Sunday, September 12, 2010
Old Steno Notebooks
Friday, June 11, 2010
San Francisco
In San Francisco the weather is gray and moist. Krista's apartment is stuffy and we open a round window. It's not the frame but the actual glass that is round. "Be careful, " she says, as it's opened. "My landlord says these are really expensive." The window faces the street. The apartment is on a hill. "We are across from a rehab place, not like drugs, but like injuries, and it can be noisy all night with ambulances and trucks backing up." She sleeps with ear plugs.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Saving Lives, One Blog Post at a Time
It would have been cool to skip school and go bowling. Too late now.
And from a post about Tara's wedding, which I was TOTALLY hungover at. The bachlorette party consisted of Tara and I drinking vodka tonics out of big plastic cups and smoking cigarettes:
I don't know half the people there but while outside smoking two gay guys (groom's side), go ga-ga for my eyes.
"They're so clear," one says.
"it's like i can see...i can see...tomorrow," says the other.
"you're different," they tell me. "you're different than those other people in there. you're mature. you're supposed to be an actress."
why do gay guys always think i should be an actress?
While bumming around on the Facebook I followed a link to the blog of another teacher at one of the studios I work at. The blog was all about loving God and being a mom. (sing song)BOR-RING.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Disappointment, Starring the Babysitters Club
After realizing that I hadn't read Babysitters Club Super Special #9: Starring the Babysitters Club!, I ordered in off Amazon and it arrived in the mail yesterday. It was a great mail day. So last night I got cozy in bed and started reading it. First bummer: The book starts with Jessi's narration. She's one of my least favorite characters. Even though she and Mallory are like totally for sure in the club I always think their problems are juvenile because they are only 11. They aren't even teenagers. In some areas of the country they wouldn't even be in middle school, they'd still be in grade school. Maybe because of starting out less than stellar I was having trouble over-looking the absolute awfulness of the story. I didn't even get to the second page before I was sick of the formulaic writing of the book. I know! That's what they're all about, but for whatever reason I just couldn't handle it last night. Ann M. Martin uses parentheses too much and always in the same spot. The narrating character says how she and her friends are part of this club called the Babysitters Club, or the BSC, and they in parentheses she goes-- (more about that later). She does it in every book. I think I was imagining reading the "more" part and knew that I could recite the function of the BSC in my sleep. I am surprised at myself. I never thought I'd see the day where I would get sick of these books.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Work it Out Workshop
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Old Friends
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Road is My Home
A few days ago I was following a UPS truck and they pulled over in front of Vernon Elementary school hitting the branches of a cherry tree in full bloom, causing the petals of the blossoms to fly through the air and to the ground, like confetti. It was the most beautiful thing I saw that day.