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Comics on a Keno thing

O hai Zen blog. From now on I’m just going to post random stuff.

Meghan Chiampa’s Top 26 Tweets of 2010

I am copying Adam Ritchie and Michael J. Epstein and a slew of others by posting my top tweets of 2010. They are in chronological order. What a weird year. My Twitter name is @meghanchiampa

1 -I wish I could bring the computer in the bathtub.

2 - Writing about how the Toadies song “Possum Kingdom” gave me a huge scar on my leg.

3 - Holy shit, Antiques Roadshow Season Premiere in half-hour.

4-I’m going to take a break, get stoned and watch Helvetica, the typography documentary. #helvetica #graphicdesign #hightweets

5 - Making sweet potato burritos, how did I get this idea? Thanks random guy outside tt’s for that lovely gift.

(the guy outside of TTs gave me a joint)

6- @ARTGatz is tweeting the entire of Great Gatsby. ^_^

7- I keep getting acid flashbacks from stepping accidentally on the cat’s little red/blue lightup ball walking from/to the office/kitchen.

8- @claynferno YAY ROFLcon FTW!

9- I put on Paul Simon and everyone got mad.

10- Went to the gym for the first time in like 6 years. Time to eat health crayons. amazing photography. http://bit.ly/5jLsy0

11- I want to go to the party.

12- @theRSL Have you heard Lady Lamb the Beekeeper? From Maine.http://bit.ly/ZIzrm

13- The only thing worse than procrastinating on @ICHCheezburger is when using @stumbleupon and stumbling on to @ICHCheezburger.

14 - Papyrus is becoming the new Comic Sans. #comicsans #fonts

15 - Hey people who think vaccines cause autism: Jenny McCarthy used to be a porn star. That’s how she got her celebrity. #jennymccarthy#porn

16- @Chrysaora – thx for standing up for women and the internet, if you think about it, there really would be no internet without us.

17- @MichaelJEpstein who did the background on your Twitter page? It is awesome.

18- Can’t wait to meet all you music folks IRL at the Boston Rock bbq. I’m short and purple. You’ll see. Say hi. http://bit.ly/aw4y7e

19- Egrets? I’ve had a few.

20- I like those flags #twitter #GER #GER #GER #GER #GER #GER#GER #GER #GER #GER #GER #GER #GER #GER #GER #GE

21 - Follow @DesertRaceBOS my new music bloghttp://desertraceboston.com/

22 - o hai twitter, am getting married.

23- I was on boston.com yesterday – Nightlife photos from Project MUM under McGrath Highway – Boston.com http://shar.es/0oK1Z

24- This is where I hitchhiked yesterday all alone. I guess I still got it. It was beautiful. http://treksee.com/p/l3yd

25- Burrito has arrived. It is delish. #burritocrisis

26- Drinking a Ridge Runner Barley Wine by Rock Art Brewery -http://untpd.it/DERtw

A list of things that have been wrong in all the places I’ve lived.

I've lived in I think 4-5 of these. Triple Deckers.

I’ve moved a lot. Most of the places have sucked. This is a list of all the places I’ve lived and what was wrong with them. And the age I was when I left. All are in Massachusetts unless otherwise noted.

West Roxbury – I don’t remember – 6 months

Newton - As far as I remember, this place wasn’t bad but my brother was getting born and we moved to a bigger place – 5/6 years

Pembroke - My parents live here – 20 years

JP (Forest Hills) – Mice, pigeons, back deck falling apart, crazy downstairs neighbor who had a sign outside his door that said : attn. Robbers, we have guns in English and in Spanish. He also left his hunting gear outside. 5 people lived in the apt. 2 of the roommates were insane. The heat only worked in my room. And I hate the heat. – 21 years

JP(Green Street) – Mice and asshole landlord – 22 years

Fenway - Is surrounded by 4 colleges. Enough said. – 23 years

Dorchester - It is in Dorchester. Roommate was an asshole, also insane and stole a hundred dollars from me. Neglected her cocker spaniel. Made me buy a 60 dollar bottle of Maker’s Mark because I opened one. She was also 38 and a public school teacher in Dorchester. She brought a 13 year old to court for hitting her. – 23.5 years

Somerville - (Union sq. Left side of Market Basket) – This one wasn’t bad. Nice neighbors, landlord was cool, quiet enough for a main road. Then they started doing major construction on the main road. It is ending tomorrow. – 25 years

Somerville - (Other side of Market Basket) – I had the biggest room in the apt. 3 girls who were all smart and funny. One of them was “in charge of the bills”, when I asked why I had to pay 25 dollars a month for cable when I don’t watch tv and asked to see the bills, she got pissed and it got weird. A few months ago I ran into this guy who took one of the rooms. He said it turned ugly.  – 25.5 years

Shelburne, Vermont – This apt was lovely. Except it was a condo in a complex. The condo association was bonkers. This also got ugly, especially for the bf. -  26 years

Cambridge - This was awesome. But it wasn’t our apt. It was the bf parents’. We only stayed for the summer. – 26 years

Greenfield - This was the worst place I’ve ever lived in my life. The apt wasn’t half bad, a renovated school from 1880. The neighbors were batshitfuckingcrazy. The one below us was a horrible drunk, got evicted in November and didn’t leave until March. He would blast music all day long. And not any music, the same shit over and over. Especially Fleetwood Mac (i hate that band), Eagles (also hate) and the Grease sound track. The police were called many times. The first time he ran up to our deck and started banging on the window shouting at us, telling us we are assholes. This was a horrible experience. Not going to get into detail.I guess I did. – 27 years

Medford - Current position. They are gutting and remodeling the whole lower floor. That’s all I’m going to say. I asked for a quiet apt. I have bad luck. The people who work on the house here are weird/crazy. One left his pot in the apt before we moved in. Another yelled at me for having the flu for a week and a half when I asked him to turn the radio off. He is installing new windows. – 27.99 years

Highlights of My Week Sick at Home With the Flu

- When I thought I was better and ate a steak and cheese
- When I took a bath and got very sick
- When me and the (shit we are engaged now, I can’t call him the bf anymore, um fuck it) bf watched Omen on Netflix
- When the bf changed the sheets
- When I posted my 20th thing on FB
- When I decided to write random shit on Twitter
- When the cat came in the room with a pillow in her mouth like a dog
- When the cat found a small bug on the floor and killed it
- When Rob told the window guy to fuck off
- When everyone posted things on FB about the weekend
- When I finally wrote a blog
- When I got a letter from Styx PR person about an interview that I missed
- When the bf found the little computer behind the bed
- When I got new laundry
- When the bf went to a show and kept txting me
- When my sister called me at two in the morning to tell me she saw the bouncers beating up a guy at JJ Foleys and then went to JJ Foleys and the bartenders were serving beer to people with blood on their shirts so she left
- When Kristin finally called me back
- Yesterday’s post secret
- When I thought I was better and made home fries and had some Red Stripe
- When I puked really bad
- When I decided the flu is a lot like acid
- When I beat Electric Box 2
- When I beat Company of Myself <– highly recommend those two games
- When the bf went to whole foods
- Talking to Adena on gchat
- When the bf was on the phone fighting with the student loan people
- When I called the hospital and they were closed
- When I called the hospital and they were open and said yes
- When I wrote my mother an email
- When me and the bf watched that really bad movie, Session 9
- When me and the bf watched his friend’s movie, Grace

That’s all I can think of for now. I hate this. Here it is your moment of zen:

9 years

So, I know I haven’t written much in the blog. But I’ve written on the 11th of September for the past 9 years. Usually I will write to reflect. People are going insane. At this point. All I can remember is the page 3 for the Herald and the man tumbling out of their window and me and the kid I met at the Braintree train station saying what the fuck in awe and sharing a joint. I remember what that DAY FELT LIKE. I remember my father crying and saying “I know my friends are dying”. I went up there once as a kid. My favorite part was all the flags.  New York means a lot to me. And it means a lot to you, believe it or not. And in my opinion, New Yorkers are the nicest people on earth.After nine years I don’t really don’t have much to say. Except. Trace your path. Remember! This is your generation.

You ask me where my accent is from. I did a double axel in Rockefeller Center.

The moral of the story is that is it doesn’t have to just do with NYC, it has to do with everyone. In the words of Kurt Vonnegut: “There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

Simple Twist of Fate – How I made it home.

T’was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
“Come in” he said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

So, let me explain. The past 9 months I lived in a personal hell called Greenfield, MA. No friends, I worked from home mostly and supported the bf’s return to college. I’ve been super manic lately, little sleep, lots of action, little marijuana to calm me down. I haven’t been painting or drawing as much as I’m used to and am planning to start it up again as soon as I can. I can’t imagine the stuff I would paint. My visual artistry has gotten more and more abstract as I’ve gotten older. That is a sign of insanity I think. Or what I gather from being an art lover. Lately, at night, dark and wandering the far corners of the internet, I’ve thought, I want to paint, I want to be a painter again. It was the greatest release of whatever this grip of emotional tightness I have around my inner organs. I wouldn’t think. I would listen to music closer than I would doing any other activity. The only thing closer would be dancing.

Amazingly, I’ve learned more about everything in the past few months, kind of stuck inside my head. Which go on both sides of the spectrum. Things about people, the music “business”, music, web design and most importantly, solitude. I met the bf over years ago outside of the bar I used to work at. I moved to Vermont with him, I moved to Western Mass with him and now we are home in Boston. To stay. Every morning I wake up and think, shit I’m home. I’m home.

I think the whole two years made me realize what makes “home” home. That maybe, I might belong somewhere. The thing about Boston, or The Island of Camberville is the people, who I’ve also realized I love more than anything. I’ve had more conversations  in the past two weeks than I had in the past 9 months. About things I love. I talked about comics 2 days in a row for more than a half hour!

Unfortunately, I put the Zen on the back-burner, which is something I shouldn’t have done. Luckily I have this strong conscience who will tap me on the shoulder, or slap me in the face, to remind me to live in the moment. In the now now now. And to make do with what I can. Which I hope I did. My brain is different now, Boston. I hope you can deal with it. I’m fiercer, more observant and not as naive.  I’m tired as ever and tomorrow I will be able to sleep in my bed, with the man of my dreams, in the city I love. I’ve waited my whole life for that day. Wait, no, I’ll have to wait until Saturday. Because the bf has to go to Vermont to sell his condo. Still, soon enough. Good things are on the “horizon”, which is something I haven’t seen in a while. It’s like my whole life has been nothing but Koopas and Goombas and now I’m about to stomp on the axe and save the princess and live happily ever after.

Well I’m living in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge someday I’ll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and him were born
“Come in” he said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

Here it is, your moment of Zen:

Illustrating a status pt. 1

So, my friend is a very creative bass player in a band called Club D’elf. He wrote a really great FB status on FB about how he was playing his bass in the Arboretum and some kids happened upon it.

i was practicing in my spot at the arboretum when a mother and two children happened by. not every day you see an upright bass in a remote place in the woods and the kids were clearly intrigued. young ty (3 years) apparently heard it from far away and at first thought it was A MONSTER. that is about the best thing anyone has ever said about my playing. plus he knew what it was – a BASS and not a cello! i let him put his ear right up to the f-hole and he said he could “feel the vibrations!” my faith in the future of the world went up a few notches.