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5 Jan

I’ve considered deleting this blog altogether, but it is such a nice, healthy outlet. It’s funny how that parallels my feelings about therapy. Lately, I’ve been considering stopping my weekly runs to see a therapist; but have yet to pull the plug because it’s a positive, mindful place to be. Also, I feel like if I stop going, I’m going to regret it and be screwed into dealing with my anxiety and over-thinking by myself.

Anyway, I digress. Lately, I’ve been thinking about  Starting a Podcast. Podcasting is to radio as blogging is to the opinions page in the newspaper. It’s totally grassroot, mostly free and you can do/say whatever you want. Since I’ve been thinking about starting a podcast, this is what I would talk about in my podcast this week:

The story is these five baby girls were born in 1934, and were the first recorded occurrence of quintuplets surviving infancy. The Canadian government took guardianship of the quints shortly after their birth, claiming their parents unfit to care for the five babies. The government built “Quintland” across the street from the girls’ family home and made the everyday lives of the infants/babies/young adults into a tourist attraction. There were souvenirs and viewing areas at Quintland. The girls were surrounded by scientists, doctors, nurses and the curious public FOR YEARS! At one point, Quintland was more trafficked than Niagara Falls. So basically – the Canadian government profited from their lives. After many years, and a custody battle, the girls were released back to their parents, where they claimed their father sexually abused them (though, later in life, they disputed these allegations). They all moved out of the home at 18 and 2/5 died in early adulthood – one from a stroke and one from a seizure. Another passed away in her 60s from cancer. There are only 2 remaining sisters alive and NO ONE HAS MADE A MOVIE ABOUT THIS! There were a couple television movies from what I can gather, and maybe an old movie, but HELLO! We need to hear/see this story!

  • Nootropics – what are they? do they work?
  • Why am I obsessed with song? FLO RIDA
  • I went antique shopping over the holidays – searching for Christmas presents. It got me thinking about the massive amount of things in the world. So many THINGS. And I love things, but where do they go and what happens to these things. I’m also reading a book, The Hare with the Amber Eyes by Edmund De Waal, which discusses this a bit so far. What is my role in things? Do things have to be tied to consumerism?
  • Upcoming vacation in Hawaii with my sister, who is in Afghanistan right now
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Helping me, help myself

4 Apr

After a series of unfortunate events – I have decided to get organized. I’m starting with what I know – lists. I have started keeping several notebooks.

#1

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Budget book. I am actually going to keep track of my money and where it is going. In the past, my expenses have been minimal, so I was able to track $ without actually logging it. This is not the case anymore. Hence, the book. Towards the end of the mini-spiral, I keep a wish list.

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#2

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“Culture” book. A simple moleskine notebook, with three tabs = everything I should read/see/listen to. I created tabs for “BOOKS,” “MUSIC,” and “MOVIES” and I have used this book everyday for the past few weeks. It’s really handy.

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Of course, I’m still listing short-term and long-term goals (lest I forget!). And this weekend … I’m tackling the filing box that I haven’t touched since the summer. It’s time to help me help myself!!!!

I basically got a ’64 Convertible to Light Blue…

30 Dec

Santa was good to me this year. I am now iPoding and Pleather jacketing it.

this is a shot of both the fore-mentioned... in all their amazingness.

this is a shot of both the fore-mentioned... in all their amazingness.

Famous

30 Oct

Last night I was reminded of how famous I am. I often glitz (!) around The Castro, and a few months ago, I happened to catch Sean Penn filming a couple scenes for -what was then an upcoming film- Milk. I was star-struck. The studio campaign office for the film about Harvey Milk (a gay SF city official, unofficial Mayor of The Castro, who was murdered in city hall in the 70s) was right next to my friend’s apartment. So pretty much, as I see it, I’m in the movie. Last night was the premier of the film at The Castro Street Theater.  I’m talkin’ lots of limos, lights, cameras, Hollywood elite. A block away from where I was standing. Honestly, I’m shocked I wasn’t invited. Whatever.

I was sitting a block down to the left eatting dinner.

 So also, about fame, and famous people… Forbes’ Top-Earning Dead Celebrities List was released today… they are:

#1 Elvis Presely

Dead Elvis Presley earned more than alive Madonna and Justin Timberlake.

#2 Charles Schulz

Of Peanuts, the cartoon.

#3 Heath Ledger

Sad.

#4 Albert Einstien

#5 Aaron Spelling

#6 Dr. Seuss

#7 John Lennon

#8 Andy Warhol

#9 Marilyn Monroe

#10 Steve McQueen

for the rest of ’em, go here.

The other day

27 Oct

I was at work, doin’ my thing. I get pretty involved in whatever task I may be working on… and I was interupted by an old man, who needed some help finding an item in our store. After I had helped him hunt down a cat carrier for a bottle of wine shaped like a cat, he said he had a theory about life, and he thought I encompassed it. He handed me a card that read:

“Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.” – James Tuoto

Pic via Danger mcJANE.

That’s a true story.

digs

21 Oct

This is my apartment building. It’s small … just six units. The tree out front has a really strong smell. The scent reminds me of something (somewhere) from my past, but I have yet to place it. I love that my building has a fire escape. I’ve always wanted one, mostly for the “stoop” aspect. Every musical set in a city makes use of the fire escape. When I look outside, I like to imagine the characters from RENT or FAME doing numbers on my iron-barred porch.

I’m a year older now.

6 Oct

My birthday was this past weekend. I’m now 23.

This is my fortune from a cookie I got after dining at Mongolian BBQ:

A chance meeting with a stranger may soon change your life.

And my Tarot Year is a 6 – which is the Lovers Year.

I’m sensing a theme here.

I better be in love by this time next year.