July 31, 2009
July 30, 2009
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July 29, 2009
July 28, 2009
July 27, 2009
July 23, 2009
Ugly face- being exahusted/being terrified of my possible death
Long story short, I'm journal-ing again, not so much an idiot as I was previously, probably going to be an idiot again and again, happy with life, and I'm no longer in a "fink", which is apparently not the appropriate use of the word. Fink is supposedly a tattle-tale in Mob terms. All I know is it was a fitting word for how I felt. More like an onomatopoeia for what I felt like.
So this week I spent not thinking. I did alot. I took time for me and I made lists and lists (and lists and lists and lists) of all the really wonderful things in my life. I realized that I am human, thus allowed a few moments of WIMS. I also realized that I am a young, highly emotional, rather stupid idealist. I like that, and hate it all at once. I try so hard to be the wizened old soul, but in truth I am a "new soul." I'm full of wonder and curiosity, I'm naive and stupid. I'm going to mess up, I'm going to fall on my face. I'm going to have moments where I look up to the sky and just scream "Why Me!?" I'm probably going to write some stupid post about how much I am feeling sorry for myself. But y'know what else I realized? That's okay. I don't actually have to be happy all the time because I am human and no one needs me to be happy ALL the time. I have every right to have an occasional pity party. And even in the "depths of despair" there's always something to laugh at. I've always known these things so maybe I didn't learn anything new, but I definitely needed a refresher's course. I can't control the people around me. I can't decide how the react to me, see me, or what they say to me. I can control me though. I can control How I react to them, and can choose how much power over me they all have.
July 19, 2009
July 17, 2009
When I was a little girl I remember the Disney channel had an afternoon programme (this was back when the Disney channel play things that didn't rot your brain and teeth) where they would play "vintage Disney" shorts. Most of these were some of the silly symphonies, or other shorts that had originally been played before the feature movies. One such one that has always stuck with me was one called "The Truth About Mother Goose." I've always loved nursery rhymes and mother goose stories, but there was something about that short that stuck with me- especially the story of "Mary, Mary, quite Contrary" (which has always been my favourite rhyme). I would dream of been an Elizabethan woman dressed in her beautiful blue gown. That dress took my breath away. I remember telling my parents all about it, replaying the scenes in my head. Every once in a while I will sit back and remember the cartoon with such delight I can barely stand it. I've tried to find releases of it on VHS or DVD, I've tried to find out the real name of the short, with no suck luck. But the beautiful colours and images made a deep and beautiful imprint on my child's memory.
Then last night I struck gold. I found a new really wonderful blog called Strawberry Lemonade. One of her posts was on finding an old Disney Record with a booklet explaining the stories on the record. it was called "Mother Goose Rhymes and Their Stories." I recognized this at once and squealed with delight (ask Bri she was laughing at how excited I was about it). Well armed with a name I hit up Google Images hoping to find some of the beautiful illustrations. And there it was. The Youtube link. They have the whole short on youtube!!! I've posted it for you to watch. Not only is it charming and adorable, There is something so darkly romantic about it all. This only covers three tales, and is a bit long, but I promise you won't regret watching it. I also found that this short opened Alice in Wonderland . And guess what? Mary's blue dress still takes my breath away! (even if they got the history a little wrong) So please to enjoy The Truth About Mother Goose!
(I promise pajama photos soon!)
July 16, 2009
Jessica went to the Bankruptcy Court to file something and got asked out by the awesome Korean guy we call Korean Joe. This guy works for the courts and handed her a note saying it was a question for the debtor but really it asked if she was available for lunch sometime. I haven't stopped laughing about it yet. She said she was really thrown off because she kept trying to figure out why he wanted to have lunch with our client, then she figured out he was asking her to have lunch and she told him she had a boyfriend and then he took the note back so "the attorney didn't get mad." We've joked around that Korean Joe likes Michael, but now it seems that he was just using Michael as a conversation starter! Best day ever!
It actually has been a really awesome day. On my way to work this morning I turned on the radio and every song that played was a good song, and no commercial breaks, and I had just enough quarters to park until there was parking in our lot, and I got everything neat and organized right away this morning and even had breakfast and coffee at home. And I slept in. All in all today has been a great success so far.
July 15, 2009
July 14, 2009
This is an ice cream seller staring at me taking pictures of myself using self-timer. Apparently he thought I was nuts because he followed me around for like fifteen minutes trying to figure out what I was doing. These were taken at Fairmont Park, a park that while lovely and somewhat picturesque, will always be remembered as that place where a few John Doe's bodies have been found in the water. This amuses me alot, though it probably shouldn't. The lighting was really neat thought and I was having fun messing with camera settings. I decided that I'm going to ask for a really nice Digital Camera for my birthday (which is one month and 10 days away) instead of the trip to Portland or the purse. I also am thinking of taking a photography class. We'll see.
When I went to get lunch from my favourite deli downtown, the girl who was behind the counter squealed when she saw me and said "Oh my goodness! you look like a bee and you're wearing bee jewelry!" It made me laugh. I guess not alot of people dress like insects. I'm going to start a trend. She drew a bee on my take-out carton with a marker. I thought it was cute.
Today I am home alone, which is really swell as I will be able to get stuff done. I'm thinking I may end up going to the new grocery store up here. I have a strange love of going to grocery stores. Speaking of food I reinstated my diet today and am trying to keep walking at least half as much as I did in San Francisco. We ended up doing the math and figured out we walked just under 60 miles the whole week. I lost 17 lbs. Go me. I've cut sugar out of my life except for the Stevia I use in my coffee, and one apple a day. So far I've lost two more lbs since I got home! Yay!
Not that this has anything to do with anything, but I have come up with a strategy to avoid heat for the rest of my life. It's like a reverse Endless Summer idea. I am going to have one home in Portland that I will live in during the Northern Hemisphere's autumn and winter. Then I will buy a house in either New Zealand or Australia for the Southern Hemisphere's Autumn and Winter. Now all I need is the funds to do this. It's been in the 100s here and I'm dying. Literally dying. My hair is dry and limp, my skin is dry, my face broke out, I can't go outdoors without getting burned. DYING! A long time ago my I was complaining about the heat and Bri told me that she expected it was hard for me since it's hard for a "wanna be Eskimo, to live in Southern California." I'm not a wannabe. I am an Eskimo. (I'm actually not joking about that. My family came from Lapland in Norway and inbred with some Eskimos. That's why I have no eyes.)
July 13, 2009
July 12, 2009
This is what I wore to visit Alcatraz and Fisherman's Wharf. I did not intentionally dress like a Gothic Lolita Sailor Girl to visit these places, but it happened. I actually really love this dress, but by Thursday I was so sick of those shoes. I own over 40 pairs of shoes. There is a very good reason for that. I get bored. I probably won't wear those shoes for months now. Alcatraz was really cool. Very spooky/creepy/intense/psychologically interesting. I highly recommend going someday and taking the audio tour. But I will warn you against the "slash-pop" noise they so delicately cover when you're in the dinning hall. We took the ferry over at nine am and left around 1:30. There was so much to see, and it was really a marvelous tour. I also decided that I could very happily live my life as a fisherman's wife, on an island, surrounded by the sea and making homemade clam chowder. I blame the revelation on Alcatraz, though there is much irony in my trip there leading me to this idyllic fantasy. Alcatraz is not somewhere I would label as idyllic, though the view is beautiful. When I told my mother this she started laughing and told me that she could totally see me living some strange Eye of the Amaryllis meets The Secret of Roan Inish life. I think this would be quite lovely and look forward to being the eccentric fisherwoman who mostly keeps to herself and her devastatingly and ruggedly handsome husband and their five children, save to go into town to hear the local gossip. I think people would think I was a witch, because I'd wear granny boots, long skirts and a shawl. Fisherman's Wharf was as fun as it always is. I love the fish market the most. If you can't tell I am a huge fan of sea food, and by sea food, I mean anything that is not sushi. Sushi is gross and disgusting. And no, Bri and Jess, I do not want to go get sushi anytime soon. Or ever for that matter. We ate lunch at Boudine and had clam chowder bread bowls, then we walked over to Ghiradeli Square to have afternoon tea at The Crown and Crumpet. Cutest place ever. I am not a huge tea fan, but I could have sat there for hours drinking that stuff and eating our little cakes. I did get tired of hearing my sister squeal about how pink everything was (her tea was even pink despite being called "Blue eyes"), but I am also not a pink person. I am however a sparkly things person and there was plenty to be had. we were supposed to go to a club that night but Jess got sick so we ended up walking down to an old fifties diner called Mel's Drive In and had burgers and shakes. Then we went back to our hotel and fell asleep very quickly.
July 8, 2009
I took almost 300 photos today. That's why I didn't post that many. The above were taken in Golden Gate Park in Shakespeare's Garden. I started to take some pictures of a very pretty wilderness area and then we started taking these pictures. The lighting was so pretty! We went to Haight-Ashbury also, which was alot of fun. I think we ended up figuring out that we walked over fifteen miles today. We had a blast, and had several strange hobo encounters, and ate Ben and Jerry's. I was really excited to go thrifting there, but all the stores were wayyyyy overpriced. even the Buffalo Exchange was over priced. I'm looking forward to the time when thrifting goes out of fashion and the prices go back to being normal. I ended up just getting a dress from AAARDVARKS. Strangely enough I had a dream about wearing this dress. This exact dress. It was so weird to see it. This is the second time this has happened now. Weird..... Mom tell Chelsea I bought the dress for the "Across the Border" party. She'll know what I'm talking about. Here's what Haight-Ashbury looked like today.