Wednesday, June 29, 2005

wednesday haiku (and an insight into my job hunt)

Getting very close
To the crucial juncture,
When will they decide?

Monday, June 27, 2005

shout out for pride

Just want to give a little shout out to the whole Bay Area for a great Gay Pride weekend and festivities. Missed the parade yesterday, but enjoyed the cameraderie and many an eyeful at the festival afterwards. Makes me proud to live in this area!

sunday brunch

I usually leave the restaurant reviews to my foodie counterpart blog, but I have to give a quick thumbs up to the make-your-own-Bloody-Mary Sunday Brunch at Home in San Francisco. What a way to start the day.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

another wintery summer

I helped organize a picnic for my whole office today. Of course, it's the first cloudy day in about a week. Ah, Murphy's Law. I still like that Mark Twain quote: "The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco".

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

the people on your team

Spent most of yesterday in the maze that is Kaiser Medical Center in Oakland. The Boy had a brief, inexplicable health crisis in the morning, compounded by my own medical appointment in the afternoon. As a result, I visited about five different offices in the complex, got a lot of my current book read, and chewed my cuticles more than I probably should've. My favorite quote of the day came from one of the receptionists in the Radiology department. She was telling him not to worry about anything. However, seeing the nervous look on TB's face, she paused in processing his paperwork, leaned over and said, "Look, this is 2005. If anyone is not on your team, get rid of them. That's my motto. Get rid of them." Ha! So funny and so confusing all at the same time. Why wouldn't people be "on your team"? What exactly does the year have anything to do with it? In 2004, it was okay to have people who didn't support you but, honey, in 2005 that's got to end!! : )

wednesday haiku

It is now Wednesday,
I am actually here
Writing this haiku.

And on time, for a change! Here's another:

Summer solstice brings
delicious rays of sunshine
to my winter heart.

Monday, June 20, 2005

traffic generators

So, I've been playing around on blogexplosion a lot lately. Voting and participating in the Battle of the Blogs, putting myself on the Blog Rocket, surfing other people's blogs for credits. And then something struck me this morning as I logged in for the umpteenth time. Some people were chatting in the little shout-out box about how they don't write long posts anymore because nobody reads them. And I realized that somehow our approach to blogging has become incredibly skewed by these traffic generators. Adulterating your content for the reader? This is blogging people. You don't get paid for it, it's not your job, you have no one to please but yourself. It's your life that you're writing about, are you going to change that too just so that people have something else to read? Something is off in that logic and it hints of a compromised medium. That is not a compromise I'm willing to make.

Friday, June 17, 2005

father's day

I love my dad. I hate Father's Day cards. They're so dumb, how many dads actually do the things that are featured in Father's Day cards? My dad doesn't wear a tie, he doesn't golf, he hasn't gone fishing in 15 years. So, for my dad, I got him a card with a monkey on the front. Who doesn't like monkeys?

whispering from above

No, not that above. Hardly. I mean from my boss's loft. One of the company's senior members is leaving and now there's word of a lot of staff shuffling and promotions and stuff. Ten to one odds that I don't get to see any of the glory.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

crikey - where did my wednesday go?

Okay, so, if you're a regular reader, you may have realized by now that I'm terribly inept at remembering to do the Wednesday haiku. In my defense, Wednesdays are often my busiest days of the week, what with my regular volunteering schedule and standing work meetings and whatnot. So....enough excuses, but that's why it sometimes takes me a day or two to realize that Wednesday has passed. Here are more belated Wednesday haikus, this time about my volunteer work.

For the boy who says,
"Mommy, please live forever,"
I only have hope.

Tangled girl with ire,
I am now your favorite,
You tell me, pointing.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

What's up, WSOP!

Don't know if anyone gets that acronym, it stands for the World Series of Poker, which is where I'm off to in a month. The Boy just booked our second trip to Vegas in about as many months. While I'm sure he's thinking all about pot odds and nut flushes, I'm envisioning pina coladas and multiple swimming pools. Better start saving my quarters!

Monday, June 13, 2005

busy like a bee

Been pretty busy lately trying to explore my career options. Though, to be honest, the only option I'm interested in involves me finding a new job. Wish I didn't have to go through the whole drawn out interview process again. It's almost enough to make someone stay where they are - almost.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

a three stall challenge

Oh the horror! Here's the setup: my office building is shared by a number of small businesses, so there is usually quite a bit of traffic up and down our halls. Our "facilities" are, of course, also shared, and there are two different bathroom options for everyone - gender-specific multi-person bathrooms at the end of the hall with three stalls each and two single person bathrooms accessible through the outside of the building. In my mind, the multi-person bathroom is appropriate for quick trips to the loo, as no one wants to hear or be overheard doing anything more involved than that. The outside bathrooms are where one goes to do one's actual dumping if need be. Right. Or so I thought. As I quickly popped into the bathroom at the end of the hall to drain my bladder this morning, I noticed that someone was in the middle of the three stalls. Weird enough, since people usually like to leave a little bit of space between themselves and others when taking a leak. However, as I darted into the third stall to take my much needed pee, I was hit with the stench of the person next to me taking a massive dump. Glancing at the floor, I could see her feet twisted in the effort of the act - was she trying to poo silently or did it really require that much effort? Egads. I couldn't pee fast enough. The smell...the horror... My question to you: what kind of person poops in the most central and public location in the building??

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

haiku wednesday call for submissions

am having trouble
thinking of a new haiku
let's hear from the rest

Monday, June 06, 2005

i hate you and i hate your ass face

I'll be honest, I'm a fairly opinionated person. The list of people who get on my nerves is a fairly long one - Renee Zellweger, Russell Crowe, the relentless salespeople who call my work and harass us when we won't connect them to the Executive Director's office. However, I really don't hate that many people. Hate is a strong word and one whose vitriol should be reserved for very specific times and places. So, it is with some due consideration that I declare that I hate the owner of a late model green sedan type car that is missing it's passenger side mirror courtesy of smashing into my car and breaking off my driver's side mirror while my poor innocent little car was parked on the street on Saturday night. I hate you, green car driver. You suck. If the police ever find you, I will sic my car insurance on you with all my might.

PS: If anyone in the East Bay area sees a car fitting this description, please take note of their license plate number and email me. You'll get a reward and my undying love and appreciation.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

i am a cherry blossom!

What is your inner flower?

what's your inner flower?

[c] sugardew

good for the heart

I had my volunteering gig again last night (every other Wednesday), facilitating the support group for kids who are dealing with the death of a loved one. I don't know what it is about being there, but I really enjoy it. My volunteering days start out like all the rest, with me being tired and wanting to just come straight home after work to nap, but by the time I get to the site and the kids show up I'm all jazzed and running around like a 12 year old myself. My favorite quote of the evening yesterday was when one of the more troubled kids caught my attention out on the play structure and asked: "can we play the game where the big kids....I mean, the grown-ups...I mean the leaders..." me: "you mean, us?" him: "yeah, you guys; where you guys run after us and we have to freeze if you tag us?". So sweet.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

an actual wednesday haiku (or two)

is medicine good
if the drug warnings on it
are worse than the problem?

(Okay, I cheated....six syllables.. you try coming up with a one syllable
word for "problem".)

my sticky fingers
(not in the way you're thinking)
have stolen your jam.