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Neat, it’s knitters’ night here at the café. There’s a ton of people and even more yarn. Somehow the background chatter helps me to focus on writing. I like it. The contest entries are blowing me away. I am really excited to choose one from this list. There are so many good ideas here! I’ll have to decide tomorrow and get started on whichever I choose. On Friday night, the MSG and I went out to dinner at Thep Phanom with Ergazork and tyee. I was delighted by the food, but even more by the company. It’s so nice to spend a quiet evening with friends, when the conversation meanders and wriggles around and shines. And it got me thinking … I know I’ve written about this before, but the feelings have resurfaced...
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I made a curtain. I made a curtain! Yes, I’m feeling just a little bit proud of myself at the moment. It is not a perfect curtain. It is not even a nice curtain. But it is a curtain that fits my window that will hang on a curtain rod and block light from entering my room. The class wasn’t too bad. First of all, I was listening to Equinox (my iPod) as I walked to class and “Dragostea din Tei” came on unexpectedly. It made me laugh. A lot. So there I am, laughing and walking down Market, and how am I expected to continue a sense of trepidation when I’m in a gorgeous place listening to the numa numa? I survived three and a half years in Birmingham, Alabama; I could certainly handle this. So I took a deep breath, walked inside,...
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If you are ever, say, enrolled in a really frustrating curtain-sewing class, and need, say, someone to help you cut fabric because you are, let’s just go out on a limb here, slightly retarded when it comes to doing anything remotely precise with your hands, you should go to Pumpkin Seed Quilts and Textiles in San Rafael. Why, you ask? I will tell you. They are not only gracious but will generously spend a half-hour with you explaining how to use the rotary cutter and the mat and what selvage is and what inches and yards are and other things. They also do not make you feel stupid because you haven’t done it before; instead, they explain things slowly and patiently and show you first and then watch you do it and add helpful hints and don’t laugh...
Read Morepart two of my morning commute
I take the ferry most weekday mornings from San Francisco, where I live, to Marin County, where I work. This is my usual view of the downstairs level of the ferry. It’s quite cushy and I usually fall right asleep.
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This one I’ve been gearing up for, since there is so much to say. Lara and I met in college through a friend of mine, who was her roommate. This friend of mine — we’ll call her Kelley — went to summer camp with me for years and years, and were closer than sisters. I still think about her, even though when she got to college, she turned into some unrecognizable person, hanging out with frat boys and getting trashed and generally scaring me on a regular basis. So I knew Lara as “Kelley’s roommate” for most of that first semester, and apparently I wasn’t easy to get to know, which is unsurprising since I was such an antisocial FREAK in college. I mean, I wanted to get to know new people, but I also wanted to be weird...
Read Moresharing the john and jim love
I should do this more often. “This” being hanging out at the Three Dollar Bill, which is the adorable little café at the San Francisco LGBT Center. They make terrific mochas and also have free wifi. What could be better? Well, I suppose if I was getting any writing done, that could be better. Instead I am distracted by the novelty of listening to Elton John. I never listen to Elton John. Not that I am not fond of his music, although I don’t really know that I am. The simple fact that I am doing something that I don’t normally do and no one is mad at me for that or requiring any explanation is so wonderful. O, Scissor Sisters on now! Hooray! Okay, I have more love-sharing to do. John S and Jim S are up next. John S is so cool...
Read Moregang thegither
Burns Nicht ’05 was lovely. The MSG and I tasted so much wonderful whisky. I was floored by the Bowmore, each sip an insanely spiced and peaty pain. And o, dark chocolate with a sip of it is just perfect. Conversation was light and intriguing, ranging from homebrewing to renaissance faires to measuring the speed of light in furlongs and fortnights to operas to technical writing. Crism really knows how to throw a party. I’m so glad I met him. Afterwards, the MSG and I realized we hadn’t really eaten dinner, so we had a quick bite at a noodle house in the Haight called Citrus Club. I had the yellow curry noodles with tofu and peanuts, which were passable but bland. The fresh carrot and cucumber slices were the best part, still sweet and so...
Read Moresharing the meredith love
No, this is not a pr0n entry, so move along! Meredith of Amanita.net doesn’t remember how she met me, but I remember exactly how I met her: I begged her for help in converting my LiveJournal archives to Movable Type a few years ago. I was trying to do it myself, but even though I followed her simple instructions, I did not succeed. She was kind enough to do it for me … not once, but twice, when I switched back to MT after going back to LJ a second time. Yes, I am fickle when it comes to technology. Although my initial entry into Meredith’s life was less than memorable, I have followed her site ever since. She dazzles me with her openness to the world — a trait I especially cherish in other people, because I endeavor to be that open...
Read Moresharing the MSG love
Even though he didn’t request a sharing of the love, I want to tell you all how much the MSG rocks my socks. This weekend, he: Went on many EQ2 adventures with me, including but not limited to getting the serious smackdown in Stormhold. We tried again and he survived by a handful of hit points. If you care naught for games like this, you’ll be yawning and rolling your eyes, but trust me: it was the super fantastic! He also spent ages with me killing baddies so I could complete my first armor quest. Listened to me vent about something and gave helpful advice and didn’t roll his eyes, not once, even though he’s heard about this from me before … a few times. Comforted me as I burst into tears about the sewing fiasco. Introduced...
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