here i am

Okay - I'm alive! I made it out of academic quarantine, I got my work done, and I'm freeeeee! So now more will be revealed. I promise. Thanks for waiting, dear friends. All 4 of you! But first, many dishes must be washed and many stairs vacuumed and many clothes put away and the like. However, I will leave you with these few morsels to tide you over in the meantime: 1. Dating suddenly starts to do the complete opposite of sucking! 2. I did it! I ran the whole 30 minutes (almost 3 miles) straight!!!!!!!!!!!! 3. This site TOTALLY kicks ass. 4. I'm dancing around in the kitchen in my underwear to The Chambers Brothers, and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it! M

So I was sitting with my tired feet being gurgled in the bubbling jets of a cheap vietnamese manicure shop pedicure chair when I look over to see some preppie chick giving the pedicure girl a hard time. She was apparently unhappy with the level of exfoliation her stupid tootsies had recieved. Fine. Well, first of all, you are paying for what is the equivalent of a happy meal in the scheme of the grand pedicure menu, bitch, so what do you want? But beyond that ... Her tone was so disdainful and contemptuous, and the pedicure gal handled it so graciously ... Just looking at her sitting there at the feet of this ho-bag, massaging her callouses with the pumice stone one more time, trying to get it right, to make the girl happy, I was SHAKING in anger by the time the whole scene played out and the check was practically THROWN at the poor woman. SHAKING. I mean, okay - you're unhappy with the services you received. You complain. Acceptable. Fine. But for fuck's sake you can speak to ...

1. Periodically throughout my life, I've been utterly freaked out by the concept of fruit flies. Where do they come from? Are they just hiding somewhere all along - like giant robot alien machines, buried secretly and awaiting activation by the proper conditions? Yeeeeeachhhh. 3. I have a lovely little wooden rainbow pinwheel standing in the pot of one of the plants that's sitting on the bookshelf below the window in the room that is my office/sunroom. I must've put it in just the right place last time I dusted or whatever because at the moment, it is a spiiiinnnnnin'! It's really pretty and it makes me smile. What nice sight to wake up to. 4. The reason you haven't heard any whiny laundromat sagas lately is because I've decided to start sending it out. I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid it would make me sound way too bourgie. 5. I'm not - I'm totally not, you have to trust me. 6. I just hate doing laundry with a passion that s...

I kick major ass. I just have to say. I ran today. I ran a lot. And then something priceless and extraordinary happened. It went like this: I ran a lot, I ran my goal. I made my goal, and it was time to rest (and I could finally stop barking into my own inner ear, "You can rest when you're dead, soldier!") - and time to put hands on thighs and slow to a walk and pant and wipe the sweat from my brow, exhilirated and pumped and a little more proud than is humble at having reached my goal. It was time for that, but I didn't stop and do all that. I just kept going. And going. And going. And all of the sudden I was just running because I love it. No more pushing myself. No more watch checking. No more second counting and convincing and enduring and triumphing. Just running. I found the fabled 'zone.' Hot damn! M

Okay ... so Asia tagged me a gajillion eons ago and I finally got around to doing this thingy (procrastination, anyone?) - I'm just doing it off the top of my head - ask me tomorrow and the answers may well have changed. You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451. Which book do you want to be? This is tricky. I think I’d have to say I’d need to be … The Communist Manifesto! Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Why, Holden Caulfield, of course! (Then I actually ended up dating him in college – that didn’t end up so well, as you might imagine.) The last book you bought is? It's been a while since I've bought any books - I tend to not want to collect books unless I know I'll read them again and again. My most recent purchases, however: Conscious Breathing by Gay Hendricks, PhD. (changed my life) Living to Tell the Tale (first volume of Garcia Marquez' memoirs) Panther in the Basement by Amos Oz. What are you currently reading? Vol...

Also, I ended up going to see War of the Worlds last night. It was Spielberg. It was War of the Worlds. It was what one might expect of the juxtaposition of the two. I can't really think of anything more profound or revealing to say about it. He wasn't in love. It was no Close Encounters. But it's worth seeing. The aliens are good. Cruise has a line in the first scene that can so easily be construed as being about his own personal life that I was sitting there cracking up heartily in the middle of the darkened, silent theater. It was embarrassing and really hilarious all at once. I got the giggles and almost couldn't stop. M

I've been busy doing lots of stuff lately, but unfortunately none of it is stuff I really, really, really need to be doing. I have seriously little time to get a lot of work done before a deadline, and for some reason I'm in denial about it. Utter denial. I keep thinking something will just jolt me out of it somehow. But no, it doesn't happen. But it will. Right? Won't it? Anyway ... I've been busy sending press releases and making flyers and having meetings about Bill of Rights stuff, so that's good. I mean, it's important work too. It's just ... not ... homework. But won't I get extra credit if I save the world? Oh well ... and I ran, and ran an ran an ran today. And that felt good. But I had to dodge lots of firecrackers and happy slurpy dumb puppies and together-y families and barbecue smoke and my own heavy sense of alone-ness. Dammit. Stupid holidays anyway. There's a 5K tomorrow ... and I was thinking of doing it ... but I don'...