Indeed.

From SFtoNY's Yelp Page:

"Sex and cookies." That's my friend, explaining his solution to world peace. The way he sees it, if people would have more sex they wouldn't be so uptight.

"OK, so why cookies?" I ask.

"If the sex doesn't work, give them a cookie. Who doesn't like cookies?"

Six?

"While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about it." via evadanielle.

goddammit.

“ You are always a worthwhile, valuable human being - not because anybody says so, not because you are successful, not because you make a lot of money- but because you decide to believe it and for no other reason." — Wayne Dyer

Pink bakery bag battle axes!

Jeezus. This article on SFist made me laugh then cringe.
As a firm advocate of the aisle seat, there are several reasons I prefer sitting on the aisle that have nothing to do with my ethnic
background - which doesn't mean that I don't often take the window seat, but quite honestly...

a) Men who take the empty aisle seat have a tendency to sit with their legs WIDE open. Taking up way more than their alotted space bubble and often nudging over to the inside seat. I know it must be hard to sit with balls, but some decorum, please! Respect the space of others and stop being such selfish asses.

b) As a young, petite, solemn looking female - I have been accosted by people sitting on the aisle seat trying to take advantage of my perceived naivete- mostly on BART which I find weird, since I consider it a safer mode of transportation than MUNI. Waking up to find some else's hand on your ass is enough of a disturbing situation to make me not want to be trapped by the jerk sitting on the aisle seat. At least if I'm on the aisle, I can move sooner than later.

c) If I am getting off the bus/train soon, doesn't it make more sense than for me to sit on the aisle than to have to inconvenience the person sitting next to me? The other day, I had to literally wake someone up. And NO, I do not just brush my legs past theirs, I actually make them twist and put their seat out in the aisle. I'm sorry, that's just good manners.

d) if the train is empty, why the fuck do you need to be sitting next to me? If the train starts to get crowded, I will strategically move to the interior seat, usually when a female or obviously gay man is walking by. I don't need to move over for people who are going to be in the a or b categories above

e) People in SF often don't bathe or overcompensate for BO wearing too much cologne. 'Nuff said.

f) Yeah, sometimes I do want to put my bag/purse on the seat next to me. You can ALWAYS ask me to sit there. I will move my shit for you. So ask already!

What I learned from the article and adjoining comments? San Franciscans are racists. I've seen plenty of other people than Asians taking the aisle seat and looking like assholes about it. From the photo, I'll bet the woman has been taken advantage of more than once and is just on the defensive about it. Pink bakery bag battle axes! ATTACK!

Family portrait

Oh kids. Sometimes they are lovely angels. Sometimes they just want to make your life a living hell. Exhibit A: my cousins' kids at the wedding on Saturday.

On the far left is Lukachan: she is actually the sweetest of the bunch. She and I are pretty bonded-but I blame the bad influence of the devil spawn (kidding! sort of). In the middle: the Holy Terror - he's also the one running around proclaiming that at all of four years old he already has a boyfriend. Refusing to sit still and taking stage dives off the 6 inch riser where the head table was. Thank god he lives in Hong Kong. To the right is his sister - Sassomatic. She nearly outed the Germ's new body art to my parents. (Uh...which I guess I am doing for all three of my readers right now) Thus concludes the family analysis for the day.

I mean, I really like my family, I really do, but only on a rental basis sometimes.

Fundamental?

'It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people. " Neil Gaiman/Terry Pratchett, 'Good Omens'

After rehearsal today, walked from Van Ness back up Market to the Castro. It was a nice easy walk. At 12 in the afternoon, the homeless people aren't as belligerent and the weather, for once was nice. With an iPod pumping in your ear, lots of things are easy to ignore. Smell, unfortunately, is not one of them-but beyond that, makes for a fairly pleasant stroll. A nice penultimate moment to the end of a productive 5 day weekend.

Have started reading this: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

It's an interesting and slightly scathing review of an impending apocalypse. I wanted to read some Gaiman since I feel like another movie of his work is probably impending. I still haven't watched 'Stardust' but it looks good. For some reason, have become v. interested in Biblical analysis lately.

Sorry about being so obtuse, brain not functioning properly.

hurry up and wait.

I am thoroughly sure I want to be invested in having my experiences
Not analyzing them.
Someone please tell that part of my brain to shut up.

Too alarming now to talk about
Take those pictures down and shake it out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero He's ordinary

Don't the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Kudos my hero leaving all the mess
You know my hero, the one that's on

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary
-'My Hero' Foo Fighters

Theater auditions can be strange sometimes. Hell, life can be strange sometimes. (Trying to keep it all in perspective.) So far, it's been a slightly busy weekend and I heard a term used today, "Hurry up and wait" that made it all sort of make sense. See, auditions are like that. You are supposed to show up at a certain time, not knowing if there are going to be 5 or 50 of you and then you sit around and wait to be called. So if you don't show up on time, you're the asshole. But if production makes you wait for 4 hours and then doesn't even see you-then well, that's THEATER.

It was slightly worse yesterday when production didn't have us sing anything they asked us to prepare. WTF ROLT? At least my hair was cute. And then there was the infernal waiting. A nine am dance call-while sucky, is not so bad if you know the pecking order of things. You can go and get coffee or warm up or eat...but nope. We were all stuck in audition limbo-not knowing who and what was going to go next.

In a way, I feel like so many of our lives are like that. We rush to get to the DMV or doctor's office or some greater institutionalized organization at the earliest time possible-to get a premium spot in line but are then made to wait even further by the constraints of a limited commodity. We rush through our adolescence, then college to get to work. Why? You have your whole life to work-at least have fun doing it. I am at a point where I am trying to live my life, be in the experience, be present etc. (I sound like Bai Ling-jeezus)

and I'm waiting.

Waiting on the world to change? (et tu J. Mayer) Hurrying to wait. For what I'm not sure. But all the blood rushes to my head and the veins pulse with anticipation. To hit a wall called participation. Maybe I'll be a sparrow in my next life - fully detached from the thing humans call life. Make up your mind, baby. Make up your mind. Make up your mind. Make up you're mine. Make up you're mine baby.

Go Pinoy, go Pinoy, GO!

I know I'm not the first person to post this by any means-I'm about 8 months late (been under a rock or something) . But I am so TICKLED! Arnel Pineda is the 40 year old new lead singer of Journey. After the band's public ousting and mutual if somewhat disgruntled departure of Steve Perry, Pineda was found off of YouTube. Like 'Rock Star' but way freakin' cheaper. And judging by Pineda's voice - just as successful.

GET IT PINOY! GET IT!! YEAH!