January 2007

That's a Private Matter

The president at my new job, who speaks English as her second language, gleefully mixes her male and female pronouns when referring to her staff giving me the impression that everyone at my new job is transgendered. Just in case there's some special initiation ritual of which she neglected to inform me... I wore a steel jock to the office today.

Let My People Go

Damn. I left my glasses there too...

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It's Just a Child!

I called Mike to let him know I left my belt at his place. He threatened to do evil things to my belt unless I did exactly as he said. I tried to call his bluff, but it was when I received the following in my e-mail that I realized he couldn't be more serious...

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Well Isn't That Special

Um, who decided that all the Chicago art galleries would be closed on Mondays and didn't tell me? Grrrrr. I guess I'll have to find some other way to amuse myself, like stealing ice cream cones from small children.

Wonderland

Chicago in January... I woke up this morning and looked out the window to see snow gently falling from the sky. I felt a stirring inside and thought, "wow, this the wonder and awe that so many people experience with the sight of snow." But it was just gas. I guess everyone can't love the snow.

Can't Stand Still

I'm off again tomorrow for another extended weekend trip. This time I'm going to the chilly Chicago area. Why? Cuz I've completely lost my mind. My friend Jim is cool and stuff, but the timing of the trip was dictated by a ticket credit that had to be used before next month. So... I get a good dose of winter in the midst of my California existence. The plan is to have some interesting sites, experiences and relaxation in between the moments of cursing Jim for living in such a cold place.

And in completely minor news... I just accepted a permanent position at another company. While it'll be tough to work without having my every move micromanaged and without the ever present knowledge that I'm not wanted... I'm find a way to make it through.

Now the Party Can Continue

I'm back from my weekend getaway with the Mikes. Wow, what a wonderful, relaxing 4 days away. Sea Ranch seems to be infused with some sort of relaxation magic because my overly A.D.D. self was able to kick back and enjoy the slow pace of the weekend watching movies, sleeping, soaking in the hot tub, walking on the beach, taking photos, seeing some amazing art galleries and exploring more of northern California. All this was greatly facilitated by the rental of a extremely comfortable and spacious house secluded in the trees with a view of the ocean. Ooh, and I had my own bedroom suite complete with a dual-headed shower. I was so in love with that shower. In fact I think I'm going to install a few dozen shower heads in my current shower room. I'll just stand in the middle and push the "tidal wave" button. After a few days of absence my friends will find me firmly flattened into the tiles on the floor with a huge ass grin on my face.

Sea Ranch

I'm off to Sea Ranch this morning for a 4 day getaway. Since I've not been there before I'll wait till I get back to tell you it's a hippee-like, planned community on the coast of northern California with art galleries, smurf churches and lots of that beautiful nature crap. It'll be all relaxing and shit. So basically I'll just be tolerating the next few days until I can get back to work stress, city traffic and my obligations to my adoring fans. Pity me.

No Pedicure?

A friend went to a "dental spa" today in the Castro that included a facial as part of the routine dental work. The best part... his insurance paid for it all. Welcome to the land of the queer.

Apocalyptica

What could rock harder than four cellists? Well, ok, electric guitar... drums... bass... a deaf chimpanzee accordian player... But, I mean, besides that?

While I don't love all their stuff, I do love what Apocalyptica is doing and the sound their getting. They get my vote for best use of a stringed instrument since... well, since my next door neighbor used her viola for a kitty litter box (cuz, that was just sweet).

The song that hooked me was from an interesting and beautiful - if not brilliant - french movie I just watched, Vidocq. The music video from the film pairs the group with singer Matthias Sayer for a fascinating juxtaposition of warm, haunting vocals and driving, grungy accompaniment.

Oh You Shouldn't Have!

Regarding the woman who doesn't want me here at work...

Mike: Leave the negative thoughts to me. I am sending her a bad karma bouquet.

Driving Me Crazy

So I commute to Mountain View for work. It's something like 10 towns away from San Francisco, but since they build towns upon towns here, that's not necessarily saying a lot. I think it's about 40 miles. Of course, during commute traffic that could take at least an hour and a half each way. For some crazy reason I've decide to get ahead of commute traffic and leave at 6am. While this makes for a 30-40 minute drive, it also means I have to be up by 5:30am. Fortunately it's just three days a week at the moment or I might have to do the whole head-spinny, green vomit routine on my coworkers.

I'll Visit Someday, Really

Jack: So no trips to Alaska planned?

Me: Nope. I'm still too enamored with this whole *not Alaska* thing that is the rest of the world.