| working on the new blog... and I blow up big time |
[Jan. 2nd, 2009|11:09 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
not set up yet obviously.
so... one of the things I am not famed for is my lack of temper.
Yesterday, I gave the tongue lashing of a lifetime.
I realize that after hoc, after the 84, after all these houses I had lived in where stupid behavior was often a norm and I just dealt with it, I no longer have the patience to deal with it.
I came home at 2:30 on New Year's Eve, to a party the women in G didn't know was going down until that day. This girl in the adjacent studio had decided to have six bands play until 2 am with only her there to watch these people and charge $5 to get in.
I have no problem with any of this in theory... except..
I have a serious problem with a shit-ton of dumb suburban raised white kids who think they are so punk rock showing up at my house, breaking glass everywhere and tagging my fucking building, pissing all of our neighbors off and leaving me to deal with the irate neighbors the next day.
The best part of all of this is we share a lease with these fucking stupid shitfucks. Our neighbors wrote the landlord and our lease is now in jeopardy.
After much of this had gone down, I ran into the girl who threw the party. I began with the statement that I was pissed at her and she started getting pissy that I was being disrespectful. That was it. I let her have it. Someone who is that fucking stupid and demanding that I use more delicate phrases can kiss my ass.
So, am I overreacting? Have I finally grown up? Have I turned into a bourgeois asshole? I don't know. But I do know I don't want to live somewhere anymore where trashing the place is acceptable behavior and I am certainly no longer willing to tolerate in the slightest the 'hey be cool because it's life man' bullshit that often comes with dumbass fauxhemians. |
|
|
| end of the year nesting |
[Dec. 30th, 2008|02:01 pm] |
I'm looking for a bed so that I can get rid of the damned platform that I always bump my knees on when getting in and out of it.
A rug that doesn't look like the fur of a dead stuffed animal.
An actual bookshelf instead of a combo bookshelf/dresser/desk, as I have a desk.
I don't know what's wrong with me - I even got a plant. |
|
|
| a strangely wonderful weekend |
[Dec. 28th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
I went to Santa Cruz.
I hung out with Shaz and Marie. We drank cheap wine on the wharf. We ate fried clams and fries.
I met Shaz's son - absorbed in video games, but he was cute. Looks a lot like Shaz herself.
I've drank whiskey with Marie for several nights now. I very much like my housemate.
Can I also say that I am very glad to be single? I wouldn't say that I'm happy to be without significant other, but am happy enough without one. What I lack in partnership/companionship, I make up for in the lack of drama and stupidity on someone else's part. |
|
|
| the last week... |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|01:15 pm] |
oh so exciting the holidays in san francisco...
let's see... last Sunday was good. I went to the deYoung and the Legion of Honor to see some exhibitions - my favorite was the 'treasures of the Berlin state museums' at the Legion of Honor. I had seen many of the pieces before at the Egyptian museum and the Bode in Berlin, but when I saw them again, it was like being visited by old friends.
Christmas day - I ended up flying a kite with Mandy and Chess, getting it stuck in a tree and freezing, despite the sunny day. Afterwards, I met up with Marie in the Tenderloin at a bar she likes there - our company was mostly other sad souls who weren't spending the holidays with family. We ended up having dinner with a older guy who said he was going to spend the night with a hooker, but said he'd rather buy us dinner. So we ate at this diner place down on Post and enjoyed ourselves, and then went back to the bar... although shortly after our return, one of the owners had gotten into some altercation outside and the cops showed up. That's when we left.
so how was everyone else's holiday? exciting - involving cops and wingnuts like mine? |
|
|
| nokia phone |
[Dec. 12th, 2008|02:25 pm] |
|
does anyone have an old Nokia phone they are no longer using? I'd be willing to pay what it's worth, and for shipping (it's for something at work). Or buy you drinks the next time I'm in the same city as you. |
|
|
| there is a time for everything |
[Dec. 7th, 2008|11:23 pm] |
*sigh*
With the conclusion of 2008, I will be no longer posting on live journal. This account was created in the summer of 2005 as a way of talking about my life in Germany and became a way of communicating my crazy life to my scattered friends. It has served its purpose, and I am no longer traveling, and my life no longer so interesting (the weekend's excitement was one of the rooms here flooding and everyone getting pissy because K's stuff was scattered everywhere as several of us pulled it out so it wasn't damaged). My life is back to the mundane and ordinary, and while those experiences of the last several years haven't left me, I am kind of glad for my now quiet existence.
I might continue blogging elsewhere on the interwebs, or perhaps not. I don't know yet. I am becoming more intensely private about my existence, because of several people's reading of my thoughts on here and getting stupidly angry about it (the truth, as I have (re)learned the last few days, often bites, and you just have to live with it) and I am tired of dealing with stupid childish tantrums due to something I post on the internet.
I feel like an author who's saying thank you for reading. Thank you to those of you who are honestly and have always been my steadfast friends. Fuck you to those who are just an unending pain in my ass. If you are deathly curious and biting your nails as to which you are, feel free to call or write me, and I will tell you the honest truth. I suspect those who are my friends will have no worry, because most of you I have known long enough or lived through enough with for there to be a good foundation of trust that you have no need to worry for my lasting esteem, for whatever my esteem is possibly worth. |
|
|
| done with bs |
[Dec. 2nd, 2008|10:52 am] |
that's how I feel - maybe because there has been so little of it in my life as of late, because I have kicked it out, booted it away from me, ignored it, I feel much better.
I feel like I did when I lived in Berlin - mercifully free of human drama (there, mostly because I was removed from the drama of society because it wasn't mine). I am much happier this way and am pleased to finally feel like I can define my life as I please for once without the expectations of a reputation to live up to, or for simply being a fish out of water, like I was most of my life in Austin. There is a great deal of freedom in that for me, and maybe soon I can actually begin working on things again that are interesting to me rather than just living day-to-day as I have the last few months. |
|
|
| using mysql |
[Dec. 1st, 2008|04:02 pm] |
for the first time seriously in a while - it is not like a bicycle I promise.
I survived the weekend amazingly sober even after pulling an eight-hour stint in a data center with my boss. I really deep in my heart wanted to go to Zeitgeist and have a few pitchers, but my sense of dignity and self-preservation prevailed.
I met a woman who lived near Helmholtzplatz for many years and ate at Frida Kahlo all the time. *sigh* Berlin. SF is the only adequate substitute I have found here in the states - if only it were cheaper, but I guess at least we don't have the shit German winters. |
|
|
| all I will say... |
[Nov. 28th, 2008|01:43 pm] |
is that port should never be drank like wine, but several (maybe five or six?) glasses of previous wine and other libations, combined with hearty food coma dulls one's judgment a bit -- it was dessert, after all,and we had a good dessert port to go with hearty helpings of marscapone berry tart, just like our non-oak aged chardonnay that went with our cipino and our hearty red to go with the polenta and our heartier red that went with the sweet potato gnocchi...
nice drunksgiving I had at least :) |
|
|
| ten hours |
[Nov. 24th, 2008|12:08 pm] |
I fortunately slept ten hours last night, which made me late to work, but we are all pretty jolly in the office today, as it almost feels like a family reunion since it's been two weeks since we were all here (it's so nice to like the people you work with and think they are awesome).
After staying up for 36+ hours and drinking a bit at Homestead last night after I waved bye to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) purveyorofchaos at 16th street Mission, I had dreams that finally processed the last few weeks, which I was glad to have. Much more at peace and calm feeling today than the last few days.
I have two choices for Thanksgiving - going to Yosemite and drinking with a crazy extended Jewish family (with master Z) or making dinner with the Bolivian and our mutual friend at someone's house here. What to do? |
|
|
| dear bill o'reilly |
[Nov. 23rd, 2008|02:04 pm] |
(for a background, please read this)
Please take a geography lesson on San Francisco: yes, every city has a Tenderloin. Ours is called (shockingly) the Tenderloin, and it is geographically distinguishable from North Beach. It is also amazingly different in feel in that the Tenderloin is filled with the poor and desperate in San Francisco, and North Beach is full of tourist hordes eating at the delicious Italian restaurants there. Oh, and Lawrence Ferlenghetti's wonderful bookstore is in North Beach. Of course, it is a dense city with limited land space, so yes, our strip clubs that cater mostly to tourists sit right next to our Chinatown district and Italian district. It makes it easier for the tourists that come here in droves to get their desserts right after eating delicious dim sum or a three course Italian meal that isn't Olive Garden, which I am sure is a novel experience for many that travel here.
The park with the dangerous homeless people smoking marijuana is called Dolores Park (which, just for your understanding, is also no where near either the Tenderloin and North Beach). It is a different neighborhood, or rather the boundary of two, near where the Castro and the Mission meet. Yes, people who live around that park tend to be tolerant of others, because the Mission is traditionally Latino and increasingly hipster white kids and the Castro is, of course, full of our flaming gays having rampant sex in the streets, something I see out of the window when drinking tea at the very elegant tea shop in the Castro. I walk by that park at night sometimes, quite unafraid, because homeless potheads are not nearly as threatening as the crazy Jesus preachers who yell at me and everyone else that we are going to hell at 16th and Mission as we are trying to make our way to work to create the technology that you and the rest of the world seem to enjoy using so much.
Perhaps I am writing this as a white elitist (although I prefer americanos to lattes, since I like my coffee like I like my president-elects), but if living in a city where I am not yawning from the same boring bit of suburban affectation day in and day out, enjoying public transit that functions and actually living in a city where various bookstores thrive and the populace actually seems to read makes me an elitist, than so be it.
So, if you are fair and balanced, why didn't your film crew go down to Noe Valley or St. Francis Wood or Pacific Heights? These are neighborhoods of San Francisco that enjoy a higher income bracket, lower crime rates and people that aren't quite so happily leftist and nutso as I and others who live in the Mission. Please, I suggest you return and go to those neighborhoods - show the city in its full glory, with the stroller moms in neighborhoods where they actually kick out the homeless and they can safely go around with junior in his McLaren deluxe.
Just a thought. I realized you are in NYC, which really makes me never want to go to Manhattan again knowing that rightist nut jobs such as you live there. But I don't wish for terrorists to bomb your city, because I know there are children there and normal happy people who aren't total dumbasses - but please keep up your rants, because they are hysterically funny, and I am sure all of the people who voted for Obama are probably not rueing their choice in the least if they watch you.
Thank you,
an elitist deviant feminist |
|
|
| weird |
[Nov. 22nd, 2008|03:01 pm] |
I realize people seem to think I am very lucky because I live in a warehouse.
I live there because it is cheap and it felt very homey and inviting when I went to interview. I didn't move in for the underground cred it would give me (not an insult to the people who like it because it's beautiful and cool, but for the douche nozzles I meet at bars who say ahhh cool, I wish I lived in a warehouse).
I always live in places where people have great pretensions. SF is no different, although the variety of it here is like that of Berlin simply from sheer numbers of nutjobs packed into both cities. |
|
|
| another day in the neighborhood |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|02:36 pm] |
it's so weird to live somewhere long enough to get used to it - I remember I had that in Friedricshain and Prenzlauer Berg a bit, and maybe a bit in Ann Arbor, but it was nice to wonder into the new hipster holier-than-thou coffee shop and run into the Bolivian (who I didn't punch this time, like the other crazy night when purveyorofchaos, Mama S., and I ran into him at the drinking place I frequent these days.
And then a chat with Pete, the garage manager, and a hello to the guy who runs the corner store at 15th and Valencia.
oh, and the weirdness abounds today - purveyorofchaos can't find her phone (somewhere at the warehouse, we're thinking), her vibrator (maybe confiscated from her checked luggage?) and there was a flat on the tire as we were biking up. we walked into my office and the door was unlocked, which freaked me out, but our office manager was here earlier, so it wasn't unlocked overnight, and it wasn't my fault. the day is just off in a good or bad way, depending.
tonight is dim sum in Chinatown. maybe I'll call Master Z and see if he wants to join.
also, do a youtube search for "o'reilly" and "san francisco values" - apparently, he declared that if Obama won, the rest of the US would turn into SF - imagine how much that would suck - one of the most beautiful cities in North America, with amazing art, theatre, opera, great clubs, wonderful food, awesome street fairs and one of the best urban parks in the US, where people are generally free to do as they wish and there is an emphasis on fairness and equality and people are engaged in the community around them. whoa, that would really suck (the government's corrupt everywhere, so that wouldn't be different, would it?).
hope you are all having a lovely November, like we are here - although I miss the thought of having a real fall, at least the temperature decrease is moderate here. |
|
|
| on a sunny weekend in San Francisco |
[Nov. 17th, 2008|01:47 pm] |
I... went to San Mateo to get a new desk.
I walked around Golden Gate Park like a good SF denizen that I am, walking to the waterfall above Stow Lake and looking at the beautiful views of the city it offers.
I drank with philosophers and discussed nothing highly philosophical.
I also started reading "A Woman in Berlin", which is the diary of a woman who lived through the days of the fall of Berlin and the aftermath. It is scary to me because it is so real, and I understand the character so much - she was no Nazi, but an educated, 'second-string intelligentsia' (her words, not mine) who was well-traveled, and who was still single in her mid-thirties. Her reflections on the world are from the perspective of one I relate to, and it is truly horrifying the after-effects of war on a population.
The thing that struck me from a cultural/historical point of view: she talks about how people did not blatantly speak about everything, even in Berlin, before the war, but that now the war had ended, the pretense of respectability was lost, and everything came out into the open and was discussed. Berliners are about the most candid people on earth (that I have ever met), and although they, too, have their trappings (even having breakfast with punks in Berlin has more class and ritual than a middle-class dinner party in America), but they are open and willing to discuss pretty much anything. There is no saying one thing and doing another. The aftermath of war, it seems, had stripped out their energy for lying to themselves, and something of that, I think, still lingers in the city that I lived in. |
|
|
| it's in the air |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|12:39 am] |
last night, as Mama Shaz and I hung out at the woefully shitty Latin American club (I swear Martin is the only Latin American that goes into the place), she said that it was the full moon.
No, it's in the air, or it wouldn't be so widespread.
Needless to say, I'm dragging my butt out of bed early to go protest prop 8. If you care about civil rights, go fucking join the protest that I must be going on in your city too if you live in a city (Austin is having one Saturday at 12:30 at City Hall, SF's is at 10:30 tomorrow at City Hall). Prop 8 passed, but I think this is a battle that has only just begun, and go out and speak up for the right of the people you love to have the same rights you do (we all love clarkk and inqueery right - I sure as fucking hell do because they are the most awesome travel companions and two of the nicest god-damned people I've ever known in my life). Remember this is not a battle for some trivial issue, but truly an issue of equality for people you know and care about, and an issue that must be fought for and won, no matter what. |
|
|
| like everyone else... |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|02:16 pm] |
I'll comment on the elections.
I watched the returns with desanto, a couple bottles of wine and a Goat Hill pizza (the cheese problems finally cleared up a month or so ago). When CBS announced 'president-elect Barack Obama', I toasted. The end, finally, of thirty years of uber-centrist politics in the US. Of conservative retardation. I don't think this is a cure, but maybe, hopefully, a turn around. Maybe people will go out and do things beyond a vote, because really societies are made or broken on the willingness of the people who live in them to make a society.
I'm sure my brothers are displeased. I don't care. It says something that when people who aren't white go out to vote, a massive political windchange comes along.
Prop 8 passed, which sucks, of course. But maybe the people running the anti-prop 8 should have been less it's 'unfair and wrong' (a shitty slogan) and fought back with reinforcing the fact that it was a civil liberty at stake. I hope during the next election, mayor metrosexual stays at home, and lets more human and approachable people lead the fight. |
|
|
| to celebrate this holiday |
[Oct. 31st, 2008|07:05 am] |
I am going to dress up as a cat - I am lazy, and I have black clothes. Ears, tail and whiskers are easy to do.
Enjoy your evening - go have fun, and dress up (even if it's just gluing a bagel to your head). |
|
|
| occupational hazards of the female sysadmin |
[Oct. 29th, 2008|12:58 pm] |
Do you know how much it hurts to have one of these dropped on your pinky finger because the guy in the data center is looking at your breasts instead paying attention to the 40+ pound server he is helping you with?
At least he was pretty hot :) |
|
|
| yes, I am sure you are as tired of it as I am... |
[Oct. 27th, 2008|11:55 am] |
the election, but I read a rant so beautiful today, a rant that I truly admire against the ignorant moose-eater from Alaska.
I am personally hoping for at least a cease-fire in the culture wars for awhile, now that the Bible thumping ignoramus assholes will get turned out of the capital for at least a couple of years. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
