Nov Nov Nov
Working a lot this weekend :(
Does everyone know how much I'm looking forward to November yet?
Think mel gibson getting his guts wrenched out in Braveheart...
FREEEEEEEDOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Does everyone know how much I'm looking forward to November yet?
Think mel gibson getting his guts wrenched out in Braveheart...
FREEEEEEEDOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Stand by for Cannon Fire!
It was a cold, but good day for sailing today. Afterwards I drank some wine with Christy. Insane Elaine called and is coming up in two weeks! Can't wait to hang out with her. She's on her way to Clatsop in Astoria for a Radar Observer class and a Celestial Nav class. That's Elaine showing off her girly anchor tat, on the right. She and Erin were working as gunners for a battle sail off Sausalito in this shot. Cannons = loud (hence erin's earmuffs) & fire/gunpowder spray (hence Elaine's goggles.
My job ends in 2 weeks! Besides more work aboard Lavengro, I'm also looking into possible sailboat delivery work. Great way to get oceans time!
My job ends in 2 weeks! Besides more work aboard Lavengro, I'm also looking into possible sailboat delivery work. Great way to get oceans time!
Good Night
Captain Christopher just called and offered me a springtime job aboard a cargo-under-sail boat in the South Pacific! He won't be aboard anymore, but he has already spoken to the owners and they would like to have me join the crew. I'm definitely going to consider it. It's for the end of January, by which time the Seattle weather will have really gotten under my skin.
There's also an invite in my inbox to a Halloween Party at Shilshole - the main event is carving up pumpkins with power tools. Who could say no to that?
There's also an invite in my inbox to a Halloween Party at Shilshole - the main event is carving up pumpkins with power tools. Who could say no to that?
alright already
I tried tumblr and there just isn't enough cool stuff over there to tweak my blog. So I'm back to this page, sans archives. Suffice it to say I do not want to be judged for stuff I blabbed on and on about on the blog in the past. It's been a crazy, harrowing summer of disturbing events, utter confusion, lots of work, lots of heartbreak, and still - some great times. I laughed, I cried, I cried some more... and what didn't kill me made me stronger.
It feels like the New Year. Like Obama is already president. I can't wait to do great things.
It feels like the New Year. Like Obama is already president. I can't wait to do great things.
all abye-bye
I dare you to do this shot: THE STUNTMAN... first pour a shot of tequila. SNORT a line of SALT, down the tequila, then squirt lime in YOUR EYE.
Please take pictures and send them to jacktarzine (at) gmail (dot) com.
Last night Jes, Hannah and I had cuban pork sandwiches and later went to Les Faux, a star quality drag show on Capitol HIl. The most excellent Kylie Minogue and Liza Minelli of Cabaret impersonator chatted us up forever outside. She was incredible. And beautiful. I could never do my makeup that well.
In other news, this blog no longer represents who I am. Actually it never did. Things they are a-changin' so say adios to the all aKIMbo blog. It's been a long four years.
Please take pictures and send them to jacktarzine (at) gmail (dot) com.
Last night Jes, Hannah and I had cuban pork sandwiches and later went to Les Faux, a star quality drag show on Capitol HIl. The most excellent Kylie Minogue and Liza Minelli of Cabaret impersonator chatted us up forever outside. She was incredible. And beautiful. I could never do my makeup that well.
In other news, this blog no longer represents who I am. Actually it never did. Things they are a-changin' so say adios to the all aKIMbo blog. It's been a long four years.
Work Party
Today I hosted a work party aboard the schooner for about 6 hours. Five people showed up, and one more was going to come after work but I called it quits. Here's a pic of one of my deckhands from work, Nick, aloft for the first time, tarring ratlines and ratboards. He was stoked. Travis, a state trooper from Brownsville, came over with Jonathan and helped clean the bilge. I oiled the decks and did some tarring. Ben W. helped me with the oiling when he arrived, and Josh did some major bilge scupper unclogging. Then we drank beer.
I'm glad I used teak oil instead of pine tar on the decks. It was the right thing to do. Those decks soaked up the oil right away, too.
FINALLY
It feels so good to have short hair again! SOOOO GOOOD... I had to take some pictures of my now even MORE beautiful self. Who would have thought it was possible?!?
Personal Plan for Improvement
Someone close to me recently told me that I made him feel like shit with some comments I made. Nanette says I've become less and less positive. I think it's time for an attitude makeover and I think it all starts with me feeling better about myself and my pursuits.
Here's my plan:
What needs improvement = The plan to achieve this
I feel flighty and stupid lately = Study my seamanship books, take the Diesel Theory class, read more, get my AB ticket.
I look older and not so great sometimes = Take better care of my skin, get a haircut, get more toned, dress up sometimes!
No creative pursuits = Work on the calendar, the teeshirts, and JT #4
I'm uptight and overanalytical = Yoga, reading, more social stuff
Need more focus = Mexico, Lavengro
And always, always remember how much I love my friends and how awful it is to ever make them feel bad.
Here's my plan:
What needs improvement = The plan to achieve this
I feel flighty and stupid lately = Study my seamanship books, take the Diesel Theory class, read more, get my AB ticket.
I look older and not so great sometimes = Take better care of my skin, get a haircut, get more toned, dress up sometimes!
No creative pursuits = Work on the calendar, the teeshirts, and JT #4
I'm uptight and overanalytical = Yoga, reading, more social stuff
Need more focus = Mexico, Lavengro
And always, always remember how much I love my friends and how awful it is to ever make them feel bad.
Today is a New Day!
Here's a shot of Lavengro sailing last week.
I had a shitty day yesterday. You know it's bad when people keep tossing pitiful looks your way and continuously buy you PITCHERS, not pints, of beer.
I had a shitty day yesterday. You know it's bad when people keep tossing pitiful looks your way and continuously buy you PITCHERS, not pints, of beer.
Brownsville Tall Ship Festival
I feel strangely lonely even though I have friends around every day. Maybe because it costs too much to see several of my good friends that live far away. Maybe because I'm not really
feeling a connection with new people that I meet. I also anticipate that Fisher will eventually hook up with somebody he meets either through PSSG, on Ben's boat or in Ben's sailing group. Kind of makes me just want to stay away from all that because I don't want to deal with it. I love Fisher and want him to be happy - not feeling weird because he might be attracted to someone at a party, which will make me uncomfortable. Guess I'm just not ready for that.
Yesterday I drove a 60' gaff rig schooner! I will put up more pics and videos eventually. Captain Evil sailed by and greeted me, saying we were looking great. He took pics of my boat and I took pics of his and agreed to email them to each other. I hung out a lot with Capt. Miah's wife Sarah, since we'd only known each other via internet for years. We had a pizza party with all 3 crews and it was good fun. My crew kicked ass.
feeling a connection with new people that I meet. I also anticipate that Fisher will eventually hook up with somebody he meets either through PSSG, on Ben's boat or in Ben's sailing group. Kind of makes me just want to stay away from all that because I don't want to deal with it. I love Fisher and want him to be happy - not feeling weird because he might be attracted to someone at a party, which will make me uncomfortable. Guess I'm just not ready for that.
Yesterday I drove a 60' gaff rig schooner! I will put up more pics and videos eventually. Captain Evil sailed by and greeted me, saying we were looking great. He took pics of my boat and I took pics of his and agreed to email them to each other. I hung out a lot with Capt. Miah's wife Sarah, since we'd only known each other via internet for years. We had a pizza party with all 3 crews and it was good fun. My crew kicked ass.
work and friends
Had breakfast with Andrew this morning. He drove down from B'ham on his way to the airport to pick up his woman and wanted to hang out. We talked boats and the Politics of Foreign Aid. He recently got hired as a Logistics Manager for Doctors Without Borders and is heading off to Sudan next month. He'll be gone for NINE months!!!Went fueling for the first time at work. It was exciting to go to a different dock. It's been really sunny here lately but yesterday it rained - it was a refreshing change. The sky was the same color as the water - Signature Seattle Gray. Here's video: (I don't have sound on my computer and I think the sound quality of my camera is poor, so it'd be best to turn your speakers down or off).
S/V Hello World
Photo by Ben Wisely. Check out KTwin1 on aboard her new home!! Took Stella to the boatyard today. She acted crazy so I didn't stay long. Fish and KTwin2 were fixing a hole in the keel. Ktwin1, Ben & Gina were working on a scratch acquired during Kokomundo's trip north.
the bitch learned me
i took a nap today. Stella let me know she disapproved by eating a $20 bill and the $350 money order, envelope, stamp and all, that was to be sent to my landlord.
can't wait to tell the landlord my slip fee will be late because the dog ate the check.
i'm taking her out to play now.
can't wait to tell the landlord my slip fee will be late because the dog ate the check.
i'm taking her out to play now.
Weekends with Stella
I'm housesitting and puppy sitting this weekend. It's so nice to have a nice house all to myself. I can walk around naked and more than a yard before hitting a wall! (as opposed to living on a boat). And Stella is the cutest pup.
So today I had my worst docking of the year, but it seemed to upset everyone around me far more than it upset me. It was slightly stressful in the moment, but I didn't break anything or anybody and I just saw that I was going to have to keep doing this til I got that bitch tied up. OK she's not a bitch I love her. The fluky west wind and flood tide were my real challengers. Luckily the County Councilman who is pretty much the reason this boat runs at all was standing there watching me! Oh yes. On the trip out he sat next to my wheelhouse and commented on "quite a landing." Since I finished training for this job I've been able to correct bad landings with a couple hits in reverse and some sharp turns forward. Today I actually had to circle back and then MISSED it AGAIN! Good lord. Typically Puget Sound has a Southerly in the morning and Northerly in the evening. I've never gotten used to a Westerly. People clapped when I finally landed her, which I thought was stupid. And no, I wasn't thinking it was complimentary. What pissed me off the most is that one deckhand on another boat, seeing me try to dock several times, just stood there and put her hand on her head as if to say "Oh dear!" So I yelled across, saying "Instead of holding your head you could come down here and help us with the lines?!" Someone else from that boat showed up to help. That girls' reaction was the only thing that upset me. Sometimes a deckhand will just sit there and look at the problem rather than DOING anything about it. I was so used to being that deckhand who would jump in and help solve the problem but now it's just me and the rudder and the prop working things out when I don't have a deckhand to help. Builds character. And seamanship, hopefully.
Yesterday I had to leave a few people behind because they were late. It's hard for people to understand that my boat is not like a bus that can just open it's door after I've pulled away from the curb, and that I can say "Oh, ok, go ahead and get on!" They run to the end of the dock, see the boat only feet away and look at me, saying "But I'm right here! You haven't even left yet!" In truth, I have. Regulations require me to tie up, attach the ramp, etc, etc, not to mention jockeying the boat back into position with a tide/current/wind and a single screw. I have 12 minutes to get to the other dock, and about 8 minutes to unload 70 passengers and load up 70 more. Many of which ignore the "Exact Fare Required" signs and are asking for change. One lady stood on the dock, shaking her head, exclaiming "That's just trash! That's trash!" Another man scowled silently. Upon my return he positioned himself with his camera to take close ups of me; presumably to be attached to an emailed complaint (after which I may be commended for punctuality). Then he stood next to the wheelhouse while underway and scowled some more. Yay. Whatever. At first this really bothered me. Now I realize I'm totally in the right and have no problem speaking with disgruntled passengers.
It's harder to deal with the half-crazy homeless guys. They get a bit lewd with us women on board then get banned from the ferry. I spoke with one of these (literally speaking) social outcasts today and found out he used to be an engineer on trains. He's not schizophrenic, but definitely not 100% mentally there, either. Nice guy, until he asks if he can kiss you, which he did (again) today. At least that was a perfect opportunity to tell him I'd let him back on in a month if he can stay away from my boat and stop making my deckhands uncomfortable by asking things like that. I hope he stays away. Seems like a harmless, nice guy, but I question my judgment of character sometimes. It's hard to fathom that there are people who are inherently mean or crazy, but obviously they exist.
Lazy folks are much more abundant, and one of my deckhands who is genuinely interested in a maritime career is notoriously lazy, and cocky to boot. We have a system of writing people up when they're late or working poorly. I told him I was going to write him up for his sloppiness, which was causing safety problems, but it would have been my first time writing someone up and I wanted to avoid it. I decided to see how he'd act the next time I worked with him: if he'd given up and said "Screw this job anyway!" then I'd for sure write him up. If he was obviously making an effort to do better, I'd skip the writeup. Yesterday I saw him again, and found out he'd spent all week in class for STCW training (Basic Safety). I've decided not to write him up, because I have faith that professional training will help make him more aware. He sounded pretty excited about how his training was going, and I'm all about promoting success in the maritime industry to those who are interested.
The Kayak Twins have a new, beautiful boat! I'm so happy for them. They started a new blog at blog.svhelloworld.com. But try typing just svhelloworld.com. That's what I just did. Ha!
Had a long talk with Jarad tonight - about movies, music, etc. He's seeing another Older Woman and she sounds pretty cool. This is his third girlfriend since we broke up, so I guess he's got more moves than I!!! He tried to convince me to not cut my hair short, which is absolutely what I'm tempted to do this weekend. We'll see. I hate taking care of long hair.
My Pagliacci pizza just arrived. Gotta love Seattle - where else in the world would every place I housesit offer a subaru wagon to use? And where else does the pizza box arrive covered not with logos or advertisements, but with the message "Why Your Vote Counts" and brief explanations of the 15th, 26th & 19th Amendments, the Electoral College, and the history of voting in America! Here's a quote:
"MALTA'S THE MOST
In Malta earlier this year, voter turnout for parliamentary elections was 93%- the lowest since 1971! The U.S. ranks in the bottom 20% of the world in voter participation."
So today I had my worst docking of the year, but it seemed to upset everyone around me far more than it upset me. It was slightly stressful in the moment, but I didn't break anything or anybody and I just saw that I was going to have to keep doing this til I got that bitch tied up. OK she's not a bitch I love her. The fluky west wind and flood tide were my real challengers. Luckily the County Councilman who is pretty much the reason this boat runs at all was standing there watching me! Oh yes. On the trip out he sat next to my wheelhouse and commented on "quite a landing." Since I finished training for this job I've been able to correct bad landings with a couple hits in reverse and some sharp turns forward. Today I actually had to circle back and then MISSED it AGAIN! Good lord. Typically Puget Sound has a Southerly in the morning and Northerly in the evening. I've never gotten used to a Westerly. People clapped when I finally landed her, which I thought was stupid. And no, I wasn't thinking it was complimentary. What pissed me off the most is that one deckhand on another boat, seeing me try to dock several times, just stood there and put her hand on her head as if to say "Oh dear!" So I yelled across, saying "Instead of holding your head you could come down here and help us with the lines?!" Someone else from that boat showed up to help. That girls' reaction was the only thing that upset me. Sometimes a deckhand will just sit there and look at the problem rather than DOING anything about it. I was so used to being that deckhand who would jump in and help solve the problem but now it's just me and the rudder and the prop working things out when I don't have a deckhand to help. Builds character. And seamanship, hopefully.
Yesterday I had to leave a few people behind because they were late. It's hard for people to understand that my boat is not like a bus that can just open it's door after I've pulled away from the curb, and that I can say "Oh, ok, go ahead and get on!" They run to the end of the dock, see the boat only feet away and look at me, saying "But I'm right here! You haven't even left yet!" In truth, I have. Regulations require me to tie up, attach the ramp, etc, etc, not to mention jockeying the boat back into position with a tide/current/wind and a single screw. I have 12 minutes to get to the other dock, and about 8 minutes to unload 70 passengers and load up 70 more. Many of which ignore the "Exact Fare Required" signs and are asking for change. One lady stood on the dock, shaking her head, exclaiming "That's just trash! That's trash!" Another man scowled silently. Upon my return he positioned himself with his camera to take close ups of me; presumably to be attached to an emailed complaint (after which I may be commended for punctuality). Then he stood next to the wheelhouse while underway and scowled some more. Yay. Whatever. At first this really bothered me. Now I realize I'm totally in the right and have no problem speaking with disgruntled passengers.
It's harder to deal with the half-crazy homeless guys. They get a bit lewd with us women on board then get banned from the ferry. I spoke with one of these (literally speaking) social outcasts today and found out he used to be an engineer on trains. He's not schizophrenic, but definitely not 100% mentally there, either. Nice guy, until he asks if he can kiss you, which he did (again) today. At least that was a perfect opportunity to tell him I'd let him back on in a month if he can stay away from my boat and stop making my deckhands uncomfortable by asking things like that. I hope he stays away. Seems like a harmless, nice guy, but I question my judgment of character sometimes. It's hard to fathom that there are people who are inherently mean or crazy, but obviously they exist.
Lazy folks are much more abundant, and one of my deckhands who is genuinely interested in a maritime career is notoriously lazy, and cocky to boot. We have a system of writing people up when they're late or working poorly. I told him I was going to write him up for his sloppiness, which was causing safety problems, but it would have been my first time writing someone up and I wanted to avoid it. I decided to see how he'd act the next time I worked with him: if he'd given up and said "Screw this job anyway!" then I'd for sure write him up. If he was obviously making an effort to do better, I'd skip the writeup. Yesterday I saw him again, and found out he'd spent all week in class for STCW training (Basic Safety). I've decided not to write him up, because I have faith that professional training will help make him more aware. He sounded pretty excited about how his training was going, and I'm all about promoting success in the maritime industry to those who are interested.
The Kayak Twins have a new, beautiful boat! I'm so happy for them. They started a new blog at blog.svhelloworld.com. But try typing just svhelloworld.com. That's what I just did. Ha!
Had a long talk with Jarad tonight - about movies, music, etc. He's seeing another Older Woman and she sounds pretty cool. This is his third girlfriend since we broke up, so I guess he's got more moves than I!!! He tried to convince me to not cut my hair short, which is absolutely what I'm tempted to do this weekend. We'll see. I hate taking care of long hair.
My Pagliacci pizza just arrived. Gotta love Seattle - where else in the world would every place I housesit offer a subaru wagon to use? And where else does the pizza box arrive covered not with logos or advertisements, but with the message "Why Your Vote Counts" and brief explanations of the 15th, 26th & 19th Amendments, the Electoral College, and the history of voting in America! Here's a quote:
"MALTA'S THE MOST
In Malta earlier this year, voter turnout for parliamentary elections was 93%- the lowest since 1971! The U.S. ranks in the bottom 20% of the world in voter participation."
the stars have spoken
this is my horoscope by Rob Brezny, for the coming week, copied from The Stranger.
Write down five exciting things you love to do or think about. Take this list with you everywhere you go. On another piece of paper, name five fears or unpleasant thoughts that demoralize you. Put this list at the back of your closet. For the next seven days, try to refrain from letting your mind wander to the things on the bad list. Meanwhile, undertake an aggressive campaign to cultivate, seek out, and enjoy the five exciting things that you love to do and think about. In fact, any time you notice your attention veering toward the negative stuff, immediately steer it toward the positive. Don't worry, this exercise won't turn you into a brain-dead optimist. After all, you'll only do it for a week. The items on the second list will still be there when you're done. Or will they? Maybe they will have mutated into something more manageable.
and THIS is my favorite astrologer, Caeriel Crestin, giving me advice:
So the message is pretty clear. I worry too much and sometimes obsess negatively.
OK I GET IT.
Five bad things to stick in the closet
Feeling hurt by others' insensitivity.
My kindness being taken for granted.
Being told that the way I am is either not mature, not evolved, or not open-minded enough
(man do I now feel like a SHIT for everyone I'VE ever preached to, or what?).
Resentment towards family members.
Hating my complexion.
Five things I like to think about
JT Magazine stuff
Living in Mexico
Learning more about boat systems and seamanship
Being in love
Traveling
Write down five exciting things you love to do or think about. Take this list with you everywhere you go. On another piece of paper, name five fears or unpleasant thoughts that demoralize you. Put this list at the back of your closet. For the next seven days, try to refrain from letting your mind wander to the things on the bad list. Meanwhile, undertake an aggressive campaign to cultivate, seek out, and enjoy the five exciting things that you love to do and think about. In fact, any time you notice your attention veering toward the negative stuff, immediately steer it toward the positive. Don't worry, this exercise won't turn you into a brain-dead optimist. After all, you'll only do it for a week. The items on the second list will still be there when you're done. Or will they? Maybe they will have mutated into something more manageable.
and THIS is my favorite astrologer, Caeriel Crestin, giving me advice:
Cancer (June 21–July 22)
Unfortunately, the more you fret, the better you'll get at it. Just like anything else, practice makes perfect. Tomorrow you'll be able to cram more intense worry into less time than you could yesterday. Obviously, this is an unhealthy cycle, one I hope you figure out how to escape. Accept now that you'll never be able to entirely let go of worry; in some ways it's hard-wired into your brain. Instead of trying to suppress it, your best bet is to counter it. Luckily, you can develop other, better thought habits, which you can use to drown out the nagging little voice in your brain that will always point out what might go wrong, forever. This week, practice those.
So the message is pretty clear. I worry too much and sometimes obsess negatively.
OK I GET IT.
Five bad things to stick in the closet
Feeling hurt by others' insensitivity.
My kindness being taken for granted.
Being told that the way I am is either not mature, not evolved, or not open-minded enough
(man do I now feel like a SHIT for everyone I'VE ever preached to, or what?).
Resentment towards family members.
Hating my complexion.
Five things I like to think about
JT Magazine stuff
Living in Mexico
Learning more about boat systems and seamanship
Being in love
Traveling
soy mal?
Don't bother reading this post. Instead, read this and see how you're probably ingesting a shitload of estrogen. Especially you guys...
I have a shitload of internal drama that's wearing me out. I want to run run run away from it. It's great to be able to identify and acknowledge my weaknesses, but hellish to feel compelled to overthink them, to figure out what change is necessary, to implement that change, and the worst - feeling guilty for how I am. I'm really sick of that last part. I'm constantly torn between being comfortable with who I am versus being openminded and accepting of how others want me to be.
I'm so ready to say fuck all that and I am who I am, take me or leave me. Who am I, though? I'm firmly rooted in beliefs of intentional community, hard work, true love, socialism, and being aware of how anything I do might affect others. Woohoo! Sounds like a fun gal. Haha.
Being Fun is not high on my list of priorities in life. Being happy is, though. Accomplishing the above goals makes me happy. A pretty sunset, reading, sailing, drinking hot chocolate on a cold morning at work, being held by someone I love, seeing other people in love - all these things make me happy. I'm not a partier, and though I attend parties, I'm not interested in being the life of the party or getting obliterated or Make New Connections. It feels contrived. I get drunk just to be at the same level with other partygoers and NOT think it's pointless to be there. At least at Adrian's parties there's great food and a hot tub. I'm just so so not into small talk. I want to know how you truly feel about your job and your direction in life, so I'll ask more intrusive questions, but some of them will get this glazed look, and say "Oh well I'm in development, and I'm really interested in working abroad, helping the disadvantaged build community infrastructure...." blah blah blah. Who gives a shit? Who are YOU really? I'm impatient. Is there a living, feeling human being in there? That's who I want to meet. What's your passion? Be yourself, not this shell of a human who puts on a different face depending on the situation. Here's my party face, here's my work face, here's my private face. It sucks that society contributes to this behavior. It's like nobody really knows who they are anymore.
Socially, I'm changing. Lately I've only felt truly comfortable around Nanette, the KTwins, a few people at work, and my sailing friends I visited during tallships. Being in Seattle more than a year is something I haven't done in over 10 years. It's not healthy.
I have a shitload of internal drama that's wearing me out. I want to run run run away from it. It's great to be able to identify and acknowledge my weaknesses, but hellish to feel compelled to overthink them, to figure out what change is necessary, to implement that change, and the worst - feeling guilty for how I am. I'm really sick of that last part. I'm constantly torn between being comfortable with who I am versus being openminded and accepting of how others want me to be.
I'm so ready to say fuck all that and I am who I am, take me or leave me. Who am I, though? I'm firmly rooted in beliefs of intentional community, hard work, true love, socialism, and being aware of how anything I do might affect others. Woohoo! Sounds like a fun gal. Haha.
Being Fun is not high on my list of priorities in life. Being happy is, though. Accomplishing the above goals makes me happy. A pretty sunset, reading, sailing, drinking hot chocolate on a cold morning at work, being held by someone I love, seeing other people in love - all these things make me happy. I'm not a partier, and though I attend parties, I'm not interested in being the life of the party or getting obliterated or Make New Connections. It feels contrived. I get drunk just to be at the same level with other partygoers and NOT think it's pointless to be there. At least at Adrian's parties there's great food and a hot tub. I'm just so so not into small talk. I want to know how you truly feel about your job and your direction in life, so I'll ask more intrusive questions, but some of them will get this glazed look, and say "Oh well I'm in development, and I'm really interested in working abroad, helping the disadvantaged build community infrastructure...." blah blah blah. Who gives a shit? Who are YOU really? I'm impatient. Is there a living, feeling human being in there? That's who I want to meet. What's your passion? Be yourself, not this shell of a human who puts on a different face depending on the situation. Here's my party face, here's my work face, here's my private face. It sucks that society contributes to this behavior. It's like nobody really knows who they are anymore.
Socially, I'm changing. Lately I've only felt truly comfortable around Nanette, the KTwins, a few people at work, and my sailing friends I visited during tallships. Being in Seattle more than a year is something I haven't done in over 10 years. It's not healthy.
up late with the people's princess
Probably the girliest things I've ever done in my life was stay up all night to watch live footage of Diana arriving in a glass coach at St. Pauls Cathedral and walking down the aisle to become a princess. I was eight years old. We had one of those tvs that was the size and weight of a giant safe, and I sat crosslegged, two feet away so that I could hear with the volume turned down, drinking soda and eating popcorn.
Tonight I watched The Queen on DVD, and the entire plot is based on events surrounding Princess Diana's death. It the moments before her accident, they show clips of Diana when she first became engaged, her smiling that beautiful, genuine smile. I cried like a baby.
I spent hours this evening making dinner for the crew of five who went up to the cabin to help sheathe the roof. Couldn't go up so I thought making dinner might be something anyway. I also watched the Bourne Supremacy as well. Sure makes me want to get rid of my cell phone.
Tonight I watched The Queen on DVD, and the entire plot is based on events surrounding Princess Diana's death. It the moments before her accident, they show clips of Diana when she first became engaged, her smiling that beautiful, genuine smile. I cried like a baby.
I spent hours this evening making dinner for the crew of five who went up to the cabin to help sheathe the roof. Couldn't go up so I thought making dinner might be something anyway. I also watched the Bourne Supremacy as well. Sure makes me want to get rid of my cell phone.
threadless
Went out for beers at The Dirty Bird after work today. I doubt I'll start partying as much as my coworkers. I'd like to get them out sailing though.
Katie and I watched the documentary "Sicko" for the first time. Very compelling. Of course it makes me want to live in France or Canada, and I'm glad it shows that even if you have insurance, you're probably still screwed.
2 people who know me well got me similar birthday presents this year. they both bought american made teeshirts from threadless.com:
jarad sent me this one, designed by Brock Davis:
and katie got me this one, designed by Ian Leino
it's even called "A Voyage of Discovery"
Katie and I watched the documentary "Sicko" for the first time. Very compelling. Of course it makes me want to live in France or Canada, and I'm glad it shows that even if you have insurance, you're probably still screwed.
2 people who know me well got me similar birthday presents this year. they both bought american made teeshirts from threadless.com:
jarad sent me this one, designed by Brock Davis:
and katie got me this one, designed by Ian Leino
it's even called "A Voyage of Discovery"
