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Read MoreI never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Yesterday was a profoundly bad day with a few nice bits. Virtual commiseration is strongly encouraged. It began with our extremely noisy upstairs neighbors hosting the 2004 International Clogging Competition and “Troy” Reenactment, starting sometime after I got home from work and continuing past midnight. The police were called by someone else in the building, that’s how loud it was. My sleep schedule, already precarious, was thereby screwed. I got to the Muni station to find out that no one was manning the ticket booths so I couldn’t use my transfer and had to buy a fare instead. After getting to work, I spoke with my former landlady, who informed me that there were scratches and stains on the hardwood flooring in my old studio, so I...
Read Moretrivial pursuits
Week one of the new place and new commute was nigh idyllic. Now the students are back, and springtime chugs along in its grey way toward summer. I’m swathed in polarfleece and wore a lined jacket as well as a scarf this morning. Is it really almost June? It didn’t take me long to adjust to living with a television again. Now I can spot “Stargate SG-1″ within just a few bars of the ominous score, and I’ve even seen part of “The Swan”. The former is quite enjoyable (mm, hot linguists), while the latter is painfully not. A few days ago, I started a brand-new Moleskine journal, which got me thinking about the 1000 journals project, and about keeping a handwritten journal in general. I’m much less interested in...
Read Morecoming apart
Terribly beautiful people are terrible. It’s a curse, one would say, to fit a look so closely that it’s not a trick or a photo or a sunlit glare. Blink, rub your eyes, and still in front of you is this image that cannot be denied. I don’t trust people like that. I think of shiny straight hair and skin so taut and clean, and I get the shivers, cold wind in a dark room shivers, you know the ones. “You look like someone just walked over your grave.” Inside I strum like an old guitar. All around, there is gloss. Things shine unwittingly, slick like wet paint, like saliva on the rim of a coffee mug. Rain darkens the pavement in beat beat beat or wispy mist; listening to corduroy rhythms, I can walk in puddles, not around...
Read MoreSecurity hole for OS X
If you are running Panther (OS X 10.3), read and follow these instructions right now. Apple will undoubtedly release an update for this eventually, but you should protect yourself in the interim. This Wired article has more information. Update! The brand-new Paranoid Android from the wondrous Unsanity is another option. From their website: “Note: Paranoid Android is designed to shield you from a different exploit approach than described in the recent Wired article and other sources (we do not disclose the details of the exploit method publicly, but Apple has been notified of the issue). However, it will aid you with the above mentioned exploit as well.” Let’s hope...
Read MorePetie, please see me.
My mom just sent me this, which made me laugh so hard I almost passed out. Inkbot and I watched “Me Without You” last night, which was pretty good, but not amazing. The soundtrack was definitely the best part. O, and the abject cuteness of Oliver Milburn, who reminds me of the object of an ill-fated crush during my summer at Cambridge. Yum. Memorable City Moment of the Day: an adorably off-key and jack-booted young man with a guitar serenading the Muni station with “A Boy Named Sue”.
Read Morepublished
Two copies of my first print publication arrived today. This pantoum was published in the all-women’s literary journal PMS poemmemoirstory #4: With Talons Driving into my narrowed gut, your eyes say nothing, read everything out of me. I find your whisper at my neck overwhelming. My breath, a gust out of me. Say nothing. Read everything. Out of me you take what you want; your lips are always overwhelming my breath. A gust out of me and I reach for you with talons. You take what you want. Your lips are always painful to watch when not on my body. And I reach for you with talons, with everything, but I come up empty. Painful to watch when not on my body, driving into my narrowed gut, your eyes with everything, but I come up...
Read MoreA to the Q
Time for a meta-entry. All your comments have been great; I still haven’t figured out my threaded comments and the like, so I’ll respond here: Michelle said, “Congrats on moving! What made you decide to not live alone anymore?” Well, it wasn’t so much a decision not to live alone as it was a decision to move back into the City, where I lived for one short month upon arriving in San Francisco over four and a half years ago. I enjoyed living alone tremendously, but I’m ready to share a nice flat with a good friend in my favorite place. Earl said, “But … but … but … you had mentioned that you are so happy living only a few minutes from work.” While I am no fan of commuting on the 101, I have an...
Read Morecoming home
The move was weird, but smooth. I have more to write about it, but no time right now. Forty boxes were moved into the flat’s hallway on Saturday morning, and by bedtime last night, I had unpacked 35 of them and moved the rest into my bedroom. Zen is adjusting well, although she woke me up this morning at 06:00 with a horrible puking noise, and all that racket resulted in one miniscule droplet of barf on the carpet. I don’t get it. I will not have regular net access from home until I sort out how to hook up my desktop and its peripherals with only two two-pronged outlets. Then I must contend with the fascism from Comcast, which disallows two computers in one home online at the same time. O, and our kitchen sink is not draining properly, and despite...
Read MoreNestcam
The cam was last on Friday, May 4.
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