't get in my eye.

noonday demons

rosa parks passed away last month, she was the first woman to receive stately funeral honors being viewed in DC like a presidential warrior. the odd thing is, it's all simply because her feet hurt. she wasn't trying to take a stand, her feet were just sore. and her fingers were covered with ink in a downtown station house. which, in turn, sparked the wherewithall of a nation to end the insanity. bless her soul. and may i add, i hope our nation will once again stand together demanding change. females are powerful.... perhaps rodham-clinton should stand up .... and make a run for it... run until her feet are sore, and hope her nation is bold and brave enuf to hold her up to a victory. one can dream. one can dream.

island time

the 700 club is calling for assasinations, our troops are dying in humvee's that aren't combat ready, gas is almost three bucks a gallon, AK47s need to escort our ferry's to port, busses aren't safe, the supreme court justices are becoming a frightengly conservative bunch, the richer are getting richer and the poorer are getting poorer, and the storm of a lifetime named katrina is knocking on the gulf's front door. some say its the end of days. some days i agree. we went to the island and picked blackberries to make sloshy drinks with vodka, we sat in the hotub, went beach combing for shells to put in our garden, BBQ'd and hung out with family and friends.... not caring is so much fun.

pirates & hydros

its seafair in seattle this week. fiesta grande! the blue angels are practicing. jet engines kick ass! I90 is closed when they fly, and its friday. i was going to poster downtown with jen, but its too hot to sit in traffic so i think i'll kick it on the west side YOU KNOW ITS THE BEST SIDE !

.: blue angels photograph taken @ lake washington's seafair hydro races :.

carpool tunnel

maybe i should shut up and listen for an answer. you know? stop this freight train brain of mine... shut down the abstracts and marinate in the absolute. somewhere in the middle there's gotta be some sanity, somewhere. serenity from sitting still and letting it pass.. without a spliff or sniff. this picture in the battery street tunnel was taken a few weeks ago - it has a calming effect on me. i think i'll ACTUALLY print this ONE and quietly cop*a*squat with it... find peace in the light at the end of a twisted tunnel.

america eats its young

AMERICA eats its young, but i think she needs to get slim, somebody tell that heffer to excercise her demons and stop chewing on our children so she can reduce her jail celluite... she should get her tummy tucked or something cuz her underbelly's showing..... tell her to release a percentage locked up in the belly of that beast. or sorry, just shoot the staple gun at her 41 times and maybe 19 will stick. she likes dark meat, she's developed a taste for dark meat.... i mean she's been sucking the blood from american's. it's too bad the innocent cons don't have the comedians to clear up the lies, obstruction causes a clog in the system, inmates study law to find a clause in the system, more cops get acquitted and mayor guilliani has the nerve to give applause for the system. she got a MAN sized hunger, so she pulls out a snickers cuz, SNICKER SATISFIES YOU! she'll do anything to satisfy this MAN size hunger... say, sodomize some motherless child and pick his broken manhood from between her teeth with bathroom plungers?

.: photo: liberty @ alki beach ::

hotel rwanda

yesterday i watched the movie hotel rwanda, to learn about what lead to the crimes against women in the congo at the hands of cowards hiding in the jungles. i learned of a million plus holocaust... hapening in mid 90's, in my lifetime. i wonder why the world didn't cry out? why did we gawk at the images on the evening news and continue eating our TV dinners? i am anxious when i feel this helpless.... and insignificant. and am in awe how quick history is repeated.. a new shame for each generation? i'm a fierce wind-walking-woman when i wanna be. but right now i want my blankee with the satin edges, and i wanna snuggle with this blind faith of mine.... that there is more good in mankind than there is evil...

my heart for the women in the congo.
my prayers for the people of london.

rant & rave

feeling like a salad, tossed. no sleep. my mind is too busy minding it's own business. gotta do this, shoulda done that, didn't do this, wanna do that. worry, wonder, plan, ponder, over-analyze, dysfunctionally-disastersize. get up to go pee... smoke a smoke, watch some TV. i read that i am cosmically prone to "liviving on nerves" ... the irony is living on them is killing all of them. or maybe it's the clover doublestacks. what can i say, i was young and dumb. fuck, i'm gonna be that wack-o old lady on the block pruning roses at 3.30 in the morning. scaring all the kids. weak!