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wearin' weird things.

morning bikram, yin class tonight. my joints are light and airy and my spine is made of taffy. i grabbed back for my heels in ustrasana and didn't throw up.

it was supposed to rain today! i feel gypped!

wet

my very first post in this blog noted that i would not be able to keep a vegetarian diet because i was permanently scarred from the low carb diet that a future of fruit and veggies would fuck with my brain in ways I would never be prepared to handle.

har. har.

i also spelled vegetarian wrong.

this was only november 2008.

life is funny.

in other news i finished cat's cradle, started you fucked up by robert rowboat and held standing bow for the entire duration with my foot clearly visible coming up above my head. class was especially sweaty. i don't know if the room was hotter or if i was just feeling weak kneed but camel made me want to throw up. i saw elizabeth for the first time in months today too and she welcomed me back and asked if i had died.

"sorta," i answered.


i had forgotten this bikram business came along with buckets of sweat. this means loads of laundry. wet towels, wet clothes, wet mat. i stumbled into my little market on haight st. on my way home from class to pick up some veggies and my skinny shaggy haired friend who works there asked me why i was always wet.

which reminded me of the dude who would smell me on the n judah.

people are funny.

rubber calves

*addendum: stepped on cat shit. thanks blinky. the boots have finally come off. you win, cat. you win.
i've been wearing the rain boots around the house. i lay on the bed with the boot half off the side of it. they are warm and my house is cold. i saw nine at the castro theater with the boots on. i ate tofu with peanut sauce wearing the boots. i spent time with my friends wearing the boots. i ate a vegan doughnut outside of phillz coffee wearing the boots. now i think i'm going to make a pizza wearing the boots, the same pizza i made this morning at 3AM because pizzas happen in twos these days.

my hammy calves smell like rubber and it's no longer raining.

oh well.

there is a light that never goes out

I've been starting posts then finding reasons not to post them. Lots of internal blabber that comes with not being home for the holidays and obligations. Nothing good and nothing worth posting so I've got 8 million saved drafts. Oh well.

Tonight's thunderstorm was gigantic...and short. The sky lit up and Blinky actually woke up from her nap to acknowledge the rare occasion of lightening in San Francisco.

I lit candles in preparation for a blackout since we've gotten one every winter I've lived here but the power never went out and now the rain has stopped and I'm sitting in a candle lit room wearing rubber rain boots drinking hot chocolate wishing the storm would come back. I love this weather more then anyone I know. I remember a couple of years ago contemplating moving to Seattle for the weather but found Seattle to feel disjointed and strange. San Francisco can be disjointed and strange as well but it's my kinda strange.

The dr. and I went to Gracias Madre for dinner. We were laying in bed on our respective tiny internet devices and I read that they were finally open. It was opening day so we made our way through the drizzle in hats and scarves and walked into a warm and inviting restaurant bustling with activity and people. A nice turn out for opening night on a rainy day after Christmas. Guacamole, house made ginger ale, and three tacos later we rolled ourselves back to his house full of beans, corn tortillas and various veggies.

The sweet dr. walked me to the bus stop and waited for the 33 with me, rounding out a lovely quiet holiday full of food, bike riding, Doctor Who, slicing things with my new mandolin, lots of sleeping and reading. Not bad for my first Christmas in San Francisco.

We briefly discussed New Years Eve and I haven't been able to muster up the energy to plan anything and would not mind a repeat of this weekend since it was so nice. Maybe more Smiths and some Nog, which I forgot he had in the fridge. Maybe I'll grow some balls and actually decide I can ride my bike in the street with actual cars. Maybe I'll pick up another Vonnegut book since I'm almost done 'Cat's Cradle' and I'm actually stalling finishing it since I'm enjoying it so much. Maybe we'll surprise ourselves and go somewhere and get drunk. Maybe I'll make ice cream.

I just hope I can wear my rain boots.

lovely

misty, wet and somewhat humid, the roof of the academy of sciences reminded me of alien pods and dangerous things but the deYoung looked lovely.

i said hello to the octopus and jellies, ate indian food, walked in the rain, made cookies, went to yoga and managed to stay awake during savasana. gathering my things after class, deliciously unraveled and heavy headed a girl struck up conversation with me about my righteous babe records shirt. i walked out of the studio content. so this is making friends.

burritos with ryan before he heads off to alaska. blinky sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for me to come out of the shower. bed, cookies, vonnegut & chet baker. after a couple of days of feeling self conscious and inept, it feels nice to be back to normal.

tomorrow, bikram and the deYoung sound like a good idea. it doesn't feel like christmas. it feels better then that.

the sun tried to come out today so i decided i should too, even if it was only to get trapped in a downpour on Market St. with tons of people scurrying around with umbrellas taking each others eyes out.

i refuse to be part of the umbrella problem.

so i turned up the otis redding because he has dreams to remember and i had a winter hat to look for.

two hours later, happy and wet, my $5 head warmer and i hopped onto the bus home with several soggy drunk santas.

i love san francisco and i love the rain.

hiberantion

ryan adams. rain. the slow rise of sourdough. kitty snuggles. kurt vonnegut. hoodies. scarves. cardigans. fried tempeh. garlic breath. hot showers. toe socks. gee-tar.