So, I drive to work at 5am, right? And I live off of a 3 lane 45mph speed limit road. Usually a really busy street, but at 5am there's practically no one.
I guess that's what most people figure, too.
Because this one day I saw a guy skateboarding down the middle of the road. At 5am. Down that big hill. It was dark. He was wearing black. I panicked for a second and then realized he was completely in control and not in danger of getting hit by anyone. And then I thought that was kinda neat. Kind of really neat.
What prompted him to skate down that hill at 5 in the morning? What kind of sane person gets up that early?
My neighborhood is kind of awesome sometimes.
5.19.2010
Fiendish
I did something very uncharacteristically real-me today. I was parking near campus and when I noticed that the car parked in front of me had a California license plate and a San Francisco Giants license plate border. It pretty much made my day. So what did I do in return for that person's car making my day? I wrote "Yeah, SF! Go Giants! :)" on the corner of a piece of paper, tore it off, and stuck it under their wipers.
It was funny, because this was very uncharacteristic real-me, but very characteristic ideal-me. I was kind of proud of myself. Then I started having silly thoughts, like, what if that was someone I already knew? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Whatever. I like to think it was a complete stranger and that I made their day after they realized that slip of paper was not a parking ticket. :)
It was funny, because this was very uncharacteristic real-me, but very characteristic ideal-me. I was kind of proud of myself. Then I started having silly thoughts, like, what if that was someone I already knew? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Whatever. I like to think it was a complete stranger and that I made their day after they realized that slip of paper was not a parking ticket. :)
5.17.2010
The Moon Says Hello to the Evening Star
On the first summer night of the year, we payed our respects to the city of Ogden and played some metal.
It was a long drive, not many friends came, but between other bands and family it was a pretty good crowd. I took an insane amount of pictures. I learned that you can't headbang very well in 4-inch heels. We met two guys from Katagory V. We ate at Red Robin with a party of 16. I slept the whole way home. It was pretty epic.
The stars and moon are much brighter in Ogden, I got a picture of the moon and evening star (I'm assuming that's what it was), doesn't do it justice at all, but still neat, yes? Maybe?
So, three more shows in the next four weeks. I sure hope my energy doesn't give out on me! Chugging vitamin drinks should help, right?
Today I braided my hair, did pilates, and wore a white t-shirt all day. I also made up a song about wondering where my husband was. I guess he must have snagged a last-minute job this morning and left while I was still asleep. Either that or he already had this job and I had just forgotten about it.
Oh, days off. I wish I had more food in the fridge. Love, Jin.
It was a long drive, not many friends came, but between other bands and family it was a pretty good crowd. I took an insane amount of pictures. I learned that you can't headbang very well in 4-inch heels. We met two guys from Katagory V. We ate at Red Robin with a party of 16. I slept the whole way home. It was pretty epic.
The stars and moon are much brighter in Ogden, I got a picture of the moon and evening star (I'm assuming that's what it was), doesn't do it justice at all, but still neat, yes? Maybe?So, three more shows in the next four weeks. I sure hope my energy doesn't give out on me! Chugging vitamin drinks should help, right?
Today I braided my hair, did pilates, and wore a white t-shirt all day. I also made up a song about wondering where my husband was. I guess he must have snagged a last-minute job this morning and left while I was still asleep. Either that or he already had this job and I had just forgotten about it.
Oh, days off. I wish I had more food in the fridge. Love, Jin.
5.11.2010
Start Up the Engines!
Today I felt like I was being replaced by a machine again.
If the above thought had not occurred to me, it really would have been quite neat, the huffing and puffing of air pressure reminded me of steampunk movies and it all looked so kitschy sci-fi, I was rather amused.
I made taco soup that was waaay too spicy. FYI, crushed red pepper is not an ok substitute for chili powder. XD;
If the above thought had not occurred to me, it really would have been quite neat, the huffing and puffing of air pressure reminded me of steampunk movies and it all looked so kitschy sci-fi, I was rather amused.
I made taco soup that was waaay too spicy. FYI, crushed red pepper is not an ok substitute for chili powder. XD;
5.06.2010
Maybe It's a Good Thing
My worries for the day are gone with the wind, blown out the window of a gothic cathedral and eaten by gargoyles.
Music is really calming, and my neighborhood is beautiful, can I just say that?
I found out that my hours are being reduced by two hours a day until work picks up again.
So I walked home with my parka and scarf bundled in my arms, biting my lip, wondering how I was going to break the news to my husband and thinking all sorts of inane worries.
My music was on shuffle, I heard this song, and everything was better. Everything.
I have comfort music like lots of people have comfort food.
An extra two hours a day isn't so bad huh? That's two more hours of sunlight I can enjoy. Two more hours of this short and fleeting springtime.
Music is really calming, and my neighborhood is beautiful, can I just say that?
I found out that my hours are being reduced by two hours a day until work picks up again.
So I walked home with my parka and scarf bundled in my arms, biting my lip, wondering how I was going to break the news to my husband and thinking all sorts of inane worries.
My music was on shuffle, I heard this song, and everything was better. Everything.
I have comfort music like lots of people have comfort food.
An extra two hours a day isn't so bad huh? That's two more hours of sunlight I can enjoy. Two more hours of this short and fleeting springtime.
5.04.2010
Kitchen Window
Is it just me, or is there something magical about kitchen windows? No? Well you have to hear this, then, let me convert you!
So growing up sometimes I lived in small, old, and run-down apartments. Like, there was a tree and plants thrown in the courtyard just for good measure, but no one ever tended them and they spent most the year kind of brownish around the edges. Like, our power outlets only had two slots in them instead of three. Like, it was a one-bedroom for my entire family. That kind of deal.
But, we were also lucky enough to live with the back of our place, where all the windows were, along a line of trees that protected us from a downhill slope and the gaze of civilization. So with our overgrown gardens and looming trees and cramped conditions sometimes I liked to pretend I lived in a little hideout, an abandoned house, or ancient ruins--something stained with age and overgrown with green. It made me love my house. Love my life a little more.
One of my favorites is watching the afternoon light come in through the kitchen window, watch the world turn greyish blue and watch the trees grow darker as the light fades. It's always seemed magical to me. And it's always been the kitchen window, it's always the one that's high enough and small enough where you can't see too much of reality, and you can actually believe you live in ancient ruins, or some other world far away from your problems.
I took a picture yesterday out of my kitchen window. It's not very satisfying, I don't think it captures really what I see in it. Outside of my window now I see the side of my neighbor's house. A side that doesn't get seen by just anyone walking down the street. On the side there is a stack of wooden boards leaning up against the fence that have been there for who-knows-how-long, and a window that's always open a little bit and stuffed with rolled up colorful towels (wonder what for). The house is a warm pale tan color, and is an older-fashioned house that has at least the facade of wood panels and the small squarish build that I love so much about old houses. And, of course, there is a big, tall, fat, wonderful tree right in front of our window. I love it! I love the view from my kitchen window. Always have. Maybe someday I will be able to capture it on film, this thing that I'm talking about, and if I haven't convinced you already, that picture will!
So growing up sometimes I lived in small, old, and run-down apartments. Like, there was a tree and plants thrown in the courtyard just for good measure, but no one ever tended them and they spent most the year kind of brownish around the edges. Like, our power outlets only had two slots in them instead of three. Like, it was a one-bedroom for my entire family. That kind of deal.
But, we were also lucky enough to live with the back of our place, where all the windows were, along a line of trees that protected us from a downhill slope and the gaze of civilization. So with our overgrown gardens and looming trees and cramped conditions sometimes I liked to pretend I lived in a little hideout, an abandoned house, or ancient ruins--something stained with age and overgrown with green. It made me love my house. Love my life a little more.
One of my favorites is watching the afternoon light come in through the kitchen window, watch the world turn greyish blue and watch the trees grow darker as the light fades. It's always seemed magical to me. And it's always been the kitchen window, it's always the one that's high enough and small enough where you can't see too much of reality, and you can actually believe you live in ancient ruins, or some other world far away from your problems.
I took a picture yesterday out of my kitchen window. It's not very satisfying, I don't think it captures really what I see in it. Outside of my window now I see the side of my neighbor's house. A side that doesn't get seen by just anyone walking down the street. On the side there is a stack of wooden boards leaning up against the fence that have been there for who-knows-how-long, and a window that's always open a little bit and stuffed with rolled up colorful towels (wonder what for). The house is a warm pale tan color, and is an older-fashioned house that has at least the facade of wood panels and the small squarish build that I love so much about old houses. And, of course, there is a big, tall, fat, wonderful tree right in front of our window. I love it! I love the view from my kitchen window. Always have. Maybe someday I will be able to capture it on film, this thing that I'm talking about, and if I haven't convinced you already, that picture will!
5.01.2010
No Plans Day
Today I will have one plan: to have no plans.
I've been dying for a weekend. It is finally my weekend! I have Sunday and Monday instead of Saturday and Sunday off-bizarre, I know, but aren't I always?
Last Monday I spent shopping. But not relaxing I-don't-really-need-anything browsing shopping, it was more like errand shopping, but for clothes and normally fun stuff to shop for. Jeans shopping is suuuch a pain! Nothing fits right, looks right, or is priced right, and I embarrass myself by taking six different jeans into the dressing room and going back four different times. A pain! But now I have acquired two more pairs. Two is enough for now.
So Monday was not so much a day off.
But today is, today is! I don't even have band practice, and Saturday's without band practice feel like getting out of high school on a Friday afternoon with no sports practice or work after school. Glorious!
So today I will have no plans. It will be great. :)
I've been dying for a weekend. It is finally my weekend! I have Sunday and Monday instead of Saturday and Sunday off-bizarre, I know, but aren't I always?
Last Monday I spent shopping. But not relaxing I-don't-really-need-anything browsing shopping, it was more like errand shopping, but for clothes and normally fun stuff to shop for. Jeans shopping is suuuch a pain! Nothing fits right, looks right, or is priced right, and I embarrass myself by taking six different jeans into the dressing room and going back four different times. A pain! But now I have acquired two more pairs. Two is enough for now.
So Monday was not so much a day off.
But today is, today is! I don't even have band practice, and Saturday's without band practice feel like getting out of high school on a Friday afternoon with no sports practice or work after school. Glorious!
So today I will have no plans. It will be great. :)