Sigi Arnejo Journal

Talking to myself can be hazardous noises in my head can cause me harm ...dangerous even i am alone in my feeling of loss of ... self ,love mourning of the past future of no smiles no money sadness surrounds me with a lot of head noises that only i can hear

Wow I read an article the other day that studied the science of how sound effects the tastes of food. Just think of it!!! It seems this study had folks bite a potato chip,recorded it then altered the sound of the chip. They made some chips sound louder and some softer. The people that heard their chip louder said the chip tasted good. The chips that were softer tasted just ok. As a sound artist and nutrition student I find this study very interesting. I knew that when people were angry that eating something crunchy help them deal with the anger. I am a victim of eating when I am upset or depressed. Now, I know that the sound can alter the taste of food. So the next time you get pissed off eat something fresh and crunchy it's taste good and you 'll feel better. For more read Sound and Taste Eat Loud!! Sigi

Lisi and I went to Bill T Jones performance at YBCA last night. I have to say although it was a interesting performance, I didn't get it. Am I lame? The lighting was good the sound was ok, not great there was some fuzz and the vocals were a little hard to hear, the video was really good, but I didn't get it. There was a narrative that was good although what the narrator was talking about did go with the dancing. I don't know, I am just not a dance person. Did I fall asleep you say? Well, maybe a little. The best part of the night though was the dinner before at Nordstrom Bistro Cafe with our friends C n F. There was talk about lesbian bed death and how many couple have it, when does it occur, and at what age. It was a stimulating conversation that took us right up to curtain time. The food was good, the company was pleasant, and the performance was entertaining. I love it when a plan comes together, don't you?

I work with the public and while I was in the washing my hands I overheard a woman say something to the effect that step parents are expected to do the work and not have any in put. As their conversation faded from my ear I thought: that's so true. Being a step parent is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. The woman in the restroom was right. We as step parents are expected to pick the kid(s) up from school,take them to the dr, dance, sports or whatever, but when it comes down to it step parents have no say in discipline,rewards, or activities. The kids are running the parents and the step parents have to just grin and bare it. We, as step parents, are to be seen and not heard. Isn't it funny how that used to be what kids were supposed to do.