new digs
this is my new studio in berzerkley. check out the TWO OVENS and ENDLESS BUILT-INS and fire escape ouside HUGE SOUTHFACING KITCHEN WINDOW where i'll be growing HERB. s. hahahaha california marijuana joke hahahaha.
life is a highway
hey guys, i'm in california, san francisco to be exact, staying with a friend while I adjust to poverty, anomie, and psychic desolation. i mean grad school. the trip out here was pretty rad. first i drove from kansas city to boulder and saw some trippy storms on the plains. then i hung out with a friend who I'd interned with on the Hill a long time ago. We went to the Kitchen for sustainable/local type veggie snacks and cocktails (thanks for the suggestion Emily). the next day we drove to Salt Lake and had dinner with another DC friend and then brunch the next morning at this little vegan place, Vertical Diner, in the industrial section of town, where I ordered cream with my coffee bc i'm dumb. Then we drove thru the salt flats and took dumb photos next to the 'Tree of Utah.'
We stayed at my family's house in Truckee, which is north of Lake Tahoe, for 4 nights and it was awesome. We grilled and read in the hammock and rented sea-doos on the lake and went hiking around Emerald Bay and drank beers overlooking historic Truckee and watched scary movies and didn't see any bears and i dominated at monopoly.
Then it was time to come down the mountain and so we drove to San Francisco and picked up my boxes at the Emeryville Amtrak station, except for 1 which they lost temporarily, then came back to the Mission district and drank beers. The next morning we walked down 24th St and got really delicious coffee and bagels at Philz and watched all the active San Franciscans take advantage of the street closures for Sunday Streets.
since then in the 2.5 days i've been in SF I've: had my car towed and got a ticket, been lonely, got kinda drunk twice, and ate a burrito. things are looking down. also, yesterday i looked at 4 different apartments in the East Bay, mostly in north Oakland. its kind of a shitty place. today i'm looking at smaller and more expensive places in Berkeley. hopefully by the end of the week I'll have found something decent, preferably with a tree or two and no drivebys.
We stayed at my family's house in Truckee, which is north of Lake Tahoe, for 4 nights and it was awesome. We grilled and read in the hammock and rented sea-doos on the lake and went hiking around Emerald Bay and drank beers overlooking historic Truckee and watched scary movies and didn't see any bears and i dominated at monopoly.
Then it was time to come down the mountain and so we drove to San Francisco and picked up my boxes at the Emeryville Amtrak station, except for 1 which they lost temporarily, then came back to the Mission district and drank beers. The next morning we walked down 24th St and got really delicious coffee and bagels at Philz and watched all the active San Franciscans take advantage of the street closures for Sunday Streets.
since then in the 2.5 days i've been in SF I've: had my car towed and got a ticket, been lonely, got kinda drunk twice, and ate a burrito. things are looking down. also, yesterday i looked at 4 different apartments in the East Bay, mostly in north Oakland. its kind of a shitty place. today i'm looking at smaller and more expensive places in Berkeley. hopefully by the end of the week I'll have found something decent, preferably with a tree or two and no drivebys.
hyphy
this is my last night in DC. I put all my earthly belongings on a train to the west coast today. then i got a muhfuhkin cheddar stuffed 'shroom burger and toasted marshmellow shake at Good Stuff care of Spike from Top Chef. It is sunny outside and i'm full and sleepy and i'm going to nap before I finish packing and folks come over to grill in a couple hours. then tomorrow i'm 5 thou.
this is how i'm getting to california:
this is how i'm getting to california:
first and hopefully last feminist rant on this blog
i walked to CVS at 7th and FL this morning to get claritin bc i was dying of allergies and was street harrassed by some bozo. he's all "hey girl you look so sexy in that girl i wanna..." to which i normally would've ignored it and walked on but this morning i was like drowning in snot and hadn't even had coffee and i wasn't having it at all so i was like "hey man its like 9:30 in the morning" and he's like "its just a compliment" and i'm like "that's not a compliment, its rude" and he's like "so what's a compliment?" and I'm like "just say hello" to which he says "well you shouldn't be leaving the house like that if you don't want 'compliments'." see below documentation of exactly what I was wearing, as if it mattered which it doesn't, but like fuck you asshole i am not even wearing anything scandalous, which would be fine even if i was because like this is america and it is my birthright to dress as skanky as i want without you getting all up in my stuff at 9:30 in the fucking morning, you cretinous shit.
UGH WHAT A JERKFACE I AM SO PISSED UUUUUGH.
UGH WHAT A JERKFACE I AM SO PISSED UUUUUGH.
its go time
i'm leaving DC July 7. I'm flying to Kansas City to visit with fam, friends, and my favorite little thrift store on the plains that never fails to yield a girly dress or two. Then I'm driving from KC to Boulder, then Salt Lake, then Tahoe, then SF. that's the plan.
oh but first i need to sell all my shit on craigslist, and plan a swap to get rid of all my clothes, and send my books to Powell's to sell, and find a box to pack my bike in, and pack up all my remaining crap and figure out the most economical way to ship it 3000 miles across the country, and cancel my gym membership, and switch the gas bill out of my name, and hang out with all my friends before i go, and see any last DC cultural markers I never got around to seeing in the last 4 years, and make sure my new student loans are on their way into my Berkeley account, and gaglak;dlgkha;lkdg.
needless to say i didn't do any of that boring shit today. duh, i leisurely drank some coffee, watched a Top Chef marathon, and started to read INFINITE JEST. AGAIN. finding inspiration in this effort, i've decided to get back in that hard, junk-chafing saddle again and just finish it.
some history: i bought the book at Politics and Prose on my birthday in January 2007 but felt too intimidated to even pick it up until early 2008. then i took 6 months to get through the first 200 pages and another 3 months for the next 100 and then infinitely frustrated, i threw it at the wall where it left a large dent.
but this time my confidence is up and I'm ready to try again. only thing is, I start grad school (lo, not even grad school, but pre-grad school dork camp, like wtf) on August 10th, so I have only 8 weeks in which to slog through 981 pages of incomprehensible mind-fuckery plus 96 pages of endnotes, most of which are as mesmerizing as the catalogue of ships in the Iliad. but no matter, its on. finite jest it will be this time. you hear that, DFW? finite.
oh but first i need to sell all my shit on craigslist, and plan a swap to get rid of all my clothes, and send my books to Powell's to sell, and find a box to pack my bike in, and pack up all my remaining crap and figure out the most economical way to ship it 3000 miles across the country, and cancel my gym membership, and switch the gas bill out of my name, and hang out with all my friends before i go, and see any last DC cultural markers I never got around to seeing in the last 4 years, and make sure my new student loans are on their way into my Berkeley account, and gaglak;dlgkha;lkdg.
needless to say i didn't do any of that boring shit today. duh, i leisurely drank some coffee, watched a Top Chef marathon, and started to read INFINITE JEST. AGAIN. finding inspiration in this effort, i've decided to get back in that hard, junk-chafing saddle again and just finish it.
some history: i bought the book at Politics and Prose on my birthday in January 2007 but felt too intimidated to even pick it up until early 2008. then i took 6 months to get through the first 200 pages and another 3 months for the next 100 and then infinitely frustrated, i threw it at the wall where it left a large dent.
but this time my confidence is up and I'm ready to try again. only thing is, I start grad school (lo, not even grad school, but pre-grad school dork camp, like wtf) on August 10th, so I have only 8 weeks in which to slog through 981 pages of incomprehensible mind-fuckery plus 96 pages of endnotes, most of which are as mesmerizing as the catalogue of ships in the Iliad. but no matter, its on. finite jest it will be this time. you hear that, DFW? finite.
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