As I was sitting on BART playing monopoly on my phone like normal, a stranger sat next to me. As I approached my stop, he opened his bag and pulled out cologne. My initial thought, "I like to get ready on BART too." But, out of nowhere he starts spraying his arm in my direction spraying his cologne all over me.
I looked up from my phone, wiped my arm and glared at him. He nonchalantly continued spraying the rest of himself so I threw my bag on the floor, grabbed his cologne and threw it at the floor shattering the bad smell of yesterday into a thousand pieces.
No, that's my Ally McBeal moment of what should have happened. What happened? I went back to playing Monopoly and watched him bolt out of the door as we pulled to the same stop.
If you decide to use public transportation as your bathroom, which I have to admit, I am no more innocent, at the very least keep your smells to yourself.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Points of Departure
" You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again." -- Tom Petty
Sometimes I work with children -- I never imagined myself hanging out with four year olds, but it has happened; to be honest they are refreshing. And, today one of them didn't want to say goodbye. It was the saddest thing ever. When I was little I had a friend who would never say goodbye, but "see you later". For them, it wasn't a goodbye, because we would see each other soon.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Ready to Peel?
My face is: burnt
After scratching my nose and dealing with stressful work phone conferences, I turned to the computer and remembered: everything I do is work related - my blogs, my emails, my life... Work, work, work. The scratchy feeling on my noise and no one to share it with except people that I call led to this: why did I stop blogging on this blog?
The random facts of me that no on else will really read, because let's be honest, no one reads this stuff except for super fans, friends, and crazy people that don't matter... Why stop?
How will I remember that today, my nose is burnt because I stood on my toes for about 3 hours attempting to see all the floats parade themselves down Market like they were all Leos? And as I watched I reminisced about how fun it was for me to be in the Hawaii Pride Parade as a radical cheerleader in '05?
If all went as planned, then next year my best friend is going to have her own float that is a topless bus, with yes, foam, bubbles and... details tba. But, here this blog re-begins, restarts, not a lie, but a change in direction, that is a change back to with a new face, a new direction.
Laughter and good times as I stood among the hundreds of supporters and thought to myself: I should have gone to the dyke parade because they were right! SF Pride has become a major commercial venue. But, what's so wrong with Google coming out on a float in support of Pride? As boundaries bleed, bend, and the activist floats few in numbers because everyone wants to simply smile, have a good time, and, wonder -- maybe not everyone, but someone out there must have wondered too -- why is it that a porn company has their own float at the parade when a majority of their videos are (regardless of what they say) targeted at a heterosexual audience, the conundrum today wasn't mine to solve...
And here it goes, a return to the beginning that once was as I touch my nose
to feel the skin peeling, a new face, still me, but something new, I smile to myself and think, this weekend was incredibly fun and I want to remember it, it among many memories, to share, to jot, not on paper, but in the digital word of diaries because someone out there is probably revisiting, restarting a blog a diary, a story, a novel, a writing process to say, "This is the story of my life".
And, as I re-read my blog as I always do, not to edit necessarily but to make sure that the blog spells out the ABCs of me in text...
I realize: Every time I meant to type "Nose" I wrote "Noise" -- and "$2,000 dollars later" I realize, I still don't know why but I guess I could blame it on my childhood like some friends do or I could simply say, sometimes we make big typos in our lives... And that could be a story of one's life, my life? The typo of the past few months: not hitting send to any journal entries on this blog -- only recording it all in my heart.
After scratching my nose and dealing with stressful work phone conferences, I turned to the computer and remembered: everything I do is work related - my blogs, my emails, my life... Work, work, work. The scratchy feeling on my noise and no one to share it with except people that I call led to this: why did I stop blogging on this blog?
The random facts of me that no on else will really read, because let's be honest, no one reads this stuff except for super fans, friends, and crazy people that don't matter... Why stop?
How will I remember that today, my nose is burnt because I stood on my toes for about 3 hours attempting to see all the floats parade themselves down Market like they were all Leos? And as I watched I reminisced about how fun it was for me to be in the Hawaii Pride Parade as a radical cheerleader in '05?
If all went as planned, then next year my best friend is going to have her own float that is a topless bus, with yes, foam, bubbles and... details tba. But, here this blog re-begins, restarts, not a lie, but a change in direction, that is a change back to with a new face, a new direction.
Laughter and good times as I stood among the hundreds of supporters and thought to myself: I should have gone to the dyke parade because they were right! SF Pride has become a major commercial venue. But, what's so wrong with Google coming out on a float in support of Pride? As boundaries bleed, bend, and the activist floats few in numbers because everyone wants to simply smile, have a good time, and, wonder -- maybe not everyone, but someone out there must have wondered too -- why is it that a porn company has their own float at the parade when a majority of their videos are (regardless of what they say) targeted at a heterosexual audience, the conundrum today wasn't mine to solve...
And here it goes, a return to the beginning that once was as I touch my nose
to feel the skin peeling, a new face, still me, but something new, I smile to myself and think, this weekend was incredibly fun and I want to remember it, it among many memories, to share, to jot, not on paper, but in the digital word of diaries because someone out there is probably revisiting, restarting a blog a diary, a story, a novel, a writing process to say, "This is the story of my life".
And, as I re-read my blog as I always do, not to edit necessarily but to make sure that the blog spells out the ABCs of me in text...
I realize: Every time I meant to type "Nose" I wrote "Noise" -- and "$2,000 dollars later" I realize, I still don't know why but I guess I could blame it on my childhood like some friends do or I could simply say, sometimes we make big typos in our lives... And that could be a story of one's life, my life? The typo of the past few months: not hitting send to any journal entries on this blog -- only recording it all in my heart.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Every End has a New Beginning
I am creature of the predictable, comfortable, habitual. Last year this time, I started this blog. It has been my tradition to end a blog and start a new one somewhere else every year. Thank you for joining me in this journey.
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