Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Lost on Supershuttle
Oh man - i'm on the Supershuttle heading to the airport and this guy has no idea where he's going! I just showed him how to turn onto Harrison St from the freeway off ramp and apparently he doesn't know how to read? When we got to Alabama St, as we were turning right in front of the sign, he asked if this was Alabama St. I'm completely car sick already from the crappy shocks.
I just showed him how to use the GPS to find the airport.
Yikes!
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Leftover from the homeless guy
Homeless people always come into this laundry mat. They sleep, ask for change, eat out of the trash... Sometimes they talk to us, sometimes they talk to themselves, and every once in a while they just talk. To no one. Or maybe to someone we just can't see. ?
One night, a homeless woman came into the laundry mat. Let's call her Betty. Betty seemed pretty harmless, but also like she was completely out of her mind. She acted sort of like she was really drunk, and sort of like she had transported here from another timezone where her drunken mind was still functioning in a room full of people. She was older, had brittle blonde hair, and was unfortunately disheveled. ...and there was something about her that I liked right away.
When she came through the laundry mat door, she looked like she was passing from the living room to the kitchen of the party to discover a whole new set of people to talk to. She said some kind of greeting to the room, and then plopped herself down in a chair and began a conversation, in the middle of which she sang a slurry song to no one. There were two other women in the laundry mat who seemed sort of amused by Betty's performance. The women were both using the machines near our homeless friend, which gave them a front row seat to her wonderfully bizarre behavior. This particular night, I happened to be on the other side of the mat.
After Betty finished her serenade, she decided it was time to do some mingling. She got up from her chair and stumbled over to one of the women and began talking - not really to the woman but sort of near her. The woman went from being entertained to being completely distressed, but seemed to not want to give Betty the impression that she was even aware of her presence. Then Betty started reaching around by the woman's stuff like she was blindly looking for something she'd put there. This made the woman crazy. While still trying to act like Betty wasn't there, her movements became quick and sharp, and when Betty's hands would almost brush over her items, the woman would do this stealth thing to move them a few inches out of reach while trying to act like she wasn't terrified. Watching these two realities converge in a moment of don't-touch-my-stuff was hilarious!
I couldn't help but think how brilliant it would be if Betty knew exactly what she was doing from the moment she walked in the door to the moment she was able to create this fascinating display of humanity.
After a few minutes of innocuously terrorizing this woman, Betty decided she was done with this room and was on the next. She turned, and stumbled right back out the door.
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Varnish
Down an alley lined with urine, varnish is a small warmly lit gallery space showing the work of Rob Reger tonight.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Black Man, White House
I'm in the alley waiting for my fish tacos. My feet are freezing because i'm wearing open toed shoes to try to show off my pedicure from the wedding, but these shoes aren't very open toed and don't actually show off my toes as well as I thought they would, so now i'm freezing for no reason.
I want to go back to Hawaii! Oh wait, I will be in like a month. : D
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Monday, February 9, 2009
My best friend's wedding!
I have never seen such a patient bride-to-be. Stacey had many last minute things she had to get done, but she did all of them with patience and grace.
I had so much fun, made some new friends, saw some old friends, and just had an all around wonderful time!
Congratulations to Stacey and Todd!!
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Supershuttle!
I'm heading to Hawaii for Stacey's wedding!! Yay!!!!!
I drove into work today to park and then grab CalTrain/bus/cab to the airport. Whatever would be the easiest. I looked up some routes before I left, but all of the options would change depending on when I arrived at the garage, so I thought I'd just wait until I got there and ask the parking guys what they would recommend. They said the Supershuttle!
I figured I needed a reservation, but I called and was picked up within about 15 minutes. It was just about the scariest ride i've ever had to the airport (scarier than the taxis in Beijing), but it was only $17! Woohoo!
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
UFC
I took Josh out to a bar for the fight tonight to celebrate his birthday - which was earlier this month. We invited some of his friends and headed to the 2nd best sports bar in the country (voted by sports illustrated in 2004) in San Leandro.
UFC is a strangely compelling sport. Not something I ever would've thought I could enjoy - but something I find myself enjoying somehow. I don't know that I would still seek it out if I didn't have a boyfriend who was an enthusiast, but who knows? It's always interesting to watch people fight. Why is that? When a fight used to break out at school, everyone would stop what they were doing and watch.
In UFC, it's a little different from a schoolyard brawl because it's organized fighting done (usually. ...er, sometimes) with a lot of respect for the sport - not just the desire to beat the hell out of someone. But, yeah... It's like watching genres battle it out, (you'd probably have to watch it to really understand what I mean) and that's strangely interesting in itself.
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UFC is a strangely compelling sport. Not something I ever would've thought I could enjoy - but something I find myself enjoying somehow. I don't know that I would still seek it out if I didn't have a boyfriend who was an enthusiast, but who knows? It's always interesting to watch people fight. Why is that? When a fight used to break out at school, everyone would stop what they were doing and watch.
In UFC, it's a little different from a schoolyard brawl because it's organized fighting done (usually. ...er, sometimes) with a lot of respect for the sport - not just the desire to beat the hell out of someone. But, yeah... It's like watching genres battle it out, (you'd probably have to watch it to really understand what I mean) and that's strangely interesting in itself.
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