see you later
a wise journaler once said, “never post anything while you are half-asleep or half-drunk.” or was that just me, just now. well, damn. listen, i meant to tally the votes on my reprise and record it before i skipped town but that doesn’t look like that’s going to happen, seeing as i’m supposed to be waking up in three hours for the airport. mmhmm. i also meant to catch up on my email before leaving. riiiiight. i’m lucky i got packed, at the rate i was going … so this is not goodbye, but see you later. good health and good memories!
Read Morejumble
as stef mentioned, there have been some improvements to the ‘stedcam chat experience. (thanks, darius!) the next chat will be on tuesday, 9 january; i hope to see you and your holiday stories there! speaking of the ‘stedcam, chris was over last night and that can only lead to goofy pictures. i mean, we sit around making each other laugh by saying, “that is some wack-ass shit, yo.” over and over. it’s great. it’s really like having a little brother. i have to pick everything up off the library floor because the cleaners are coming over the holidays. i’m a teensy bit annoyed at the fact that 99% of the people who actually use the library just picked up under their own desks and then left early for vacation and didn’t...
Read Moregirls, food, and me
three of my favorite things. heh. i took my lunch-break late yesterday and wandered over to the embarcadero center to meet the sentimental curmudgeon for coffee. the city was trying extra-hard to charm me on the walk over: streetcorner christmas carols on steel drums, brass letters of street-names embedded into the sidewalk under my feet, diagonal crossings allowed at one-way intersections. i was in a great mood by the time i arrived at the café, and it only improved by chatting with curmudgeon. an hour went by so fast! she is so charming and animated and articulate; i can’t wait to hang out with her again. right after work i meandered through the rush-hour pedestrians to the MUNI light rail to the inner sunset. malice treated me to dinner at...
Read Moreoutlook: rosy
palm reading courtesy of yahoo! astrology: You have a good imagination, and often exhibit sensitivity to others. You may have trouble concentrating or focusing your attention, especially under stress. At times, you may tend to be overly sensitive to criticism. You can be excessively cautious or narrow in your outlook unless you receive the right kind of encouragement. You have so many interests that you may have trouble deciding which ones to pursue. You are a warm hearted person, with much love to give. There may be times in your life when you give in to feelings of sadness or depression. You are likely to make decisions based on intuition or feelings rather than intellect. You do have the capability to detach yourself emotionally and look at situations...
Read Morea song for my dear
from “the jerk” (1979, directed by carl reiner): I’m picking out a thermos for you. Not an ordinary thermos for you. But the extra best thermos that you can buy, With vinyl and stripes and a cup built right in! I’m picking out a thermos for you, And maybe a barometer too, And what else can I buy so on me you’ll rely, A rear end thermometer too.
Read Morejinx
it’s not even lunchtime and i’ve jinxed and been jinxed already today. for those of you not familiar with this venerable practice, you can jinx someone when s/he says something at the very same time you say it. (singing along to the radio doesn’t count.) the first to proclaim, “jinx!” is the jinxer; the other is the jinxee. the jinxee cannot speak until the jinxer has spoken the jinxee’s name. some rules require the jinxee’s full, meaning first-middle-last, name to be said aloud, and other rules require only the first and last. i think it depends on your level of cruelty. optional rules include the addition of “buy me a coke!” which has either been used as a jinx-breaker (jinxee buys the jinxer a coke to break...
Read Morethere go my work breaks
well, it’s not like i had a hell of a lot of time to chat from work anyway. but still! damn. “As of December 29, 2000, Bantu is discontinuing all free consumer services currently available at www.bantu.com including instant messaging, e-mail, calendar, postings and groups. Your account will be automatically deactivated on this date. As a courtesy to our users, we will forward your @bantu.com e-mail through January 31st, 2001. Bantu Instant Messaging will continue to be available to our corporate partners as a business service.”
Read Moreoops i’m not so sure i want to do it again
the first round of requests for my reprise was brutal. the three nominations that were seconded are: “genie in a bottle” by christina aguilera “my heart will go on (theme to ‘titanic’)” by celine dion “who let the dogs out” by baha men you can, of course, still nominate songs, but the song with the most votes by this thursday wins. hurry, or i won’t get to give you my present before christmas!
Read Moretimewarp: last friday
despite the incredible tales of debauchery involving my coworkers i didn’t go to my employer’s holiday party on friday night. instead, as soon as i got out of work an hour early, i meandered to MUNI and took the light rail to the caltrain station. the caltrain and i are friendly acquaintances, having met only once over a year ago on a trip back to the city from palo alto. my recent train entry was a direct result of me pondering caltrain, and i wasn’t disappointed. well, nothing that interesting happened, but i enjoyed the forty-five minute trip south. i sat on the upper level, which only has single seats next to a slender walkway on either side of the car, and looked out the window. about halfway down the peninsula, a man sat directly behind me...
Read Moreself-evident
since my parents split when i was eleven, i spent a good part of each holiday traveling. at the start, i only took amtrak trains, which traveled directly between erie, pennsylvania (my dad) and chicago, illinois (my mom). the in-between-ness of the trip would leave me in a sort of persona limbo; i hadn’t yet figured out who i was independent of who my parents were. so i would pretend to be someone else. at first, this manifested itself in only thinking about things on the train i wouldn’t allow myself to think about elsewhere. since i was such a devout catholic, the thinking was usually done about sins people commit, why they do so, what happens to them, to their victims, when they do. (sociology 101. always my father’s daughter.) later, when i...
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