Sunset over the Bay

Sunset came and the flight of gulls stopped me in my tracks.

A congregation paused to see...

... the pink and yellow haze that held us for a moment before the night.

Random post

It's raining... so I played with photoshop today... look I'm under the ocean... and my skin is perfect!



Ah, sorry nothing exciting to post today, but I'm tired of the old photos being at the top.

a winter sigh

What happens when I have much more time than money on my hands;

My room explodes

My closet becomes organized

My socks get darned (again)

My friends' clothes get fixed
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I cook more... and spend time wondering if I've ever seen carrots with holes through them before...


I'm planning on painting my walls (on the landlady's dime), sending out resumes to new people, and actually making my own clothes (which is something I claim that I never do). Shaggy is coming to visit me next week but fortunately he is just as poor as I am, so I think there will be redwoods hiked in, beaches combed, windows shopped and DVD's watched...

It's really not so bad. Everything is slow, like I'm in a hibernation. I have time to reflect on where I'm going, what I'm doing and how to improve. I get the chance to reorganize and rest. During these slow patches my taxes get filled out, my paperwork is purged and I get the chance to read all of the scripts for plays I'll be working on in the coming months.
Time seems to slow down especially on the dreary rainy days that fill the early months of the year. I actually pine for the next tech crunch and the next deadline that makes me want to scream. I get anxious that things will always stay like this but I must remind myself that the spring will come, the frosts will melt and the meadows will be filled with flowers again as they are every year. By the time this year's holiday season rolls around this slow season will seam like a distant dream until it turns the corner back into another wintery lull and I sigh deeply as I do now.

Stinky swans

I have been fortunate this week to find a little work. I've been helping with the final push towards tech and opening of Swan Lake as a stitcher. If you want to get an idea of what my job was like today you can do this simple experiment;






1. find a really old shirt that has been worn so many times that the body odor is never coming out.
2. turn on your iron with lots of steam
3. iron the arm pits, steam and take a deep breath

Now imagine doing that all day with the whole room full of stinky shirts.

I'm beat! But I'm grateful to be breathing fresh air now.

Super Tuesday!!!

I don't like to discuss politics but today I will keep it brief...



Don't forget to vote.

I h8 txting!

Y do I h8 txting? I despise wasting time searching for the correct letter on the keypad of my phone. I hate how long it takes to type a single word because each key represents three or four letters. I hate that it reduces language into the most easily abbreviated words and boils down personalities into :) :p :( smilies... I loathe that it allows people to be fully false about how funny things are, and dismissive of when things are upsetting or sad. Instead of the joy of listening to your friend's unique laughter, all you get is "lol" (Laugh out Loud) or one that makes my skin crawl; "roflmao" (rolling on floor, laughing my ass off) which is most frequently false. " Rolling on the floor" sort of laughter is so rare that it is beyond cheap to even have a full abbreviation for it. I dislike that it allows people to be distracted at any given moment; in the car, at dinner, at the theater, at the movies... Texting becomes a substitute for making any time for people because you can slide in "attention" while you're commuting or doing something else. It is impersonal, inefficient, and irritating. That my friends is my official stand on why I hate texting.


... and now for your amusement...