Hiatus No More

It's been a year or so since I've posted. Much too long. How could I have kept my hoards of fans from such important information. Mom...if you're reading this, that means you!

So much has happened I don't even know where to start. I got a new job that I like, I went to Yosemite for the first time, I had Korean BBQ, my sister got married, and got a dog (I still have no animal, and I've switched my object of affection from a pug to a Boston Terrier. One day I'll be responsible enough to own a dog, but I digress...back to my major life accomplishments from the past year), Alex and Dan got married, Jake's sister had a baby, I got a sweet calendar, and drew some pictures, among other things...


















I've even become accustomed to the high volume of caffeine in Peet's coffee. I guess tolerance is a short lived creature. Either way, I'm not addicted, so don't judge. I buy coffee maybe once a week (if that), and for the most part drink it once or twice a week, tops.

Alex and Dan got married! So crazy to think 6 or so years ago we met a skinny, bearded guy on a random street in Budapest that would end up being one of my best friend's husband. Como me encanta la vida...Dan Dan the Dancing Man, you are the best bowling buddy a girl could ask for :)

Jillian Ely is no more, she is now Mrs. Anderson. Sort of a strange what a name change can do. I'm still not used to it, but I know I'll get there soon enough. :)

All in all, and as cliche as it sounds, time has flown and things have changed. Queue David Bowie please...

Now, it seems I am faced with a new situation. My company wants me to move. I've been in San Francisco for nine years. Nine years! I can almost talk about a decade in one city, and at my age it is making me feel old. But, it begs the question -- do I stay in a city I have loved like a dear old friend, or do I move to a new city that seems very foreign and hot (think summertime on the Sun's surface)?

Either way, I know things will work out. They always do. I just wish I had a flow chart of the possibilities. I love flow charts.

As Mom always said: Que sera, sera... (a little bit of pacifism never hurt anyone, right Donnie?)

Rambo's Mother

This is a photo of Jackie Stallone, yes Sylvester's mother...one classy lady. She's a rumpologist. If you don't know what that is, well, you should look into it because it just might save your life one day.

rumpology: Rumpology is divination by reading the lines, crevices and folds of a person's buttocks in much the same way a chirologist would read the palm of the hand.
The American astrologer Jackie Stallone claims on her website that Rumpology is known to have been practiced in ancient times by the Babylonians and the Indians (although she provides no source or evidence for this claim). Stallone has revived rumpology in modern culture and according to her left and right butt cheeks reveal a person's past and future, respectively.
Blind German clairvoyant Ulf Buck has also studied the details of human buttocks and he claims he can read people's futures by feeling their naked buttocks. According to Beck "[a]n apple-shaped, muscular bottom indicates someone who is charismatic, dynamic, very confident and often creative. A person who enjoys life. A pear-shaped bottom suggests someone very steadfast, patient and down-to-earth.

I mean, if that doesn't convince you to go see a rumpologist, I don't know what will...

Happy Birthday Gramps

Today would have been, well, I think my Grandpa's 82 or 83 birthday....

Even though the last few years of his life were riddled with confusion and dimensia, I somehow still want him around. I miss him, and it makes me really sad that he won't be around to see my kids, and listen to what I'm doing, and give his unsolicited opinion on EVERYTHING!! (I even miss that).

I didn't think, when I went to the funeral, that I would cry. I had prepared myself fairly extensively before he died, or so I had thought. But then the day came, and I was a teary mess. I couldn't even get up to tell the story I had prepared. The story about how every night when he passed the room my sister and I played in after dinner he would grab our toes and recite "This little piggy went to market," and he would laugh so histerically every time. Even when Jillian and I were well into our teens...He'd flub the lines up every now and then, but he was so intent on grabbing every toe. I miss it now. Still, as I write this, I'm getting all welled up. I don't know what it is, but he was my only Grandpa I ever knew, and he was the greatest :) sure he had his problems, but he was such a genuine guy that stuck to his beliefs that I can do nothing but admire him. He was true to those he loved, and he loved me...oh gramps...

I know a couple little piggies that miss you :)

true dat

“People spend money they don’t have, on things they don’t need, to impress people they don’t like”

POP TART PSA

Picture 1: Initial burn...to see the blister better you have to tilt your screen a bit, it's not a good photo.

Picture 2: A couple days later...red and scabbed over. It still hurt.

Beware of pop tarts and toaster ovens people....I am serious! I have never been one to put my pop-tart in the toaster, I prefer to eat it right out of the wrapper, immediate gratification style...but this day, I decided to put it in the toaster, why not? right. Anyhow, so, I here it pop up, I walk back to the kitchen, go to take it out...and bam, searing hot jelly all over my thumb, burning the crap out of it. I freak out. A pop tart, really?!

Believe it, I'm not the only one~

http://www.pmichaud.com/toast/

So that wasn't enough for me. I must be compensated, this injustice will not stand. I call Kellogg in the morning. I let their customer service department know in a message that I'm extremely dissatisfied with their product, and that I may stop buying pop-tarts all together because of the burn.

Well, I figured that would be it, it would be logged away as complaint #1,456,232....

But no, I get a call back in about 10 minutes. A man calls and in the most obvious attempt to avoid litigation asks me rudimentary questions about the "event." Turns out it was MY fault...clearly I should have read the warning label on the back of the box that explosive jelly is common....

Either way, I was still mad and said I probably wouldn't buy anymore Kellogg products because of this (untrue...but I was bummed about my thumb)...and the guy offers me $10.00 and a Kellogg's bowl with a little plate.

So, aside from my blister and my hurt pride, I guess something good came out of this.

BM2007

So, back from Burning Man, back to reality, back to "the default world,"*(as a lot of people refer to it there...), and back to work...It was hard getting there and back, but I believe it was well worth it. I would definitely do certain things differently if I go back, but I really enjoyed my first time, and I am glad that I didn't let my preconceived notions get in the way of my time there...the art and visual aesthetic was really amazing, I am convinced of that...


El Hombre.

Big-Rig-Jig.

The Monkey Ring...so effing cool.

The Temple.

The Oil Derrick.

One of the Tree-Houses.

certain photos were taken by John Case...can't take all the credit.

I really liked our camp...it was like the inner eight year old in me that still enjoys the idea of building a fort in my living room after I take my sheets out of the dryer really got to build the coolest fort ever...granted, I didn't do all the hard labor...it was still really fun :)

We had a dance floor, a dome, and a Tequila Tipi

Putt Putt Glof was really fun, I don't have a picture, although I'm sure I could find one on flckr or a similar sight...too much effort...and a few others, that one near center camp that did the circle drawing stuff was fun, and they gave out popsicles which was awesome!

But in all honesty, I didn't go to many camps with people I didn't know...oh well, a few times yes, but not really. If I do go again, I will: be more adventerous during the day and brave the heat to see all the art in the daylight, maybe not worry so much about the sandstorms....and well, maybe get in on some more food from other camps (if it's being offered of course :)

Good times.

CHICKEN JOHN FOR MAYOR

I have never given to a campaign before, nor have I ever really endorsed a candidate...but this guy makes me laugh, and Gavin is a douche...so I figured I'd give him $25, and my vote.

http://voteforchicken.com/

he has had a few articles in the paper, I've read his blog...it's all pretty ridiculous, and for some reason I think S.F. politics needs this.

Ta!

(stole that from Dan... :)