I'm sitting in my favorite coffee shop, Farley's. I call it my east office--It's east of my house and my church office. And in an effort to put off actually working I thought I'd blog just a bit.
(1) Despite the fact that I come in here frequently the cute "barista" (Is someone still a barista if it is not a Starbucks?) still does not recognize me. I just want to scream out when he asks, "It is always going to be a cup of Earl Grey for here!!!!"
(2) I asked also for a chocolate chip cookie--maybe he is confused by my inconsistent sweet order. But they were out of regular chocolate chip cookies. They just had vegan chocolate chips cookies. And I passed and instead chose a peanut butter cookie. Why? What did I think the vegan chocolate chip cookie was going to taste like? Did I think it was going to be so grossly inferior that I would prefer a cookie that I wouldn't initially have chosen over that one? I don't know. But I'm enjoying my animal based peanut butter cookie all the same.
(3) I heard on the radio on my way over that today the European Union lifted its ban on irregularly shaped fruits and vegetables. Apparently throughout the EU it was illegal to sell "nobbley carrots" in shops. I mention the carrots because over and over people interviewed said they really didn't mind nobbley carrots. But you know what this means, now not only do chickens have better rights than I do but so do nobbley carrots. I think I'm going home and make a pot pie made from chickens that are kept in tiny cages and perfectly shaped carrots. That'll show em.
Peace out!
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The Beach and I don't mean the Leonardo DiCaprio movie
Today was a beautiful sunny day in San Francisco. Our warm weather tends to come in the fall--just another reason we aren't the "real America." So I went to the beach and I saw two things I wanted to share:
(1) Tons of dolphins, or two really active playful dolphins. Although, I think I may have said this before but why do we always think dolphins are playing? Maybe they are just swimming from one low paying dolphin job to another. We don't really know.
(2) I saw a naked man looking for metal. How do I know he was looking for metal? That is a very good question I asked for you. Well i know he was looking for metal because he was walking around with a metal detector. But he was also wearing a nail apron--I guess in which to put the metal he may find. And he was carrying a large aluminum can. I don't know what the can was for. So picture it, a naked man wearing a nail apron carrying a large can looking for metal. Now if that isn't the real America then I don't know what is.
Peace out!
(1) Tons of dolphins, or two really active playful dolphins. Although, I think I may have said this before but why do we always think dolphins are playing? Maybe they are just swimming from one low paying dolphin job to another. We don't really know.
(2) I saw a naked man looking for metal. How do I know he was looking for metal? That is a very good question I asked for you. Well i know he was looking for metal because he was walking around with a metal detector. But he was also wearing a nail apron--I guess in which to put the metal he may find. And he was carrying a large aluminum can. I don't know what the can was for. So picture it, a naked man wearing a nail apron carrying a large can looking for metal. Now if that isn't the real America then I don't know what is.
Peace out!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Completely lax in my posting
I really don't know what is going on with my blogging. I've been kind of busy, but that really is no excuse. I want to write about the opera, but I want to write about it when I attach a picture. Alan O took pictures on our last night, so I'll post them soon with a recap of the whole event.
Last night I went to see The Bonesetter's Daughter, an opera based on the Amy Tan book by the same name. She wrote the libretto. I only stayed through the first half because I was kind of bored to be honest. Two things (1) I don't really think I like opera all that much. I enjoyed singing in an opera but as far as holding my interest not so much. and (2) there was a character with the most annoying high pitched voice ever. Now probably it was a fairly accurate Chinese singing voice and technique that if I were more culturally sensitive I might have been able to appreciate. But all I could do was wish she would just shut up. So the friend i was with wanted to go and I was more than happy to go too.
Spent some time today at Farley's, my favorite coffee shop, where the music today was awesome. They played Say a Little Prayer. You know the Dionne Warwick song that was also used in one of my favorite movies, My Best Friend's Wedding. But while I was there I overheard two women talking, on and on about there various troubles which for one of them sounded like a lot. But the other one was was very positive. The one sad woman was talking about how she feels like she has too much to do. And the other woman was all about check marks. Check marks you may say? Yes apparently she makes a list of all the things she has to do and then check off the things as she does them. And then when she looks back at all she has done that week she feels so good about herself. First of all I don't think that would help someone who things they are already doing too much. And Second, I just don't want to get my sense of worth from how much I accomplish in a week. But maybe that is just me.
Its late. i just finished watching Project Runway. I can't believe Kenley is still around.
Alright, until next time. Peace out!
Last night I went to see The Bonesetter's Daughter, an opera based on the Amy Tan book by the same name. She wrote the libretto. I only stayed through the first half because I was kind of bored to be honest. Two things (1) I don't really think I like opera all that much. I enjoyed singing in an opera but as far as holding my interest not so much. and (2) there was a character with the most annoying high pitched voice ever. Now probably it was a fairly accurate Chinese singing voice and technique that if I were more culturally sensitive I might have been able to appreciate. But all I could do was wish she would just shut up. So the friend i was with wanted to go and I was more than happy to go too.
Spent some time today at Farley's, my favorite coffee shop, where the music today was awesome. They played Say a Little Prayer. You know the Dionne Warwick song that was also used in one of my favorite movies, My Best Friend's Wedding. But while I was there I overheard two women talking, on and on about there various troubles which for one of them sounded like a lot. But the other one was was very positive. The one sad woman was talking about how she feels like she has too much to do. And the other woman was all about check marks. Check marks you may say? Yes apparently she makes a list of all the things she has to do and then check off the things as she does them. And then when she looks back at all she has done that week she feels so good about herself. First of all I don't think that would help someone who things they are already doing too much. And Second, I just don't want to get my sense of worth from how much I accomplish in a week. But maybe that is just me.
Its late. i just finished watching Project Runway. I can't believe Kenley is still around.
Alright, until next time. Peace out!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
More randomness!!
Alright, so a few more random thoughts or sightings.
First, we are having a bit of beautiful weather here. Warm enough to go to the beach today. So that is what I did. And while I was there I saw an old naked man walking like a crab. I don't have an explanation for this. I can't tell you anymore than what I just told you. Just that.
But I also saw a pair of dolphins playing very close to the shore. And by playing, I mean swimming. Why is it that we, and by we I mean me, assume that every dolphin I see is playing? Those dolphins might have simply been going work at their little dolphin jobs. It might not have been playful at all, but that is my assumption. And I'm going to continue to believe that all of what a dolphin does is play because I want to believe that it is possible to be about all work and all of living in a playful way.
Second random thought, is that I have been watching the Democratic National Convention this week. I am a democrat and I'm somewhat proud of that fact. Only somewhat because like most people of my generation I am somewhat disillusioned with the whole political landscape--democrat and republican. But I will vote for Barrack Obama and will tell those that I know to do the same. All that being said, I think most of the speeches at the convention have been fairly uninspiring. In my opinion the only speeches that have been at all effective were Michelle Obama, Hillary Clinton and Bill Clinton. I thought Joe Biden was good. But here is the thing I don't think it is just poor orators, instead I think it is some pretty poor speech writing. There are ways to write and speak that are persuasive and inspiring. We can all think of speeches that have left us feeling inspired and convinced. We can come up with phrases that have stuck with us over the course of history, i.e, think not of what your country can do for you but for what you can do for your country. I'm not sure we'll come away from this convention with anything like that. Although, I'm hopeful that Barrack Obama might tomorrow night.
But I will say again that I loved Hillary Clinton last night and Bill Clinton could sell a (insert appropriate folksy phrase but potentially politically incorrect here to suggest Bill Clinton's ability to convince one to do anything.)
Alright that is is. Naked crab walking man and unsolicited political speech writing critique. Enjoy!
Peace out!
First, we are having a bit of beautiful weather here. Warm enough to go to the beach today. So that is what I did. And while I was there I saw an old naked man walking like a crab. I don't have an explanation for this. I can't tell you anymore than what I just told you. Just that.
But I also saw a pair of dolphins playing very close to the shore. And by playing, I mean swimming. Why is it that we, and by we I mean me, assume that every dolphin I see is playing? Those dolphins might have simply been going work at their little dolphin jobs. It might not have been playful at all, but that is my assumption. And I'm going to continue to believe that all of what a dolphin does is play because I want to believe that it is possible to be about all work and all of living in a playful way.
Second random thought, is that I have been watching the Democratic National Convention this week. I am a democrat and I'm somewhat proud of that fact. Only somewhat because like most people of my generation I am somewhat disillusioned with the whole political landscape--democrat and republican. But I will vote for Barrack Obama and will tell those that I know to do the same. All that being said, I think most of the speeches at the convention have been fairly uninspiring. In my opinion the only speeches that have been at all effective were Michelle Obama, Hillary Clinton and Bill Clinton. I thought Joe Biden was good. But here is the thing I don't think it is just poor orators, instead I think it is some pretty poor speech writing. There are ways to write and speak that are persuasive and inspiring. We can all think of speeches that have left us feeling inspired and convinced. We can come up with phrases that have stuck with us over the course of history, i.e, think not of what your country can do for you but for what you can do for your country. I'm not sure we'll come away from this convention with anything like that. Although, I'm hopeful that Barrack Obama might tomorrow night.
But I will say again that I loved Hillary Clinton last night and Bill Clinton could sell a (insert appropriate folksy phrase but potentially politically incorrect here to suggest Bill Clinton's ability to convince one to do anything.)
Alright that is is. Naked crab walking man and unsolicited political speech writing critique. Enjoy!
Peace out!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Two unrelated random thoughts
(1) I'm at my coffee shop office--the place I come to work so that I actually might do some work. Normally, as I've shared before, I order a cup of Earl Grey. Well I've been finding that kind of bitter so today I decided to mix it up. I mean I've been coming here for weeks ordering the same exact thing and the people who work here still don't recognize me so its not like I'm going to throw them off. So anyway, I ordered Irish Breakfast. But I got to say I don't love it. I can't fully describe it. It doesn't taste like English Breakast tea. I wonder if it is made from real Irish. Because that could do it.
(2) The other thing is this. A while back I heard on Oprah from Julia Roberts and Julia Roberts' friend that I shouldn't use deodorant with aluminum in it. Even though I had heard about the dangers of chemicals in deodorants before it took Oprah and Julia Roberts to convince me. I had been using Mitchum unscented, but after I ran out last I bought a stick of Tom's of Maine. You know the all organic, blahdy,blahdy, blah. But here is the problem, I think that my pits stink now. So the only thing it is doing is keeping me from sweating. But here is the thing I don't know if I'm offensive to all people or just myself. And if I am, then is just like I'm European and that could be chic. Or do I just stink? Those of you who spent a lot of time with me last week let me know if you noticed a musky smell to me or if I'm the only one who notices. And those of you who have used these types of products let me know if you have a similar issue. And if so what have you done to combat the smelly pits.
See completely random and unrelated.
Peace out!
(2) The other thing is this. A while back I heard on Oprah from Julia Roberts and Julia Roberts' friend that I shouldn't use deodorant with aluminum in it. Even though I had heard about the dangers of chemicals in deodorants before it took Oprah and Julia Roberts to convince me. I had been using Mitchum unscented, but after I ran out last I bought a stick of Tom's of Maine. You know the all organic, blahdy,blahdy, blah. But here is the problem, I think that my pits stink now. So the only thing it is doing is keeping me from sweating. But here is the thing I don't know if I'm offensive to all people or just myself. And if I am, then is just like I'm European and that could be chic. Or do I just stink? Those of you who spent a lot of time with me last week let me know if you noticed a musky smell to me or if I'm the only one who notices. And those of you who have used these types of products let me know if you have a similar issue. And if so what have you done to combat the smelly pits.
See completely random and unrelated.
Peace out!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Cheese steaks and lozenges
Yep, I know it has been a while since my last post. But I have seen many of you since my last post--that is my young clergy group, many of whom I know are regular readers. I was in Philadelphia. It was great to be there and I saw my college roommate who also lives in Philadelphia. It had probably been seven years of so since I last saw him and 10 since we last really talked. The man basically has 3 full time jobs. Not because he is single mom supporting 3 kids, living out of of their station wagon just to make ends meet. No instead he is just someone who has to do that much. This is the same person who finished a double major in 3 years. It is amazing that we lived together for all three of those years since I think when it comes to the motivation factor we might be complete opposites. I am not going to be working 3 jobs. Hell, I'm barely working one.
While in Philly I had a cheese steak, of course. It was delicious. Although, we did not go to Pat's or Gino's, the most famous of the cheese steakeries. For two reasons, one Gino's is apparently racist. It could be Pat's so don't hold me to the first libelous statement. The way I know that one or the other is racist is that apparently there is a sign that says you must order in English. Which pretty much means if you are going to come to this country, i.e. from Mexico, you better learn English. The other main reason was that we have some vegetarians in our group and it is hard to find a vegetarian option at Pat's or Gino's. And you know even if there was a vegetarian option it would be cooked on the same griddle as the meat option. So instead we went to the Reading Market that has many food options including Mike's Cheese Steaks. Apparently Philadelphia is not very creative when it comes to naming one's cheese steakery, Mike's, Gino's, Pat's. (Don't you love how I've created the word "steakery?")
I returned to SF on Tuesday. And I was really tired. So I've basically been recovering ever since. Plus I came back with this raspy, sore throat. The sore throat is the real point of this post. I woke up Friday morning about 3 AM with a sore throat. It was keeping me awake. So about 4 I went to the bathroom and rummaged around in the cabinet for a sore throat lozenge. I put one in my mouth and went back to bed, eventually falling asleep. I had a dream that I was having a meal. And the waitress came to the table and asked if I wanted dessert. I said no and then she brought me a tray of drinks. I didn't order the drinks. I guess they were complimentary. I don't really know--but I'm not going to pass up free drinks. And they were speciality drinks and she explained to me that I should drink one before the other. Well the problem I faced in my dream was that I had a sore throat lozenge in my mouth and I could have a drink with that in my mouth. So in my dream I decided I would spit it out onto the tray that the drinks were on. Suddenly I'm awake because I have an icky sticky lozenge stuck to my cheek. My fear was that I was going to get up in the morning and find a red stain on my pillow case. But fortunately it was just on my cheek. Mary Sue said that perhaps the dream was because I needed to get the lozenge out of my mouth--my thought that perhaps I was choking. Regardless, note to self be careful when you go to sleep with something in your mouth.
I've also been waking up recently with a really dry mouth. And I've been having issues with a raspy throat and phlegm for a while--maybe 6 weeks or so, possibly longer. And I think one of the issues is that i've started sleeping with my mouth open. I know this doesn't make any sense, but I don't think I've always slept with my mouth open, but last night I did have this feeling that I was mouth breathing rather than nose breathing. As I now have written that it sounds ridiculous. But at this point it is the best explanation I have. I should have stopped at the story of the sore throat lozenge.
Let me know if you have any other explanations.
Peace out!
While in Philly I had a cheese steak, of course. It was delicious. Although, we did not go to Pat's or Gino's, the most famous of the cheese steakeries. For two reasons, one Gino's is apparently racist. It could be Pat's so don't hold me to the first libelous statement. The way I know that one or the other is racist is that apparently there is a sign that says you must order in English. Which pretty much means if you are going to come to this country, i.e. from Mexico, you better learn English. The other main reason was that we have some vegetarians in our group and it is hard to find a vegetarian option at Pat's or Gino's. And you know even if there was a vegetarian option it would be cooked on the same griddle as the meat option. So instead we went to the Reading Market that has many food options including Mike's Cheese Steaks. Apparently Philadelphia is not very creative when it comes to naming one's cheese steakery, Mike's, Gino's, Pat's. (Don't you love how I've created the word "steakery?")
I returned to SF on Tuesday. And I was really tired. So I've basically been recovering ever since. Plus I came back with this raspy, sore throat. The sore throat is the real point of this post. I woke up Friday morning about 3 AM with a sore throat. It was keeping me awake. So about 4 I went to the bathroom and rummaged around in the cabinet for a sore throat lozenge. I put one in my mouth and went back to bed, eventually falling asleep. I had a dream that I was having a meal. And the waitress came to the table and asked if I wanted dessert. I said no and then she brought me a tray of drinks. I didn't order the drinks. I guess they were complimentary. I don't really know--but I'm not going to pass up free drinks. And they were speciality drinks and she explained to me that I should drink one before the other. Well the problem I faced in my dream was that I had a sore throat lozenge in my mouth and I could have a drink with that in my mouth. So in my dream I decided I would spit it out onto the tray that the drinks were on. Suddenly I'm awake because I have an icky sticky lozenge stuck to my cheek. My fear was that I was going to get up in the morning and find a red stain on my pillow case. But fortunately it was just on my cheek. Mary Sue said that perhaps the dream was because I needed to get the lozenge out of my mouth--my thought that perhaps I was choking. Regardless, note to self be careful when you go to sleep with something in your mouth.
I've also been waking up recently with a really dry mouth. And I've been having issues with a raspy throat and phlegm for a while--maybe 6 weeks or so, possibly longer. And I think one of the issues is that i've started sleeping with my mouth open. I know this doesn't make any sense, but I don't think I've always slept with my mouth open, but last night I did have this feeling that I was mouth breathing rather than nose breathing. As I now have written that it sounds ridiculous. But at this point it is the best explanation I have. I should have stopped at the story of the sore throat lozenge.
Let me know if you have any other explanations.
Peace out!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Up on the Roof
So it has been a while since I posted and an even longer time since I posted a talky blog. So here you go. I'm guessing it is kind of crappy and possibly will make you dizzy a few times. But enjoy.
Can you believe I spent the whole time obsessing over my weight and my chin? I got to get some help.
Peace out!
Can you believe I spent the whole time obsessing over my weight and my chin? I got to get some help.
Peace out!
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