Category Archives: around town

Crop Circles

ok, so I WANT TO BELIEVE.  oh.  you guys are too young to get that.  that’s from the X-FILES.  ummmm.  yeah, which was a tv show a couple decades ago that was popular, and a science fiction type deal.  damn i’m old.

anyway i digress…i am comfortable with the possibilities:  life on other planets.  time travel.  the loch ness monster.  i know people who are certain about everything in life, because they read a book that told them how things are and how they will be.  i’m not certain of anything.  not because i didn’t read the book – because i did – but because there is so much i don’t know about the world.  so much WE don’t know, so many unproven, unexplored, unconsidered things … how could you be certain of anything?

so when i consider something like crop circles…

well, how do i know how they got there?  sure, some people say they were made by a lawn mower, or cleverly placing heavy objects on the grass, but what do i know?  it’s possible that aliens used their etch-a-sketch to create fabulous field art. 

 

 

 

 

 

like this squirrel did here… clearly the aliens wouldn’t be interested in doing anything as small scale as this, so i’m thinking the squirrel people or maybe the groundhogs pulled this off in the middle of the night, when no passersby could ask them what they were doing

Labor Day in Lansing

Labor Day in Lansing.

Lansing!

I love my city.


Sometimes, like this morning, the air is filled with the scent of public transportation and the sounds of multiple cars whizzing by.  But it is just enough scent, and not too much.

I grew up in Southern California, which I know sounds wonderful.  Sunshine.  Blue skies.  Beaches and palm trees and movie stars.  Pretty much.  But also there’s wall to wall cars, smog so thick it makes your nose bleed, and crazies, whinos and weirdos up the wazoo.  It’s a sprawling universe of people who are busy and harried much of the time.  People who smile and say “have your people call my people”.  And you wonder if they even remember your name, though you could swear you stood in their wedding two years ago.  Southern Cal is beautiful, and fun, and exciting, and memorable; but it can be hard on the soul if you don’t have your center.  So many people.  So much chaos.  It makes me feel small and insignificant.

The city I live in now is just right.  Not as big as LA, with sprawling spider webs of freeways, but not so small there is only one movie theatre.  There are diners and hot spots and clubs. 

Parks with water sprinklers for kids to play in, swings and sandboxes.  Malls, shopping centers, and independent retail shops.  There are comic book shops, libraries, art galleries, and tattoo parlours.  Oh, and weed sellers.  That’s an official and legal business now, so we have a billion little shops that have sprung up like well, weeds, all over the town.  We have two roller derby teams, a baseball team, a football team, several city and farmer’s markets, a skateboard park and a place where you can rent kayaks by the hour.  We have several colleges and universities, law schools and business schools.  Also a fabulous art show every summer and an independent film festival.

Street view of the East Lansing Arts Festival

Oh, and outdoor movies in an artsy part of town.  As well as live theatre on the streets, musicians that play while you eat out on patios, tons of thrift shops and antique stores, and horse drawn carriages at various times.

Yes, the weather is questionable.  It’s too cold.  It’s too hot.  It’s humid or freezing or blustery.  The roads don’t get plowed in time, or fixed of their pot holes, or they are being fixed but it’s taking too long.  There’s too much unemployment and not enough Lotto winners.  But sometimes it’s just perfect and beautiful; exactly what it should be.  Bright sunny skies, crisp fall mornings, friendly people in a store you’ve never visited.   It’s a good town, with enough seedy elements to make it interesting and enough artistic bend to make it quirky.  So though I’m not originally from here, and I may not always live here, it’s a good place to call home right now.

it’s a bird!

last monday, while my sister and i were out antiquing, we spotted a seldom seen bird!  get out your bird books, because i snapped a shot of this rare beauty!!

}^( this guy

Saturday the beautiful people  of Lansing marched the streets in a Gay Pride Parade.  Rainbow socks, roller derby babes, and interesting, colorful people roamed the streets.

Unfortunately my sister and I missed the whole thing.  oooops.  This is what comes of sleeping in on a Saturday.  We were busy trying to caffeinize ourselves into some semblance of human being while the crowds waved their flags and danced on the square.  Well, we’ve gone before, so what’s two less people this year?

We did get a chance to boogie down to the Capital and see the very tail end of things: people leaving holding hands or drinking iced beverages; dogs pulling their owners away from the scene, excited to finally get that walk in; and of course the Religious Right with many signs waving in the air.  Interestingly it was the nay-saying-sign-wavers that were the last to leave the party.  And as my SISTER and I walk the streets, a clump of nay-sayers walk by, and one man sticks his Bible in my face and says something about God sending me to hell.

ummmm…dude, I’m the LEAST gay woman you’ll ever meet.  I love men so much, it’s become unquantifiable.  I have the sex drive of a man, sure, but it’s all directed to the OPPOSITE sex, not my own.  So if God is in the mood to send homosexuals to hell, well I’m not on that bus.  I’d be on the cursing-pill-popping-liberal bus.

I can’t really understand why Christians want to go to a Gay Pride festival.  But more on that later…

So as the sign-wavers cheered me on to hell, we took the street toward the Comic Book Shop!  (hell bound for sure)  On the way there we did happen across a few straggling homos who posed for the camera with enthusiasm.  I got shots of these cute chicks who were very adorable.

I’m pretty sure they were early college age, but once you’re as old as I am, everyone starts to blend together.  They could have been in high school.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not sure if they are paying her for kisses, or for her fabulous vagina, or because she loves vagina.  But any way, she’s pretty damn cute and worth spending a few bucks on, as the cute hat girl is clearly seeming to do.  This rainbow smoking vagina loving sign holder must have run into the same Bible-wielding-send-you-off-to-hell guy that I ran into, cause check out her hand:

she rocks.

It’s ok if I go to hell, though I’m planning on re-incarnating myself.  I’d like to be a courtesan in a next life.  Or an assassin.

lil miss punkin’ (accidental happiness, stardate: May 2012)

out on a shooting spree a few weeks ago.  (of the photo type, not the gun-toting)

i found it completely charming and unexpected to come across this little pumpkin goddess in the middle of May.  very adorable!

slightly dyslexci

my age – as of today – in dyslexic years

two favorite colors

these are my two favorite colors!   or maybe, two of my favorite colors.  OR BOTH!!  😀

I Love Spring!

cutest chairs

around town .14

wear your wellies!