Road Zen

I love my commute, most days. I ride my bike down to the water, take the ferry over, and repeat at the end of the day with the added bonus of enjoying a beer in the sun on the top deck. Some days I have to drive, and if I can bring Boonie dog in...

Turning my friends into ghosts

Birthdays don't do much for me. It seems a bit silly to celebrate something I didn't really have much of a hand in, except for showing up. More than that, I hate the pressure to have a good time. People seem truly disappointed if I don't jump up and down with joy when they wish...

Nowhere, no mind

I've got nothing. Very little energy, and nothing to write about. Rather than try to force something out, which would feel a bit like sticking my finger down my throat and wiggling it right now, I'll just leave you with a beautiful sunrise over the Oakland cranes.

Pickin’ it back up…

Right, November stank. Sorry NaNoWriMo, even your gloriousness (and you are glorious) could not improve the month. 12 hour days at work were the norm. Friends got broken, hit by cars, diagnosed with awfulness. Hospital visits were plentiful. Today's a brand new day. Okay, actually yesterday was, but I was too busy yesterday to post....

Halloween Proper

I'm going to work backwards. Tonight, I went to an awesome party with amazing costumes (including an Athena and a picnic table), but I had to cut it short because I was ravaged from the rest of my weekend. Before that, I finally managed to carve my pumpkins while watching the Giants whup some tail....

Stuck in the heat

Oh man, am I jealous. Sister Rachael is gallivanting about NY and staying in the cutest hotel ever. I have not traveled in so, so long. In fact, I keep doing things that are pretty much the opposite of traveling. Sinking roots deep into the ground. Signing long-term leases. Buying fancy beds. Purchasing a niche....

In the Park

Patti Smith 6, originally uploaded by jujuwiz. I wanted to write a nice, long, happy post. That's not going to happen. The calm that I found this weekend has dissipated, within hours of getting to work. What I need is a flipping vacation. And a valium. Until then, please appreciate this photo of the super-awesome...

On the field. Any field.

"Sport," unless it was used in a wry, british way, was pretty much a bad word in the house I grew up in. We were slightly roly-poly bookworms, and while swimming and walking around the lake were seen as sensible forms of exercise, jogging was looked at with suspicion, and organized sports just outright flummoxed...

In a state of terror and excitement

Oh my gosh. I clicked send. I have officially tendered my official notice to my landlord. And tomorrow, I officially sign a lease on a new San Francisco apartment. I'm happy. Really. Okay, no I'm not. But I will be tomorrow, I swear! Once I sign the lease and make that jump, I'll be just...

In the Tourist Capital of the West

My last post was a happy list, made to remind me of good things. Yes, I posted the things that bug me as well, but each one of those bugging things was canceled out by a happy thing. It worked. That day. Today I'm back to being annoyed. I'm pretty sure it's me, at this...