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My cell phone, my bliss, etc, etc.

This morning I was juggling a bag of gym clothes, a bag of hairspray (for the dressing rooms), my laptop case, my purse, and another bag with food.  I was leaving the safe and convenient confines of my car, which has become messier and messier as I continue to live out of it, and striking out for MTC with the other PA, as she lives in Daly City and so it only makes sense to drive up together.

I got out of my car, juggled all my stuff over to her car, slid in, and we drove up 19th Ave to Mill Valley.  In the Starbucks parking lot I reached for my phone, because apparently I do that 150 times a day.  No phone in my pocket.  Check other hoodie pocket.  Check jeans pockets.  Check purse.  Frustrated that I can’t find it, with rising measures of “oh no…”

I remembered texting M, the other PA, to tell her I was outside her place.  Then as I unloaded my car into my arms, I had no idea if I picked up my phone off the front seat.  Probably not.  Ugh.

We had a student matinee this morning at 11am, and a regular show at 8pm.  So it’s not even like, Well, I’ll be without my phone for 5 hours.  We’re talking 15 hours, people.  FIFTEEN HOURS.  That’s crazy talk.  Just to be sure I had M call me while I was in Starbucks waiting for my decaf latte (because today is the day I picked to quit caffeine).  So then I’m all resigned to not having my phone…but wondering if I should get Drew to go drive to my car and make sure my phone is there…but how will I ever update my Facebook status from backstage?

Then as we got out of M’s car in the theatre parking lot, I cast one last desperate glance down between the seat and the center console – and there it was!  Singing Alleluia, I fished it out, checked for messages (none, of course), and jauntily made my way into work.  Where I could text and Tweet and update Facebook to my heart’s delight.

The only silver lining to not having my phone, that I could see, was going to be a fascinating blog post about the day I spent 15 hours without my connection to the world.  But now that I don’t have to suffer through it, I also don’t have anything really interesting to say.  Bummer.  Because it could have been a great social experiment.  So I guess I’ll stick with my other great life experiment, no caffeine.  My eyelids are heavy.  It could just be from a long day and a late night yesterday.

Dead Seagull prop
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Photo documentation: Davis, and apple pie

Last Saturday Liz and I met up in Davis and hung out for the day.  “The day” included lunch, Borders browsing, cheapie manicures, visits to our senior year college apartments, and cupcakes.

 

The best thing we saw was this guy advertising…ice cream?…and putting his dog to good use.  The dog is dressed as a banana split, and his name is Hudson. 

Yeah, we talked to the banana guy while we were stuck at the light turning left, so we could take pictures of him.

(Banana guy, if you stumble across this, you made our day.)

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Tonight I made an apple pie.  I think it’s the first time I’ve ever made an apple pie.  I did not make the crust, because I thought that might be a little too ambitious.  But other than that serious mark against me…I think it’s a pretty good pie.

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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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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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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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Cleaning house

Every time I think I’m making headway on cleaning up all my childhood stuff left in my room at my parents’ house…I find another box or bag filled with angsty poetry, drawings of faces, or birthday cards from ten years ago.  Last time I was home I brought back 3 or 4 boxes to go through.  I have just done so, and filled a box with trash.  But there is some interesting stuff mixed in.

Unfinished cross-stitch
Drew and I agreed to keep the dinosaurs.
So much paint!
The colored pencil version of the watercolor painting that is my header.
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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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Resolutions

I’ll be revisiting the New Year’s Resolutions concept in a little bit, but for now I’m off work until January 4th, so I’m doing…old-year resolutions.  End-of-the-year resolutions.  In the 2 weeks I have off work, I am determined to accomplish the following:

-Hit the gym 6 times.  It sounds pretty reasonable, but I’ve also booked myself into seeing everyone who’s back in California for the holidays, including 3 overnight trips in Lakeport.  So basically every day I’m not on the road, I’m at the gym.

-Do some deep cleaning of the apartment.  Specifically I want to clean out the fridge, scrub the bathroom, and organize all the stuff that’s just been floating around.  Tonight I unpacked and shelved two boxes of books, so there’s my head start.

-Write another short play to submit to the Samuel French Off-Off-Broadway Play Festival.  Then assemble my applications and send ’em in.

-Organize my iTunes and sync up my iPod.  Since I got my new laptop, I’ve managed to transfer all my music, but I haven’t really done anything to clean it up.  So I’ma tackle that.  Also, I have a list of new songs I want to download, just to make sure I’m up to date with Bruno Mars and Pink.

And tonight I added to that list:

-Manage to make a dinner that makes Drew go, “Mmm!  This is DELICIOUS!!”  He’s been pretty complimentary about the stuff I’ve been making lately, but I want to really impress him.  (At least I know he won’t fake it on me.)

New Year’s Resolutions are being crafted.  Also a confessional post.

Merry Christmas!

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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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Bad CAR-ma, or, It’s just like Sophie’s Choice!

Outside of my apartment building, in the front (the prime parking area), there are 8 parking spots.  If those are full you have to go all the way around the side (which is all of 30 seconds further away).  In the prime parking area, one of the spots is twice as long as the other spots – allowing you to park two cars in it.  The person who holds this parking spot is guaranteed room for an extra car, plus the assigned parking spot that comes with your rent.

For the past 6 weeks or so, that spot has been held by the same trio of cars.  For the first 4 weeks, it was a mini-SUV parked there that never moved, while a silver car that was always unlocked and a pale green car rotated parking behind it.  This irked me, as I thought that it was greedy.  Also, the fact that they have three cars, all with parking permits, means that there’s no way they live in a 1-bedroom apartment, and all of the apartments in our building (all 6 of them) are 1-bedrooms.  Also, I sort of know everyone in our building (5 occupied units and 1 unoccupied) and I’m 98% sure that that trio of cars doesn’t belong to anyone in Bldg K.

One night, the complex’s security people came around and tagged all the cars without permits, warning them that they would be towed.  They do this every so often.  The mini SUV and the silver unlocked car were okay, but the pale green car had an orange sticker on the driver’s side window.  Delighted, I read the sticker (nosey!).  The car had a permit, but the registration was expired!

The next day I noticed that the SUV was gone, and the pale green car was now parked in the front of the spot, reversed in, and pulled all the way up to the fence.  No one will spot its expired registration now!  That day I burst in the door after work, saying, “The mystery deepens!”  I googled the car’s license plate and nothing came up.  (I was secretly hoping I would find out that they were villains, and then I wouldn’t have any problems reporting them to the office.)

The pale green car hasn’t moved.  The silver car comes and goes.  The registration remains expired.

I lay awake at night sometimes (only rarely!) going back and forth:  Who cares about these cars? I think.  Then I think, They can’t just sit in the Big Spot like that, it’s selfish and not sharing.  Then I think, Their registration is expired, that’s against the law.  Then I think, What if they’re a poor single mother who is just trying to make enough money to feed their children?  Then I think, They have three cars, they can’t be that poor.  Then I think, Seriously, I need to get a life.  Then Drew says, “Parking can’t rule my life.  I can’t live like that.”

Then Molly was supposed to come hang out with me on Friday, but she called and said she didn’t want to drive too far because she hadn’t put her new registration on her car yet.  I wondered if that was a sign to Do The Right Thing and leave this pale green car alone.

When I realized the registration scam that was being run, I sternly told Drew I was giving them an ultimatum – if there wasn’t an updated registration by Jan 1, I was tattling.  Then I thought, Surely they won’t still be sitting in that spot in 3 weeks.  But now chances are looking good that that’s exactly what will be going on. 

Right at this second, I’m on the “Who cares?” end of the pendulum swing…but I know that can change.  I’m just curious…WWYD?

Update 12/14: Well, thanks for your votes, guys, I’m glad I know I can trust you to tell me the truth.

On that note, Drew got home before me today and he called to tell me the good news.  “I’m parked somewhere that will make you very happy.”  I shrieked with joy (in the middle of Target) and we gleefully debated whether the pale green car had been towed, without any anonymous note from me.  Hence, no bad karma!  (Or should I say carma?  I couldn’t resist.)