Here is Motu and his booty. Poor Puppy.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Oh Yeah.
The new Interpol album, Antics is weak. Sophmore slump is right.
Additionally, In my world of crazy, I get my groceries delivered and when I couldn't get it to go through, I cried!
When in doubt cry!
Additionally, In my world of crazy, I get my groceries delivered and when I couldn't get it to go through, I cried!
When in doubt cry!
Tender Hearted
Today was the meeting with my first internet friend. We had been emailing for a week or two, and had arranged a time for us to both get together and grab a cup of coffee. I set my alarm so I wouldn't miss the noon deadline.
I waited in the park for an hour or so. Today was a chilly, drizzly San Francisco day. Motu started to shiver after a while. So we went to Bean There and grabbed a cappuccino. I even asked the guy what the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. Answer: one has more milk!
Then I came home and as I was taking off my jacket and looking at my new shirt I put on and the stupid earrings I had put in to make myself look like less of a slob, I just started crying. Could it be possible that I was this disappointed by not meeting a stranger? Did someone I never met reject me? Is it possible that this person could tell how pathetic and desperate I was from my CL post? Even now when I think about how upset this made me I feel like more of a loser for being upset.
Ugh, emotional roller coaster that is my world.
I think I am crippled by my freedom. Sartre was right. We think we want freedom. But oh horrible free will. I am educated and smart. What is wrong with me? What am I waiting for? Why can't I make a decision and just do it?
What if I am never able to re-insert myself into the workforce? I feel like I am an outsider to society. People are defined by what they do, not who they are, or how they spend their leisure time. I am undefined.
School seems like my only option and not an option at all. I don't think I want to go back and try to reinvest myself in something that I see less and less of a point pursuing.
So what? Go and get a job in a bank for a few months?
Anybody? Help?
Currently listening to:
Sly and the Family Stone, There's a Riot Goin' On.
Currently reading:
Maya Angelou, I know why the Caged Bird Sings
Margaret Mead, Coming of Age in Samoa.
I waited in the park for an hour or so. Today was a chilly, drizzly San Francisco day. Motu started to shiver after a while. So we went to Bean There and grabbed a cappuccino. I even asked the guy what the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. Answer: one has more milk!
Then I came home and as I was taking off my jacket and looking at my new shirt I put on and the stupid earrings I had put in to make myself look like less of a slob, I just started crying. Could it be possible that I was this disappointed by not meeting a stranger? Did someone I never met reject me? Is it possible that this person could tell how pathetic and desperate I was from my CL post? Even now when I think about how upset this made me I feel like more of a loser for being upset.
Ugh, emotional roller coaster that is my world.
I think I am crippled by my freedom. Sartre was right. We think we want freedom. But oh horrible free will. I am educated and smart. What is wrong with me? What am I waiting for? Why can't I make a decision and just do it?
What if I am never able to re-insert myself into the workforce? I feel like I am an outsider to society. People are defined by what they do, not who they are, or how they spend their leisure time. I am undefined.
School seems like my only option and not an option at all. I don't think I want to go back and try to reinvest myself in something that I see less and less of a point pursuing.
So what? Go and get a job in a bank for a few months?
Anybody? Help?
Currently listening to:
Sly and the Family Stone, There's a Riot Goin' On.
Currently reading:
Maya Angelou, I know why the Caged Bird Sings
Margaret Mead, Coming of Age in Samoa.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Gross Days
Yeesh this weekend was GROSS.
I checked my email on Thursday morning and got saw an email from Matt. He and Ben were on their way up from L.A. and can they stay? They are good friends from college that we haven't seen since a mutual friend's wedding in May.
So they show up and it was totally cool. I go outside to accompany Matt on a cig break. No Smoking in the house! and after a few minutes Jon comes outside with the dog in his arms. The dog is bleeding and Jon looks like he is going to cry!
Apparently ben was rough housing with Motu and his dew claw caught on his bracelet and ripped it back. I couldn't believe how much that thing bleed!
Poor Pupula! He took it like a trooper. I think it upset Jon and I more than the dog. Jon blames Ben. But Motu loves to rough house and one of us should have said something. That is a difference between men and women. Something happens, men blame others, women blame themselves. Something about responsibility I guess. Men don't have accountability like women.
They left Saturday morning.
Sunday, all of a sudden I am sick. Aunt Flo made her arrival known fast and furious. I was out of it all day. I wonder if it is any indication that if my periods are bad now, does that mean I will have miserable pregancy (ies) or really good ones?
Then Monday I woke up feeling even worse! I was like peeing gallons out of my butt. Honestly my lower intestines must have just emptied! and i was puking green bile. There were times when I was pooping in the toilet and puking in the sink. So f*cking gross. One time, I ran into the bathroom to puke, when I got there I was like oh it must have been a false alarm and then I stood up and projectiled directly into my hair and onto the floor and all over the toilet seat cover. I wanted to die. I crawled into the bathtub. Because having a tub can cure anything, and proceed to puke into my bathwater. SO I let the water out and just laid in the tub. naked and bleeding. When I finally mustered enough strength I pulled myself into my bed my hair was a snarled mess. I looked just like that lady from Ringu, like I had been living in a well for 25 years.
Tuesday was vet day. Mind you I had not consumed any solids for 40+ hours at this point. It was unseasonably hot. The vet was further away than I had realized, so I had to rush. By the time I got there I was shaking, sweating, and feeling poorly. Dr. Sherman Wong was our vet and he was really nice. He didn't kiss Motu like his old vet in Brooklyn used to, but, he was very nice nonetheless. He started wiggling the claw back and forth. Blood started to ooze out. Even on my best day I am very bad with blood. This was not my best day. If I was sweating before. I must have just been pouring now. As the vet is pulling on Motu, he keeps asking me if I am OK. This is like when Jon was getting his massive tattoo and was under the needle for hours and he kept asking me if I was OK. I think the vet realized if he didn't leave the room he was going to have a passed out white girl to deal with. So he took Motu. Who happily went off with him, into the next room.
He came back 10 minutes later with a little booty on. Dr Wong saved the claw for me. I loved that!
Now motu is on antibiotics for the next seven days and has to keep this booty on until Friday.
After I got home from the vet. I went to meet Jon's cousin Tom, who was in town while his partner was at a conference. He is the best. I just love him and his partner. Two of the highlights of Jon's family. Is that bitchy? oh well. I went to lunch with him and immediately after eating i thought I was going to squirtle right there in Union Square! So Gross. I just clenched my anus tightly and proceeded to walk 49 miles around San Francisco.
I finally went down to fisherman's warf. I can see why the locals hate it. It is a terrible place. I think it was the first time I really saw throngs of tourists. Mostly it was cheesy t-shirts and overpriced crab cakes. However, There were all these fishing vessels out there that give private tours of the bay, i think that would be fun thing to do when my family comes out here in October.
The good thing about feeling sick is it makes you so much more appreciative of when you are feeling well. I am glad my flu thing was short because, well it was horrible, and gross.
I also went to the SF MoMa for the first time. I think I may get a membership. It is a fantastic museum. It could be less conservative. But a very cool museum nonetheless...
I checked my email on Thursday morning and got saw an email from Matt. He and Ben were on their way up from L.A. and can they stay? They are good friends from college that we haven't seen since a mutual friend's wedding in May.
So they show up and it was totally cool. I go outside to accompany Matt on a cig break. No Smoking in the house! and after a few minutes Jon comes outside with the dog in his arms. The dog is bleeding and Jon looks like he is going to cry!
Apparently ben was rough housing with Motu and his dew claw caught on his bracelet and ripped it back. I couldn't believe how much that thing bleed!
Poor Pupula! He took it like a trooper. I think it upset Jon and I more than the dog. Jon blames Ben. But Motu loves to rough house and one of us should have said something. That is a difference between men and women. Something happens, men blame others, women blame themselves. Something about responsibility I guess. Men don't have accountability like women.
They left Saturday morning.
Sunday, all of a sudden I am sick. Aunt Flo made her arrival known fast and furious. I was out of it all day. I wonder if it is any indication that if my periods are bad now, does that mean I will have miserable pregancy (ies) or really good ones?
Then Monday I woke up feeling even worse! I was like peeing gallons out of my butt. Honestly my lower intestines must have just emptied! and i was puking green bile. There were times when I was pooping in the toilet and puking in the sink. So f*cking gross. One time, I ran into the bathroom to puke, when I got there I was like oh it must have been a false alarm and then I stood up and projectiled directly into my hair and onto the floor and all over the toilet seat cover. I wanted to die. I crawled into the bathtub. Because having a tub can cure anything, and proceed to puke into my bathwater. SO I let the water out and just laid in the tub. naked and bleeding. When I finally mustered enough strength I pulled myself into my bed my hair was a snarled mess. I looked just like that lady from Ringu, like I had been living in a well for 25 years.
Tuesday was vet day. Mind you I had not consumed any solids for 40+ hours at this point. It was unseasonably hot. The vet was further away than I had realized, so I had to rush. By the time I got there I was shaking, sweating, and feeling poorly. Dr. Sherman Wong was our vet and he was really nice. He didn't kiss Motu like his old vet in Brooklyn used to, but, he was very nice nonetheless. He started wiggling the claw back and forth. Blood started to ooze out. Even on my best day I am very bad with blood. This was not my best day. If I was sweating before. I must have just been pouring now. As the vet is pulling on Motu, he keeps asking me if I am OK. This is like when Jon was getting his massive tattoo and was under the needle for hours and he kept asking me if I was OK. I think the vet realized if he didn't leave the room he was going to have a passed out white girl to deal with. So he took Motu. Who happily went off with him, into the next room.
He came back 10 minutes later with a little booty on. Dr Wong saved the claw for me. I loved that!
Now motu is on antibiotics for the next seven days and has to keep this booty on until Friday.
After I got home from the vet. I went to meet Jon's cousin Tom, who was in town while his partner was at a conference. He is the best. I just love him and his partner. Two of the highlights of Jon's family. Is that bitchy? oh well. I went to lunch with him and immediately after eating i thought I was going to squirtle right there in Union Square! So Gross. I just clenched my anus tightly and proceeded to walk 49 miles around San Francisco.
I finally went down to fisherman's warf. I can see why the locals hate it. It is a terrible place. I think it was the first time I really saw throngs of tourists. Mostly it was cheesy t-shirts and overpriced crab cakes. However, There were all these fishing vessels out there that give private tours of the bay, i think that would be fun thing to do when my family comes out here in October.
The good thing about feeling sick is it makes you so much more appreciative of when you are feeling well. I am glad my flu thing was short because, well it was horrible, and gross.
I also went to the SF MoMa for the first time. I think I may get a membership. It is a fantastic museum. It could be less conservative. But a very cool museum nonetheless...
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Tropical Storm City
Wow huh?
So there is Ivan. Who is reaking havoc on Florida. To my little cousins in Pennsacola: STAY SAFE. There was this lady on the weather chanel saying that she didn't expect to ever see her house again so she is grabbing everything. Isn't that crazy?
Then there is Jean fomulating itself down by Antigua.
Then there is tropical storm Javier on the West Coast of Mexico working its way up.
I guess nothing is going to reach us way the hell up here in San Fran.
In my search for online friends. I have rejected the two creepy people from the post from a few days ago. But I just got a potentially interesting response from a woman who lives near-by. I hope I didn't scare her away. She seemed like we would have a lot in common. I suggested that we meet at my favorite near-by coffee place, Bean There. I hope I didn't freak her out with my enthusiam. Oh well, if she scared that easy maybe it wasn't meant to be.
So Jon and I played tennis on Sunday. Today is Tuesday and everything still hurts. I developed carpel tunnels instantly, is that possible? I can barely grab a pen. Jon and I were supposed to go running yesterday. But I complained my way out of it! We have to go today though or I am nver going to be able to move again.
September is Fig month in California.
I am pretty sure that I have never had a real fig before. I never understood that the stuff in fig newtons is actually fig. Figs are delicious and it is a fun word to say. Fig Fig Fig fig fig fig fig fig. ok now I forgot what is means. wrap the fig in prosciutto
and stinky cheese and it is captain yumster!
I picked up my glasses. I think they give me the Vertigo. I wore them outside today and it gave me a tremendous headache.
Also my shipment of contacts came in. Why didn't someone tell me about daily disposable contacts before?! What a super invention! Everyday a fresh pair.
I am watching Hard Ball with that Idiot mathews. It is painful watching Kitty Kelly trying to defend her book, "the family." He is tearing her apart. It isn't that Mathews logic is that great, but he is so loud! And it is his show so he has to win. I have to say I am very curious about the book. Curious enough to walk down to the bookshop and look at it? no.
I figure on Friday I will go and look at Sims2 and see if I need to buy it. Then I will peruse this Kelly book. There is no way I could purchase that drivel. But, I will open it read a paragraph or two, however long I can look without getting dirty looks from the shop keeper.
Thurday my landlord is coming in to replace the linoleum in the kitchen. I am really nervous about it. I think because we put pictures on the wall when it is expressly forbidden in our lease to put nails in the wall. Also our downstairs neighbor, Sylvio, must have complained about us. Our lease also says that we must have 80% of the floors covered in rugs. So far we have 0% covered in rugs. We must be so loud. Between my general loudness and the dog chasing everything in the house at all hours. I think I would have murdered us by now.
ok my vertigo is gettting stronger. I am off to watch more of the weather chanel.
So there is Ivan. Who is reaking havoc on Florida. To my little cousins in Pennsacola: STAY SAFE. There was this lady on the weather chanel saying that she didn't expect to ever see her house again so she is grabbing everything. Isn't that crazy?
Then there is Jean fomulating itself down by Antigua.
Then there is tropical storm Javier on the West Coast of Mexico working its way up.
I guess nothing is going to reach us way the hell up here in San Fran.
In my search for online friends. I have rejected the two creepy people from the post from a few days ago. But I just got a potentially interesting response from a woman who lives near-by. I hope I didn't scare her away. She seemed like we would have a lot in common. I suggested that we meet at my favorite near-by coffee place, Bean There. I hope I didn't freak her out with my enthusiam. Oh well, if she scared that easy maybe it wasn't meant to be.
So Jon and I played tennis on Sunday. Today is Tuesday and everything still hurts. I developed carpel tunnels instantly, is that possible? I can barely grab a pen. Jon and I were supposed to go running yesterday. But I complained my way out of it! We have to go today though or I am nver going to be able to move again.
September is Fig month in California.
I am pretty sure that I have never had a real fig before. I never understood that the stuff in fig newtons is actually fig. Figs are delicious and it is a fun word to say. Fig Fig Fig fig fig fig fig fig. ok now I forgot what is means. wrap the fig in prosciutto
and stinky cheese and it is captain yumster!
I picked up my glasses. I think they give me the Vertigo. I wore them outside today and it gave me a tremendous headache.
Also my shipment of contacts came in. Why didn't someone tell me about daily disposable contacts before?! What a super invention! Everyday a fresh pair.
I am watching Hard Ball with that Idiot mathews. It is painful watching Kitty Kelly trying to defend her book, "the family." He is tearing her apart. It isn't that Mathews logic is that great, but he is so loud! And it is his show so he has to win. I have to say I am very curious about the book. Curious enough to walk down to the bookshop and look at it? no.
I figure on Friday I will go and look at Sims2 and see if I need to buy it. Then I will peruse this Kelly book. There is no way I could purchase that drivel. But, I will open it read a paragraph or two, however long I can look without getting dirty looks from the shop keeper.
Thurday my landlord is coming in to replace the linoleum in the kitchen. I am really nervous about it. I think because we put pictures on the wall when it is expressly forbidden in our lease to put nails in the wall. Also our downstairs neighbor, Sylvio, must have complained about us. Our lease also says that we must have 80% of the floors covered in rugs. So far we have 0% covered in rugs. We must be so loud. Between my general loudness and the dog chasing everything in the house at all hours. I think I would have murdered us by now.
ok my vertigo is gettting stronger. I am off to watch more of the weather chanel.
Monday, September 13, 2004
L@@k
Normally I don't post op/ed pieces but this guy makes too much sense to look the other way.
http://www.nationalreview.com/kerry/kerry200409131115.asp
How many times are the American People going to forget that Bush has lied repeatedly. There are no WMD's. Now there are over 1000 US Soldiers dead, why? Does anyone have an answer? Is America safer than it was before Sept 11, 2001? I think the resounding answer in no. As a country, we have never been more hated internationally.
Now that some truth appears to be coming out.
Then there is this wonderful story:
http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=F0CIY05XKT0KGCRBAEZSFEY?type=politicsNews&storyID=6224304
Apparently Florida will allow Nader on the Ballot in Florida. Hmmm isn't that interesting. In one of the most important battle states, with the presidents brother as governor what a coicidence...God they are using Hurrican Ivan as the excuse, what about 9/11 can't they work that in at all?!
http://www.nationalreview.com/kerry/kerry200409131115.asp
How many times are the American People going to forget that Bush has lied repeatedly. There are no WMD's. Now there are over 1000 US Soldiers dead, why? Does anyone have an answer? Is America safer than it was before Sept 11, 2001? I think the resounding answer in no. As a country, we have never been more hated internationally.
Now that some truth appears to be coming out.
Then there is this wonderful story:
http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml;jsessionid=F0CIY05XKT0KGCRBAEZSFEY?type=politicsNews&storyID=6224304
Apparently Florida will allow Nader on the Ballot in Florida. Hmmm isn't that interesting. In one of the most important battle states, with the presidents brother as governor what a coicidence...God they are using Hurrican Ivan as the excuse, what about 9/11 can't they work that in at all?!
It Ain’t Easy Bein’ a Ho
Oh Comcast. You caught me with your introduction to HBO and all its carnal programming. How are you not supposed to get hooked when you get 3 months free? I have grown accustomed to OZ, and Gang and Prostitution programs. Let alone the ten stations of movies you get. I guess really nine since I can’t understand HBO-L.
Just last night I watched this cool movie My Little Eye totally rad concept. It is a live stream camera reality website gone haywire. Admittedly, I never would have watched it, were it not free. Basically these 5 people are set up in a house in the middle of nowhere and there are cameras all over the house. The novelty was that the movie was shot entirely through these house cameras. So in essence, you are only able to see what the “subscribers” to the website. I guess it was shot digitally. It has the same look as 28 Days Later. Very cool concept.
The other awesome thing about HBO is there dramamentaries. Yeah I just made that word up. They are documentary style shows that play hard on the dramatic aspects of the reality. Easily my favorite has been, It Ain’t Easy Bein a Ho: Prostitutes in Atlantic City. I mean the one about Ho’s in the Bronx was also pretty cool, but this one was better. Then there is all the gang stuff. There is pt I of these gangs in Little Rock Arkansas, then the follow up 10 years later in pt II. What cool things to witness from the outside. I learned about stacking signs and gang initiation. “I done lived the hard life, now I am looking for the good life.” Said by this decade gang-member, at the ripe age of 24. No once knows how to help them get out of the gangs they know they are going to die before they see 30. It is a fact of life.
In the Mission district, of San Francisco, there are all these gangs; shootings every weekend. Latino men can’t wear red or blue in the wrong areas. They asked this old lady if she knew who’s turf she was on and she was like “hells yeah, this is the Sureños, homes! The Norteños don’t show their faces here, B.” For an interesting article see: http://www.sfexaminer.com/article/index.cfm/i/050304n_gangs
On Friday I went and picked up my new glasses. I was happy to see that they were not crazy, old lady glasses and in fact, they are sort of cool. However, when I wear them they give me vertigo. So I have not been wearing them. I am slightly concerned since I already ordered my contacts in this prescription. Maybe it is just the size or shape of the glasses that are throwing me off.
This weekend was all about the outdoors. The heat wave we have been experiencing this past week has finally given up. A low-pressure source has slip down the west coast from Alaska, good old Alaska.
So the weather has been delightful. Sunny, but briskly windy, take that sweatshirt with you but once you have been walking for a while you won’t need it.
Saturday we were off to Randall Park, aka Carrona Heights Park. I was under the impression that there was going to be a Boston terrier meet-up group. It turns out I got my dates messed up. There was not a Boston to be seen. So we did some hiking instead, fun and rewarding. What other major hub can you go hiking in and then go out for tap as? Then on Sunday we went to Buena Vista Park. What a beautiful spot; so far one of my favorites in the city. I can’t describe the wonderful smells associated with the woods and the trees. But they are wonderful. Up on top of the mountain there is a little flowerbed with a grassy knoll. There was a female Boston up there named Stella. And Motu and Stella romped around for a good time. Meanwhile Jon and I tried to make small talk with the other Boston owners. It is pretty easy to do; you just talk about the dogs and their personalities and how they interact with you. Crazy dog people love to talk about their dogs with other crazy dog people.
Then Jon and I played tennis. We got these rackets at Goodwill and I have been dying to try them out. Jon has played tennis like twice. I used to play all the time and I was on the team in High School. Ok, so that was like 10-12 years ago but still, embarrassingly enough, Jon and I were pretty evenly matched. I think he is a natural athlete and I am a natural clod. It was really fun. My arms hurt today.
I made stuffed peppers for dinner on Saturday, with some amazing California produce. I think I am still farting because of it.
Jon and I are going for a run tonight. We have stopped drinking beer during the week and we are going to run and play tennis to get us in shape. Jon ran like 2 miles and I think he was back in shape. I was purple and thought I was going to die.
For those of you on the inside I will be sending out links to my photo album for all photos that go along with this installment of high-jinx. Email me to get on the list or leave a comment.
Yeah Right…
Just last night I watched this cool movie My Little Eye totally rad concept. It is a live stream camera reality website gone haywire. Admittedly, I never would have watched it, were it not free. Basically these 5 people are set up in a house in the middle of nowhere and there are cameras all over the house. The novelty was that the movie was shot entirely through these house cameras. So in essence, you are only able to see what the “subscribers” to the website. I guess it was shot digitally. It has the same look as 28 Days Later. Very cool concept.
The other awesome thing about HBO is there dramamentaries. Yeah I just made that word up. They are documentary style shows that play hard on the dramatic aspects of the reality. Easily my favorite has been, It Ain’t Easy Bein a Ho: Prostitutes in Atlantic City. I mean the one about Ho’s in the Bronx was also pretty cool, but this one was better. Then there is all the gang stuff. There is pt I of these gangs in Little Rock Arkansas, then the follow up 10 years later in pt II. What cool things to witness from the outside. I learned about stacking signs and gang initiation. “I done lived the hard life, now I am looking for the good life.” Said by this decade gang-member, at the ripe age of 24. No once knows how to help them get out of the gangs they know they are going to die before they see 30. It is a fact of life.
In the Mission district, of San Francisco, there are all these gangs; shootings every weekend. Latino men can’t wear red or blue in the wrong areas. They asked this old lady if she knew who’s turf she was on and she was like “hells yeah, this is the Sureños, homes! The Norteños don’t show their faces here, B.” For an interesting article see: http://www.sfexaminer.com/article/index.cfm/i/050304n_gangs
On Friday I went and picked up my new glasses. I was happy to see that they were not crazy, old lady glasses and in fact, they are sort of cool. However, when I wear them they give me vertigo. So I have not been wearing them. I am slightly concerned since I already ordered my contacts in this prescription. Maybe it is just the size or shape of the glasses that are throwing me off.
This weekend was all about the outdoors. The heat wave we have been experiencing this past week has finally given up. A low-pressure source has slip down the west coast from Alaska, good old Alaska.
So the weather has been delightful. Sunny, but briskly windy, take that sweatshirt with you but once you have been walking for a while you won’t need it.
Saturday we were off to Randall Park, aka Carrona Heights Park. I was under the impression that there was going to be a Boston terrier meet-up group. It turns out I got my dates messed up. There was not a Boston to be seen. So we did some hiking instead, fun and rewarding. What other major hub can you go hiking in and then go out for tap as? Then on Sunday we went to Buena Vista Park. What a beautiful spot; so far one of my favorites in the city. I can’t describe the wonderful smells associated with the woods and the trees. But they are wonderful. Up on top of the mountain there is a little flowerbed with a grassy knoll. There was a female Boston up there named Stella. And Motu and Stella romped around for a good time. Meanwhile Jon and I tried to make small talk with the other Boston owners. It is pretty easy to do; you just talk about the dogs and their personalities and how they interact with you. Crazy dog people love to talk about their dogs with other crazy dog people.
Then Jon and I played tennis. We got these rackets at Goodwill and I have been dying to try them out. Jon has played tennis like twice. I used to play all the time and I was on the team in High School. Ok, so that was like 10-12 years ago but still, embarrassingly enough, Jon and I were pretty evenly matched. I think he is a natural athlete and I am a natural clod. It was really fun. My arms hurt today.
I made stuffed peppers for dinner on Saturday, with some amazing California produce. I think I am still farting because of it.
Jon and I are going for a run tonight. We have stopped drinking beer during the week and we are going to run and play tennis to get us in shape. Jon ran like 2 miles and I think he was back in shape. I was purple and thought I was going to die.
For those of you on the inside I will be sending out links to my photo album for all photos that go along with this installment of high-jinx. Email me to get on the list or leave a comment.
Yeah Right…
Thursday, September 09, 2004
New Lows
Yesterday I bit the bullet and posted this desperate "searching for friends" post on the San Francisco Craig's List:
Looking for someone interesting M/F - 28 (lower haight)
Reply to: anon-41868474@craigslist.orgDate: 2004-09-08, 5:23PM PDT
I feel like a loser writing this. I moved to the city about two months ago and am having a hard time meeting people. I am looking for FRIENDS only male female doesn't matter. I am in a committed relationship. I am looking for someone to hang out with during the day. Lunch, movies, coffee, hiking, beer, dog parking. whathaveyou.
Here is me: listen to all types of music: blues, hip-hop/rap, top 40/pop stuff, electronic, folk. current playlist includes, 2pac, interpol, bessie smith, tv on the radio, nina simone, frank black, broken social scene, wilco, bjork and many many more.
I love to read. I just finished the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, I hated it and I loved to hate it at the same time. Some of my fav authors are willa catha, salmon rushdie, james baldwin, gore vidal, and many more. I will read anything that seems like it is worth my time. Currently I am reading when Nietzche wept, I forgot who by and I haven't actually started it but it was recommended by someone I respect.
I love movies, silly movies, serious movies, action, indie. Just saw Hero it was easily the best movie I have seen in the theatres this year.
I love the outdoors but I am painfully white and so I have to avoid the sun. I have a little dog that runs my life, animal lovers need only apply.
I love my Mac and video games, ummm what else? I am at a bit of an impasse in my life/career/whatever, A little lost. I am prone to feeling blue.
maybe that is it...now you annoymous strangers know more about me that my family. Do we have anything in common?
Then I had a bit of a crying jag. How lame is that?
I proceeded to check my email every 3.5 seconds. Much to my dismay, there was not one response. People respond to blank posts on CL, so there were more tears.
I was messing around with my hotmail account and looked in the "junk mail" folder, there they were! There were only 2 responses. But that is 2 potential friends. this one seems to have the most potential thus far:
we sound identical. I'm 27, mellow. Fun. Sassy. like r n b.
love the beach, love outdoors. But, love the energy of the city. Am a massage
therapist and i bartend part time. Am single, hetro.. appreciate a womans
beauty.
Love to laugh, play and enjoy life for whats its worth
So where from there. I don't think I want to meet this person. I just wanted someone to want to meet me. Having friends smacks of effort.
This one, from yoothababydaddy, has slightly less potential:
hi sweetie black male san francisco 6'4 230 black hair brown eyes likes rap hip hop r&b likes the out doors and wants to get to know u a lil better
I will keep you all posted.
In other news,
Jon and I went running last night for the first time ever, together. Jon was sprinting ahead of me effortlessly. I was purple for like 3 hours afterwards. While I was running, I'll admit, I wished for death. Jon looked like he could have run for 30 miles or so, I think he was born to run. He encouraged me to keep running much longer than I would have if I was alone. I would have stopped and had a beer or laid down somewhere.
In additional, other news,
Here is a running list of the dogs my silly 30 lbs Boston Terrier has tried to bite:
A Rotweiler that couldn't have weighed an ounce under 150 lbs.
2, yes, 2 Pitbulls(yes at the same time).
A gigantic Wolfhound.
One of those dogs with the purple tongues, are they shar-peis (sp?) or chows?
Various other mixes and mutts.
Who ever heard of a dog who didn't like his butt sniffed? That is what dogs do! He tried to turn on any dog who sniffs too hard or too long.
Gee, I wonder why my dog is socially inept...hmmmm...
Looking for someone interesting M/F - 28 (lower haight)
Reply to: anon-41868474@craigslist.orgDate: 2004-09-08, 5:23PM PDT
I feel like a loser writing this. I moved to the city about two months ago and am having a hard time meeting people. I am looking for FRIENDS only male female doesn't matter. I am in a committed relationship. I am looking for someone to hang out with during the day. Lunch, movies, coffee, hiking, beer, dog parking. whathaveyou.
Here is me: listen to all types of music: blues, hip-hop/rap, top 40/pop stuff, electronic, folk. current playlist includes, 2pac, interpol, bessie smith, tv on the radio, nina simone, frank black, broken social scene, wilco, bjork and many many more.
I love to read. I just finished the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, I hated it and I loved to hate it at the same time. Some of my fav authors are willa catha, salmon rushdie, james baldwin, gore vidal, and many more. I will read anything that seems like it is worth my time. Currently I am reading when Nietzche wept, I forgot who by and I haven't actually started it but it was recommended by someone I respect.
I love movies, silly movies, serious movies, action, indie. Just saw Hero it was easily the best movie I have seen in the theatres this year.
I love the outdoors but I am painfully white and so I have to avoid the sun. I have a little dog that runs my life, animal lovers need only apply.
I love my Mac and video games, ummm what else? I am at a bit of an impasse in my life/career/whatever, A little lost. I am prone to feeling blue.
maybe that is it...now you annoymous strangers know more about me that my family. Do we have anything in common?
Then I had a bit of a crying jag. How lame is that?
I proceeded to check my email every 3.5 seconds. Much to my dismay, there was not one response. People respond to blank posts on CL, so there were more tears.
I was messing around with my hotmail account and looked in the "junk mail" folder, there they were! There were only 2 responses. But that is 2 potential friends. this one seems to have the most potential thus far:
we sound identical. I'm 27, mellow. Fun. Sassy. like r n b.
love the beach, love outdoors. But, love the energy of the city. Am a massage
therapist and i bartend part time. Am single, hetro.. appreciate a womans
beauty.
Love to laugh, play and enjoy life for whats its worth
So where from there. I don't think I want to meet this person. I just wanted someone to want to meet me. Having friends smacks of effort.
This one, from yoothababydaddy, has slightly less potential:
hi sweetie black male san francisco 6'4 230 black hair brown eyes likes rap hip hop r&b likes the out doors and wants to get to know u a lil better
I will keep you all posted.
In other news,
Jon and I went running last night for the first time ever, together. Jon was sprinting ahead of me effortlessly. I was purple for like 3 hours afterwards. While I was running, I'll admit, I wished for death. Jon looked like he could have run for 30 miles or so, I think he was born to run. He encouraged me to keep running much longer than I would have if I was alone. I would have stopped and had a beer or laid down somewhere.
In additional, other news,
Here is a running list of the dogs my silly 30 lbs Boston Terrier has tried to bite:
A Rotweiler that couldn't have weighed an ounce under 150 lbs.
2, yes, 2 Pitbulls(yes at the same time).
A gigantic Wolfhound.
One of those dogs with the purple tongues, are they shar-peis (sp?) or chows?
Various other mixes and mutts.
Who ever heard of a dog who didn't like his butt sniffed? That is what dogs do! He tried to turn on any dog who sniffs too hard or too long.
Gee, I wonder why my dog is socially inept...hmmmm...
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Who knew?
Today I went to the eye doctor.
Dr Kennedy said, "Ok if we do your ocular exam? Are you ready for it?"
I said, "What exactly do I have to be ready for?"
"Well, you may be a bit sensitive for the rest of the day. So we wouldn't dilate your pupils if you were, say, going to the beach after this."
I assured her I had no plans to go to the beach, my contacts came out and the drops were in. I was then lead around the office by different faceless people.
I was not prepared for the utter incapacitation. After I was released. I stumbled out into the unbelievably bright San Francisco sun. I couldn't look up or down or anywhere. I had to walk with my straw hat over my face. I must have looked like I was whacked out of my gourd with just the slightest slice of blue around my pupils.
Obviously, I was ravenous after all the calories burned dilating my pupils. The people in the pizza shop stared like crazy as I jammed the pizza in my yap as fast as possible. Women ushered their children around me the long way. The pizza was delicious though, Escape From New York Pizza. { 508 Castro StSan Francisco, CA 94114 Cross Street: 18th Street Phone: (415) 252-1515 } I gave them $3 and put the change in the tip jar, I have no idea how much the slice was. It actually was NY style pizza!
After the pizza, as I waited for the bus, on Castro street, I was accosted by women trying to get signatures to raise money for AIDS research. There were mentions of Bill Gates and getting paid per signature they get. I tried to explain to them I couldn't see. Before I knew it, a clipboard was in front of me and a pen was placed in my fingers. The women basically held my hand and told me at what points to sign. I could have been signing my acceptance into any cult or selling myself into bondage. They seemed nice though, I hope they were as nice as their voices sounded, and I did not in fact sign away anything I will need in the future.
Dr Kennedy said, "Ok if we do your ocular exam? Are you ready for it?"
I said, "What exactly do I have to be ready for?"
"Well, you may be a bit sensitive for the rest of the day. So we wouldn't dilate your pupils if you were, say, going to the beach after this."
I assured her I had no plans to go to the beach, my contacts came out and the drops were in. I was then lead around the office by different faceless people.
I was not prepared for the utter incapacitation. After I was released. I stumbled out into the unbelievably bright San Francisco sun. I couldn't look up or down or anywhere. I had to walk with my straw hat over my face. I must have looked like I was whacked out of my gourd with just the slightest slice of blue around my pupils.
Obviously, I was ravenous after all the calories burned dilating my pupils. The people in the pizza shop stared like crazy as I jammed the pizza in my yap as fast as possible. Women ushered their children around me the long way. The pizza was delicious though, Escape From New York Pizza. { 508 Castro StSan Francisco, CA 94114 Cross Street: 18th Street Phone: (415) 252-1515 } I gave them $3 and put the change in the tip jar, I have no idea how much the slice was. It actually was NY style pizza!
After the pizza, as I waited for the bus, on Castro street, I was accosted by women trying to get signatures to raise money for AIDS research. There were mentions of Bill Gates and getting paid per signature they get. I tried to explain to them I couldn't see. Before I knew it, a clipboard was in front of me and a pen was placed in my fingers. The women basically held my hand and told me at what points to sign. I could have been signing my acceptance into any cult or selling myself into bondage. They seemed nice though, I hope they were as nice as their voices sounded, and I did not in fact sign away anything I will need in the future.
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