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Month: January 2013

food for thought

food for thought

in an age where so much money is exchanged electronically, i don’t think it’s necessarily uncommon for a person to not have checkblanks.
so when i went to target to open a redcard debit account, i couldn’t because i didn’t have checkblanks. i had my account numbers, but no physical check. “no problem” they said. apply for the credit and have them change it over to debit once you get your physical card in the mail.
which i got today. called the number. guess what? i couldn’t do it. they need the physical check to do it.
come on target, i think it’s time to realize the highly electronic age in which we live.

haiku

haiku

january’s cold
the flow of humanity
days getting longer
edit:
january’s cold
people flow like molasses
but days get longer

schoolwork

schoolwork

i feel like i need to write a research paper for some reason. must be the numerous trips to the library lately.
anyway, i was thinking, if i were to write one, it would be on feminism and prince’s song “pussy control” hahahahaha that would be great.

tweedileedeet

tweedileedeet

know what i like about twitter? i follow an eclectic bunch: authors (gaiman, mckinley, etc.), comic artists (jeph jacques), star trek nerds (wilw, brent spiner), nerds in general (hank green), and THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER.
hank will tweet wil, wil will tweet jeph, mckinley retweets maureen johnson, gaiman tweets hank. it’s like this super secret elite famous-person club and i get to watch!
hm. that makes me a creeper.

low-carb

low-carb

everyone and their neighbor says low- or no-carb diets are the best for losing weight. so i present to you, my favorite no-carb dish:

mmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmm

fried up bacon pieces (half a package chopped up), broccoli, mushrooms, and cheese. how can you go wrong??
i normally pair it with steak, and since it’s definitely not grilling weather, i pan fried mine in olive oil and butter in my cast iron skillet.
Photo 2013-01-12 07.30.42 PM

hrm

hrm

i had my 6-month review on tuesday and now i’ve had 2 days to mull it over. hrrrrmmmm.
basically he said i need to take more initiative, speak up more, take the lead more. at one point i took his comments to tell me to stop smiling as much. good grief.
i hate leading crap when there is an obvious leader in the room. HATE it. but i can do it if worse comes to worse. and as i ruminated over his comments, i began to think that i was just annoyed with the fact that he wanted me to be less quiet and reserved. his words.
then i realized that i’m not annoyed at that. i’m annoyed because he has a problem with something is FUNDAMENTAL to who i am. quiet and reserved is a part of me – has been for 33 years, and since my life’s at least 1/3 over, i can say without much reservation that this won’t change, no matter how much he wants it to.
did he hire the wrong person? i don’t know. maybe. do i bring this up to him? if there’s one thing i’ve learned while working here the 7 months i have it’s that people do not expect you to stick around and loyalty is generally not that high. people bounce from position to position within the school quite a bit. maybe because ultimately you’re working for the state? i don’t know. either way, i think it would be within bounds to talk to him about this.
thoughts?

my first email

my first email

apparently i’ve run the well dry on childhood memories and have skipped over HS to college memories. maybe i’ll revisit HS when something relevant comes up (which, something just did since i was looking at basketball photos today, but that can be tomorrow).
i didn’t grow up with the internet. pfft, i barely grew up with computers. we had apple lisas in my gradeschool library where we played number munchers and oregon trail, then tried to learn keyboarding somewhat (michael steihm excelled – he had a computer at home).
then in jr. high, we had 5 macintoshes in the back of our english class which we would occasionally use, mostly recreationally. enter high school and my first exposure to windows 3.x. we used them quite a bit, but no computer at home and still no internet. i remember in my junior and senior year, you could go to the principal’s office and use the one machine that had a modem hooked up. i know a couple people did, but i think it was mostly to look at college websites.
enter college. suddenly i had the internet at my fingertips. and email. and all this stuff. and no one i knew had internet! waah what is a suddenly immersed tech person to do?? well, the gal next to me looked at me and said she didn’t have anyone to email either. so we emailed each other.
and that’s how i met melissa.

TMI Tuesday: 90s edition (read at your own risk)

TMI Tuesday: 90s edition (read at your own risk)

the tmi to inevitably come is not my own tmi. it is a witnessed tmi. so you have that to look forward to.
i think the first time i went to the gay 90s i was 20 years old. i was hovering between 19 and 20 and finally landed on 20 due to hazy memories that procure i was not living with angie at the time, which means it was either summertime or it was junior year in college. plus i was wearing a ’99 pinestock shirt. 20.
and even though i’d only been to the 90s once with angie, i will always associate it with her and branden. definitely branden.
the previous year, angie and i had taken to going to first street station (now rumrunners) on 18+ nights (thursdays?) because we were cool like that. a couple times branden drove up from hutch to join us. afterward we would go to the killer perkins and then go home. so when branden called and told me about the 90s in the cities, i was intrigued.
90s had 18+ on sunday nights, which was also their drag show night. being a sheltered central minnesotan, i was pretty pumped to see a drag show. so started a sunday night trend.
alas, angie didn’t join us again, but other people did. lisa, branden’s friend from pelican, megan, kerin, the gays, ben, liz (who subsequently got us kicked out and temporarily banned), random friends of lisa, and branden, always branden (TIL HE MOVED AWAY!! CURSE YOU TONTO!).
we went during the summer, fall, winter, spring. there was a parking lot 2 or 3 blocks away that served us well, but in wintertime it was an awful trip to the front door in your clubbing clothes (which, in those days, consisted of shiny pants and a tank top – at least i didn’t have cold legs). you waited in line and handed the bouncer your $5 to get in.
the point of going to the 90s, besides looking at the drag show (roxy marquis!!) and bopping up and down in the rave/electronic music dance room, was to people watch. a lot of straight people went to the 90s and it was always fun to see what interactions happened. then afterward, an inevitable trip to sex world, the porn store to end all porn stores.
there was the time i lost my keys (thank god someone actually found them on the floor and handed them to me as i was yelling at the bouncer who was attending the leaving crowds). there was the time branden went in/out the wrong door in the men’s bathroom and walked into an orgy of gay porn. there was the time roxy sang “beautiful people”. there was the time we ran into the gays post-fallout.
and THEN there was the TMI time.
the bathrooms on the first floor in the back of the rave room were pretty grody. i didn’t know where any other bathrooms were for a long time, so that was the one i went to for probably 75% of my trips to the 90s. the walls were graffiti’d and gross, the lighting was dim, the floors wet and soupy, and toward the end of the night the toilets were always clogged. ugh.
so me and my girl(s) (who it was at the time, i’m not 100% – probably lisa and megan) went to use the bathroom. we waited in line. got to the front. i stepped into my stall and locked the door behind me, ready to behold the clogged toilet.
and clogged it was — with lady sex juices!! ack! sitting there on top of the mass of floating toilet paper in stagnant pee-colored water was a wad of TP with huge chunk of lube shining in the dim light.
well, someone was getting lucky tonight.
i put a square of TP over it, did my business, and got out of there. i didn’t tell anyone about because i knew it would gross megan out and i just forgot about telling lisa later (she might’ve appreciated it).
so…
i look fondly on my 90s days, and i certainly wouldn’t mind going back again sometime soon. the drag shows were awesome. people watching was awesome.  if branden called up and said, “hey! 90s!” i’d say “yeah! let’s go!” but i’d definitely use the upstairs bathrooms.

again

again

i started running again today after almost 2 months of not doing anything. i lost some of my breathing, and i think i’ll hurt tomorrow, but it was good to be back on the track. this week i’ll do 20-minute runs, next week 30 and hopefully the week after that i’ll be back up to speed. there’s a 10k at the end of april here in town that i’d like to try but my speed needs to kick up a notch.
food for thought: hey lady power walker. before you give me a patronizing look whilst i lace up my running shoes, maybe see what i can do first. i could just see her train of thought: oh look, another new-years-resolutioner – how sweet.

yuck

yuck

i’ve been feeling especially old these days. i don’t know if it’s because i’m in a weird, new spot, so all i do is sit here and think about the other places i’ve been and miss all that i’ve done in these other places or what. the backs of my hands are getting more worn and lines on my face won’t go away. the grey hairs in my part are certainly popping out more. (well, i’m hoping that last one will slow down with the slow down in stress in my life.)
but it’s like i’m suddenly more aware of my mortality and the actual act of getting old – the physical signs are becoming more apparent. which scares the bejesus out of me. we all think we’re immortal. we know we’re not, but we think and feel like we are.
or maybe i need to get out more.