Two amazing things happened on this mostly very bland day.
First, I got a mysterious package in the mail? Who sent it? I don't know! It was a cigar box stuffed with antique photographs, which I collect. (To see my collection, go here ). Such a wonderful gift! I spent about an hour sorting through my new treasures. I found about ten that will make it into the permanent collection, as well as an awesome cabinet card of an old bearded man that might end up on the wall. No one but the Art Therapist could understand why I thought they were so cool. But at least she understood! Collecting strange and beautiful vintage photos has been such an awesome hobby, I am so glad I picked it up (I started at a flea market in Beverly Hills).
Then, I was talking to My Favorite Schizophrenic about our favorite bands, and he said he loved Courtney Love and Hole best! Aaaaah WHAT? No one but me likes Hole! I LOVE THEM TOOOOO! Seriously, Hole, and Courtney Love, were SUCH a big part of the shaping of my life. If I hadn't fallen in love with them in 8th grade, well, I would have avoided a lot of trouble, but I think I would have ended up NORMAL (noooooo!). So, yes, that band is the reason I learned about punk, feminism, poetry, so many things. I do realize that Courtney Love has rendered herself totally inhuman, but she was so wonderful back in the 90s. And My Favorite Schizophrenic is in on it too! He says they changed his life! He says "Malibu" is the best song he ever heard! He hates on the people who think Courtney killed Kurt, just like me! HOW does this guy continue to be so fucking amazing? Eventually the conversation degraded into him talking about how the pixels of his camera could scan the truth out of the television (I don't know) but for those few moments of clarity and shared affinity, I was so happy I could almost fly.