Sunday, August 27, 2006 My Celeb Tribute
I hit a somewhat emotional wall when I realized this week:
1) I will no longer be going to school
2) I am out of a home soon (if you can call where Im staying now a home)
3) I am out of a job soon
4) I have no friends (ok so not true, but you think these things in times like these)
I realized I have to get out and keep my ass busy. Not only would this busyness preoccupy my mind, but I might just end up having a good time and meet some people.
I volunteered to work with the media for the publicist for SF Fashion week. Event planning is a whole lot like putting on a theater production; I would be good at it, enjoy it, make some money, still be able to have a significant other, etc (unlike working in the theater world).
Do I smell a future career??
Scene and Heard and SF Fashion Week:
Janice Dickinson telling her story AGAIN of how she was the first one to coin the word supermodel. We saw it on the Surreal Life, Janice. Can we say overcompensation??
http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3494/635/1600/janice2.1.jpg
Robert Verdi throwing a fit to a (hot n gay) intern outside the Galleria because his transportation wasnt ready and waiting.
Janices hair stylist getting down and dirty, accosting women on the dance floor. I believe his blond boyfriend was doing something similar. Quit breaking hearts, boys.
An overweight model ass cheeks making an appearance Did you see Project Runway? Worse than that..
For more celeb gossip I have discovered http://www.perezhilton.com/ and http://dlisted.blogspot.com/
Also found on Dlisted:
http://www.dlisted.blogspot.com/
"Katie Blair, Miss Montana, was crowned Miss Teen USA 2006 on August 15th. This whore must've sucked all the judges off to win, because she obviously didn't win with her smarts.
Here was her winning question and answer:
"Miss Montana, what does integrity mean to you."
This dumb bitch said: "To me, integrity is someone who knows what their goals are and goes for them. Integrity is someone who doesn't let anyone stand in their way of accomplishing what they want."
And so here is my advice:
Just be hot people. Just be hot.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
A Gorilla Fashion Extravaganza
While trying to find a home at the Million Fishes arist coop, I met Danielle who represents designers both in the fashion and theatrical world. (See her website at http://www.missingpiece-sf.com/) I instantly approched her and asked for a job. This led to lunch (free lunch for me I might add), which is how I got involved with the gorilla fashion show.
Scene: 40 fashion freaks (stilts, masks, body paint, insane designers) one large, open-layout bus fueling on corn with dance floor in the back, the smell of grass in the air, large speakers bumpin (faceing towards the street), me.
There I was.
To promote her designers Danielle put together an fashion extravaganza, five designers, five stops. At each stop the whole gang would get out act out a scene, dance, or just go nuts; I would pass out flyers to promote the fashion sale. The music stops; everyone piles back in the bus.
Interacting with the general public in these circumstances is a bit odd. The general public is alot more "normal" than one might think. (Or at least than I thought). I never thought of myself as a freak or all that odd, but I didn't think anything odd of gorilla-fashion-bus. I guess that does make me odd.
I should add that the clothes were amazing. Amazing and expensive. It makes me sad that I can't afford to purchase new clothes that weren't created off shore.
Today I made $100 doing a women's health hormonal study. I first sat in a room and filled out a form on how I felt, general sleep and exersize habits, etc. I got my body all measured and had a bunch of electrodes placed on me. They then attempted to stress me out by having me do a 5 min speech on my strengths and weaknesses. I think they realize this wasn't doing the job, so they then made me do simple mental math. I failed horribly. I was then taken to a new room. The room of wonders. A table was laid out with large (LARGE) boals heaping with any food you could possible crave: potato chips, chocolate, jelly beans, crackers, carmel corn rice cakes, prezels, salted nuts, sweet nuts. I was to eat what I wanted, say what I liked best, eat how much I wanted (did you over eat after stress, etc).
Minor, fun, food, one of the experimentors was hot, 100 bucks.
And that's all I'm looking for in a job.
Speaking of jobs, I have three interviews next week. Hopefully one will work out because in 10 days I'm out of a job and out of a home.
YEA!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
A Necessary Evil
Current mood: disappointed
Listen. I like to support the local crowd. I try to stay away from supporting large corporations or chains financial with my business. There is one place that always gets me.
Starbucks.
You find them on every corner, street, block and city. They have taken over the small town coffee shop. But you know what? They make damn good coffee drinks.
I can not tell you how many times Ive had to suffer at local joints with their bad chai and frozen coffee blends (as I am doing presently.) I have suffered from bitter, ice chunked, waxy whipped topping foul sensations far too long.
I always come crawling back to the bucks.
Ive been to Starbucks on the east coast, west coast, Midwest, and Europe. They are steadfast and reliable with there delicious blends. No surprises.
So, to Starbucks: thank you. I will never put you in the same boat as Wal-Mart or Chilies. I hold a special place in corporate chain heaven for you.
Monday, August 07, 2006
a lil' rant anyone?
Camp gets over in three weeks.
Last weekend I planned a children's over night for approximately 120 people (mostly children between the ages of 4-17).
I am tired.
Very tired.
In three weeks I will be homeless and jobless. I check Craig's List every three hours.
Yesterday, after not getting on a bicycle in at least 6 years, I biked at least 8 miles in the hilly San Fran terrain. I went to look at an available bedroom to be roommates with "Jeremy, an architect major and new graduate from Berkeley. I decided not to take it. (It was too far out in Sunset... such a long bike ride!!) I wish him the best.
I keep thinking in the back of my mind I should just give in and go back to NYC where at least I would have roommates that I know and love. That or find a live in boyfriend STAT- then at least I could find a studio apartment I could afford and be the queen of the coop.
(Transfer to AI San Fran, James!!!)
The one thing about California is that it is so rich is so many ways, you can pretty much get what you want here. That means people expect to get what they want, and for the most part they do. I find it odd and frustrating that people seem to only hang out with one sort of crowd. If something is outside their ideology, it seems people pretty much are anti or closed minded to it (in the most liberal and open minded of ways-ha). I feel like growing up in a small town I was forced, because of lack of choice, to hang out with different people. I didnt grow up in a high school where there were 20 people who were just like me and my best friends. I like that I didnt.
This habit of being defined by your thing is becoming more and more apparent to me as I look for housing. The hipsters accept only the hipsters; the hippies the hippies, the business crowd the business crowd. You find houses composed of specific types of people. I find it difficult because I don't completely fit in to one group in such a neat way. If I dont fit in to one sort of lifestyle completely, I feel like it shouldnt dilute my interest in parts of it. I also dont want to pick just one thing that Im all about.
People can be multifaceted, people.
Word.
Friday, July 21, 2006
My Luck.
Ok- I've attempted to blog TWICE. TWICE. and both time I accidentally deleted my entire blog. (once I clicked "back" to fix a problem in the preview section- GONE!! once I was dealing with Brent's mac which uses "tabs", which I am not used to. I closed the whole page (with my blog ) instead of just a tab. DRAT.)
The worst part was, my blog was finishing the story about the evening of my computer got stolen. Ironically these things have happened because I am not used to the computers I was using.
I will have to tell you stories of drunken nights in The Stepford Wives style Walnut Creek, sick horses anus, and stick plunging a port a pit toliet at some other time. I am off to LA for the weekend.
Still looking for roommates people... where's your sence of adventure??
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Shit.
Current mood: crappy
I'm up to my ears in it.
Cow, pig, horse, chicken, goat. It's all here.
Now the pipe that connects our "black water" (the toilet water) holding tank to the waste tank broke and the stuff has spilled onto our picnic area.
Human shit. That's what my summer is all about.
"Welcome to Oakland," said Brent
Yesterday I drove from safe, vanilla, Lafayette to the big city of Oakland. I was planning on picking up Brent at his employment and then have a lunch date.
I was hungry.
I parked under a shady tree on a very busy road and went inside; Brent needed to finish up an experiment. I searched on his work computer for opportunites in San Francisco for costume designers (I teared up at one point). We were in his lab for 1.5 hours. It was now 3pm.
I am pretty darn hungry at this point.
I was going to ride with Brent in his car to get a chicken sandwhich; I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Let me check my car; maybe I didn't lock it??".
No, I locked it alright. It didn't matter. My passenger side window was a pile of broken glass on my car seat. The theives were actually very polite and only took things worth value and left everything else in one peice. One thing of note that they took: my overnight backpack in case I was spending the night at Brent's. Before I left I debated what was safer for my lap top, keeping it in a trailer or taking it with me. I decided taking it with me would be the best and placed it in my backpack. However, I also thought a couple min. in broad daylight in my car with the backpack under the seat would be okay. I was wrong. I also lost my Ipod, my dvd player, and other mis. electronics. BASTARDS!!
I hope they are really poor and need to feed children with that money. That would make me feel the best.
One thing they didn't take was my fathers $300 binoculars. He had been telling me for weeks to mail them to him and reminding me of their value. The theives opened the case where they were kept, looked at the product, and left it behind. Not as much street value for a nice set of binoculars as an Ipod I'm sure. I breathed a sign of relief and actually uttered how lucky I was to Brent when I saw them still in my car. I believe my exact words were, "I'm so happy!"
I was actually doing quite well.
I attempted calling my parents a million times before I finally got a hold of my father. He began his "skoolin" of what I should have done to prevent this from happening. I was not in the mood. He was going to contact insurance and see what he can do for me. Thank goodness for your family is all I have to say.
It was now time to call the Oakland non emergency police line. Everyone should do this at least once even if they doen't have a problem. It really is an experaince. I was put on hold and listened to nails-on-a-chalk-board squeeling, their "elevator music". After five min a women came on the line and said something; I missed it. After one, ONE second I realized it was a real person and not the mechanical voice that interupted the squeeling now and again to tell me to stay on the line. "Hello?" She hung up on me.
Promiseing? No.
I redialed.
I got through quickly this time. The woman told me someone would call me later. Do they need to see the scene? Nope.
Promiseing? No.
I took some quick photos with my camera phone and cleaned up a bit. At this point my stomach is eating it's lining. Everything of value that I have is on the Oakland streets and I'm starving, not the best combination.
Brent and I drove to Lafayette where I felt perfectly safe keeping my car parked in the wide open with a broken car window. This is the suburbs.
We ate Mexican and drove to Walnut Creek. That is a whole story onto its self and a blog for another day.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Girls Stink.
Current mood: cheerful
As you may or may not know, I am living in a tiny trailer with three girls (two from the UK and one from Australia.)
I have thought about this at great lengths and realized that four people who share such a small space cannot possibly get along for extended lengths of time.
At time I blame the girls. But it really isn't anyone's "fault" per se. It's the lack of personal space that is the problem.
Last summer I shared a tiny room with James. Sharing a room with someone you love is work. Sharing the same amount of space with four people you barely like is almost unbearable.
I have found the worst to deal with is the girl who can't stand silence. She is always chirping about something, and if she isn't making words it is sounds with her mouth or tapping with her fingers. This perplexes me. What is wrong with silence? What is it that makes people so uncomfortable to be in it? I can see when one is on a lunch date or meeting someone for the first time they would want to keep a conversation. However, to entertain someone's banal attempts at conversation in your own home is just exhausting and trying at best.
Yesterday was my best friend James' birthday. I am very good at remembering events in my past, but most of them aren't tied to an exact date. I can remember almost everything that happened on July 7, 2000. It was his first birthday we celebrated while we were going out, and we decided to honor the event by going to the movie theater ("Gone in 60 Sec." was the movie of choice... hey, it was Redwood; we didn't have a lot to choose from) I then gave him a birthday cake (chocolate), and we ate it on a highway that was closed off due to construction (again, it was redwood... it was the only place I thought we wouldn't get kicked out of at that time of night). I then went home and got ridiculously sick and really have yet to recover. I can't believe that was six years ago.
This summer also marks the 9th year of corn detasseling, the summer I met James. One might say I have yet to recover from that either. (Kidding, James, kidding).
Thinking in those terms (9 years?!?) makes me feel old.
And yet here I am.
At children's summer camp.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Current mood: optimistic
Peter arrived in San Francisco on Friday night on his way from San Diego to Minneapolis in his reverse move back to the great Midwest. We went out for Italian; I had a bottle of Smirnoff vodka in my backpack at the restaurant. Arriving back at Brents we finished it while getting to know each other better.
Yesterday I finally got to really see San Fran. The real San Fran, as Brent called it. (As in not the Mariana district where the houses are ridiculous and where the real people live.)
Free opera was taking place in Delores Park; those divas can certainty sing. It was a beautiful day (Im beginning to be jaded by the lovely day and am starting to expect it). After the opera we went to the Golden Gate Bridge (still red) and drove a bit going through Noe Valley, the Mission, Twin Peaks, the Castro.
Everyplace was pretty much perfect and made me want to barf due to the fact I have spent so much of my time living in places such as Syracuse, NY. The best part of San Francisco is its personality. Every place (store, house, apartment, person) has some sort of personality. Walking around in NYC you see blocks and blocks of brick apartment buildings. Both NYC and San Fran are ridiculously expensive cities; it seems as if you get way more bang for you buck here. The quality of life is delicious.
I have also notice the very small percentage of assholes on the street (you know the type- the I was in a frat and work at a large corporation and I will never have to do my own housework and drive a fast car type). As Peter noticed, everything looks and tends to have a liberal feel to it. I saw two asshole looking young men and it actually stood out. It was interesting.
Peter made an excellent purchase decision in China Town (where we dined) buying 9 packs of the throw and pop fireworks. If you ever want hours of cheap entertainment, I recommend them.
The evening was spent the Missouri Lounge (Brents usual bar hangout due the fact free drinks from his roommate can be served. It should also be said this is also a vast change from Dolorous Park Opera, which made for a great dichotomy for the day). The evening was spent with vodka, bands, hipsters, pop fireworks, and erotic photohunt. (Nothing is more fun than erotic photohunt, an arcade-like game made in the 80s full of adult fun.) For the second night in a row I went into a public place with a bottle of vodka hidden in my personal belongings. Its an interesting situation to have take place back to back, and I can say it made for a much cheaper trip to the bar.
Peter left this morning and I must say I had a quite excellent weekend with him. I had fun, and have no reason to believe that it wasnt had by all.
This morning Brent and I had Thai brunch, a wonderful, outdoor dinning experience served by a Buddhist church every Sunday. It has turned into a place to be and be seen by the hipsters, or so they say. I enjoyed and highly recommend the mango sticky rice.
A quick tour of Berkley and I am found once more at Brents house. A highly charged and controversial Pride and Prejudice (NOT the Collin Firth version you bitches) is now playing.
Adieu.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Exactly What I'm Doing.
Current mood: cranky
There has been a question brought to my attention asking what I am actually doing.
I am working at a summer day camp (www.roughingit.com) in Lafayette, CA, a suburb in the Bay Area. I am living on a trailer (RV type) on Bryonies Regional Park, which is leased by the camp in the summer. My I live near a barn which holds 20 horses, 3 goats, 2 baby cows, 2 baby pigs, and 1 guinea pig. There are roaming cows, which graze on the land and occasionally scratch themselves on our trailer. I live with three other girls age 21-23; 2 are from the UK and 1 is from Australia. Our job is to make sure no one is messing around with the animals because we are technically on public land; that means one of us is here 24/7. The other three girls feed the horses at 6:30 am (also at 5 pm on the weekends). My job is to make sure they are doing their job. I also drive them around and take them to do errands. During the day I do administrative duties at the camp; the other girls teach horse riding to campers during the day. I get free housing out of the deal and also get paid on top of it, which is nice. I am also living on a regional park, which is quite gorgeous.
I will be working here until Aug. 31st. I dont have much to do after that. I believe I will either stay or head for LA.
So there you go.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Goats. A Problem.
Current mood: exhausted
The goats and pigs arrived three days ago.
The pigs escaped yesterday.
The goats escaped this morning.
This is life on a ranch. A ranch supervised by four girls who dont know much of anything about farm animals. I literally spent two hours this morning trying to round up goats on the steepest slope on the ranch. I am not biologically made to do that like goats. It was a problem.
I have been spending quite a bit of time with high-school-friend-Hagen. It is incredibly nice to have someone not working at the camp to talk to. Ive realized that some people, especially people you share experiences with in your youth (like growing up in a small town) is enough of a bond to keep you as friends. This is especially true when you find yourself in a completely different environment. You can find some sort of understanding that is hard to find with other people. I also find it amazing that I have changed so much from when I knew Hagen in Redwood (so has he) and yet I still like him so much as a person. It is really quite wonderful.
I have also met Hagens roommates and other friends. One of these nice boys is David. Two days ago he got into a pretty massive bike accident and broke his arm. He didnt have health insurance, but (thankfully?) is poor enough that there is a state program that footed the bill. Things like that scare a girl on the stay healthy insurance plan. Something to think about.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Don Schultz: Nature Detective
Current mood: amused
Ok-
It has been quite a stint away from the Internet. I am going to back track in my blogs and start from my trip leaving Minnesota.
I begin with my father.
After spending four days in a vehicle with my father, I was granted the opportunity to observe some things about him. After spending 18 years of my life in the same house with him, these things were more of a refresher than a discovery. However, I have found that sometimes the most eye opening things to observe are more refreshers than new discoveries.
My father is a detective.
My dad has his masters in biology and has been living or working with the natural world since he was in diapers growing up on a lake resort in Minnesota.
In the Badlands he spotted a lounging buffalo though his binoculars, which looked like a speck to the naked eye. Even through the binoculars it took me at least ten minutes to see the animal.
Where?? I moved the binoculars back and forth against the horizon.
Right there, my father points to the exact spot where I am looking.
.where?....
I decided I would forgive his 5- 15 MPH below the speed limit driving in particularly scenic portions of the trip. After awhile I didnt care if cars were passing and eyeballing our slow moving vehicle as long as he would stay on the road instead of trying to identify the bird circling above.
On the Columbia River he spots a portion of short grass. He looks closer, geese. He points to some small, almost invisible pellets of goose poop in the dirt.
He picks almost everything green, crushes and smells it. (Something I have found I have picked up at some point in my childhood, crushing and smelling plants.)
I tried to start in on the game.
A hawk, I point to the sky.
Turkey vulture, my father corrects. Keep your eyes open for Pronged Horned Antelope.
I learned the hows and whys of land formation: glacier, seabed, erosion and water, humans and animals and pollution.
Any question I had he could answer-
or at lease sleuth out.
After all, thats what detectives are for.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Done and Done
Current mood: exhausted
I'm here.
I got the job.
I legitimately think this could be my dream job, and all others will pale in comparison.
We shall see.
I start tomorrow.
San Fran is amazing thus far.
I got to see Brent Hagen bounce around on a basketball court with a hurt calf.
I'm exhausted and will speak more of my travels tomorrow.
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