| .a.poem.for.your.lost.communication.device.. |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|08:37 pm] |
There once was a man with his phone,
Who one day left him all alone.
He searched far and wide,
Outdoors and inside,
But the phone had left him to roam.
He had no way to call his Boo,
And she couldn’t get a hold of him too.
She sent him a pigeon,
To let him know that she misses him,
But all the bird said was, “Coo!” |
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| .what.comes.is.better.than.what.came.before.. |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|04:16 pm] |
I think that's is just wonderful, yet quite saddening that every boy I had a crush on from elementary school to middle school is no longer attractive at all. In fact, they're all quite awful (pretty much.)
Small triumphs people, small triumphs.
I'm guessing that once anyone hits the age of 24 years they either acheive some out-of-this-world hotness and confidence OR they run smack into the terribly unattractive and uninspired wall. I know that this is just me being petty to feel better about all of the brutal un-lovin's back in my more formative years, but I'm honestly quite shocked at the miniscule ratio of esteem-worthy men who have grown from such esteem-worthy boys. |
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| .while.you.wait.for.the.others.. |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|09:32 am] |
Christina: You can’t fight fire with fire. It will only make a bigger fire. Rachel: Not when you’re burning a bridge. My coworkers, ladies and gentlemen. |
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| .then.i'd.want.you.more.. |
[Oct. 12th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
Don't ever take for granted that I carry an elephant's weight of tiny regrets tied to leaving San Francisco and everything behind.
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| .that's.what.friends.are.for.. |
[Oct. 11th, 2008|02:31 pm] |
Ah, life in the UK. I've had a positively radiant week.
It began with a celebration and a heart pounding goodbye at a rail station. Then it picked up midweek with a little Guitar Hero training, homemade Mexican food, and a good night dancing and prancing at Milkbar.
Then I was swept away to London town with magical people who bring music and happiness to all. I stayed at an absolutely enchanting home with the family Dalton. I spent the evening shimmying my butt off at Dancing in the Dust near Camden, and enjoyed many terrific conversations, meetings and libations. I spent all day yesterday learning the joys of Nurofen Plus and rope swings and basking in lovely British hospitality.
Things are really shaping up here.
I start my job at Radio Norwich on Wednesday, which, is almost the punchline to a joke itself, but on top of that I'll be tagging along during my first shift at Norfolk's Dinosaur Adventure Park. Hilarious.
I'll keep you up to date.
<3 |
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| .silencio.. |
[Sep. 28th, 2008|04:36 pm] |
This is an image that I had considered to be lost to the ages.
I randomly found a greeting card on my travels in NYC a few years ago with this charming cartoon printed onto it. I haven't seen a whisper of it since, yet it had stumbled into my life again today and I thought that I could share it with all of you.
“I don’t care if she is a tape dispenser. I love her.”
By S. Gross Published in The New Yorker November 30, 1998.
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| .girl.inform.me.. |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|12:20 pm] |
Best. Present. Ever.
Not only are they beautiful vintage glasses, from a dear friend of mine, but they were featured on none other than the CuteOverload.com!
Chris, you're the best cheer up pawdnah a gal could ever have. <3 |
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| .the.worst.thing.to.happen.to.me.yet.. |
[Aug. 24th, 2008|08:30 pm] |
The past few weeks have been detrimental not only to my mental, physical, but monetary health.
I was robbed. Twice.
2 weeks ago my car was broken into, as in a bloody show with glass everywhere. Items missing: My lifeline (my ipod), accessories to play said pod in my car, and my graduation present from my dear friend Collin - a Toronado sweatshirt. ... Bastards. I cursed the skies after the occurrence, but you know what, I got over it. Tough skin. I decided that I can't really function without music being pumped 24/7 in my ears, but I would, because any large purchases would rapidly diminish my moving to England funds (which will be in full use in 17 days when I fly out.)
This was just the beginning of shitty, shitty lameness.
Last Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning I was held at gunpoint on the street. Not only did they take my purse (vintage, orange and glorious -- and full of every other monetary item I actually cared about: wallet, card case with cards, digital camera, cadillac red lipstick, bus pass, etc.) but after snatching my items, the scum decided to beat me 5 times with the butt of the automatic. After realizing that I was losing too much blood, my friend (who luckily wasn't hurt what-so-ever in the ordeal) phoned an ambulance and I was sent to spend several hours in the ER. I needed 5 stitches to sew my scalp back together, and I sustained several deep tissue bruises around the laceration and on my shoulder. The dickhole clocked me good.
I have been bed-ridden since, and too nauseous and woozy to do much more than stand for a few minutes and collapse back down into ginger ale and Daria-marathon-time. No work is making Jane feel like a lame, useless, depressive, blob to say the least.
As an atheist, and devout unbeliever in the mystics or the fates, I'm posing a conundrum to my dear LJ friends. To whom do I shake my fists at? To whom do I blame this terrible and frightful and painful and unexplained experience on? I have no deity to curse. I have no belief in karma to assume that "I had the bad mojo coming". And I'm too strong of a person to ultimately blame myself for what happened. I just want to know where I can outlet my extreme displeasure and confusion about this event at.
I have 17 days to make the most of my time in California, and a part of me just wants to give up under the pressure of reports and forms and give into my weakened physical state. But, I won't. It's just so discouraging to lose so much, and know that there is nothing that will bring it back. That not only must I suck up the physical and mental side effects of these occurrences, but I have to suck up the monetary ones as well.
I just wish that the fates didn't feel like pissing in my Cheerios all the time.
PS. And a word to the already wise readers: these things do happen on well-lit streets, with witnesses, and even when you have another person by your side. Just be careful, my little jewel-babies. <3 |
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| .transatlanticism.. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|12:14 pm] |
Flight# BMI 4472
Arrives Sept. 12, 2008 Heathrow International Airport
... England, here I come. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|12:45 am] |
Friday, July 18, 2008 Bethel Island Post Office:
The Always Quiet and Brooding Postmaster: I saw you on TV!
Me: Really?
TAQABP: On the news! I've never seen a person I know on TV before!
Me: Was it about Mayor Gavin Newsom running for governor?
TAQABP: Yeah, yeah! And guys getting married to eachother too!
Me: Yeah, I'm glad that it actually aired, I--
TAQABP: I've got nothing against that marriage stuff -- marry who ever you want! Man, I couldn't believe
that I knew someone and then they were on TV! I told your dad the last time he came in.
Me: ...Awesome.
Check out the Channel 5 report here. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|02:25 pm] |
Though the below article is swell and all, Chris aptly pointed out that they were missing a bit of information:
"Hot mess Ashleyanne Krigbaum, an employee of Women's Independent Cinema,
said that Newsom's speech was "a kick ass move towards a more modern and liberal California."
Last week's announcement of Mayor Gavin Newsom's advisory committee for a possible gubernatorial run came just before embarkation for a party for Women's Independent Cinema, a for-profit women-oriented film club co-founded by mayoral sweetie Jennifer Siebel. She was supposed to host this Presidio Social Club shindig, along with WIC co-founder Margaret Ryan and His Honor.
As we primped for the party, the TV news said the mayor would be making a speech about his plans in a few minutes. Why this the night of his fiancee's wingding? I wondered. But there I go, just like a woman, doubting the motives of the man.
But when we arrived, the mayor had been cast in the role of rescuing hero. Siebel was held up in Los Angeles shooting "Life." And because he's such a supportive mate, said Mayoral Best Friend Lori Puccinelli Stern, the PR person representing WIC, he would fill in for Siebel at the event.
(How WIC works: Members pay a minimum of $21 a month to receive a DVD with four films, by/for/about/starring women. The company aims "to get women's films out to the general public," said Ryan. A portion of the membership fees go to support like-minded foundations; the first beneficiary is the International Museum of Women.)
The mayor arrived and sat down in front of a camera with NBC11 newswoman Jessica Aguirre to discuss his aspirations. As the party crowd pressed around to gawk at this spectacle, he crossed his legs and knotted his fingers, responding to questions with utter concentration. I awaited my turn in the sound-bite derby.
His people had already talked with The Chronicle about the political decision, so that would be covered elsewhere. As to his pinch-hitting, "It's backwards," he said. "But it's part of her message of empowerment. ... The spouse has a job to do as well, to show up where I can most be used."
Having flung aloft the "empowerment" word, the mayor - who had in his pocket a list of talking points he said were from Siebel - got going on the PR/political path. "It's an honor to be supporting gender equality. ... In my own backyard, there's a need to elevate the push for gender equality." Repeating this theme in his speech later, he smoothly turned personal chitchat about filling in for Siebel into a noble statement of policy: "Women are raising bars, but we're not out of the woods yet."
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Read the entire SF Chronicle article about my new company, WI Cinema, here. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 22nd, 2008|12:54 pm] |
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
We must carry it with us or we find it not.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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| .and.i.want.all.the.world.to.see.we've.met.. |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|12:31 am] |
JOEL
(calling after her)
I really should go. I really need to
catch my ride.
VOICE-OVER
I didn't want to go. I was too nervous.
I thought, maybe you were a nut. But you
were exciting.
CLEMENTINE (CONT'D)
I wish you had stayed.
JOEL
I wish I had stayed too.
Now, I wish I had stayed.
I wish I had done a lot of things; I wish I had... (nods) I wish I had stayed. I do.
CLEMENTINE
Well, I came downstairs and you were gone.
JOEL
I did. I walked out the door.
CLEMENTINE
Why?
JOEL
I dunno. I felt like a scared little kid. It was like it was above my head. I dunno.
CLEMENTINE
You were scared?
JOEL
Yeah! I thought you knew that about me. I ran
back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my
humiliation.
CLEMENTINE
Was it something I said?
JOEL
Yeah. You said, "so go" with such
disdain.
CLEMENTINE
Oh, I'm sorry.
JOEL
It's ok.
CLEMENTINE (CONT'D)
(poking her head downstairs)
Joely, what if you stay this time?
JOEL
I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
CLEMENTINE
Come back and make up a good-bye at
least. Let's pretend we had one. |
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| .bang.your.box. |
[Feb. 5th, 2008|01:49 am] |
Guess who's back. Back Again.
Tell all your friends this time around. |
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