My ass has been well and thoroughly booted. I’ve taken this bikram yoga class four days in a row now, and after each one I stagger out of the room, scarlet of face and dripping of body, and proceed to stare blankly at the row of lockers, wondering where I am and what exactly just [...]
Bikram, the dude who likes to do yoga in 110 degree heat, says “Come every day for the next 2 months and I will give you a new body, a new life.” All I got from Hot Yoga: Day One was a wicked headache and another parking ticket to pay, but I remain ever the [...]
For all the effort I put into not being a complete jackass to myself, every day finds me dissatisfied with something – whether it’s the ratio between amount of time spent working to amount of time spent staring blankly at a crack in the wall, or the way I look in jeans this week. (Hello, [...]
1. Still hooked on Battlestar Galactica. Although I tend to get ornery when main characters hook up with secondary characters when they really should be with other main characters, the ones I am emotionally invested in. Yes, it’s the sacred duty of serialized television to spin the plot line out over multiple seasons and unfulfilled [...]
I don’t know who died, but the Baptist church across the street from my apartment is hopping. Cars are double-parked on one side of the street and blatantly in the street-cleaning zone on the other. (Do the orange funeral stickers exempt cars from parking tickets legally or just morally?) (The $500 in parking tickets I [...]
My poor, beleaguered Suzi. She’s on bed rest until I can figure out if I’m going to pay for the operation necessary to revive her or if she’s getting sold down the river. Suzi is my car, by the way. Suzi the Suzuki. She’s a good car, I’ve had her for nine years and my [...]
Details tend to elude me. I forget things. Not just after they’ve happened but often while they’re happening. This is a glamorous and otherwordly skill, one that tends to annoy postal clerks. So I want to be better about recording Awesome Things before they pass into the dusty annals of memory, memory I can’t access [...]
On Sunday I went to the annual Hunky Jesus competition and then danced on tables with drag queens and had my first Jello shot. This is apparently how we celebrate Easter in San Francisco. The schizophrenic weather forced the competition from Dolores Park into what looked like a high school gymnasium. If high school gymnasiums [...]
