Took a stroll down LV strip last night and things are building up in the ever changing world. Certain restaurants I went to are completely shut down due to COVID. It make me sad because these restaurants were not chain restaurants and there is no where else to find them. I try to keep beating to my own drum as much as possible. I can’t wait for next weekend as it will be September and I will have the full weekend to hopefully focus on my writing. Before anyone knows it, it will be 2021 and I can’t wait (to a point because I have some things I want/need to finish before that time).
Here are the categories of drought.
Here are the categories of flooding.
Here are the magnitudes of earthquakes.
Here are the categories of tornadoes on the Fujita scale.
Hurricanes and Tropical Storms
Here are the categories on the Saffir-Simpson scale.
Here are the classes of fire.
Here are the classes of fires extinguishers.
Her are the major different types of extinguishers
What extinguisher should you use for any type of fire?
It takes to your thumb like a fish in water.
Do it a few times and listen to the sounds of the pages.
Go to any random number and read a few sentences.
Get it out of your system as you know you’re not interested in what it says.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
Turn your back to strangers around you and bring it to your nose.
Stick it right in, like a dog sniffing the yellow and green grasses.
Inhale the remnants of the ink and pulp.
This is how you know you’re a lover of books.
I am not the master of my space.
I do not want to deal with this place.
I have upset the apple cart many times.
I hate the imperfect limes.
I fall onto my knees.
I brush away ugly fleas.
I know the sound of rolling apples.
I am awake to the ringing of bells in the chapels.
I am dead to one voice.
I hear only one choice.
I am not the master in this place.
I do not want to deal with this disgrace.
Get up in the morning.
Put on some underwear.
Already have a shirt on.
No need to brush your hair.
You don’t have any.
Itch your arms a few times.
The scratches before are still there.
Only need some pants.
It starts the day on a positive note.
Lyrics from by Mia Zapata
“You apologize and I accept it all on faith but still you do not try to push away your old mistakes.”
Producers: Ronnie Pontiac, Jessy Bender, Danny Goldberg, and Tamra Spivey
Director: Kerri O’Kane
Running Time: one hour and 22 minutes
When Mia Zapata was murdered in 1993, it sent shockwaves in Seattle. It would take police detectives ten years later to find the killer. Zapata was part of the band called The Gits, composed of herself as the singer, Joe Spleen as guitarist, Andy Kessler as bassist, and Steve Moriarty as drummer. This documentary includes the band’s upbringing, their short music career, Zapata’s murder, and the aftermath of it. They were part of the punk rock scene, had jam sessions in an abandoned house, were signed to a record label, and then it all came crashing down. When Zapata walked back to her apartment one night, it was a case of wrong time, wrong place and she was gone. Money was raised to pay for a private investigator after her death, but it led nowhere. Fast forward to 2003 when Jesus Mezquia was found guilty of murdering her based on DNA evidence. He was sentenced to 36 years after his appeal. Along with her voice/music, the only positive result that came out of was Home Alive, a self-defense group. Yes, her life was cut severely short of what it could’ve been. No, she probably shouldn’t have been walking home with headphones. Some crimes are purely random as in this one. It often makes it more tragic and how in an instant a community is changed forever.