Making phone calls while stuck in traffic to old friends who’ll make you laugh
Hot chocolate and a couch for two
Sitting still and watching a family of deer walk past you.
Hot baths. Lots of bubbles. No clock in sight.
Falling asleep to the sound of rain.
December 2002 Archive
Instant Cures for the Grumpy Blues:
To the meek hearted. Avert your eyes. Blood will be spilled.
FUCK IT!@
FUCK YOU!
FUCK IT ALL~!
AND YES, I KNOW THAT IN BLOGGING NETTIQUETTE, TYPING IN ALL CAPS WILL BE PERCEIVED AS SHOUTING.
FUCK IT!!
#1. TO THE PEOPLE WHO KEEP ON DUMPING THEIR SHIT ON ME INSTEAD OF CLEANING UP THEIR OWN: FUCK YOU!
#2. TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH THEIR TIME THAN TO HARASS A STRANGER: FUCK YOU!
#3. TO THE OBSCENE COMMERCIALISM OUT THERE THAT MAKES ME WANT TO AVOID THE MALLS LIKE IT WAS DUSTED WITH ANTHRAX: FUCK YOU!
#4. TO THE ASSHOLES WHO DON’T KNOW HOW TO SLOW DOWN WHEN IT’S RAINING: FUCK YOU!
#5. TO THE JERKS WHO WHINE ABOUT “NOT GETTING THEIR FULL BONUS” THIS YEAR WHEN OTHER FOLKS MIGHT BE OUT OF JOBS OR STILL DON’T HAVE HOMES: “FUCK YOU!”
#6. TO THE CONDESCENDING FOLKS WHO REFER TO ME AS “SWEETHEART”: FUCK YOU!
(flailing arms wildly for about 45 minutes until that aneurysm kicks in)
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Can I go back to bed now, please?
Lame ass Poetica Spontenaium 12.16.02
I don’t know from whence this spider came
weaving it’s skein between your heart and mine
I hardly expected it to bite me, either.
And were I careful to collect the silk
rolling it between forefinger & thumb until a proper yarn was formed
I could thread a needle to prick at our skin
and cross hatch, we together.
The Prayer of St. Francis
It’s Sunday and as usual, I’m skipping church. That, however, doesn’t mean that I don’t pray. Or that I don’t give thanks. Or that I’m far from God. In fact, I feel Him quite near most days. In this I find comfort always. Because everything is exactly as it is supposed to be and God is within each moment, both joy & pain, silliness and fury. It’s all ok.
A copy of St. Francis’ prayer, framed in gold, sits on the nightstand next to my childhood bed. He’s got a funny haircut and needs new shoes. Those were my childhood impressions of the gentle man. What else do we know about St Francis? He loved children and animals and could kick Dr. Doolittle’s ass in speaking with them. And in simple words, thoughts, and earnest meditations, he broke down what we needed to do in just a few simple lines.
Right On Time
Right on time.
A lovely evening had at the AATC Holiday party.
Hosts included Michael Hornbuckle of the 18 MMW and performers included Suz Takeda, Dennis Kim, Golda Sargento, and Elaine Chao.
A few wav files (forgive the poor quality) of performances with Dennis Kim & Elaine Chao. I feel absolutely *AWFUL* that my recording of Golda Sargento’s song “Black Bird” didn’t come out. It was divine.
File 1: Dennis
File 2: Dennis
File 3: Elaine
File 4: Elaine
File 5: Elaine
Kick Ass
A little overdue.
The November Installment of Photos of the lovely Galaxy Girls!~
BTW – It’s raining again.
Rain Mix 3
- Alphaville-Summer Rain
- Beyond The Missouri Sky – Tears Of Rain
- Billy Holiday – Stormy Weather
- Bladerunner – Vangelis – Tears In The Rain
- Armstrong – Weather Storm
- Variety Lab – London In The Rain
- Counting Crows – Rain King (Unplugged).
- Enya – Celtic Rain
- Eva Cassidy – Stormy Monday
- Jeb Roy Nichols – As The Rain
- Tori Amos – Kissing In The Rain
- Joe Satriani – Tears In The Rain
- Juliette Lewis – Come Rain Or Come Shine
- Xscape – In The Rain
- Four Tet – Everything
- Tori Amos – Famous Blue Raincoat
- The Corrs – Rain
- Night Traffic – Rain
Enjoy. Stay warm. Drive safe.
Learning to Shut Up
Some things are better left unsaid. Sometimes the disclosure of the intimate tremors within a chilled chest hurt more than holding it inside. Afterall, it’s like you’re cracking through some emotional ribs. Those ribs are there for a purpose.
They’re there to protect your heart.
I think I’m too open a person. Too direct. Too emotionally vulnerable. Too …well…my mom always knew that I was the overly sensitive one in the family and would try to shield me from conflict or distress. She succeeded sometimes, but it made me that much softer under the shell now that I’ve grown up.
I have a hard time repressing or surpressing things. At most, I’ll make a joke of it. “By the way, did you get the memo? This is where I freak out” instead of saying…”that…yeah…I want what you want. And though it scares me. Losing out on this chance … scares me more”
I’m wondering when I stopped being such a private person. I used to be shy. I used to have lots of secrets. Then again, I used to feel so much more lonely before. I’m not sure what I feel now.
Why one must not be cranky
Cranky leads to stress
Stress leads to furrowed brows
Furrowed brows leads to wrinkles
Wrinkles leads to anxiety
Anxiety leads to white hairs
White hairs lead to…not being as cute as one always should be.
I wish I was this cute again. 
Note to self, don’t let people, even the most stupid people in the world, make you cranky.
Grr.
Tomorrow is friday, right? Thank gawd.
Did you see two little Asian women walking down Valencia with crazy towels piled high on their heads, a la Badu?
Then you saw me with her.
Post massages & chilling.
I feel *much* better now.
Things to do tonight
* Say a prayer of thanks that I survived layoffs so far.
* Learn how to load film into my lomo without fucking it up
* Take a bubble bath
* Write an article or two and respond to all desperately overdue emails
* Learn how to pull off a fucking trick in BMXXXX.
I mean, it’s a game with half nekkid chicks/dudes in it running around and picking up ho’s for the local pimp as one of the first missions and I’m farking *dying*. DYING. Not cute. Not cute whatsoever.
Not like this is cute, per se, but gawddamn entertaining.
Consider the game a cross of Grand Theft Auto & any other extreme sports game involving pulling off tricks.
Public Service Announcement: East Bay Area Serial Rapist: Targets Asian Women
My coworker spotted this man in her apartment complex immediately after he had attacked his most recent victim, an Asian Woman, in the east bay a few weeks back.
Be forewarned. Suspected to have over 30 victims, all Asian/Asian American women living in the east bay and south bay have been attacked. He poses as a plumber, uses a stun gun, and then rapes his victims. Be careful. Be smart. Always act like someone else is there at your apartment with you when you answer the door.
Some more information here and here
Any information: Contact Det. Colombo SJPD SAIU 408-277-4102
I wish I could laugh at the notion of a real Detective Colombo…but I can’t right now.
Larry Spotting in Oakland.
Yes, our actor pal & blogger pal Larry is visiting us little people in the bay area this weekend.
Tonight, yes, sunday night, a few of us are going to have dinner.
Delights & fun stories to come.