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This is feminism at its best, baby

So I guess Drew and I could be watching any one of the movies we’ve got waiting for us (Winter’s Bone, Rabbit Hole, The Fighter, or even Going the Distance) but instead we find ourselves making a big pot of coffee and channel surfing, and landing on the Miss America pageant.

Miss America should not be confused with Miss USA.  Miss USA is the Donald Trump organization which came under fire last year for using photos of the competitors wearing nothing but paint.  Miss America is the scholarship program, which includes a talent portion.  (Thanks, Google.)

The talent portion tonight included such gems as a ballet dance to Michael Jackson’s “The Way You Make Me Feel” which appeared to be cribbed from the movie Centerstage, Irish dancing to the Riverdance finale, and a bunch of girls singing medium-well.  But the best talent, hands down, belonged to Miss Arkansas, who did a ventriloquism act with two dummies, singing “I Want To Be A Cowboy Sweetheart.”  Gold.  She yodeled while throwing her voice!  Or threw her voice while yodeling.  You know what I mean!  It was actually pretty impressive.

Later they moved on to showing and naming all the previous Miss Americas they could find, from the 1940s on.  All the women stood on the stage and one cameraman ran around filming all of them in order.  The women kind of all looked like substitute teachers, at least until we got into the ’90s.

Here are some interesting facts about Miss America:

– The first Miss America pageant was on Sept 7, 1921, at Atlantic City.  At this point it was just a 2-day beauty competition.

– In 1935, Talent was added to the competition. At the time, non-white women were barred from competing, a restriction that was codified in the pageant’s “Rule number seven,” which stated that “contestants must be of good health and of the white race.”

– No African American women participated until 1970, and until at least 1940, contestants were required to complete a biological questionnaire tracing their ancestry.  Vanessa Williams was the first African-American Miss America (1984).

– For some reason, contestants in Miss America pick really fugly evening gowns.  I can’t figure out why.

Other highlights of the evening’s program: seeing Miss New York hike her evening gown up around her hips and sprint across the stage to change for Talent; watching the chick who was hosting chase down contestants and shove her microphone into their faces, only to have them answer, “Sorry, I didn’t hear the question!” and bolt into the trailer to change; getting a sly wink from the 1952 Miss America.

A good solid two hours of entertainment, although I think Miss USA is a better production, and I wish that Miss New York had at least made it into the Talent portion, because I’m 80% sure her talent was going to be stripping, based on the costume she was wearing.

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Awesome Being a girl cars Family Religion

Attitude of gratitude

This morning before work, I drive down to Redwood City to pick up sub paperwork and the forms to take to my 9:00 am fingerprinting appointment.  So I get to the school, park, go inside the office for, like, 8 minutes, and when I come back out, my car will not start.  Like, it doesn’t even make any noise when I turn the key.  What??  So I call Drew’s dad and tell him what’s up, and he says that it sounds like a dead battery and that he’ll come down.

So I sit in the car and fill out my paperwork, and then I read a little bit (Six Suspects by Vikas Swarup, who also wrote Slumdog Millionaire), and the sun is out and it’s not too bad.  I do have to go back into the office and ask if I can reschedule my fingerprinting, as there’s no way I’m getting there by 9:00.  But they say to just come on over whenever.  Occasionally I turn the key in the ignition and see if it’ll start.

Drew’s dad shows up a little after 9:00, and as he walks up to the car he says, “See if it’ll start.”  And of course…it does.  Flawlessly.  Not even hesitantly.  Wtf, Saturn??  His dad is totally cool about it and says that he needed to come down that way anyway, and that he’s used to cars suddenly acting fine when he shows up.  But jeez, he had to drive half an hour to me at 8:30 in the morning…I’m afraid I’m going to get booted from this family for being a bad daughter-in-law.

I’ve had no more problems with the car for the rest of the day.  So the only logical explanation is that I needed to be detained in Redwood City this morning for 45 minutes.  I wonder what disaster I avoided?  I guess it doesn’t have to be something on my way to the county office (fingerprinting) – it could have been something I would have run into in San Francisco, or even on my way home this afternoon (I ended up staying later at work because I didn’t get there until almost 11:00).

Anyway, whatever it was, I’m grateful.  Having to sit in the sun this morning and read is by no means a hardship.  And I have to assume that someone is looking out for me.  So…thank you!!

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Awesome Being a girl Family Friends Memoir Sentiment

What’s “film”?

Also in the boxes from my room at my parents’ house – 3 rolls of undeveloped film.

One of the rolls is not a typical canister, and Walgreens told me they don’t develop that stuff anymore.

One of the rolls ended up being blank (bummer).

The third roll (or the first roll, depending on how you look at it), ended up being random pictures from…2001? 2002?  Who knows?  It’s all pictures around my house, or Kirsten’s (my high school bff) house, those are her ducks, that’s my brother on the ground, having apparently been bested by Kirsten’s dog…I don’t know what this is.

Actually, this is the exact reason that I’m so grateful for digital cameras.

And no, I did not get doubles of this.  (I actually just got the negatives and a photo CD – yay 2011!)

Enjoy.

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Awesome Endings

2010 in review

WordPress just sent me this email, and I like summarizing information, and bragging, so I’m clicking the “post to my blog” button.  I mean, they went to all this trouble…

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 6,600 times in 2010. That’s about 16 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 99 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 102 posts. There were 172 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 31mb. That’s about 3 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was November 18th with 2,306 views. The most popular post that day was Be aggressive, be-be aggressive.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were wordpress.com, facebook.com, itsjenblue.blogspot.com, digg.com, and en.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for sychela, sychela wordpress, tomato plant, tumble dry low, and hugh jackman.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Be aggressive, be-be aggressive November 2010
129 comments and 50 Likes on WordPress.com

2

About December 2009
1 comment

3

Nov 13 November 2010
5 comments

4

Saturn: Calypso November 2010
1 comment and 1 Like on WordPress.com,

5

A funny thing: a challenge! September 2010
14 comments

PS. I can’t remember writing anything about Hugh Jackman.  Oh yeah, one time I said he was being kind of racist on some late-night show.

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Awesome Beginnings Family

The biggest surprise of all is that he really had no idea

My dad was born on New Year’s Eve, 1950.  Last night my mom threw him a surprise 60th birthday party, which she has been planning for about a year.  We were about 97% sure he knew something was up, since she’s never done anything like this before and we’ve for sure all heard her slip at least once in front of him.  Luckily he’s pretty imperceptive, and was completely surprised. 

He’s also pretty laid back, though, so instead of turning bright red and crying (like Lauren at the surprise bridal shower earlier this week), he kept his hands in his pockets and went “Oh…wow.  Surprise!”  Here’s a picture of him being taken completely off guard (I was across the room so it’s pretty zoomed in):

There was eating and picture-taking, and I grilled him to try to figure out if he was just pretending to be surprised.

Afterwards we went back to our house (haha, I don’t live there anymore) for cheesecake and presents and a slideshow of amazing photos my aunt and uncle assembled.  A surprising amount were slides from the 50s and 60s.  It was an appropriate amount of embarrassing for a 60th birthday celebration.

We toasted the New Year at 9:20 (for some reason) and then the regular guests trickled out.  My aunt and uncle stayed the night, and Drew and I drove Robb back down to San Bruno so he could get to the airport this morning.  But we waited to leave until 11:00 so we wouldn’t be anywhere near San Francisco near midnight.  I passed the time by taking pictures.

We got home just after 2:00 last night.  This morning I drove Robb to the airport at 8:00, then came back and went back to sleep.  When we got up, we made coffee for the first time using our Christmas coffeemaker, and a paper towel instead of a filter. 

Hunger Games book #3 + grocery shopping = a lazy day, recovering from this whirlwind week.  In the last 7 days, I’ve spent an entire day’s worth of hours in the car.  It’ll be really nice to go back to work, having a schedule and eating real food (although living primarily on cookies has been fun).

2011 FTW!

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Awesome cars Family Not awesome

I promise this is the last “Dear Diary” entry for the year.

Okay.  So on Tuesday I was supposed to drive up to Davis to meet up with Molly (who lives in SF but was spending Christmas in Reno) and Liz (who until last week lived in NYC but now has moved back to Stockton).  I had made it to about Richmond when my car started making weird feelings again, and I got too freaked out that I wouldn’t make it to Davis.  Or that I would make it to Davis, but not from Davis to Lakeport.  So I drove back home, and Drew’s dad looked at my car, and he replaced all the spark plugs and two of the spark plug wires.  And now, I promise (this isn’t like after I changed the oil and “thought it felt better”), it is running like before again.

The funny thing is, when it was all shaky on the freeway, I was desperately trying to figure out how I could fund getting a new car, and I was like, “I’d be sad about losing this one, but happy to get one with no problems and less than 190,000 miles on it.”  Then after it was fixed, I was super happy and sentimental about it, thinking, “I couldn’t imagine getting rid of my baby!”  I’m a hypocrite?

Okay, so then I had my car but it was too late to meet Liz and Molly, and my brother was flying in from Colorado.  My dad was supposed to come down and pick him up but I called him and said I’d pick up Robb.  So then Robb and I drove up to Lakeport in the pouring rain.  My family – like, just the four of us – hung out for the first time in maybe like 8 years.  It was really nice, until I got kind of bored of the constant stand-up comedy routine and went in my room to read Catching Fire (the second book of the Hunger Games series).

Also, from being home on Christmas, to being home on the 28th, our bathroom was completely torn up.  They are fixing the floor and the entire bathtub area, so that was a surprise…  So then on the morning of the 27th I woke up to strange men’s voices in the hallway, my bedroom door not really shut, and all of my regular clothes (besides pajamas) in the dryer.

In the afternoon my high school best friend was throwing her sister a surprise bridal shower, so I went over there.  Her sister was completely surprised, which is always fun, and there were a bunch of people there I haven’t seen in years.  It was awesome.  But then there were snow warnings so I had to take off so I could get home without dying.

And that is basically my second Lakeport trip.  Here’s a slideshow, since I just learned how to make them.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

(And happy 1st birthday to my blog!)

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Awesome Being a girl cars

How many times can I reuse the “car-ma” pun?

My car was making this infrequent shudder, even after I put 3 new quarts of oil in it a week ago.  This was causing me no end of frustration and anxiety…what could possibly be wrong?  When it comes to computers and cars, I’m completely and totally helpless.  I can barely diagnose the problem on my own, let alone solve it.  This was, like, weighing on me heavily.

Finally today, I took the car to the oil change place (which, btw, is across the street from our apartment…what was my excuse for not going earlier?).  While sitting in my car, in line, I realized I was feeling intense anxiety pangs.  Akin to those felt right before a visit to the lady-doctor.  No, not even that.  Because at least when I have had to sit in the waiting room at Planned Parenthood while I wait for my appointment (which is guaranteed to be at least 45 minutes late), I know that they’re not going to find anything wrong.  No, this feeling was more on par with a long-overdue visit to the dentist, when you know you have a cavity and no insurance.

So the first thing the guy did was say, “Come out here, I want to show you something.”  This is when my heart drops to my stomach, because you don’t want them to have to “show you something.”  (I debated whether or not to admit here in writing that last week, when I put  more oil in, I left the oil cap off – again.  So that explains the shuddering.)  Humiliated, even though he was very nice about it, I got back in the car.

They changed the oil.  They checked the pressure on the tires.  They checked all my lights.  (When he asked me to turn on the right turn signal I definitely turned on the left one, and three guys laughed at me and said everyone does that.)  They filled up my wiper fluid.  They gave me a list of things they recommend I get done, but no one pressured me to do it today.

Definitely less painful than I was fearing.  And in the tenth of a mile I had to drive to get home, the car did feel better.  And knowing that I have a list of things I should try to get done in the new year is encouraging.  Especially because the most expensive of them is a little over $100…not the $3000 I was terrified of.

So all in all, it’s been a good day.

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Potpourri

Molly and I were talking about seeing Giselle or Coppelia at the SF Ballet.

Me: I know the story of Coppelia, but I don’t actually know what Giselle is about.
Molly: It’s…basically like Swan Lake, but she’s a nymph.  And she drowns herself at the end.
Me: Spoiler alert!
Molly: What, they all end with the main character killing herself!  Except The Nutcracker, which you find out at the end is all Clara’s dream.
Me: SPOILER ALERT!!

Drew and I saw The Nutcracker last night and loved it.  I know that kids are a given at The Nutcracker, but I still got a little annoyed when the little boy behind us explained every “magic” trick to his grandma in a loud kid-whisper.  I know it’s not really magic, because this is theatre.  But please tell your Nana at intermission.  But you know who was adorable?  The little little girl who I could hear somewhere in the grand tier, who, when the ballerina dancing doll came out in the first act, cried, “Look, mommy!  A ballerina!  A ballerina!”  Awww.

After we were home, Drew and I were dissecting the show.  He decided that when ballerinas walk, all turned out and pointy-toed, they look like ducks who are trying really hard not to walk like ducks.  Then we cracked ourselves up saying, “Not like a duck, not like a duck, walk like a person, walk like a person…remember, they’ll never let you in the restaurant if they suspect you’re a duck.  Make eye contact and don’t fumble with the money.”

Then Drew went to sleep while I read Eclipse, and at one point I noticed he was making a lot of noise rummaging around his pillow.  I asked him what he was doing and he said he was checking his pillowcase for money.  I said, “…What?”  and he said, “The pillowcases are full of money.”  “Yeah,” I said, “that’d be nice.  Go back to sleep.”

Today we went to the Dickens Fair and almost right off the bat saw this random chick dressed like a ballerina.  One of her arms kept fluttering around.  I think she thought it was bewitching.  She did get major bonus points when she went en pointe for someone to take her picture.  But every time we saw her (and if you’ve ever been to the Dickens Fair for a day, you know how often you see the same people), we looked at each other and both thought, “Not like a duck, not like a duck…”

Otherwise, the Dickens Fair was Dickensy.  And fun.  And busy.  Erin’s dad does single stick fighting and was doing several demonstrations during the day, and asked Drew to come take pictures of him.  I took video.  So we would meet Tom at 2:20, then go wander around the Fair, then meet up again at 3:30, etc.  I actually think it’s the only way to see the Dickens Fair.  No one can just meander around and look at things for six hours.  The structure was nice.  I wanted to buy a mop of curls to wear over a bun, but Drew wouldn’t let me.  Also, we couldn’t find where they were being sold.  I also wanted to buy a nightlight, a Christmas ornament, a feathery head ornament, some fudge, a gyro, some popcorn (by the late afternoon we were both starving), and a flowery circlet headpiece thing.  Luckily we only had $10.  Because what do I need with any of those things?

Finally, here’s a nice thing I do.  The Opera offices are on the 3rd floor of the building (which is the top).  Basically no one on the 2nd floor uses the elevator, but in the morning Opera people will use it to go up.  I always do because I’m usually always carrying my purse, my lunch, at least one water bottle, and a cup of coffee, and I’ve just walked from Bart and don’t want to take the stairs.  But the elevator is super slow.  So whenever I take it to the 3rd floor, I always press the button for 1 to send it back down for the next person.  That’s a nice thing I do.  I just wanted to mention that.

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50 Reasons I’m Thankful To Live In San Francisco

In November, the Village Voice published 50 Reasons To Be Pretty Damn Euphoric You Live In New York City.  I’m not arguing with them – God knows I miss NYC – but I immediately started thinking about a similar list for San Francisco.  I haven’t been here too long, and my activity in the city is limited, so this is just one person’s very specific list.

(I gladly welcome input on this, especially when it comes to something I’ve left off, which will probably be because I just haven’t experienced it yet.)

50 Reasons I’m Thankful Every Day To Live In The San Francisco Bay Area

“San Francisco is 49 square miles surrounded by reality.” -Jefferson Airplane

50. Apartments come stocked with dishwashers. Not necessary, but very convenient.

49. It’s easy to avoid Starbucks and patronize independent coffee shops. (But it’s also easy to find a Starbucks if you need that peppermint white mocha.)

48. The carousel at the San Francisco Zoo.

47. There is always someone crazier than you. Always.

46. The view from the Golden Gate Bridge.

45. The many views of the Golden Gate Bridge.

44. Cable cars: the city’s moving landmarks.

43. Driving around the city and realizing you’re on the street where Full House was filmed…or Mrs. Doubtfire…or Invasion of the Body Snatchers. You know, any of your childhood favorites.

42. You don’t have to be a kid to love the Exploratorium.

41. Or, for that matter, the California Academy of Sciences.

40. That sense of superiority when you get to tell someone, “Don’t call it ‘Frisco.’”

39. Because the city is not strictly a grid, the feeling when you conquer the streets of San Francisco is one of invincibility! You are now unstoppable!

38. I’ve never seen curved escalators anywhere else besides Westfield Mall.

37. Some people are into tea. Those people love Lovejoys in Noe Valley.

36. “It’s an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world.” -Oscar Wilde

35. I’d rather have a spider or two in the corner, than a kitchen full of roaches (yuck).

34. Just south of San Francisco is Colma, where dead people outnumber the living.

33. Watching the fog creep in. You know it’s ruining the sunny day but you can’t stop watching.

32. Baker Beach (under the Golden Gate Bridge) is “frequented by clothing-optional sunbathers.” Our very own nude beach, so close to home!

31. Napa Valley and its myriad vineyards and tasting rooms are but a short car trip away.

30. The Crème Brûlée Cart: food always tastes better when you’ve had to hunt it down.

29. The other day, I saw a homeless man with a cat carrier. And he opened the door and a chicken walked out. And the chicken was on a leash and pecked in the grass while he smoked a cigarette. This was at 8:30 in the morning, and set the tone for the rest of my day: bizarre and wonderful.

28. Spending a summer afternoon browsing the boutiques. Even if you don’t spend anything.

27. There are streets, where you can look up, and even though you’re within the city limits, you’d never guess it.

26. On paper, it sounds kind of pathetic to take a number and wait in line for a half hour for an ice cream cone. Yet at Mitchell’s it’s worth it.

25. Descending into SFO through the fog and over the water…always takes my breath away for a second.

24. You gotta love friendly small talk with your Target cashier.

23. Checking out the pre-Broadway runs of shows that will be Tony winners in just a few years. Oh, to be able to say, “I saw it when.”

22. The Stairway Walks.

21. How many cities have built their own island, just for entertainment purposes?

20. The Giants winning the World Series – if you were in the city that night, you really felt like part of a 1,000,000-person family.

19. Can’t afford tickets to the SF Opera? No problem. They perform for free in Golden Gate Park, and simulcast certain operas to the big screen in AT&T Park.

18. Who needs Missed Connections? We’re not afraid to just talk to each other.

17. Visit the Dickens Faire at the Cow Palace in December, to get your 19th-century-London fix.

16. Sourdough bread is everywhere. Often scooped out, with soup in the middle.

15. If someone says, “How are the reviews for that show?” a valid answer is, “The little man is sitting up straight and clapping.”

14. If you don’t mind battling the tourists…a hot fudge sundae at Ghirardelli Square sure hits the spot.

13. San Francisco is like a thumbnail version of all the things that are awesome about the state of California.

12. Having the choice between taking public transit or driving yourself. San Franciscans love choice. You might even say we’re pro-choice.

11. Even the homeless people are friendly. San Francisco has some of the most polite homeless people ever.

10. You gotta give this city bonus points for springing up on those crazy hills.

9. I love me some shopping in Union Square. Especially at Christmas time!

8. The BART platforms have marks on the ground where the doors will line up. Make prewalking even easier.

7. Right across the Golden Gate Bridge from the bustling city, you can visit ancient, immense sequoias in Muir Woods.

6. This week, State Sen. Mark Leno introduced legislation that would require history classes to teach LGBT history, in an effort to increase awareness and thus reduce bullying.

5. 60 degrees year round, with a week of summer and a week of winter. Just enough time to enjoy the heat or the rain, and then back to regularly scheduled programming.

4. Drinks and dancing in the Castro.

3. After the 1906 earthquake and fire, Jack London said, “San Francisco is gone.” Well, we certainly proved him wrong. We are a resilient city of tenacious people.

2. I mean…I’m here. : )

1. In fact, lots of people leave the Bay Area…but lots of people come back home. There must be a reason why. I suppose it’s because it’s awesome!

 

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One year: California

 

I can hardly believe it, but a year ago today Drew and I arrived in California with a van packed full of our stuff (see above) and a camera full of pictures from our warp speed drive from NYC.  We arrived one day ahead of schedule (earning us back a day’s refund on our rental car – totally worth it).

I am so happy that we decided to drive back.  Driving across the country was kind of inspiring.  I just flipped through the Facebook album I made when we got back, and there are some really great pictures in there.  A lot of the landscape and the way it changed over 3000 miles.

Iowa, one of the best states.
I think this is Nebraska...I have like 15 pictures of this labeled "Void 1," "Void 2," etc.
Colorado, or Wyoming, something like that.

One year later, I still think it was the right thing for us to do, to come back.  I don’t think that we “gave up” or that New York “got the best of us,” especially considering we had a pretty sweet setup out there.  It was a good life for three years but I guess we both knew it wasn’t going to be our life forever, and it was time to get that party started.

Right now, Liz and Bill are packing up their lives: putting a ton of boxes in storage, giving away a bunch more, and packing up a few suitcases and their cat, and in a week they’ll be flying out to New York City.  They will go from the airport to their sublet in Brooklyn (sound familiar, anyone?) and try to orient themselves to a lifestyle completely unlike what they’ve been living.  While a little part of me is jealous over this blank slate, most of me is just plain excited for them…while also being relieved that I don’t have any packing/unpacking in my near future.

I am ready for an NYC vacation, so hopefully we can get it together soon.

In the meantime, I can see the Pacific Ocean from where I’m sitting, and even though I just saw my parents less than a week ago, I’ll see them again next weekend.  It’s 68 degrees here and I’m wearing socks to keep warm (sorry, New York friends).  I miss New York, but not the way I missed California.  Plus, think of the stories to tell my kids about my reckless youth.