Dolly Dingle

On Sunday I attended a truly beautiful wedding ceremony for my dear friend and her loving beau - now joined in holy matrimony. I admit, along with much of the audience, I was experiencing a strange bout of bizarre allergies, which seemed to be concentrated in my ocular region. Both proud mothers looked *nearly* as stunning as the bride.
It was a great day, all around!  And I loved their creative film clip sequence (fitting, since it was in the historic Rafael Theater!).  
It was also FABULOUS to see many lovely livejournal friends!  <3 

The day before, I had decided to trim my hair. Primping for the wedding, I guess. Yes, fine, I admit it. I had asked for some shorter bits in the front for some shape, but mainly just a trim. It's 8 inches shorter! While it looks nice, I feel like I have short hair again for the first time since the early 90's! Arg. But it does seem much healthier. That's the problem with curly hair - you cut it a little, and it springs up four times as much.  Maybe it's just me and my issues, but I am fairly certain I look like Dolly Dingle on crack.

Dolly Dingle by astridnomical

Earlier today I had one of those embarrassing moments where a woman said hi to me and I hadn't the slightest idea who she was. And then of  course I felt to awkward to say "and how do I know you?"  I later remembered and did a walk-by, where I intended to say something that would *clearly* show her definitively that I recalled our acquaintance (because I'm pretty sure I did not conceal my bewilderment), but she was talking with her husband and didn't look up, so my lame wave was lost to the air.  Maybe I should be taking vitamins or doing mental aerobics or something, I feel like I'm slipping.  I blame my commute.  

Alright, time for an episode of Game of Thrones, and then some serious ZzzZZ's.  (The small ones in there indicate the level of seriousness.)  Maybe my hair will grow a bit extra during the night.  
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Good morning. It is time to awake.

Why do I make my bed?
The reason that I made my bed this morning was not so that my room would look nice, although making the bed *does* significantly improve its appearance (considering that the bed takes up three quarters of my diminutive room). The reason that I made my bed was not that I planned to fling my clean laundry all over it so that I could sort my annoyingly challenging socks (where do sock twins disappear to?), though there was in fact much flinging. I made my bed so that I would be less likely to crawl back into it. As a preventative measure, if you will. After it is "closed," the visual cue tends to send signals to my brain that I have passed the point of no return - it's time to get moving.
I get dressed, after the bed-making mentioned above, purely to emphasize this notion that I'm "ready to start the day" to myself. If I'm in my pajamas, the likelihood that I will want to throw back the covers and scream, "to hell with it all," while flying through the air into soft and stressless bliss, is slightly greater.
So this is why I make my bed and get dressed in the morning. And by morning, in this particular instance, I mean 12:37pm. But that's besides the point (and incredibly late for me!). This is one of my favorite scenes from the movie "Orlando," in which the Lord Orlando is inexplicably sleeping for days on end. And it is also an example of how I would not like to be woken up!

During the work-week I get up at 5:47am. My alarm is usually set for 5:35am and then I snooze until it becomes more dire that I arise. I drive to work for about an hour and fifteen minutes, and this is my "thinking" time - when I plan my day, when I have bouts of creativity, and when I sing at the top of my lungs (well, perhaps there is slightly less "thinking" involved in that portion). It is sometimes still foggy, sometimes the sun is glistening on the reservoir alongside the freeway. Sometimes I feel the urge to take down notes when I finally park for work, to remember all the mental ramblings that have transpired en-route. Though the commute can definitely be a pain, at times it is exactly what I need.
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30-Day meme, Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail

I'm not going about this in consecutive entries, because I tend to only post once a month or so (if that). But I am loving reading other people's entries, and I *love* answering useless trivia questions about myself. So I'll keep it up, for the time being!

Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail

Well I have to admit, my first love is steamy, hot, invigorating, and always there for me. Yes, you guessed it: coffee. My first and always.
Our affair started early, when my mom or other relatives would let me take sips of their coffee as a wee one - and eventually started pouring me my own little cup (perhaps I could have been a foot taller...). The ratio of milk to coffee started out predominantly milk, but over time it grew to the perfect concoction that I now drink daily. Notable events in the timeline of our relationship are:
- drinking a "Suicide" (I think it was 6 shots of espresso in a cup of coffee) from Plantation Cafe every morning on my way to high school
- getting crappy 7/11 coffee (French Vanilla, even) on my way to community college
- trying popcorn in my coffee while extremely bored at work at the movie theater one day (I was ridiculed for weeks. it wasn't really very good, as you can imagine).
- unlimited access to all the coffee I could drink while working at Torrefazzione Italia cafe (ahhh, I get shivers all over when I think about the lattes I used to make there...). We were able to take home 2 lbs. of their amazing coffee beans per week. Pure heaven!
- reading books about how to make the PERFECT espresso drink, and (firstly) how to achieve the PERFECT shot of espresso
- learning how to make the classic "hearts" in the foam and espresso
Coffee is something I never get bored of. Even a bad cup is better than no cup. It helps you get through your day in a better mood, and can keep you up if you have fun plans but are falling asleep. (An aside: I NEVER drink coffee after 5pm) And in Swedish (your trivia for the day), going for coffee with your friends is called "Fika" and implies socializing with a warm cup and yummy treats. What could be better?! I'm in love.
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oh joy, we welcome back insanity

In honor of my decision NOT to delete my LiveJournal (but instead go back and do some "weeding"), thanks to some advice and, ahem, mild prodding - I give you two "gems" from 2003 that I discovered during a walk down memory lane. Good lord, I thank anyone who has the patience to put up with me!


My Neighbor's Cat Is A Spy

[01 Aug 2003|07:40pm]
[ mood | thirsty ]
[ music | wz- grease paint and monkey brains]


"Mr. Fizzle"

1.Whenever I come home the feline in question appears at the windowsill as I pass the neighbor's house. This kind of behavior marks a carefully perfected study of my comings-and-goings and a not-so-subtle application thereof.

2. It does not readily respond when its name is called. This indicates that "Mr. Fizzle" is in fact an alibi and that the secret agent cat has not yet perfected an immediate reaction to this false title. He (although even "his" gender may in fact be part of the guise...) will, from this point on, be referred to as "Agent Meow".

3. On the afternoon of July the 15th of 2003, when returning from watering the plants outside my apartment, (and having left the door slightly ajar) Agent Meow was discovered conducting an active interrogation of the stuffed animal (of the gray tabby cat variety) that resides on my bed. When I inquired as to his intentions he promptly bolted out the door so as to escape an inevitable security breech.

4. Another behavioral characteristic that brings Agent Meow's identity into question is the uninhibited way that he offers his belly for pettings. As cat lovers well know, it is very rare for a feline to present itself in a position of such vulnerability. This is why it is obvious that these seemingly trusting advances have been carefully designed to gain access to my place of residence at will, as opposed to genuine show of affection.

These statements made, one can readily conclude that "Mr. Fizzle" is in fact a spy. The ultimate question remains- who does he work for?


(oops - I didn't copy the date)
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furry tails are cute

I had a strange dream. It was actually rather enjoyable, but that in itself is probably horrifying. 
I got some coffee and started walking down this street until I got to a house that had an overgrown herb-garden and a bunch of wind chimes. I knocked on the door and a hippie woman in a long flowing dress took me to the back room. It turned out she was a new-age doctor of some sort, and after a bit of prodding she informed me that I was pregnant. With a squirrel. The odd part is that this made me really happy. I was thinking to myself how cute squirrels were and how easy the birth itself would be because of the size of the "baby". She was smiling at me and then I got up and let myself out and started to walk home. I saw little black and gray squirrels running up tree trunks and was thinking to myself that soon I would have one of my own.
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Maybe I should be yours, maybe you should be mine

Some day I want to try to play the saw. And dress up like Anna Ternheim in this video... At the same time.

Today the rain is splattering all over the city and the highlight of my day was clipping the cats' nails (the ones I've been cat-sitting). Cat lady! Cat lady! It wasn't as traumatic as I was expecting, and they don't seem to hate me, so all is well.
I've been restoring old photos of Peter's mom for his family so they can use them at her funeral service; the photos are pretty scratched up and I'm adjusting the coloring a bit. Also working on souping up my resume! Wait, is that really how you apply the word "souping" in a written context? It looks odd written out. Anyway, it's getting there. Soupy, that is.

Now I want to curl up and watch some shows online; what is everyone watching these days? Suggestions? If yes, can I find it online or on netflix? I don't get any TV channels, unless you count the cat's tail hanging in front of the screen.

Or I might pop over to see my friend's friend's '80s cover band play...hmmm, it's a toss up.

Well anyway, here's another video by Anna TernheimCollapse )...I love her voice...
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I <3!

I either want to jump in and play with them, or put on a sparkley tutu and spin around like a mechanized ballerina on a jewelry box!
I bought their CD while I was in Sweden and I love it!

Bullet-point bulletin

The past few weeks, in bullet form:
  • Witnessed the kids I babysit (well, heard the girl proposition) discussing the stereotypical "you can touch mine if I can touch yours."  Eek!  I was changing the little one's diaper when she ran up and said it, making a grab for his little, well, you get the idea.  I took her aside and did the whole "they call them privates because they are PRIVATE - only you can touch them...(etc.)" thing, to which she replies, "But he likes it!"  Ha!  I told the parents and they laughed and said they'd talk to them.  
  • Got bitten by the other kid I nanny, leaving a really dark ugly mark...  Fun times. 
  • Bruised myself flying like superman and leaping off a play-structure to slide down a fireman's pole.  It was worth it -- all the parents and nannies in the park looked like I'd just flashed them or something.
  • Printed over 200 pages by hand (letterpress) for a friend's book that she was selling, and helped another friend glue and put together another series of books.
  • Went out for drinks with my cousin who was visiting SF; we listened to live Celtic music and bitched about our moms.  It was awesome!  Then she complained about and pined over, alternately, her ex boyfriend.  For over an hour.  Not so awesome.  At one point I spaced out and was just nodding but then she caught on and started nodding and smiling at me like I was in trouble.  I was pretty tipsy at this point, but managed to make up some cliche about ex boyfriends and she bought it.  Usually I am a *very* good listener, but she's only just turned 21 and she's talking like "she'll never love again" and if I didn't want to come across as an old lady I would have said what I was thinking: She really hasn't had that much experience yet and I'm sure she'll get over it in a few months.
  • Edited Peter's incredibly long History paper...which involved staying up until 2am...I have another one to look at this Thursday...
  • Played the piano a lot, including making up an odd song about a farm girl.  Haven't come up with the last stanza/verse yet - her sister comes running and leads her out behind the big barn and down by the creek and I am not sure if they find a dead body or see the first flowers of spring and pick them.  Peter said they should see a dead body and then shrug and pick the first flowers of spring, but that doesn't strike me as quite right...
  • Went to a Street Fair with my mom, where she made me "help her" choose between five equally hideous vests.  She chose the one that looked like embroidered cat vomit.  I didn't tell her that.
  • Enjoyed the shock on my cousin's face as we watched Bay to Breakers for a while.  Wow, there were a lot of hairy old naked crotches.  Sorry, it was just a striking fact.  There was a cute little gopher that kept peeking up from his burrow briefly, and then popping back down.  I like to think he was peeking up thinking, "Is it safe?  No more crotches?  AHH!  It never ends!"  We then went to the CA Academy of Sciences and had a lot of fun in the rainforest, etc.  It's a beautiful building. 
  • Went for two weeks without light in our bathroom!  The lightbulb burned out and we've both been to busy to go get one (I've been working SO much) so first we were using candles, then a flashlight that screws open to become a little lantern.  Then I BOUGHT a lightbulb, but the ceiling is so high that we didn't put it in right away.  My brother came up for dinner and we had him do it since he's 6'4" and that's your job if you're that tall.  Honestly, I was kinda wondering how long we could go without lights.  We could probably save a lot of money that way.
  • Went to the Stanford PowWow and ate lots of frybread.  Yum!!  I also got some pretty beads that I'll do something with eventually.
Well I'm looking forward to this summer.  Hopefully my schedule will settle down a bit in the next few weeks ~ the families that I nanny for are SO flaky and they cancel all the time or call the night-of and ask if I can babysit for this or that...  I've been working days where I go to one family at 8am, home for lunch, and then the other family until 11pm.  NOT ideal, but then I have then benefit of a string of days off in a row some other times...  I'm still weighing whether or not this nannying this is working for me.  It is for now, but I'm not sure if I will want to keep doing it for much more than a couple months.  It's so draining just keeping track of where to be at what times!  But in theory (not yet in practice...) it will allow me more time to work on art and music projects.  And see friends!

Off to bed now, yay!

lights OUT!

The candles are at the ready and I'm about to turn off all the lights for Earth Hour 2009!  I'm curious to see if lots of people in my neighborhood, or in general, are doing the same.  It's kinda fun, like getting ready for a voluntary power outage...  I wish I had some oil for my little lamp.  Or even better, one of those little candle-holder things with a handle like in the old days...what are those called?  Alright, gotta go find some matches!
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Writer's Block: Fearsome

The boogeyman, global thermonuclear war, being forced to eat broccoli—there's a lot to be afraid of when you're a kid. What was your biggest childhood fear?

I tried to find a picture to illustrate this (which was, in itself, a scary process), but try to imagine it since I couldn't find one that did it justice:
When I was little, my mom had a vintage doll that stood on her dresser top, forever staring ~ she had slightly yellowish skin, tiny protruding teeth, chipped painted red nails, and human hair.  She wore a faded dress and pinafore and stood, with the aid of a metal stand, with her head slightly tiled and her arms outstretched. 
I was so terrified of the doll that every time I went into my parent's room, I had to maintain constant eye contact with it to make sure it didn't pounce on me when I looked away.  I also tried to pretend I thought it was cute so that it wouldn't despise me and shred my face (with it's tiny, sharp, red nails) in my sleep.  I once had a nightmare that the doll was living inside the wall and would scratch and scratch to escape...

Anyway, while I was in Paris (January 6-9th) we went to a Musee du Poupee, Doll Museum, out of some sick fascination.  It was definitely creepy!  When describing it to his cousin, I said, "some were surprisingly cute, but most of them looked like they want to eat your soul."

Update on the crapiest month ever

(Stole this heading fromzimbra1006 because it's just so fitting) 
Guess it's actually a new month, but this one isn't looking promising either.
  • I am now technically unemployed, seeing as the studio where I have been teaching art classes for about 5 years was closed down on January 30th.  My crap-tastic boss sent me an email to inform me of this fun fact while I was in Sweden.  I know I'll find a new job eventually, but I feel like since I graduated last year I should be finding a *good* job, and from what it looks like at this point I seem under-qualified for just about everything.
  • Still not feeling like doing much other than sitting on the couch and occasionally reading.  Feeling really out-of-it and blue.
  • I have gotten six parking tickets in the last three weeks because my mom refuses to register the car in my name so that I can get a placard permitting me to park in my neighborhood for more than 2 hours.
  • The mom of the kids that I nanny for is getting increasingly condescending!  She tried to pay me five dollars less than our agreed-upon hourly wage and got really bitchy when I tactfully corrected her.  Here's the conversation, since I find it so amusing (in a disturbing way).  Keep in mind that her son has special needs and cannot hold himself upright on his own.
Conversation with kids' mom:  (I'll call her SC for SCary lady)
ME: Actually I think that we agreed on X per hour, if I'm not mistaken?  I can forward you the email where we talked about it if you'd like.
SC: (Scowling) No, no, that's not necessary, it's just that childcare is really expensive.  Our old babysitter (who was a teenager) is a lot cheaper.  (Long pause)  You know what, I need you to clean the house more if this is what I'm paying you. 
ME: Oh, ok...sure.  I can definitely do more to tidy up while the kids are napping or...
SC: Well I know you've been tidying up, but I mean cleaning.  Like what I really liked about our old babysitter is that she would really clean and take on little odd-jobs around the house, like one time I came home and she had re-organized all my tupperware...stuff like that. 
ME: (Momentary silent stare) I guess that depends on the level of engagement that you want me to have with your children.
SC: You know what I mean, like when they're watching a movie or playing alone with each other.  I know there's probably down time, our old babysitter would sometimes read a magazine or something...
ME: Oh, no - when I'm babysitting I don't read or talk on the phone or any of that, I am talking and interacting with the kids and making sure that they are safe, happy, and mentally stimulated.  I want it to be fun for them when I come over...
SC: No, they definitely love you - they get jealous when one of them gets to have you to himself and the other is at school or napping, but I just think you can still do more real cleaning.
ME: Alright, I can understand that.  I'll make more of an effort in the future.  (Forced smile)

I do some housekeeping, for sure - I do the dishes after I make the kids dinner, and I clean up all the toys and tidy the living room when the kids go to bed.  I think she was just bitching because she felt dumb for trying to pay me less, out of the blue. 
If her little boy falls over, he can't get back up!  He has a really soft little voice and if he's calling me and I'm in the other room, I might not hear him for a while.  The very idea of it is sickening; she'd really rather her tupperware gets organized than her kids be engaged and learning and having fun?  I really like the kids, and they do seem to really like me, but I think I need a new family to nanny for (temporarily) while I look for full-time employment.

Anyway, there are fun things going on too, and I'm trying to keep a positive outlook.  I know it will get easier and I'll find a job that I like and look back on this time as "the dark days of way-back-when," but I just wish it would be in retrospect sooner rather than later.  ;)

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