tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31944462011-07-30T08:40:05.536-07:00DogEatDogJournal of the Working (CL)AssMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-6397747207808296882010-06-02T21:52:00.000-07:002010-06-02T21:53:59.366-07:00Success.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-11634446548062648512008-11-07T11:56:00.000-08:002008-11-07T12:01:03.409-08:00Almost a year? No time. Foreclosures everywhere. There are too many dogs at the shelter. I am there, at the Oakland Animal Shelter, on Friday giving away pit bulls for a dollar. Forget that pure breed, $1000 designer dog and welcome to Oakland, the pit bull capital of the world.Adopt a Pit.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-7218966424230981642007-12-09T19:34:00.001-08:002007-12-09T19:41:09.305-08:00Plague of KillingWhat do I know about it. I am just some white girls who lives in East Oakland. My lab partner at Laney has a cousin who was killed last year in a drive by.Soon I will be working at Highland Hospital in ICU. It will be an interesting perspective on the violence here. Click the button to see all the liquor stores and murders in my town.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-74805472874156967262007-11-19T08:10:00.001-08:002007-11-19T08:15:51.835-08:00No Love From Oakland Oakland just ranked 4th in the national's most dangerous cities, up from 8th last year. Most of it is concentrated in East and West Oakland. I live in "Upper East Oakland". Still.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-60969143232144252532007-11-02T18:31:00.000-07:002007-11-02T18:32:31.034-07:00Note to the Rational Dress SocietyThe pinafore was a type of apron that was pinned over the dress and easily removed for washing. Buttons were frequently damaged with lye cleaning products, which was one reason why dresses were not laundered very often. The pinafore had no buttons, was simply "pinned on the front" which led to the term "pinafore."A related term is pinafore dress, which is BritishMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-44768346707559486722007-10-23T08:25:00.000-07:002007-10-23T08:36:18.268-07:00Negation and the OppositeI noticed he was making the sign for the gang in my neighborhood.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-44059334480149528622007-09-27T14:00:00.000-07:002007-09-27T14:05:38.615-07:00Found in a box in an estate I worked on in the Oakland Hills.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-19305977714035494622006-11-12T18:33:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:54:21.169-08:00click for larger imageSneezer and Goodah Goodah 90 and 91. Photo was taken in 1931, San Carlos AZ. From friend who works at UA Digital Archive. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-19035617755201509322006-11-12T18:28:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:31:50.500-08:00The much maligned pit bull terrier.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1160708032379718272006-10-12T19:53:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.842-08:00I left a note on his dresserAnd my old wedding ringWith these few goodbye wordsHow can I singGoodbye old sleepy headI'm packing you in like I saidTake care of everythingI'm leaving my wedding ringDon't look for meI'll get a handRemember darlingDon't smoke in bedDon't look for meI'll get a handRemember darlingDon't smoke in bedMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1157543468488358332006-09-06T04:49:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.663-08:00Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1156772968954177432006-08-28T06:45:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.564-08:00Ok, let's start talking about something positive about my neighborhood. ¡Viva Mexico!. Be sure to check out the art page. I dedicate this entry to my friend A. Maverick Low who knows the value of a good taco.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1156736566467497392006-08-27T20:33:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.470-08:00Oakland teen and woman killed in separate incidents08-27) 12:35 PDT -- Two people were killed in separate incidents Saturday in Oakland, police said today.A 14-year-old boy was shot in the head at about 8 p.m. on 72nd Avenue in East Oakland, Sgt. Tony Jones said. The boy was taken to Highland Hospital, where he was pronounced dead.A 36-year-old woman who was dropped off at Highland Hospital Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1156312308830156672006-08-22T22:49:00.001-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.387-08:00You're from Oakland aren't you? Can you tell us a bit about what life's like in Oakland?Yeah I’m from eastside Oakland, Oakland is like its own world, we have a whole different swagger from any other city in California, for one we don’t gang bang, we bang turfs, which is like blocks, like I’m from da 20 blocks in east Oakland, then you got da 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, and so on, and we don’t claim colorsMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1156133129587768292006-08-20T20:59:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.197-08:00TEEN HOMICIDES ROCK OAKLAND!This is an actual title of a newspaper article about all the murders in my neighborhood. Just random stuff. I have seen all kinds of gunshot wounds at the hospital. Ones that go in one side and come out the other, ones that bisect a bowel. call me naive, but I didn't realize the extent of shootings. One is a number that you read in a newspaper, two is seeing, smelling Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1155562620517563022006-08-14T06:14:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.113-08:00The Skyline Corridor Traffic Concerns website has a letter for bikers to send to the district attorney regarding the prosecution of the person responsible for the death of my friend. There are some photos of the accident site as well. I am in my second week of an internship at Highland Hospital in Oakland, CA. I spent Friday in the trauma clinic tending to mostly young men under 25. Almost all Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1154442048234032282006-08-01T07:15:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:36.019-08:00life and death and life and deathI love Oakland but I am sick of the crazy bullshit way people drive. So many times I have had to swerve or slam on the brakes to avoid a collision with someone driving 50 down a small street. People are stupid, people are drinking and on drugs and don't give a shit because they have nothing left to lose in East Oakland.I had just pulled my bike out of the garage Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1154186120470938782006-07-29T08:01:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:35.940-08:00I am looking forward to seeing "Mouth to Mouth" by Alison Murray. If I had pulled myself together in the 90's I would probably be making films similar to hers. I especially like her short film about train jumping. This is something I hope I will be able to do before I get too old. Two of my friends named Bill offered to take me, but I always had other commitments and no time to hobo. I think Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1153835000691964662006-07-25T06:29:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:35.853-08:00My obsession with World War II began here. My uncle James Brennan was an enigma when I was growing up. His portrait hung in the bedroom of my grandmother and his uniform lay in the cedar chest along with a folded flag and a purple heart. The history from that side of the family is buried not that far from where I live. I started a search and found information about the mission in which he was Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1146062355129872992006-04-26T07:17:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:35.748-08:00 These glasses were my favorite. I really loved these glasses. I lost them along the way and have been pining for them. I bought these glasses at a vintage frame shop in Berkeley called Phoenix. They seem to be one of a kind because I have yet to find them anywhere else. My ex bought them for me when we first started hanging out. $200 at Phoenix, which is $175 more then I want to spend. If Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1143727199969986982006-03-30T05:44:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.637-08:00Banality of EvilI am finally making my slow way through The Sorrow and the Pity" When I think of documentary film, I think of a film such as this. It reminds me of why I wanted to make documentary films. The unfolding. Speaking of a great place to see excellent documentaries the United Nation Film Festival is in October. It is a small festival which I love and the focus is on International humanMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1143646622549876492006-03-29T07:32:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.533-08:00Navy Chest GirlRatto was the first house we ripped apart for an estate sale. The big find for me is always the navy trunk full of moth balls in the garage. Ratto's trunk had a collection of books. postcards from Japan post WWll. We found a bunch of these calendars; one with Marilyn Monroe which was probably worth something. I love that most design from Asia around then uses so much red, the colorMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1143145678264172612006-03-23T08:32:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.451-08:00I've been waiting for this museum to open. Imagine: worker housing, hard physical jobs for women, great overalls. My kind of utopia. I am always attracted to big ships and engine grease.Richmond shipyardI am nostalgic for a time I didn't even experience. My only experience of that time is through the objects we find in old houses and the occasional museum. I keep looking for the German word thatMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1142781751452972492006-03-19T07:07:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.348-08:00Visted the old Naval Air Base. I love the emptiness, decay and ghostlike atmosphere. When I was a kid this place was jumping. This is the picture I wanted to take.Park St. 1960The beachThis reminded me of the familiarity of Robert Bechtle's exhibit at Modern Art Museum. That bright Pacific Coast light and suburban 50-70s California architecture.Alameda Info has an excellent collection of Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1141919368014633652006-03-09T07:28:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.275-08:00I visited the train museum in Sacramento over the weekend. I really recommend a visit. The docents were old men who had worked on the railroad in some capacity. They will sit with you and tell you all the history from a personal perspective. I especially like the dining car with the restaurant ware from all kinds of railroad companies and the xylophone like instrument that was the dinner call. ItMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1141825767282094322006-03-08T05:48:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.176-08:00Dreamt that I was taking an art class called, "Bipolar Explorations".Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1141054693326546242006-02-27T07:22:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:35.076-08:00Nothing Important ReallyThis is my friend Abby and my favorite director. Notice that Herzog is taking the picture. Abby and I got to know each other working at the York Theater in the Mission in SF.It was in the days of reparatory theater with two films per night. I got my film school education at the York Theater. I remember seeing a week of John Cassavettes films, Woman Under the Influence in Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1140816717669371142006-02-24T13:29:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.984-08:00About this time last year I made a trip to the desert for a wedding and met a man. I don't know what it is about Tucson, but it one of the places I feel at home. I used to take so many photos. When I moved a few years ago I accidentally threw away 20 years of negatives.Every bus station in every town.It is so dusty there, and hot. The Mexican food is the best. I always have a good time when I Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1139931649208791342006-02-14T07:08:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.903-08:008%My grandma come over here from North Dakota in World War II. She got a job in a factory or so the story goes. So that is why I am one of the few that is a native East Bay Arean. I have always felt at home in Fruitvale. I might complain a bit, but this is my home for now. They say the neighborhood is getting better. It is definitely one of the more interesting places in the bay area. I like Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1139757057992448812006-02-12T07:10:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.785-08:00But outside the hospital unit, the general looked grim. "There's not a kid in that unit who knew what they were getting into," he said. "When I asked them, are you ready to go?, they would say, 'Yes, sir.' But then I'd look at those 18-, 19-, 20-year-olds, two weeks out of boot camp, and thought, no, they are not ready for this struggle. I knew how scared they were, how reluctant they were."Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1138197736790158362006-01-25T05:59:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.688-08:002 FavoritesDoubt anyone will recognize these stills. Whoever can guess correctly wins a DVD of an obscure Eastern European Director that you probably have never heard of.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1137896061462988912006-01-21T18:11:00.001-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.564-08:00Bird GirlsMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1137854613861859182006-01-21T06:28:00.000-08:002007-07-20T19:35:27.075-07:00My Fruitvale neighborhood is officially gentrified. The house next door is a twin of my house. Miss Ramsey, now in a rest home, lived her entire life in this house since 1912. Since her stroke, the house has been empty, gathering mice and sliding off its foundation.I have enjoyed gentrifying neighborhoods such as The Mission, Bucktown, Spanish Harlem, South Denver and now Fruitvale. You would Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1137270904146988782006-01-14T12:31:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.174-08:00What I am up to this weekend...All day long they are dropped off at the shelter. This one was brought in by a man who said his kids found it in the park. I figure he got the puppy for his kids and when the puppy became sick he dumped it off in the shelter. Nonetheless, he is here with me in his basket. I was worried he would die last night because he shit water like he had parvo. Mostly I try to Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1137160924721265022006-01-13T05:57:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:34.079-08:00My friend Bill tells a story of luring the dogs away from the toddler. Finally climbing on a car to get away from their repeated attacks. He has a plaque awarded to him, hometown hero. He still has scars. I love the breed. I don't find them any scarier then any other dog. But then I take care of them all day at the shelter.Go get one now.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1136847462025024362006-01-09T14:54:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.947-08:00Same old shit. Tea, yoga, meeting, paperwork. Happy birthday to my ex-husband. More paperwork. Sandwich. Looking at the garden. A. is cleaning out a house today. The elderly owners took cyanide while holding hands. Just the facts.Notice it was never sent.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1136733549953843392006-01-08T07:18:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.851-08:00Hitler youth. Found a magazine in the back of a closet.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1136384199398112672006-01-04T06:08:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.764-08:00I get up at 5:30 AM, make some tea, warm up in front of the heater and make my way to Mysore. I have been doing yoga off on on since 1983. I've had two abdominal surgeries, chemotherapy and a long recovery, so this class is kicking my ass. My friend Abby, who visited the last week, introduced me to the teacher and this version of yoga. I am hoping this will help my memory and body heal from all Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1136318803778372022006-01-03T12:05:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.659-08:00Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1135104043487885282005-12-20T10:32:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.452-08:00I was channeling August Sander when I took the photos of the theater group. Part of them are the Electra Theater Company. Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1134573673160353182005-12-14T07:17:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.357-08:00Dress RehersalMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1134492001677984062005-12-13T08:29:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.252-08:00My friend Adam is this dedicated, talented guy who does theater with transgendered folks. I helped with the costumes. We basically emptied the closets of my last estate sale and well, recontructed in an improvised sort of way. The play be at the New Langton Wed, Thurs, Fri and Sat. at 8pm New Langton Arts1246 Folsom Street (between 8th and 9th streets)San Francisco, CA 94103-3817415 626 5416and Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1132022741162229492005-11-14T18:41:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:23:33.160-08:00Minutes, Hours, DaysSomeone is demanding I update this. I swear I don't have much to say. Today I cleaned up all the dog pee on my blankets, my bed, my rug, my chair. I also washed out the dog barf in the car. I still need to get some Nature's Miracle before everything is ruined. I worried about Skippy and whether anyone would adopt him. I went to an AA meeting and drank some foul coffee. I went Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1130301460268760462005-10-25T21:35:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:33.054-08:00NeighborsMissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194446.post-1130158777983357942005-10-24T05:55:00.000-07:002006-11-12T18:23:32.856-08:00I have been blowing grey snot from working in that dirty haunted house and my back is twitching from lugging heavy furniture around. I try to have gratitude that I am making a little money. Inside the house is a history of my neighborhood in Fruitvale. Photographs of dirty roads and gangs of children in newsboy caps lined up on the fence. Rosemary didn't seem to buy anything after 1970. I have Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287520804111372721noreply@blogger.com0