That girl who adored John Cusack once had an opportunity to spend a weekend with me in New York at the Waldorf-Astoria, but she elected to fly to Portland instead to see the first U.S. appearance by Coldplay, a British pop group whose success derives from their ability to write melodramatic alt-rock songs about fake love. It doesn't matter that ( Read more... )

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Ivy first let me listen to this from her ipod a year back. I forget the context now, I must have been worried over something and she was trying to cheer me up. She said if I find someone, I should make him sing me this.

I want to be a yarn doll on a bicycle. I want to fly a kite.

The Holy Week plan: Find a cheap hotel room with wifi, read nonstop, work and finish all side projects, write (or try to), watch Rent, documentaries and tv comedies, sleep for ten hour periods, not see the sunlight for a few days.

(now if only I can get this laptop to function arrrrgh.)

C says she's planning to get married soon. I don't know why but the news makes me happy. Finally, some semblance of stability. It's been long enough, stumbling through adulthood, grabbing chances at happiness. I hate weddings but this one should be an exception ( Read more... )

Kaye is leaving next week. I tried to digest that news while we were in Eastwood last night for take out dinner and Watchmen. I couldn't remember the last time I saw her - it must have been months. It seemed as if we've had issues since forever, work, personal lives etc. And still, I could call her for things I wouldn't discuss to anyone else. I ( Read more... )

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(The best part in Yes Man.)

I have been dreaming statistical processes lately. Always, it's the SPSS nightmare - the encoding never stops, the codes don't mean a thing, the numbers don't add up.

Sometimes the list of tasks to accomplish, for personal growth, for happiness whatever, feels impossible to finish. And then I go back to music.

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Three more months and I'll be a full year in the job. I've never lasted a year in any job. My shortest stint was in a government agency where I got hired to do research only no one knew exactly what I was going to research about. They made me wear a skirt. I lasted eight days. For the sake of survival though, I have engaged in the following: ( Read more... )

Someday I will find the humor and poetry in all this.

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( possible spoiler )