distractions


five twenty in the morning
eyes open
ears open to the crash bash drive of trucks
in the fruit-packing district

mind still in the dream
the bad dream
the leaving me dream
the not caring dream
the stupid, what was i thinking dream
why even dream such a thing

next those girls come waltzing in
the screaming girls
the wall-building girls
the name calling girls
the speak another language girls
why did i try for so long

i kick them all out

in their place come taxes
the more than i though taxes
the didn’t plan right taxes
the have no money taxes
the grow up quick, here i am taxes
how did i screw up so badly

one thirty six in the afternoon
eyes open
ears open to the mumble whirr of the office
under the bridge

mind still in the dream

when i took the m-b test way back in high school, i was pretty much on the line between these two.

gfaw! i love this site!

look up your own description here at the REAL myers-briggs.

INTP: The Egghead

The typical INTP is a logical, abstract thinker whose intellect is ideally suited to understanding pure mathematics, linguistics, formal logic theory, and other pursuits unsuited to making a real living. The INTP can often understand even the most subtle nuances of lattice quantum chromodynamics, but cannot perform more concrete tasks such as dressing himself, operating a motor vehicle, or opening a door. An INTP may be able to tell you how to construct a nuclear reactor from a coconut and two pieces of string, but may be completely incapable of fixing a hole in a boat.

The INTP is really only suited to two careers: college professor and game show contestant. Of these career choices, only one offers the financial rewards which allows him to suport himself; for that reason, INTPs often take the other path, and become tenured academics.

RECREATION: Surprisingly, INTPs are often the hit of the party–not for their sometimes annoying habit of turning every discussion into a debate about semantics nor for their fascinating stories about Pierre de Fermat’s habit of writing things in the margins of his books, but for the fact that they often show up with their pants on backwards and that if you put a Post-It note reading “Kick Me” on an INTP’s back, he won’t notice it no matter how many people kick him. That kind of entertainment never gets old.

COMPATIBILITY: INTPs make ideal companions to INTJs, as neither of them notices they’re in a relationship.

Famous INTPs include Pierre de Fermat and almost everyone who knows what Pierre de Fermat wrote in the margins of his book.

INFP: The Idealist

The INFP is a dreamy, imaginitive, idealist, capable of finding the good in anything or anyone, even something as foul as Newark, New Jersey. INFPs are sometimes dangerous to the well-being of society as a whole, as they are prone to adopting subversive and destructive ideologies like “The world should be fair,” “People should treat one another well,” and “You know, ‘Friends’ is a really, really stupid television show.”

These irrational thought patterns may sometimes cause INFPs to run off and join the circus, the Resistance, or the Rebellion, where they tend to do well in any position requiring excellent hand-eye coordination or mastery of the Force.

COMPATIBILITY: INFPs and ISTJs generally exhibit a natural predator/prey relationship, which, though it might appear harsh and cruel from the outside, is all part of the natural cycle of life. In fact, were it not for the predation of the ISTJ, the population of INFPs would soon grow to unsustainable levels, overwhelming the ability of their ecological niche to support them.

Famous idealists include that girl in your sixth-grade homeroom who got the teacher fired for saying that girls aren’t good at math; that guy in the cubicle next to yours who got the manager fired for saying that women don’t make good employees; and Anais Nin.

my house is a mess
dust and dried food everywhere
i’m too tired to clean

i’ve been sick, and way stressed out by work, so there hasn’t been any real writing going on. there hasn’t even been much imaginary writing going on, either. no “i should blog about that” moments.

returning towels, picking up some art i had reframed, and lunch outside with garma took up the middle of saturday. i spent the morning hours having coffee and a very good heart to heart with creampuff. yay, actually seeing people!

sunday i had breakfast with tarheelborn, and my god, i just wanted to order everything on the menu. this place she took me to rocks. there’s no question i’m going back, and i’m taking flo and anyone else i can drag along with me. shrimp and grits, crepe suzette… mmmmmmm.

anyhow, later i met up with flo and country ham for a tour around ikea. just as i was about to leave to pick them up at bart, though, my neck started to really ache, and then my back. i popped a couple pain killers, but to no avail. i was hurting for sure, and starting to get that odd disconnectedness that comes with viruses.

monday i tried to be sick, but there was a problem at work and i worked from home the whole day, stressing and getting no rest.

by tuesday, my throat was on fire and i was avoiding any acidic or potentially crunchy foods. i had my regular acupressure therapy appointment in the morning, and was given the *tiniest* pills known to man to help relieve the pain my throat a little faster. she said something about, “even if you have strep… blah blah”, but there was no way i’d let that slide. i watched like a hawk for white spots. i am not interested in potentially weakening my heart valves in the name of alternative medicines. i’m not one to overuse antibiotics, i even try not to by antibacterial products at the store, but there are times when it’s appropriate.

back home after being pressed and warmed (i love that she has a heat lamp in her office!) and logged in to find the problem still going on. i told them to call if they needed anything, like if they had a specific question they needed me to answer, then i took my fevery self to bed and slept!

yesterday was sort of spacey. i came into work and was feeling a little better toward the end of the day, but was completely worn out by the end of the day. i napped a bit, sent some important non-work emails (just so i could pretend to have a life outside my job) and then watched lost.

**spoiler below the cut** (more…)

watching more of the planet earth mini series i recorded the other day. this is soooo cool.
now i’m watching a bit on vampiro toothus: the vampire squid from hell — i glows! really, it’s bio-luminescent! so. friggin’. cool. man, i should have been a scientist of some sort. i love these super deep living creatures. how amazing would it be to hang out in a sub for a day?

man.

in my own experimentation today, i went to the acupressurist. if all goes well, she’ll be my acupuncturist in a few short weeks. right now i’m wearing seeds on my ear and back. now i just need to find someone to come press these seeds on my back for about 20 min. it reminds me of when i had to ask m to please come upstairs and help me out of my clothes. really. that’s all i needed. then he left. now i need someone to come touch my back for 20 min or so while i lay about without a shirt.

in good twitter news, i sorted out how to add friends. i’m not sure it’s the most direct manner, but if you already have a twitter account, you can click on the follow link  on the right there and you’ll be able to follow me. then i’ll get an email and can follow you! but, it only works if you already have your twitter account set up.

oh, so cool, they just showed some dead fish sink to the bottom of the ocean and then fast motioned all the eels and crabs and cephalopods eating it! gone. totally gone.

how does one get into taking these sorts of photos? i’m sure it involves years of starving first, and i guess right now i don’t want it badly enough to give up my house first.

dragon chimneys! i’m in love.

i’m still to tired to write real content, so you’re getting meme quiz results. funny, don’t you think, my buddhist name is lotus liberation.

I’m a Lotus Elise!

You believe in maximum performance and minimum baggage. You like to travel light and fast, hit the corners hard, and dance like there’s no tomorrow.

“Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

this isn’t dq country. i used to live in dq country, and being in dq country is a serious thing.

but this commercial, which hamster_grrl sent to me this morning, is not serious. it’s laugh out loud at work funny. i think my favourite bit is the little dragon hand the guy ‘in the know’ makes when trying to explain to the others why they have to inhale.

i have to wonder if they show this in dq country, too, though.

last weekend ’say anything’ was on tv. this weekend ‘cocoon’ is on.

what’s the connection? do you know?

a wonderful gift for hamster_grrl.

glowing brains! 

i swear the woman on kqed just sang, “lost a friend that needed losing”. she’s not repeating the line, so i won’t be able to get a translation; i’m not sure i want one, honestly.

i was watching this same performance of somewhat over dramatically staged irish music at some castle somewhere in ireland when ctg’s friend called and asked if i’d be interested in going to see an irish band at an irish bar. well, i had just been thinking how LONG it had been since i’d been in that crowd (hellos, over seven years).

the one very drunk and unbalanced girl didn’t even mar the evening - she managed to miss our coats every time she spilled her drink. i didn’t talk to her although her also very drunk boyfriend did try to pass the job of holding her up, er, dancing with her to me at one point. i declined.

the band, Culann’s Hounds, played a version of a song that i used to love in high school and college.  it got me to thinking and to the web. unfortunately the only page i could find for ceili’s muse seems to be no more recent than 1997! oops. i wonder if i could still write to them and get a copy of one voice on something other than audio tape. i hope to ceili they burned a cd.

i’m still singing to myself: I’ll tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
pulled my hair, stole my comb,
but that’s alright till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She’s the belle of Belfast city,
She is courtin’, one, two, three,
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

searching for the lyrics brings up a site that lists a number of artists who recorded this song. one of the albums looked especially promising as it’s called ‘fibb’nacci sequence’. i clicked on the purchasing info and found this:

  • List price: $14.99
  • Used price: $57.45

maybe it will be a good investment?

but, it’s not the same. that cd won’t have the beautiful, heart wrenching, a capella recording of the tinkerman’s daughter.

i worked from home today because i’m feeling poorly. my cat loves it and is currently curled up in a ball next to my leg snoring. too bad my camera is in the other room. i’d wake him if i got up to fetch it, so i’m not even going to try.

it’s amazing how much a girl can find out about the world while sitting in her bed. i actually am working, too, but it’s a long repetitive task i’m working on currently so i’m inclined to take some breaks. it means i’ll have to work a little later tonight to get this one thing done, but i’d rather do it this way.

points of interest (to me, maybe to you):

the culling is calling to me again. but the call to be warm is overpowering and i tend to stay wrapped up in blankets while i’m at home instead of taking boxes/bags of stuff to my car for ootc. < -- beware, the music is bad, but blessedly brief. i just think i would be more active if i lived somewhere warmer, but i the urge to leave sf is still small. i mean, i'm still house hunting here even if that is taking forever and a day. i can't help but get a little wistful when i see a sun dress, though. plus, i wonder if the men would have more courage somewhere else. a friend of mine was commiserating with me about a guy she knows who says he's interested in her but never calls or sends email or ... just talks to her when they're both over visiting mutual friends or at the same event. what's with that? anyone, anyone?

now i'm babbling and that's never pretty.

things i’m grateful for:

  • wireless
  • backup wireless
  • no spots on throat
  • instant messaging
  • blogs
  • digital photographs
  • frozen burritos
  • pg tips
  • my space heater

i was thinking of the possibility of dating as i cracked open my fortune cookie at lunch today.

SMILE AND EXTEND THE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP.

maybe i should start going out somewhere that’s not work.

last night i went to the sing-along grease at the castro theatre. so much fun! we sat in the third row, ’smoked’ our cardboard cigs, pomed our pom-poms, and sang our voices out.

i’d heard earlier shows had the audience up and dancing in the isles. this was certainly encouraged, but maybe the wednesday before a major holiday is just too exhausting. i know the travel prep in my house and at work is taking a lot of my energy. anyhow, i think i saw three dancers in our performance. the group i was with all danced in our seats; and the guy behind me laughed and laughed at the dances the actors were doing on screen. it’s like he’s never seen any of them — maybe he hadn’t.

i wore my sparkley green poodle skirt. a girl only has so many chances to wear that sort of thing, ya know, and full advantage must be taken of every  opportunity. :-)

the print they were showing was made for sing-alongs. the words to all the songs were written on the screen. all the words. to all the songs. even when they sing ‘for he’s a jolly good fellow’!

is there a way to just rip the audio from this? i’d love to play this while i’m trying to clean my house. i’m still not sure if i’m horrified by it or not. i think it’s growing on me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mdMb6bRXt4

at least it’s no strawberry shortcake*.

*if you must know, i’ll send you the recording. don’t say i didn’t warn you, though.

what could be better than chocolate and karaoke and a potential condo?

why, free samples of unusual chocolate and free online karaoke and getting to know about the condo before it goes on the market!


feet

Originally uploaded by Hjem.

while i was working from home to get that much healthier before jumping back into the hotbed of germs my office has become (everyone is sick) my realtor called. he was running out the door to the airport but had just heard from someone that he would like to sell his condo. sfrealto thought it would be something it was interested, so he called me about it before it even got put on the market! it’s pretty nice, parking spot, in house laundry, and a view you could kill for! the whole place has just been renovated and has a gas stove and an electric convection oven! it’s also set up to have a home projection theatre. it’s just a little pricey if you look at the cost per square foot. i’d like to know there’s some room for my investment to appreciate. i told him as much, and told him my mom would be here in a week and would love to see it. so… hopefully, by this time next week the question will be resolved, it will be this one, or e-ville… unless something else fantastic comes along in sf in the meantime.

i came down the hill and had dinner at a local cafe, then went for a walk just to stretch my legs. on the way back to my car i wandered into a chocolate shop. the owner, jack, helped me pick out some chocolate for a friend and then a piece for me. i ate my piece as we chatted about housing and chocolate and business. he was filling little bags with a pistachio bark which also had chilli in it. as we talked he let me taste a little. SO GOOD! i probably would have bought some there and then if i wasn’t already stuffed full from dinner and the candy i’d just eaten for dessert. i rolled out of there with a promise to come back soon. the store is called chocolate covered and is on 24th street. he just moved, so the addres here is incorrect, though it’s on the same street. if you’re in the city around 24th, you should absolutely make a stop here!

i figured blog reading was about the most strenous activity i could rally myself to do in this chocolate sedated state. when i logged on i found a link to an online karaoke site where you can sing along at home just for yourself, or… OR… record the song and post it on their site! check out sing shot for some fun vocal stylings! not sure you’re up for ‘over the rainbow’ just yet. no worries, warm up with ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star’, or ‘twinkle, twinkle, take a fucking nap’, whichever strikes your fancy. i’m not sure if i’m horrified or excited. i just have to laugh.
all in all, i have to say the day was full of smile inducing surprises!

i got my mini cards from moo.com today! oh, so cute! i love them. photos later, i promise. then i can make self referential cards!

*giggle*

last night i watched ‘the princess bride’, which i have not seen in years! i forgot how good it is. laughing with friends felt really really good.

before the movie started, c and i sauntered into the living room to talk about knitting. we both nested down on the couch with the cat and started knitting and catching up on life in general while everyone else finished off dinner. i totally need a knitting circle!

today mom and dad fly in. their flight was delayed two hours in dfw due to fog around sfo. dad has a theory that they never tell you the real reason flights are delayed, so mom actually asked me if it was foggy today. yup. the sky is glowing white. foggy days mean diffused light. great for photographs, but hard on the eyes sometimes. the light comes from everywhere, which means no harsh shadows but also not just one place to shield your eyes from. maybe we’ll find some nice sunglasses this weekend.

i have a HUGE pile in the kitchen of things to give away, and as i look around the room i find more and more i could really do without. i should take photos of this process, really. i’m being harsh, or trying to be, and realistic. no, i never really do wear those bright red high heeled mary janes with the rhinestone stars. someone else will find them just as cute as i do. and one of the women’s circle’s i’m on a mailing list for (though have never been able to make a gathering) is planning a clothing swap! i figure as long as i promise to take bags of leftover stuff to out of the closet, they won’t mind if i bring lots and take next to nothing.

but here is a very very cool research project out of MIT. *swoon* i sssoo, want this toy!

http://haha.nu/creative/mit-research-sketch-program/

since i’m too overwhelmed with work to be doing much of anything worth blogging about, here’s someone else’s entry about a brain dissection video (also linked to in that entry). i’m not linking right to the dissection so you have a chance to understand just what’s involved before you watch the video.

me car now has ‘er own pirate name. the mad privateer.

avast, i be wishin’ you a glad holiday

~iron jenny bonney (known in some parts of the world as not-so-keen-on-the-womenfolk mary–just to keep the enemies confused)

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