Ritual

Ritual

12/08/2006 09:00 PM - PT's Inferno 1601 W Evans Ave, Denver, 80223 - $5New music venue above PT's (yes, the nudey bar). Come on down and watch the delicious entertainment downstairs then have a drink and rock out with us upstairs. There are two empty cages for those feeling sexy enough to dance for us.... you KNOW who you are .... you tigresses and tigers....

go to www.youtube.com/wendyclark for the new wendy show episode 1.5

so i was just writing my friend jhimm because that is what i do jhimm is legendary and revolutionary and i know it. not only because he somehow finds a way to wrap his thoughts around his voice not only because his voice is spectacular not only because he somehow finds a way to amuse and remuse and is my muse and writing to him is always a wakeup call and a perfect certain entity of the truest perfect reflection of who i am when i write words to him of who is someone i am and am not and he knows it. i have told him (though he can't be right all the time....) :) and he tells us what is going on and around and we know we have to have this dude's attention because of his energy and will he is a young prophet (much like Erk....hmmm... whoa....) nice. and doesn't even know how magnetic his presence and his very essence is a reminder to check one's self and remember to -check- everything -balance- and let yourself be true to yourself in word, thought, and deed. this has been ...

can tell she is sleeping. she also doesn't know that i have been explaining my theories of cognitive behavioral therapy for the past 20 minutes, nor does she know i can tell she is faking it. she finds my theories as captivating as anything else. for certain.

you have to understand that i understand what you are saying. keeping this in mind, i understand that because you do not understand me as i don't understand you and you will not listen to what i have to make you understand is true mainly because i have more experience than you and am wise in this matter of subjective thought and action i keep my eyes closed and look into the great wide open the one you rarely get to see unless you find yourself humming while doing the sidestroke amongst the doggie-paddlers who mistake tennis for air hockey and you remember the day that you you finally listened before you thought and kept your eyes open and listened before you thought listen before you think. before you let yourself talk.

i got me a job today. i start tuesday.

i got me a job today. i start tuesday.

"My Resume" by Wendy N. Clark fictional account of pragmatic humanist trying to revise a resume and getting angry.... "From now on we are all responsible. And accomplices." Elsie Wiesel Wendy N. Clark wch@denied.hmpf Objective: My objective to obtain the position at the company for which I am sending you my resume. My intent is to give you – in objective terms (keywords) why I match your criteria and likely want to be an employee (i.e., contract, temp, permanent, temp-to-hire, freelance, etc.) for the position at your organization which I am sending you my resume as you requested. As I have been researching in my four-ish month quest for a good job, the search starts here (unless you have already determined that I am not the one… based on our ratio of “k2k”© : keywords to keywords search mentality. It’s like a dating service DMBMS and a QTFU match? Any reason to read on? K2k is my latest soon to be famous acronym in yet another bad investment of time. My other objec...

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1209218714 Because you don't know where you may be headed. Or where you may leave. Or where you may be left, for that matter.... Written, filmed, and produced by Wendy Clark. Music performed by Wendy Clark, Daniel Paschke, and Mark Mauldin on a backporch, and the last outro-lude performed by Wendy last night. Mastered - sorta/kinda.

i am not feeling well. neither is JJ. i slept allllllll day and woke up to stare in the reflective glass and estimate the damage had a delicious JJ omelete pet my dogs and called a potential employer back (i left a charming message but she didn't call back yet) this gig is for an entry-level web developer which is one of the many things i want to learn and the pay is pretty excellent and my sense of hope (sense?) is happily creeping up my spine again and monster.com is okay by me it's the folks who are doing the hiring who are becoming the ones who seem to think they can decide who is worthy or not note to hiring managers: dear judges of my fate and income: it's pretty cool to have respect for strangers even if they are not the right candidates for your position. it's really good to have an idea where you stand - even if it has to be in a bulk email to those who aren't the right person for the job. you know who you are. i am going to sleep again now. my message to t...

Why does one write? Once your number comes up, you cease brainstorming the infinite answers to this unquestion. “Hello!” I shout to the empty classroom. I am aware of the perimeters of my intentions; I have my phone in my hand; I have my keys in my left front pocket of my corduroys, the laminent hanging out with the neckpiece – a ritualistic ornament which psychologically reassures myself that it is safe to go home. It is safe to let go. It is safe to go on now. Except for… my glasses…Darn

I ain't been right since that doctor in Boulder made me take that shot of homeopathic-whole-body solution in Boulder when I was twenty-four years old. But beside that, I had a few thoughts in the shower after a great Saturday evening out but the point is that i learned somethings that made the bad news (regarding my new job) not so bad at all ....to ME, that is... therefore i trust that that psychobabble sweetly spoken to and for me from my friends (the ones who read too much but love me) and the point they were trying or had something to do with my need for approval my seeking approval from others who don't have it to give.... "We may look for approval from people who have none to give." and i don't know why this little excerpt is making me which i had known not to do this for so long but also I REALLY hope i can remember this and investigate it on a regular basis (of course, blogging it may actually help, HMMM! :)) but it may wash down the drain with the other e...

Saturday, June 03, 2006 Today Current mood: Lost and found Today is the first day of the rest of your series of other first days of your life. You always can be uncertain whether or not you have this particular day to begin again. You always may be certain that you will always be uncertain. You start planning immediately; you have an unmeasured time allotted for this interpretation of the state of your fixation. You sit in front of whatever clever type of technology or paper or sticky-note system which provides you with the encouragement to begin your plan. But after a few scribbles and a change in barometric pressure, you decide that you have accomplished a decent amount of planning, just by the act of starting to think about planning. Then you walk into your backyard to see if there is enough gas in the lawn mower to do a few rows, and your phone rings. Hello? The silence on the other end of your line is intolerable, so you utter a short sequence of charming un-thank yous and you rea...

Saturday, July 22, 2006 Knowledge is Power by Wendy Clark ©2006 For this discussion, kids, please take notes. Yes, in your notebook. Preferably in your English notebook. No, not your journal. No Billy, not your hey! I am speaking! Okay. Listen up, guys. Guys! Okay. Okay! Take out your journal and write the - - what? Please, dont speak when I am speaking! I do not have a .7 lead, sorry. No, you cant go to the restroom right now the pencil sharpener is next to my computer. No, Susie, not true. I dont know why we have an assembly. All right. So take your journals out and open them. Shhhsorry guys, I mean your NOTEBOOKS yes, I mean no, I am going to explain that in just a sec Kelly! Where are you going? Okay. Let me take attendance. Oh, go see if they have a band-aid in the front office well um are you kidding? Sorry. The front office is located at the front of the school yes.those doors that go to the outside of the school.okay, but only one of you may go, no. No more chocolate. No, but w...

I have learned a lot this week. One lesson is this: You are trying to get a job. You are assuming the correct steps and smiling all the way to the dot coms and lottery-esque opportunities and window shopping down For Sale Street and flossing your gleaming teeth on your reflection of the Internet window job hunting you are strolling down. You are not for sale. You are not shopping. You are a number and you don't exist. Good luck with you career pursuits! Love, The Economy of American Estrangists.

I am still awake again. By again, I should say that this is another night of me on another night of insatiable fun-quests; these late evening-turn nights which I sneak into the hours which are quiet about everyplace but my head. Some thing about these nights are just how I want to have my self completely; there is an air during the summer heat that simmers the boiling blood of people's days into a cool glass of introspection. Now, I am no hippie, but I am left-handed. I had a fairly eventful day. My advice to myself: 1. Think about following your instincts, regardless. 2. Quit using the word "regardless." 3. Doubt yourself and remember it's a helluva good idea. But don't have a good time while you do it, you bastard. 4. It's really true love for real even if every other signal is upside down and you shouldn't be suprised anyway.

briefly..... today's highlights from my perspective.... after years of sniffing odorless garlic and reading books with no words, the fork ran away with the spoon, the city sighed and feigned apathy as the dan and i lashed out at the corporate world today but everyone called us clowns.... i got me -yet another- "ironic" job today. got a 100 percent on the spanish tests which i was certain that i flunked, and they (the recruiting squadron) stamped me with an approval waiver and called me bilingual. so it's now official. i speak for both teams.... the door is ajar, folks.... i will be here all night... Bwhahahahahahaha!!!!!! this job is even more silly than my last one. and shame on all those people who say that getting your college education doesn't pay off!!! joke's on them, i say! living proof right here! step on up and take a good look at the great american dream! i will be seriously going to hell for this one... made my favorite person in the world turn scar...