Spoke on panel @ St. Edward’s tonight after viewing of “At The Death House Door”,
the film about Rev. Carroll Pickett.
Everyone should have to watch this film.
I wish Super Pal Universe could have taken off.
My eyes are burning. Talked about Molly (Ivans) with Ellen Sweets and that made
me weepy inside. I miss her so damn much, as a person, an entity, a voice,
a brave soul.
I thought I had gone through menopause but, no, I have been informed by
many women that it is just starting and will last the next 28 years.
Played my electric guitar at 11 yesterday. With delay. I wanted to blow up
the ding dang amp but did not succeed.
It rained so loud today. Delirium ensued cuz I love rainstorms. My dog,
however, gets very trembly.
I will now go eat some chocolate chips.
Completely frustrated for the women in Afghanistan and around the world
who are oppressed, tortured, raped, treated as sub-human. I can’t figure
out how to help them besides talking and/or singing about it. I’m just
one person and I wish I could do more. Sometimes I feel very tiny
in the grand scheme of things.
Then I go on Twitter and I laugh out loud so loud that I accidently spit on my computer
screen and my husband exclaimed, “That’s what I’m talking about!” He likes
it when I laugh out of nuttiness.
Relaxed in the tub today with an orange candle burning near the window while I
talked on the phone with my mom. She said she was pretending she was in the tub,
too, and then clarified, “Well, I mean MY tub, not in the tub with YOU, per se!” and
I had to laugh.
I found these Kenneth Cole shoes at the secondhand store down the street. They
were 4.99 and they fit my feet perfectly. I love them. They are soft umber colored
leather and I feel very Tom Wolfe in them.
How does Gretchen Phillips get her hair to do that?
Tomorrow I will see my friend, Stacy.
I am thinking about Gene and how hard he works and wishing I could surprise him
with a trip to Bali, or some place magnificent. I would show up on the beach and hand
him a pineappl-y drink that contained alchohol.
I hope Mike Henry and I get together and make the best documentary since “At The
Death House Door.” I really want to make something compelling.
The doll house is so close to being completed. We are going to have a housewarming party
when it is done and everyone can bring a miniature housewarming gift. If you want to
send one for iolana to add to the house, you can mail it to her (care of me) at:
3005 S. Lamar D-109 #412
Austin, TX 78704
When I first put out the original version of “Radiation Man”, at the end I chatted about
people getting naked and sending me their clothes and told my mailing address. I actually
got clothes in the mail, including a very cute little package that had miniature clothes in
it. That was a hilarious day because as I was retrieving my mail from the box (I was in
one of those p.o. box hallways), a giant Pancho went walking by the window, someone
dressed in brightly colored Mexican fiesta type clothing wearing a novelty giant Pancho
head and sombrero, and just as that person sort of bounced by, the door to the P.O. opened
and in walked a dwarf, I’m not kidding you, and he walked right up to me and said,
“Hey! You’re Sara Hickman! My wife and I love your music!” and, then, just like that,
he turned and walked over to collect his mail. That was some day, I tell you.
I wonder if Todd Wolfson is reading this.
Ah, good ol’ vinyl!