Go and see House of Flying Daggers ASAP. The dude who played Jin was HOT, for real,Yum.
Today we rented a car. Mariel, Motu, 100lb man and myself went to Target. We tried to go to the nice one in Daly City, but ended up at a really gross one near the airport. It ended up working though because we totally snuck Motu into the store, he sat in the cart the whole time. Big ups to Mariel - I probably would not have thought to put him in the cart.
Then we went on a quest to find the In n' Out Burger, that was "right near the Target". Yeah well we drove all around the towns up and down El Camino De Real Road. We finally found it
Fuck it even i am bored with this story, It was more interesting that it sounds. I am going to eat a Krispy Creme Doughnut because In n' Out Burger was in the same plaza as the Krispe Creme! I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. The line to the drive through was around the whole place. The inside was creamed. I waited with Buddy in the car while M + J went into the place
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
3 Days until Christmas
Well as you all know, we are coming to the final stretch before I get presents. This is somewhat disconcerting as there are no presents for me under the tree. There are several for jon and none for me:(
As this is literally the first xmas away from my family, I was feeling a little like, well, since I am not going to be there, i better make my presents poignant. So that my mom can cry when she opens my very thoughtful nightgown and chocolates and think of her firstborn child all the way across the county. Anticipating my family thinking the same way, I have been greeting the mail man enthusiastically in hopes he is bringing my presents. It turns out no, i got a check in the mail.
I am also sick. Does anyone else get sick right around the first day of their period? I mean I don't get sick very often but when I do, it is always right around the time aunt flo makes her appearance. Just an extra pain in the ass from good old mother nature...
Speaking of, I hope all of you on the east coast are weathering this storm toasty warm inside enjoying the tea of your choice.
I was at the Department of Public Health today. Did you know in California you have to go to the same place for death and birth certificates. It costs $15 to get a birth certificate, and $13 to get a death certificate. I find this interesting and fascinating. While I was waiting for my appointment, I was trying to figure out who was there for what. The babies were pretty easy. Just listen for baby noises and look for exhausted bleary-eyed parents. The deaths were also pretty easy to figure out. I wonder how long you have to wait or who can go and get them because there was no one crying or having hysterics or anything like that. perhaps it would be unseemly to display emotion in a government building...
As this is literally the first xmas away from my family, I was feeling a little like, well, since I am not going to be there, i better make my presents poignant. So that my mom can cry when she opens my very thoughtful nightgown and chocolates and think of her firstborn child all the way across the county. Anticipating my family thinking the same way, I have been greeting the mail man enthusiastically in hopes he is bringing my presents. It turns out no, i got a check in the mail.
I am also sick. Does anyone else get sick right around the first day of their period? I mean I don't get sick very often but when I do, it is always right around the time aunt flo makes her appearance. Just an extra pain in the ass from good old mother nature...
Speaking of, I hope all of you on the east coast are weathering this storm toasty warm inside enjoying the tea of your choice.
I was at the Department of Public Health today. Did you know in California you have to go to the same place for death and birth certificates. It costs $15 to get a birth certificate, and $13 to get a death certificate. I find this interesting and fascinating. While I was waiting for my appointment, I was trying to figure out who was there for what. The babies were pretty easy. Just listen for baby noises and look for exhausted bleary-eyed parents. The deaths were also pretty easy to figure out. I wonder how long you have to wait or who can go and get them because there was no one crying or having hysterics or anything like that. perhaps it would be unseemly to display emotion in a government building...
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Busy couple o days
I got sick like yesterday at some point.
This could be due to the fact that Darren tore through SF yesterday for like 22 hours. 22 hours of drinking and generally abusing our bodies...
There are going to be big changes on the 5th floor in Brooklyn is all I am saying without really gossiping.
Darren left at like 12:30 Monday and Jenny Walty arrived at 5 pm. She is applying to grad schools while getting her family gathering on...
Then Jon and I are going to stare at each other until Mariel arrives on the 27th.
I am looking forward to xmas and having jon home for a couple of days. He was supposed to get the week between xmas and new years off but now he has some crazy deadline that he has to meet so he will not be able to take the days off. I guess it really worked out for the best that we stayed here for the holidays.
I love my family DEARLY. However, sleeping on a freezing rubber mattress for any amount of time is no fun. So I am going to sleep very late on Xmas morning and then go outside and enjoy the 60 degree weather.
I feel terrible. One side of my face feel like what elephant man looked like. The other side is dripping. I think I have a fever.
Has anyone ever wondered the difference between rye and pumpernickle bread?
This could be due to the fact that Darren tore through SF yesterday for like 22 hours. 22 hours of drinking and generally abusing our bodies...
There are going to be big changes on the 5th floor in Brooklyn is all I am saying without really gossiping.
Darren left at like 12:30 Monday and Jenny Walty arrived at 5 pm. She is applying to grad schools while getting her family gathering on...
Then Jon and I are going to stare at each other until Mariel arrives on the 27th.
I am looking forward to xmas and having jon home for a couple of days. He was supposed to get the week between xmas and new years off but now he has some crazy deadline that he has to meet so he will not be able to take the days off. I guess it really worked out for the best that we stayed here for the holidays.
I love my family DEARLY. However, sleeping on a freezing rubber mattress for any amount of time is no fun. So I am going to sleep very late on Xmas morning and then go outside and enjoy the 60 degree weather.
I feel terrible. One side of my face feel like what elephant man looked like. The other side is dripping. I think I have a fever.
Has anyone ever wondered the difference between rye and pumpernickle bread?
Monday, December 13, 2004
Congratulations Alek
Maria had a baby yesterday. Welcome Alek John, all 9lbs 10 oz and 21"of you. Maria magically passed a 15" head out of her cooter. You go girl!
However,
If we were using some trite comic book like banner it would look something like
"meanwhile across the country in san Francisco, an unsuspecting couple..."
Take in the latest technological feat of a movie, mass-cultural orgy "the incredible." Who is the voice for the father?
Then we went to eat at this lovely restaurant Azie. It was super yum. A french-asian fusion success story. Emboldened by a hearty mean and a couple of martinis. We went to the Power Exchange, this weird sex fetish club. It was like $10 to get in and there were 7 people there and most of the time I was the only woman. The place was dead so Jon and I left and got more booze and headed back hoping to see something. This was the worst sex club ever, there was no sex! There were like 4 guys there with their cocks out, masturbating. There was this display of fleshy horror of an S&M fantasy going on, it was horrifying. Surprisingly I had like a 5-minute conversation with a guy who had his cock out and was whacking off the whole time I was talking to him. Even though it sounds weird and looks weird when I read it, at the time it seemed perfectly acceptable. Like 7 of the 7 men there propositioned me to have sex with them, then they would all follow jon and I around to see if we were going to have sex so they could watch. It was like a twisted carnival, you didn't know who or what was going to be around the corner. Jon suspiciously went to the gay floor repeatedly. Hmmmmmm.
I had a headache all day today from the booze from last night.
One of the Xmas presents from me to me has been a case of wine. It arrived today and I am sipping a delicious Shiraz / Merlot blend yumster.
I take two visits to wine country and I think I am miss smarty wine know it all.
However,
If we were using some trite comic book like banner it would look something like
"meanwhile across the country in san Francisco, an unsuspecting couple..."
Take in the latest technological feat of a movie, mass-cultural orgy "the incredible." Who is the voice for the father?
Then we went to eat at this lovely restaurant Azie. It was super yum. A french-asian fusion success story. Emboldened by a hearty mean and a couple of martinis. We went to the Power Exchange, this weird sex fetish club. It was like $10 to get in and there were 7 people there and most of the time I was the only woman. The place was dead so Jon and I left and got more booze and headed back hoping to see something. This was the worst sex club ever, there was no sex! There were like 4 guys there with their cocks out, masturbating. There was this display of fleshy horror of an S&M fantasy going on, it was horrifying. Surprisingly I had like a 5-minute conversation with a guy who had his cock out and was whacking off the whole time I was talking to him. Even though it sounds weird and looks weird when I read it, at the time it seemed perfectly acceptable. Like 7 of the 7 men there propositioned me to have sex with them, then they would all follow jon and I around to see if we were going to have sex so they could watch. It was like a twisted carnival, you didn't know who or what was going to be around the corner. Jon suspiciously went to the gay floor repeatedly. Hmmmmmm.
I had a headache all day today from the booze from last night.
One of the Xmas presents from me to me has been a case of wine. It arrived today and I am sipping a delicious Shiraz / Merlot blend yumster.
I take two visits to wine country and I think I am miss smarty wine know it all.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Looking for Fair Trade
I awoke to the loudest sound in the world at 6 am.
I went out to the kitchen because I am sure that the kitties had pulled down our xmas tree.
In fact, Otis had knocked down a casserole dish and lid. There was glass EVERYWHERE. It must have sounded like the sky was falling to our downstairs neighbor.
I had a tiny (large) meltdown and after I ranted and raved and chased Otis around the house. I picked up the glass and he had broken the wrong lid! Little f*cker couldn't even break the corresponding lid! Jon was like, "kristen it is ok, we can get another one." This sent me right back into my mental mania. That is soooo not the point. It was a piece of CorningWare. The idea of that sh*t is to buy it once in your lifetime. It isn't expensive or anything like that, just something I was hoping I would never have to think about again.
Really I think the thing that kills me the most is that he broke a different lid. Like it was an intentional big F.U.
The result was the following ads on Craig's list:
Looking for Fair Trade (lower haight)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51400638@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:51PM PST
Two neutered male white cats, brothers MUST stay together.
Looking to trade for two bikes - street, hybrid, mountain - all considered.
One cat is fat, deaf, and destructive. The other is skinny and skittish. Both beautiful cats.
email for photo
AND:
Two Cats Available
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51402214@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:59PM PST
Two, male, neutered, white, cats for adoption. They are dependent brothers and must stay together.
One is fat and deaf, the other is skinny and skittish. They are 5 and 7 years old respectively.
They come with fairly recent health certificates (July 04) and fancy, sherpa, carrying-bags.
Email for photo.
I haven't gotten any responses yet. I can't tell if I would really get rid of them either. At least I know I hate them. What if someone was REALLY mean to them? If the right person came along though...
I went out to the kitchen because I am sure that the kitties had pulled down our xmas tree.
In fact, Otis had knocked down a casserole dish and lid. There was glass EVERYWHERE. It must have sounded like the sky was falling to our downstairs neighbor.
I had a tiny (large) meltdown and after I ranted and raved and chased Otis around the house. I picked up the glass and he had broken the wrong lid! Little f*cker couldn't even break the corresponding lid! Jon was like, "kristen it is ok, we can get another one." This sent me right back into my mental mania. That is soooo not the point. It was a piece of CorningWare. The idea of that sh*t is to buy it once in your lifetime. It isn't expensive or anything like that, just something I was hoping I would never have to think about again.
Really I think the thing that kills me the most is that he broke a different lid. Like it was an intentional big F.U.
The result was the following ads on Craig's list:
Looking for Fair Trade (lower haight)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51400638@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:51PM PST
Two neutered male white cats, brothers MUST stay together.
Looking to trade for two bikes - street, hybrid, mountain - all considered.
One cat is fat, deaf, and destructive. The other is skinny and skittish. Both beautiful cats.
email for photo
AND:
Two Cats Available
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reply to: anon-51402214@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-12-07, 2:59PM PST
Two, male, neutered, white, cats for adoption. They are dependent brothers and must stay together.
One is fat and deaf, the other is skinny and skittish. They are 5 and 7 years old respectively.
They come with fairly recent health certificates (July 04) and fancy, sherpa, carrying-bags.
Email for photo.
I haven't gotten any responses yet. I can't tell if I would really get rid of them either. At least I know I hate them. What if someone was REALLY mean to them? If the right person came along though...
Friday, December 03, 2004
Mortification Station
OK, I am literally about to die of embarrassment.
This morning I went for a jog with Motu, and then to the coffee shop for a latte and then walked around a little bit more and then came home.
I just came home and went to the bathroom. I went to go pull my jogging pants up and there is a huge hole in them. Right in the ass. Actually, the hole goes from the top of my veiny, cottage-cheese thighs, exposing the veritable canyon that is the crease which separates my ass from my thighs, to my ridiculous baby blue plaid underpants. If there was a less attractive part of my body I don't know what it is. I almost wish I had a tit out or something, at least those are nice...
There were all these high schools kids laughing. But I was like "kristen, don't be paranoid, the teenagers are not laughing at you." In hindsight, I could die.
Oh my god - In the park I was stretching and all the dog walkers were really gawking and I was like, "wow maybe I am not noticing a difference with the jogging but these gross dog walkers can't get enough."
Fucking Otis. If I hadn't actually witnessed my cat eating cotton, especially cotton spandex blends, I wouldn't believe it. I would think I had a large army of moths.
I could die a thousands deaths right now. I was talking to people in the park! OMG as if I need a reason to never show my face in the outside again.
I have to get rid of these cats. Motu is not destructive at all. My cats however, toss their litter and shit all over the hardwood floors. They race around the apartment and meow as loud as possible from 5:30 until Jon gets up at 7:00. The puke constantly. Not to even mention the white cat hair that is EVERYWHERE. I have to find some crazy cat lady to take them. Fortunately, they are beautiful cats I bet it wouldn't be hard to get rid of them...Any Takers?
If not I am going to wait until Sarah comes back from Korea and then give her a "welcome home" present.
This morning I went for a jog with Motu, and then to the coffee shop for a latte and then walked around a little bit more and then came home.
I just came home and went to the bathroom. I went to go pull my jogging pants up and there is a huge hole in them. Right in the ass. Actually, the hole goes from the top of my veiny, cottage-cheese thighs, exposing the veritable canyon that is the crease which separates my ass from my thighs, to my ridiculous baby blue plaid underpants. If there was a less attractive part of my body I don't know what it is. I almost wish I had a tit out or something, at least those are nice...
There were all these high schools kids laughing. But I was like "kristen, don't be paranoid, the teenagers are not laughing at you." In hindsight, I could die.
Oh my god - In the park I was stretching and all the dog walkers were really gawking and I was like, "wow maybe I am not noticing a difference with the jogging but these gross dog walkers can't get enough."
Fucking Otis. If I hadn't actually witnessed my cat eating cotton, especially cotton spandex blends, I wouldn't believe it. I would think I had a large army of moths.
I could die a thousands deaths right now. I was talking to people in the park! OMG as if I need a reason to never show my face in the outside again.
I have to get rid of these cats. Motu is not destructive at all. My cats however, toss their litter and shit all over the hardwood floors. They race around the apartment and meow as loud as possible from 5:30 until Jon gets up at 7:00. The puke constantly. Not to even mention the white cat hair that is EVERYWHERE. I have to find some crazy cat lady to take them. Fortunately, they are beautiful cats I bet it wouldn't be hard to get rid of them...Any Takers?
If not I am going to wait until Sarah comes back from Korea and then give her a "welcome home" present.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Martin Amis
"In the spiritual science of Rudolf Steiner, he describes a period of time called Kamaloka when shortly after death we review our life. During this stage we live our life backwards - we experience feelings in reverse. If we harmed someone during our life, during Kamaloka, we re-experience our interactions with others from their feeling states. Thus if we made someone feel good, we feel good. If we caused them pain, we experience the pain they felt as our own pain. The Christian concept of sin leading to suffering in Hell seems consonant with Steiner's description of kamaloka. The other Christian concept of "if you suffer on earth, your reward will be in heaven" also fits nicely. Completing the process of kamaloka returns one to a childlike state, free from sorrow, and, as a child, prepares us "to enter the kingdom of heaven."" [http://www.doyletics.com/art/taart.htm Dec.1,2004]
This is the philosophical/ spiritual premise of the very interesting book I just finished by Martin Amis. It was a little annoying at first because nothing makes sense and I was like WTF? Where is this going? Do I care?
However once you get into the flow of his writing is it actually quite persuasive. I am about as incredulous a reader as you are going to get. And after I got used to the narrative train I was "All Aboard." Even after putting the book down I am still contemplating life in reverse. Amis was able to find a novel way to talk about the holocaust, especially from the perpetrators.
No doubt this book takes patience. There are certainly some blaring inconsistencies but the idea and the skill at which you are inserted into this completely foreign time structure cannot be denied.
Amis very carefully constructs a narrator who is separate but inexorably connected to the main character. I am not sure if who this person is ever clearly defined. Is he a victim of the holocaust or an "angel" or something? I am not sure. But great little book, that really left me with an alternate perspective even if just briefly...
This is the philosophical/ spiritual premise of the very interesting book I just finished by Martin Amis. It was a little annoying at first because nothing makes sense and I was like WTF? Where is this going? Do I care?
However once you get into the flow of his writing is it actually quite persuasive. I am about as incredulous a reader as you are going to get. And after I got used to the narrative train I was "All Aboard." Even after putting the book down I am still contemplating life in reverse. Amis was able to find a novel way to talk about the holocaust, especially from the perpetrators.
No doubt this book takes patience. There are certainly some blaring inconsistencies but the idea and the skill at which you are inserted into this completely foreign time structure cannot be denied.
Amis very carefully constructs a narrator who is separate but inexorably connected to the main character. I am not sure if who this person is ever clearly defined. Is he a victim of the holocaust or an "angel" or something? I am not sure. But great little book, that really left me with an alternate perspective even if just briefly...
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