Friday, March 28, 7.30 PM, Diana Wortham Theatre, Asheville
Tickets: $35 and $30 (students and seniors) www.dwtheatre.com or 828-257-4530

Robert Bly is returning to Asheville by popular demand! Come enjoy a heartfelt and lively evening of Love Poetry from around the world (including poems by Rumi and Hafez) with award-winning poet, gifted translator, and celebrated storyteller Robert Bly. He will be accompanied by the lyrical music of Asheville’s own Free Planet Radio. This world-fusion group features Grammy award-winning bassist Eliot Wadopian, percussionist River Guerguerian, and multi-instrumentalist Chris Rosser.

Ya’ll know I love some Robert Bly (http://katbox.freakinuniverse.com/2008/01/29/i-love-this-poem/ ). And some Rumi.  So hook me up with tickets already. Amen.

photo taken with my crackberry on the way to work this morning…

(this is from an email sent out by Asheville Buncombe Youth Soccer Assoc!)
Excuse: I’ve never played soccer before.
Answer: No previous experience necessary! In fact, we’ll provide you with game info and even a little training.

Excuse: I don’t need to sign up soon if I told someone I wanted to play.
Answer: This is true only if you don’t mind wearing a XXL T-shirt. We need to know what T-shirt sizes to order and that’s time sensitive info! Sign up today! Don’t forget: If you know who is serving as your team captain (or who you told you were going to play), please enter their name in the ’special requests’ section.

Excuse: I don’t want to embarrass myself.
Answer: You will be in good company with lots of beginners and lots of out of shape folks. We’ll all be embarrassed together.

Excuse: I don’t have enough time to commit.
Answer: It’s one day a week and you know you’ve been bugging yourself about exercising more.

Excuse: I don’t have the right equipment/shoes/shin guards etc.
Answer: You don’t need special shoes or cleats to start out.. Tennis shoes or indoor soccer shoes will be fine. We hope that games will be so low key that shin guards will be simply decoration and not necessary but in the event of an errant foot, shin guards are inexpensive and can be picked up at Arsenal at the indoor soccer center, Dick’s Sporting Goods or even Wal-Mart.

Excuse: I don’t have any friends who are playing.
Answer: You won’t be the only “single”. Plus you’ll make new friends – teammates!

Excuse: I have to go to work on Monday.
Answer: This is Recreation Soccer. Anyone who is so competitive that they can’t move on Monday will be referred to the competitive Adult program.

Take a moment and sign up today!
https://www.youthleaguesusa.com/abysa/adult/07-08/AdultRec.html

 and now a word from moi:

I’m planning on signing up as long as the money fairy is kind to me this week.  I haven’t played since I snapped my arm in two places for our FreakinTeam!  (I still have my original shirt, too! They wanted to cut it off me at urgent care because my arm was swelling so badly, but I wouldn’t let them.  I pulled it off and nearly passed out from the pain, but I saved my awesome shirt!)

I have an alarming number of pets.  They keep showing up at my house and I’m helpless to stop it, so I just name them, neuter them, collar them and feed them.
With the alarming number of pets comes a collection of dead animal offerings from both the cats and the dogs.  They bring me gifts.  Snicklefritz was recently ambitious enough to carry his offering of a dead mole all the way in through the cat window in my office to the living room, quite a long trek, but he wanted to show it off.  Over the years, I’ve been presented with rabbits, birds, mice, moles, rats, squirrels, possums, chipmunks and a few things I couldn’t readily identify.
I’m not overly squeamish, since in most cases, the deceased creature in question is pretty much still intact, just a little, errr, rigid.  Praise the pet (”oooo thank you so much for bringing me […]

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From last weekend’s sweaty, flailing mosh pit at the Crank County show, I still have quite a few huge bruises.  Generally, if you’re the sober one in the pit, somehow all the rubbery, bouncy drunks fall on you–they leave unscathed, you leave looking like you’ve been beaten with a lead pipe.
I have a huge bruise on each arm.  I have a bruise on my left shoulder.  I have a bruise on my right boob, and I remember the exact moment of it, because after that smashing blow to the cleavage, I had to request that the gent in question stop heaving himself into my decolletage with such force.  He complied, thank goodness, or I might have a matched set of cleavage bruises today.
I’m not complaining, mind you.  I could’ve moved out of the crazy action and into a tamer zone at any time, but I chose to stay in and […]

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Hott with two t’s, hell yeah!
This fine evening, let’s reflect upon the latest offering from Kid Rock, So Hott.
Normally, I am not a Kid Rock fan.  I know his music when I hear it, and I don’t dislike it, but I’ve never been moved to buy anything of his.  I don’t turn Kid Rock off when he comes on the radio, but I also don’t normally turn it up either.
Then along comes So Hott off his upcoming release Rock n Roll Jesus.  Oh me oh my…some reviewers of this little ditty have called this song lyrically weak.  I, however, deem it to be straight to the point and pretty darn great–I shan’t print the lyrics here, just know that the language has to be edited for radio play–and we all know that my opinion is the only one that matters in all things.
This song is nassssssssssssssty.  Everything about it will […]

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…renting Brokeback Mountain.  I knew the premise from all the hype.   Gay cowboys in love. 
I put in the DVD last night and started folding laundry, doubting I’d be interested at all…and before I knew it, I was boohooing with mismatched socks in my hands.
Why don’t you people warn me about these things?  It was so sad! It was so depressing!  Two people wasting their lives away, refusing to live out their dreams.  And then it was too late for them, no more second chances.  And then I’m crying all through the last 15 minutes of the movie.  Oh my god, when he finds their shirts in the closet from the first summer on Brokeback, I was a mess, just wailing.
The point here would be twofold: first, why don’t you people warn me not to rent this crap when I’m moody?!?  Send me a freakin’ email and say “Kat, Brokeback will […]

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Originally posted on FreakinAsheville.com in the Kat Box, this photo generated some of the strangest and most hilarious emails in my inbox that I’ve ever received.
My toes in honey (photo by Bedivere):

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Friday night was fun, ya’ll!  Where were ya?  All the hot action was going down at Fred’s Speakeasy with a crazy lineup of Automanic, Luxury Pushers and Crank County Daredevils.  Thanks to my bro being fashionably late as always, I missed most of Automanic’s set.  Luxury Pushers were super cool (hunt ‘em down on myspace) although I really wanted to give their guitarist a blood transfusion and a peanut butter sandwich; I could pick my teeth with that boy…but any band that opens their set with a few lines from “America” by Neil Diamond is ok in my book.
The crowd was happy as hell it was Friday, friendly and mostly drunk.  There was dancing and flailing for Luxury Pushers, which if you know Asheville’s music scene like I do, is insane–seldom will Ashevillians get up and show love to the headlining band, nevermind the opening bands. 
The bathroom at Fred’s is haunted.  […]

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I found the photo o’ my toes in honey from way back, a Kat Box from years ago!

Check that out, and read all about Friday night in Ashevegas…just click that snazzy Kat Box link over there on the left.  Smooches to all!

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This is a tough one to explain if you’ve never had it done before, but a really good acupuncture session is bliss.
First off, I’ll back up and say I was in a fender bender that left me sore between my shoulder blades, an ache that wasn’t fading away.  Ice and ibuprofen weren’t making a difference.  I thought I’d go back to the acupuncture clinic and see if they could work some magic.
They’ve worked magic for me in the past.  They’ve fixed my sleep problems short term, they alleviated tremendous back pain after two flailing falls.
So you’re on a table, a massage-type table with the cradle for your face.  You might be on your back if the acupuncture needles are going in your front side, but I think all my treatments but one have required I be on my stomach.  After a consultation with your acupuncturist, you assume the position (on […]

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It has been a really exhausting ride since my birthday, really.  Full of some highs and some lows, some waaaaay down lows, but I’m ready for even keel, some smoother sailing.
I’ve been jerked around a little this month, not intentionally, but still, jerked around while someone was wrapped in some self-absorbed BS.  The only person allowed to be that self-absorbed, folks, is me, so make a note, don’t let it happen again.
 I think the hardest part of it all (I hate to be cryptic, but this is a public diary after all, you’re peeking over my shoulder into my thoughts, so I have to be a little guarded) was that my intentions were misunderstood.  And the party involved never took a second to even ask my intentions, just took a question, ran with it, blew it up, emotional shrapnel everywhere.  We’ve talked at length since then to make some peace […]

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Hey, if you’re looking for the most fabulous fixture ever in the FreakinAsheville corner of the woods, the one and only world famous Kat Box that you’ve been reading for a blue million years, you’re going to have to go over here.  You won’t find it on FreakinAsheville at this moment, and there should be a big blinking sign that tells you all how to find me, because that’s why you’re here, for me…  The Kat Box is chock full o’ my usual mood-swingy angst, the same angst you’ve been enjoying for a really long time.  So go here and enjoy!
EDITOR’S NOTE: KAT BOX BUTTON ADDED. HOW ELSE MAY WE SERVE THEE, OH MISTRESS O’WORDS?

Then name THIS tune and no looking it up:
 Promises are sh*t. We speak the way we breathe.

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Sin lies only in hurting others unnecessarily. All other “sins” are invented nonsense. -Robert A. Heinlein, science-fiction author (1907-1988)

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I’ve been too f’ing sensitive lately.  So today’s song lyrics are much beloved to me, uplifting, full of good cheer.  Name that band, and don’t cheat by googling the lyrics, weasels:
And when I get your blood I rip your throat
Your blood I rip your throat
I want your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood
or how about this one:
 Black dress moves in a blue movie
Graverobbers from outer space
or:
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
Don’t cheat! Name that band, for extra love name each tune.  The first person to get it right gets…well, I guess that depends who’s the first person to get them right what I’d give them…

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