Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Friendly Postcard Project

Today I decided I should embark upon the "Friendly Postcard Project." This will entail me sending a postcard to every friend I can get a address for. I want to re-invigorate my social connections. I think it will highlight positivity in my life, and it will just be fun. I don't set my goals high that it will happen or many will get sent out, but it's worth a shot, esp. if I get through a dozen. That will be an accomplishment.

If you want one, send me your address. I'd be happy to oblige.

Friday, February 24, 2006

grits and shrimp recipe



I went to the SFMOMA yesterday. It was nice to think about the notions of process, of self perception, and portrayal. The Kiki Smith exhibit was long gone, and I was way sad. I heard so much about her pieces, particularly one sculpture involving a poo tail. It was still cool to see the Chuck Close portraits in person, having seen so many photos of them before.

It made me want to do art, but the dishes called when I got home, and I was just 100% exhausted from the last few days, ribs still sore from oblique toning exercises, and general doing too much. Sometimes I wonder why I go through the pain of core strengthening in yoga. I only go once a week anyway, so I'm never really going to build up any real muscle in that region, just pain. ha ha.

i realized much of my frenzy lately is just a vain attempt to replace s. At the same time, I don't want to let him have broken me. It wasn't even anything real, but I haven't felt chemistry like that in close to a year and a half. I resent thinking I will have to wait that long to meet someone, anyone, and worse, not having sex for that long again.

This might be to my benefit to date right now. When my heart is open, I get myself into trouble. So my being on the defensive might be able to get my overly sensitive self through the initial temptation of talking about my feelings. Or it might make me incredibly dull.

Hopeless in many senses.

Meet your 45 yr. old single friend.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Morning of Today

I started reading Everything is Illuminated on the train to work. I am determined to do more reading during my transit time. The dislocation from reality would do me good.

Speaking of dislocation, I've been thinking about reading Charles D'Ambrosio a lot lately. He seems to experience pain and alienation in a very specific way that I could relate to right now. Previously, I had a hard time relating; it was so hard edged, and impenentrable. Location/Dislocation is a beautiful binary to meditate on.

I want to be less afraid to write. If I have to be the girl who writes endlessly about love, than I need to not fear the criticism and just do it. Here begins my chronicle, possibly.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Dog Park, Desperate Housewives

Chrissy, Derrick and I went in search of a dog park in San Bruno that has awesome views, particularly a nice view of that odd "South San Francisco The Industrial City" sign in the hills. We found the park. It was deserted and closed down. We were still able to enter the park, but technically, we weren't supposed to be there. Biscuit ran around, searching the perimeter for escape, and I made daisy chains. (see photos). The park was behind a closed down school. Very suburban. It was a grassy space behind the school with a baseball field, and this enclosure for dogs. It was the kind of place I would have gone to make out with boys in jr.high/high school, and the sort of place I would have gone to just walk through in elementary school.

It made me think of fooling around with Shane when I was in high school. There was this amazing field of weeds over 3 ft high, and we snuck back there to roll around where no one could see us. I remember regretting the incident for a few years after it, but now I think of it as this weird other worldly, and amazing memory. Both pastoral, and suburban simultaneously. I wish there were more open spaces like that in the middle of developed areas.

Later, we went home and watched 6 hours of Desperate Housewives. I had some revelation about life while watching it but I forgot. I haven't had such an intense DVD tv marathon in quite awhile. While it was enjoyable, I am happy to report that I no longer derive the same pleasure from it that I used to, and I feel less tempted to spend gross amounts of time absorbing all that dramatic contingency.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Blonde Readhead @ Alladin Theatre. Probably 2001. This is my first experiment with posting from the Hello program. Pretty cool. It seems like it would be pretty easy to send a photo from a live conversation to the blog. Neato.  Posted by Picasa

Grandma Mitchell @ 85 Posted by Picasa

Collage done about 6 months ago. The fellow on the left looks "harried." Posted by Picasa

Amazing biscuit recipe

1 cup all purpose flour
1 cup cake flour (very important)
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
8 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut in 1/4 inch cubes or grated when cold.
3/4 cup cold buttermilk

Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Blend all dry ingredients. Scatter butter on top and combine with mixer. Stir in buttermilk with a rubber spatula until a soft, slight sticky dough ball forms.

Put the dough ball on a floured counter. Use a sharp knife to cut dough into 12 pieces. Shape each piece into a ball and place on ungreased baking sheet.

Bake dough balls 10 -12 mins. until they become golden brown biscuits.

Eat with butter, jam, gravy, and joy.

** paraphrased from America's Test Kitchen cookbook.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Hello blogger!

Hi everyone,

This is going to be my new blog to experiment with more fun and tech-positive ways of communication. I salute you, and hope you will stop by soon.

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