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I almost forgot my password,

26 Aug

so it’s a good thing I use the same one for everything!

Too much going on to catch up.

I’ve been thinking about this article a lot.


Check Up.

20 Jan

(No, mom, contrary to the title, I have not seen a doctor or dentist… yet.)

So, my blogging has been dismal this month of January. The holidays seemed to fly by (too fast) and now here it is, January 20th. Inaguration Day. We have a new prez.

The book I was reading was Joan Didion‘s Slouching Towards Bethlehem. I can’t believe I never read her stuff as a Journalism minor (in college). It’s pretty astonishing — considering she was one of the most famous, non-fic, pseudo-journalists (by pseudo, I mean, she was a journalist, but also author and essayist) in the 50s/60s. Anyway, that’s where all the words came from. I liked reading something that made me not only think but learn new (smart) words. It inspired my friends to get me the book: 100 Words to Make You Sound Smart. I will use at least one of the words from that book in this post… it’s up to you to decide which word it is (it is NOT prez, just in case you were wondering ;)).

Now I’m reading another book I got for Christmas, Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman. Klosterman is also a non-fic kinda author. He works on columns and non-fic books, and he has a few novels floating around out there. Is he the modern day Joan? No, of course not. But he critiques and brings forward certain (hip) parts of society. There’s small things the two have in common, I’ve noticed, in their content – not their style.

Anyway, I’m not that far into the Klosterman book, but I have read the first couple of rants. So far, it’s really brusque and man-centric. 

A point he focused on in the first piece is the idea that romantic comedies are ruining a generation. We all have these ideas of what love and relationships are supposed to be like. We get these ideas from movies and music and sitcoms that exotify love and “the relationship” to a point where it is hard to get a grip on what the reality of things are. A couple that we think are “cute” or “well-suited” or whatever, according to Klosterman, are just enacting in public, what they learned from Monica Gellar and Chandler Bing on Friends. This could be true. A  few years ago, I was head-over for this one guy. When distance separated us I poured an album of  Coldplay into my head for an entire 4 months of my life. The “relationship” in my head was one like what Chris Martin sings:

“Lights will guide you home…And ingnite your bones… And I will try… to fix you…”

In actuality, the “relationship” was much different, which crushed me (twice!). I had this fantasy that because this guy was in a band — he must be the Chris to my Gwyneth. I was wrong (twice!).

So, while Klosterman puts forth a very manly take on things — I can relate — and in some ways I agree. It’s easy to agree with him on this point when you are single.

night number one in SF

1 Aug

Warning: I wrote a journal entry… sorry.

I’m here… it was quite a day, but I’ve made the leap! I now rest my head in a big ol’ city, in a big ol’ Victorian. The ceilings in my room are high, and there are boxes stacked everywhere… it’s kind of like I’m living in a small nook, between the blocks of a Jenga game.

My only complaint, thus far, is the bathroom. It is tiny. When you sit on the toilet, you can rest your chin on the sink. It’s something else. I’m used to so much room, so this is definitely an adjustment.

I walked around the neighborhood a bit, after taking half an hour to find a parking spot. I like my surroundings. Lots of people and things to look at.

I have to work tomorrow at 7 am. AND – I don’t have to leave an hour and half early to get there either! Holla!

i will miss my room mates, best friends…

5 Jul

… Granted, they will only be about 7 miles away, but it feels like they will be days away because I’m used to living within a 20 foot radius of them.

I’ve lived with the same gals (my best friends) for the past two years. We have a kickin’ apartment, in Oakland, and we have had an outstandingly wonderful stay together. And yet, it feels time to move on… to different things, places. I’m finding it all very sad. The truth is, I have no idea what I’m doing with my life but I have found an apartment in SF (“The City”) and will haul myself and my belongings across the bay August 1st. So, for nostalgia’s sake… my roomies and I try to take a “house picture” whenever we are together for some kind of an event. Here are some from the past couple years:

September, 2006

October, 2006

November, 2006

January, 2007

February, 2007

July, 2007 (plus my brother)

oh, wait, that isn’t us

July, 2008



hard times.

4 Jun

This is how I’ve been feeling for the past couple of months:

If you cannot read it, it says “At A Crossroads: Between a Rock and My Parents’ Place.” It’s a book by Kate T. Williamson. I think I need to buy it.

things from californ-i-a

22 Mar

I have lived in California for almost 7 years now. That’s the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere – and if Cali were my S.O. we would have common law marriage status.

I think Starbucks is on it’s way out. They grew too fast, I think. Their stock is down, they have to pay California baristas money and people can’t afford grande white chocolate mocha frapaccinos right now.

the (sort of) worst

18 Mar

I’ll just be blunt – life after college is not spectacular. I don’t have the job I was planning on. I have no money. I’m more uncertain than I ever was as to what I want to do (with my life).  I have no status (like I was expecting? Yeah, I guess I was expecting status.) I suppose I was thinking I would be set… to retire, like, next year.

It takes a lot for me to get excited about things, now. Which really sucks. I think I was pretty excited about things, like, a year ago. The future was unknown, but exciting. Now, the future just makes me nervous as hell. It feels pointless to make large decisions about life right now, because I have no idea where I am, or where I am going.

I haven’t been creative in months, which I really miss. I do like my job, most days. But, then, on days like yesterday, I’m forced to confront the plans I had a year ago (ran into an old college class mate, at work, in my retail uniform … last time I saw her, I was in regalia, speaking at my graduation), and it gets me all depressed about where I am.

At least, I don’t have homework.