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| Saturday, January 12th, 2008 | | 5:00 pm |
I took a nice walk today along Land's End trail, where I went before with my folks, and I dusted off the camera and took pictures. Kate was saying she lives in the most beautiful place in the world, and I was gonna battle, but I'm not such a good photographer and it was a ever-so-slightly foggy day. So you win for now, Kate. ;3 http://picasaweb.google.com/snowyote/LandSEndHappy Saturday everyone! | | Sunday, August 5th, 2007 | | 3:24 pm |
今日
今日は、喫茶店で日本語を勉強しました。 後ろで女の人は村上の本を読みました。 男の人もいました。私の左でいました。 私は話しませんでした、コーヒーを飲みました。 四時間勉強しました。 今、眠たいですよ！ If you put that through Google Translate, and it looks weird, don't worry, that's probably exactly what I'm saying :3 I need to bounce my grammar off Justin when he gets up. I need daily practice or this stuff is going to melt away. I'm not so ねっけつ but at least I'm moderately げんき lately. I'll write more about work later. I'm sorry to everyone I've been out of touch with (which is pretty much everyone period). It's way too easy to subsume one's self within work - work becomes familiar, and despite being stressful and draining, it doesn't require the kind of conscious effort that it takes to healthily direct one's own life. I know I can be a better person - I've already been one :3 keep it going keep it going keep it going DON'T STOP | | Thursday, January 11th, 2007 | | 11:40 pm |
just saw "arashi no yoru ni" and... ooh. :3 very emotionally draining, but really satisfying. it's on bittorrent, you can track it down. please do! | | Saturday, September 2nd, 2006 | | 10:49 pm |
Yes! Moved in, running around. Justin's dad has a lot of energy and I am doing my damndest to keep up. Network running, bed on the way... food in the kitchen. We're good for the moment. Ooh grapes bbl | | Monday, August 28th, 2006 | | 7:31 pm |
again with the drama
This time it's not my fault, and it's perfectly fine now, but it was kinda funny when it was happening. Long story short: the place I'm subletting is filled with stoners who have trouble reading their lease. They were actually obligated to stay here through the end of September, not August. This was discovered on Sunday, and there was a big girlfight with yelling and things being thrown and I left the house for a little while o_o; L-, while being ditzy enough to totally misread the lease the first time through, at least pulled her shit together (miraculously!) to somehow maange to get the apartment up on Craigslist and had three sets of people coming through later that day to possibly take over the lease for September. They found some people that they could get through the Presidio Leasing Authority (nice kids, really) with the caveat being that they needed to move in pretty much immediately. So, this morning, I packed up all my shit (not much, really, since I moved out here on a suitcase) and put it in my car and drove to work. Today was basically me mildly freaking out trying to track down my new landlady to see if I could get into the perma-apartment early, researching cheap hotels on the south side of the city, and trying to deal with [work-related bitchery deleted] for the bulk of the day. 6:00 rolled around with no response from landlady, and I was packing up and getting ready to leave with a sort of resigned dread, when - Landlady's daughter calls, she's got keys, I can swing by and pick them up, the apartment JUST finished being cleaned today, everything works out great. Who woulda thunk it. :P I'm at the old place returning keys right now so I gotta go but hey everything's allright. Pretty soon it'll be back to normal, me never posting cause nothing's going on. All's well. Love! | | Sunday, August 27th, 2006 | | 11:51 am |
| | 1:53 am |
i witnessed a fight in a tiki bar after which i carefully negotiated the emotional atmosphere between angie's boss tracy and 'fargus', some irish guy from county kerry by talking about my famiily frm county cork (and buying him a shot of yagermeister) thus averting a secondary punchout )though he told me at least three times 'fuck off' and i feared for my safety] got him drunk enough to not notice me angie an tracy sneaki8ng out of the bar ftw i drank 16 uglps of water from the bathroom tap i hope i ajm not too fuckedup tomorrow god bless loveyou all | | Saturday, August 26th, 2006 | | 10:24 am |
NEWS FRASH! すばらしいいいいいいいい
update, after waking up: make that four kinds of cookies :9 Also I can make it all the way through the hiragana quiz without messing up pretty easily now, so now I just gotta practice my writing. My hiragana handwriting is probably better than my american handwriting :P Why can't I just type forever! fuss fuss fuss. Going to Bodega Bay with Angie and her boss today, apparently it is like the northern California equivalent of Gloucester (fishing village turned art enclave). Bringing camera! | | 12:08 am |
Someone has a date to-morrow! >_> <_< Said someone also had a dream about picking at a scab on his ankle to reveal that his entire heel was made of chalk inside and was gradually eroding away. I'm assuming this is a variant of the teeth-falling-out dream symbology which tends to indicate a lack of percieved control over one's life. Well I ain't in control but WHO CARES I ATE THREE DIFFERENT KINDS OF COOKIES TODAY Current Mood: i'll tell you about her laterCurrent Music: she's really nice | | Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 | | 6:25 am |
Man, I was hoping that I would just magically get my shit together in a new place, but it turns out that nothing's magic. You have to constantly be manually balancing your life wherever you go. I've met a bunch of nice people here ('here' meaning 'the Presidio', specifically 'the stairwell outside my temporary living situation'. They're all currently running around like crazy making plans and doing the legwork for moving at the end of the month, and I am too. It's pretty stressful (y'know?) and I don't really have anyone to commiserate with, because they're all across town nightly doing one thing or the other. Amazingly, I might be developing a drinking problem. I haven't not-had-a-beer in the evening for probably ... two weeks. Yike. Okay, noted, next step: address it. I've got a long chain of things-to-take-care-of for the move in that are stressing me out, but at least they're enumerated and within grasp. I'm ready to be All Done with this, I'm ready to have good friends at home again, I'm ready to not be alone. I got so spoiled living with three people that I really love and get along with over the past two years that I forgot what it was like the prior year, when I was living by myself and (yes!) developing a drinking problem! And I think the only thing that saved me then was that I lived upstairs from Bill and could go down and bother him whenever I was feeling -too- bad. Allright, in conclusion: - I acknowledge I am a social creature and I need to share presence and communication,
- I acknowledge I am SEVERELY BAD at getting that shit together, or my instincts have been dulled over time and I don't really know how to get that ball rolling,
- I am stressed out by a situation that is t-e-m-p-o-r-a-r-y so it is ok if I chill out,
- Things will be better very soon!
Love you guys, and sorry that I keep falling off the face of the planet. I get in these modes where I am desperate for communication and I keep half-opening my mouth but then I close it thinking oh, it'll sound stupid to say that, or it's not the right time, or they'll hear it said better from someone else. And then here I am wanting to say something years later and it ain't getting any easier. | | Saturday, July 29th, 2006 | | 8:24 pm |
| | 7:47 pm |
Two week mark! Still doing pretty good, though I'm probably not getting out as much as I should. Most of my excursions seem to be either to the Metreon to see a movie, or to Clement street to eat totally amazing Asian food by myself while trying not to look too too sketchy. This morning I took the MUNI to the BART to the taxi to the place where I picked up my car (hooray!), so now I can go more places. On my way home from the car place I managed to get totally lost somewhere in the Mission or Bernal Heights or something (it was too foggy to tell where north was, I need to get a compass for my car) and it took me about an hour and a half to finally wind my way home, at which point I promptly fell asleep on the couch and Frankie curled up with me. He's still a good kid. Tomorrow I'm going to head down to San Jose to try to visit Granite and Rev and maybe Natalie, I'll do my best! I missed the Garlic Festival, unfortunately, but that just means I'll have to eat twice as much next year. Miss you, everybody. -_- Love! | | Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 | | 10:53 pm |
Good day today. Wish I hadn't forgotten my camera - I missed the last bus home and walked it back, along Lincoln Boulevard which goes right along the coast. Stopped at a vantage point and watched the sun go down. S'nice. S'far as work goes, I've got it cut out for me. :) Exciting, though! I'll write more once I've got a little better handle on what's going on. | | Monday, July 17th, 2006 | | 10:33 pm |
| | Sunday, July 16th, 2006 | | 5:41 pm |
| | Saturday, July 15th, 2006 | | 8:00 pm |
dear lady: chill out
Had a Bus Lady episode already and I've only been in the city eight hours (!) So's I'm riding the MUNI back from the Embarcadero Center (I got shaving cream - needed a reason to go out and explore) and White-Haired Lady starts to get on the bus. She's got two laundry baskets piled high with opaque black plastic garbage bags, filled with - treasure? Body parts? Laundry? Who knows! But she's got them, and she's loading them on to the bus, obviously having a rough go of it, having to knee-scoot them up a step at a time. Now, Middle-Aged Chinese Woman is near the front of the bus, and she gets up to help the white-haired lady. At this point, one of the laundry baskets is occluding the stairway, so she has to bend down real low and grab hold of the basket and tug it up while waddling backwards. At this point, it's kind of comical and endearing. It's occuring to me that hey, I should really help out, but at this point I'm still pretty tourist-shy and I don't really know what the public policy is on this kind of stuff - I'm suffering from crowd inertia, basically. At this point, er, it kinda goes bad and not-so-endearing-anymore. Someone emits a piercing shriek - nearly baby-grade. My head snaps up and I notice this grey-haired woman who'd been sitting down reading a paperback quietly for the last ten minutes, and who is now pressing said paperback to her chest in shock. "You bitch! You stepped on my fucking foot!" she -screams- in incommensurate fury. Middle-Aged Chinese Woman looks apologetic for the roughly three seconds that Bus Lady allows before (not making this shit up) Bus Lady starts whaling on Middle-Aged Chinese Woman with the book. I start to my feet and shout "Hey!" and am totally ignored by absolutely everyone on the bus. The poor chinese woman swiftly manuvers around the crazy bitch, past me, and hangs on to the handrail next to the middle door. Crazy bitch starts muttering, well, not really muttering because it's completely intelligible because she is being -extremely loud- about it, things to the tune of 'I can't believe you'd do that to me,' 'next time you try that I'll knock out your fucking teeth,' etc. I start to half-formulate an objection but I realize it won't do a damn thing, so I keep quiet. The assault victim is standing right behind me and I turn to ask her quietly, are you okay? She says yeah, I'm fine. I ask her, would you like to sit down? She bursts into tears. I apologize and face forward and feel horrible and think about what I could have done differently for the next ten minutes. After a little while, the chinese lady calms down, and she's talking again. Someone makes a little joke about the crazy lady (under their breath), and she laughs a little, shakily. I turn around again and say, I'm really sorry about that. She still seems shaken up and keeps repeating, you know, I saw she was sitting there, but I honestly didn't think she was that close, I tried to move to the side so I wouldn't bump into her... I try to reassure her that it's not her fault, that it was an accident. "God bless you for being nice to that other woman, by the way," I point out. "Not very much, apparently," she says. When the white-haired lady gets off, I help her off the bus with her laundry baskets, keeping an eye on Crazy. When the nice woman exits, I wave goodbye to her but she's in a hurry and not meeting anybody else's gaze, and she doesn't notice. I generally try not to moralize Anything That Actually Happened because I'm prone to simplistic mappings and in any situation there is a wealth of knowledge that can be extracted that tends not to perfectly convert to tidy little colloquialisms. So, if you -do- try to extract knowledge that tends to poeticize well, it's an information-destroying transform, like mp3-encoding - the little inexpressible sideband stuff gets lost as you focus on the big sweeping moral themes. This situation, though, I think I know what I'm taking home from it. In most any locale I'm going to feel out of place, and I'm going to have tendencies to sit back and observe and try to derive the parameters of acceptable behavior. But! In any locale, there are a wide variety of people - there are inexplicable people, there are Bad people, and there are kind and generous people. I think I know the kind of person I want to be. Doing the right thing earlier might not have made much of a difference in this situation (except that with my weight, crazy bitch's foot might actually have been broken, haha) but I think I would have felt a lot more comfortable with the outcome. | | 4:34 pm |
serious perl lovers in the 415
I got here! I walked down to China Beach (ten minutes away), then bummed around a bit, went and ate a burrito (mmmmf), then walked home. I'm really tired, the cat that lives here is friendly and is currently sleeping on my bed, and one of my new roommates is watching baseball in the living room. I think it might be the Red Sox, I should go uhhhh root for somebody I guess. Love! | | Sunday, July 9th, 2006 | | 10:43 pm |
No more LiveJournal until I'm on the West Coast, for multiple reasons. (Even though I frequently go without LiveJournal for months at a time, I've been reasonably present here lately.) Be good, folks. Love! | | Thursday, March 2nd, 2006 | | 7:27 pm |
I'm playing around with the PLT Scheme object system and it's really amazing to realize how much my mind has calcified from just a few years of writing exclusively in C++. This shit isn't even CLOS-y and it's still blowing my mind somewhat. Fuckin' keen. | | Wednesday, March 1st, 2006 | | 9:48 pm |
Damn, this is the part where I wish I had something to offer besides work anecdotes. Bleh. I'm being a pouty baby in just about every aspect of my life right now. So, I'm allowed to do it for five more seconds and then I'm going to unclamp. Okay, better. Phewf. Think I'm gonna go paw through the freezer for some ice cream just for reinforcements, though. |
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