emily français

all tomorrow's parties!

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 21:47:07 GMT

dear radical friends and family,
i'm writing by way of pure goodness and hope that you will at least consider donating any amount at all to the 2008 kdvs 90.3 fm davis fundraiser.
this radio land is true magic anything can happen-ness, a pure, amazing
outlet!
it would be especially appreciated if you were to call in and donate during the crazy antics and bravery of my second fundraiser show occuring this sunday night: april 27th from 7-8pm co-hosting with my roommate love roxanne and cosmetology teacher hero hydro from sacto.
did i mention tax deductableness and that there are top notch coolio premiums (music, t-shirts, golden books, handmade goodies, gift certificates, studio recording time, etc.), gratitude, and life changing galore.
for more information, feel free to ask me anything under the moon or see:
http://fundraiser. kdvs.org
well, whether or not you are able to pledge you can listen to this gem all over the world on-line 24-7 (www. kdvs.org) and fundraiser week is worth while even if for simply tuning in to an entire week of hilarity and fascination, program wise.
be a doll and pass this to all your cool pals ok!
either way, i send all my love and best thoughts.
thanks for reading!
love,
emily french
oh, ps.

these are the hot telephone numbers!
530-754-KDVS
888-654-6294 (toll free)

this girl group gang of troublemakers are here to dance this handmade radio revolution around for a crazy, change your world kinda shindig!

help

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 06:22:40 GMT

yes: i'm writing this at an emotional peak but i need to express that i have never lived such a stressful lifestyle and it's frightening to do so all the while my antenna is tuned too intently to how i feel and how everyone around me feels all the time.
this period in time is hard; everything is suffering. my true friends feel neglected but i just work and go to school 9am-10pm everyday and sometimes i get to sit down and i'm doing my very best so when someone leaves me a disrespectful nasty ass note at work it makes me want to quit everything, it hurts and i tried to write them back to say hey i'm a human being here but my beliefs took over, i crumpled it up and started sniffling at the gas station to not understand why i keep reliving this test of character scenario.
every time i turn the corner i'm in a relationship with a negative, unhappy person whom i let treat me like shit because i'm trying to be true to myself and my ideas.
i know the right thing to do is continue this personal human kindness experiment which is awesome by the way but oh my god sometimes the test is testing me too!

pg. 244

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 07:40:22 GMT

heather had a dream i got into beauty school and now i can't wake up!
five days, two record store shifts, one farmer's market too few of life as i know it and not enough string!
consider me a scared thrill seeker i'm living a double dare and my heart has never beat this fast before.

tonight i ducked out the bakery back door on a pizza delivery (there were seven) and swiftly said like i always do, "i love --" in such a frenzy something else caught my attention before getting to "--you guys!". but shh this place is magic because in another room noah said "i love you too" i didn't even have to finish my sentence
so
i
won't,

Sat, 20 May 2006 07:17:45 GMT

mike and i on a craft fair pastry kick before scooping up cody and travelin' to the fabric house!

dinky bits and my betsy teen beauty

friday night funsters, the mothballs

cuh-rayzee bear suitin' steven and heather

fundraiser!!

i found this peculiar house among perfectly normal homes on a nothin' special street casually exploring berkeley and haven't stopped thinking about it since

Sat, 06 May 2006 06:06:09 GMT

with pain oozin' out my ears, super duper sick and stinkin' mad that i'm not having a san francisco cinco de mayo hoot with betsy and the teen takeover!
though, oddly enough managed to ace my morning dessert diner interview stiff neck and all,

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 06:30:38 GMT

the cutest, complete stranger snuck up and in quite a surprising way left a little flower for me to find, makin' nevada city darn difficult to leave tonight.
simple interactions like this stuff truly kills me,

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 06:26:11 GMT

oh phew! one week ago as of tonight i finished the book i had been borrowing in a cold Berkeley coffee shop and zoomed through the city streets on foot after wards since i was feeling such a rush. someone even stopped me and insisted that i show them this book that i was practically twirling around with!
lately, wish i had a true friend whom i could read passages to and do a bunch of silly special stuff with but until we bump into each other i'll just adventure on my own.
got to scrawl these odds and ends down before returning Still Life With Woodpecker...
what are you reading?,
emily

"Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time.
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon."

"How can one person be more real than any other?
Well, some people do hide and others seek.
Maybe those who are in hiding--escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the Pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience--maybe those people, people who won't talk to rednecks, or if they're rednecks won't talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jackleg humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar's Hell.
Some folks hide and some folks seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it--and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth's sweet gas."

Sun, 22 Jan 2006 08:23:35 GMT

wonderfully in our own little world

treehouse

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 06:26:43 GMT

cody and i got our show!
have hardly told a soul and so i am bursting a bit at the seams about it, but despite my sounding terribly nervous, announcing incorrect titles with headphones falling off my head half the time...
truly glowing and excited about us, this darn ditty is so much fun:
"cody and emily tumbled out of sleep and snuck off to the treehouse for their very first kooky web of goofball songs!"
listen in to our premiere here: 1/5/06

playlist!, www.kdvs.org

Saturday

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 03:24:03 GMT

i tip toed in berkeley at night so i could snoop and be silly before ira glass's performance, whom i spoke with then the world stopped!

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 05:34:08 GMT

sundays are for sailing to that moon-age magic theater in nevada city we see short films wash up on a frozen shore

Sorry,

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 05:59:33 GMT

i'd like to write a book about you and say see? this sacramento city is smoking and anxious but if we find the people and treasures that are worth while it would be a shame to say words that cheapen the world!

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 06:59:34 GMT

spooked!

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 10:21:06 GMT

back here, home from a while of weaving in and out of sacramento and oregon where once i slept beside marion in mr. and mrs. mount eerie beds.
for $5 i let ladybugs loose in little towns spiraling down the coast since the start of seattle!
duh? darn it i am still so stuck on last summer i find me sinking in this stupid memory sea...

doot doot doot...

Wed, 13 Jul 2005 04:23:53 GMT

once again, like waking up in a nest of bad dreams!

Wed, 18 May 2005 22:23:32 GMT

i sucked on three camp fire sticks too many, before seeing i can't solve the cigarette mystery.
why did you drop me off a cliff?
where i'll wander this leaky wooded wait forever!

Fri, 15 Apr 2005 06:13:59 GMT

Bridges
driving underneath a train i squirm, scared my mind will try to trace the tracks

Tue, 22 Mar 2005 10:44:42 GMT

Nights Wave
another hitch-hiking nightmare,

Mon, 28 Feb 2005 13:47:27 GMT

Dark Bike Creeping
chasing after the winter so cold thirsty i could sneak off with it,
i want to freeze!

Tue, 22 Feb 2005 13:09:29 GMT

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 08:04:01 GMT

beards kept combed

i listen to the wind,
to the wind of my soul!
i roller skate, i will wait, winding with what's left of such a haunted, western winter.

Sat, 18 Dec 2004 04:20:29 GMT

space girl blues,

Tue, 23 Nov 2004 08:44:27 GMT

a brief glimpse of doofusgrrl.com summer camp work and sneak peak of our anticipated update

I Feel Horrible. He Doesn't

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 13:06:20 GMT

I feel horrible. He doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.

Sun, 07 Nov 2004 09:15:37 GMT

Hinged to Forgetfulness like a Door

Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
of her dreams.