1. on sunday gigi and i went for a run and got sketched out by springwater corridor (again) so we ran into milwaukie. it was like we had taken a wrong turn and ended up in the suburbs of L.A.-- there is still a city vibe, but everyone is driving instead of walking or biking and there are tons of trees. i thought we were headed away from the storm that was coming, but on 70-something and king street, we were pummeled by raindrops. it was like getting slapped by hundreds of undersized goldfish. i couldn't see a thing and there were people standing on the balconies of their apartments watching the lightning hit the hills. looking into those apartments, with the toy-sized dogs and giant t.v. screens, made me happy, like the residents were living a different kind of life from mine. i hoped they were enjoying all the stouffer's mac and cheese that i am too paranoid to eat now. and it made me even happier to think of how i must seem crazy to them.
2. there were sign language interpreters at the billy idol show! they signed all of the lyrics for the deaf people in the audience. what a cool job!
xo
p.s. the other day keith and i were cheese shopping.
he: what about that one?
me: it isn't organic, though.
he: (pouty) man, i'm sick of organic!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
ups & downs
today was all over the map for me. i cannot divulge the biggest news of the day just yet, but when i do, hats will be flying through the air like mary tyler moore's. suspense, dear readers, makes the blog-o-sphere go 'round.
i recognized today that i am not going with my instincts with my revisions in writing -- i had a meeting with my ex-professor that was disheartening. (and when i say disheartening, i mean i am psycho-sensitive. and when i say psycho-sensitive, i mean i am not great at taking criticism.) i revised the fuck out of my work and didn't believe in what i was doing and of course it didn't pan out.
it's so hard to know when to stick to your guns and when not to! is that what i am meant to be learning here?
i then ran four shitty miles at the gym, which is the only place lately where i am not being chased by scary dogs who want to tear my sneakers and my dog to bits.
in thinking about last night with bob, i realised that it was just like old times in the best way (not in the we-are-subsisting-on-day-old-pastries kind of way). he has reestablished himself as essential in my life with the tenacity of a barnacle: so funny and fun and inspiring and smart and sassy. (is it ok to call a man sassy?) he is proposing a 33&1/3 concept soon so cross yr fingers that they see his greatness. go, bob, go.
xo
i recognized today that i am not going with my instincts with my revisions in writing -- i had a meeting with my ex-professor that was disheartening. (and when i say disheartening, i mean i am psycho-sensitive. and when i say psycho-sensitive, i mean i am not great at taking criticism.) i revised the fuck out of my work and didn't believe in what i was doing and of course it didn't pan out.
it's so hard to know when to stick to your guns and when not to! is that what i am meant to be learning here?
i then ran four shitty miles at the gym, which is the only place lately where i am not being chased by scary dogs who want to tear my sneakers and my dog to bits.
in thinking about last night with bob, i realised that it was just like old times in the best way (not in the we-are-subsisting-on-day-old-pastries kind of way). he has reestablished himself as essential in my life with the tenacity of a barnacle: so funny and fun and inspiring and smart and sassy. (is it ok to call a man sassy?) he is proposing a 33&1/3 concept soon so cross yr fingers that they see his greatness. go, bob, go.
xo
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