and I'm sorry about that. I am having the hardest time focusing on writing one clear, coherent thought after another.

So I just watched the Post Secret video and I have to say that Post Secret is a pretty awesome means of Social Media. It might not be technology-based, but it's brought people together on a social level that encourages others to do the same. It's kind of bizarre. Interestingly, I am also intrigued enough to regularly consider sending in a postcard. My blog is no longer anonymous enough. I don't know who reads it. I'm not sure that I should care, either, but I'm not really sure I'm willing to deal with the reactions that some of my commentary might stir up. So... if you're looking for what I have to say about you, maybe you should be checking Post Secret instead. I might get around to saying what I want to say on here, but it's going to take me some time to get over the fact that you're reading it.

Cheers to getting up and going to work tomorrow, suckas.

Labels: awkward, communication, useless blog, weekend, work

I've noticed that I totally stopped blogging the past few weeks... not because I haven't actually been blogging, but because I hesitate every time I go to "Publish Post". Bad. It's not exactly as if I have the most captive audience and need to maintain some level of standards when it comes to pleasing the masses, but really, I've been a little hesitant to put all my goodies out on display for the whole world to see. I'm on a bit of an emotional high that I don't want to end and I feel like describing some of the things that are really rocking my world right now might make it seem unreal, maybe? Or maybe lessen the experience? Maybe that's just because I'm a poor writer to begin with and I don't think I could possibly be describing all the great things that happen with the amount of emotion in writing. Not sure.

I've spent a lot of time with this really fantastic group, I don't even know how many people, 20 or 30 different people that I've met at this point through Val. I feel comfortable with them, they're really a fascinating, entertaining bunch who seem willing to do just about anything. A few weekends ago, we went down to La Nebbia Vineyards for Bottle and Cork day, spent the day outside lolling around in the sunshine with mountains of picnic food, playing bocce and drinking wine. It's almost as if sharing these experiences takes away from the experience itself.

I have an even harder time talking about my 'personal' life. Let's just say that I'm lucky in ways I never imagined I could be - I'm cared for, comforted, treated well, made to feel like a beautiful person, all things I wasn't sure I deserved to feel ever again. I'm nervous about the way I feel and pretty fucking excited about it, but I'm still 'proceeding with caution'. I wish I didn't feel like I had to be cautious about anything, but my caution seems to be earning me some respect (from everyone!) and I appreciate that more than anything. I feel like I'm finally finding all the money I hid from myself in books and boxes years ago because every day on the West coast is extraordinary. And he's helping to make it better for me every day.

This week is looking pretty awesome - Thursday night, we're going up to see the Shepard Fairey exhibit at WhiteWalls SF, Saturday is Oktoberfest and Sunday is the classic car show in Sausalito.

Hey, yah, also, go see 'Burn After Reading'. It's... well, let's just say it's fucked up. I could say it's funny, or entertaining, my friend Heidi called it 'cute', but really? It's fucked up.

Labels: amazing, awkward, change, communication, review, social media, weekend

Wednesday [9/3]: Bowling [and drinking].
Thursday [9/4]: Happy Hour at Cascal; drinks with Julie.
Friday [9/5]: Lebowskifest; rug stolen.
Saturday [9/6]: Mike in town; a few hours at St. Stephen's Green [drinking]; Earthquakes 'game' (aka tailgating, realizing we can't take our alcohol into the stands, drinking on the grass, getting felt up by some blond, general hooliganisms, more beer, soccer with some kids, post-game tailgating).
Sunday [9/7]: Recovery/Banana pancakes; several hours poolside with many good people [and drinks]; dinner and 6 bottles of wine at my place.
Monday [9/8]: A pretty solid stroll down Steven's Creek Trail, getting lost in the dark; 1 bottle of wine, a few beers, leftover lasagna.
Tuesday [9/9]: Caltrain NB to Giants Game + caprihinas + beer + rum&cokes + beer + donuts = not remembering the better part of 6 hours and going into work at 10:30am instead of 8am. Oops.
Wednesday [9/10]: Treading water, hard, on three hours of sleep. Bowling [and drinking].
Thursday [9/11]: Mike returns from Yosemite, "Hey, I couldn't remember where you lived, but I remembered how to get to the bar we were at last weekend."
Friday [9/12]: Val comes home from Newtown; Murphy Street [guess what goes down on Murphy Street].
Saturday [9/13]: Bottle and Cork Day at La Nebbia Winery; heading to Marin to visit my aunt and uncle.
Sunday [9/14]: Napa.
Monday [9/15]: Install new liver.

Amazing.

Labels: alcohol, amazing, friends, snack foods

Read it. FTW. BRILLIANT!

Labels: failure, politics, Sarah Palin

Yah. I laughed out loud. At this.

P.S. Did you know she's a 'Creationist'? That's useful information. I mean, it totally makes sense that the world was created in only 7 days and there's no possible way that we could be related to chimpanzees, even though our makeup is so similar... No, no, I was ripped out of some dude's ribcage... or molded from mud... or something. Maybe that explains why I smell so terrible.

This weekend, my mother tried to argue with me that it's okay to support the NRA for the purpose of hunting if you intend to eat your kill [right, because the NRA was created for the purpose of 'hunting for food']. I argued that it's okay to support abortion for the purpose of post-rape pregnancies. She argued that comparing the NRA and abortion just isn't comprehensible. I argued that killing any living soul on this planet is going to send you to hell anyway [insert Catholic guilt here], so we should probably all just become vegans. She said I've officially been living on the west coast for too long. I wonder how she feels about the country's Republicans pushing for a 17-year-old to marry the father of her unborn child just to try and win a race. Because that, ladies and gents, is really what this campaign is all about.

Labels: Palin, scary, tip o' the day, weekend