A few thoughts:
1. I’m reading Glimmer. Question the world, do something, venture far and wide, see what might be. Heavy on Bruce Mau’s “Incomplete Manifesto” which I’d forgotten. Mau’s list is largely applicable across life – which perhaps is design of sorts: go deep, allow events to change you, drift, don’t be cool, remember, collaborate, stay up late.
2. I also recently watched Bright Star. It fit the bill due to my love of period films, British actors, female directors, and watch instantly status on NetFlix. Keats is of my favorite genre of tragic talent, and while his odes are lovely, faery-filled things… watching this reminded me of more writing I’d let slip:
Give me women, wine, and snuff
Until I cry out “hold, enough!”
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection;
For bless my beard they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
Not feeling quite as boldly optimistic about the year as I was on day one, but I’m still feeling pretty frickin’ good about the odds this year, despite the following:
- I found one beautiful, smart, well-educated, and entrepreneurial man on Flag Day. Scared him away, or maybe he was way out of my league? In any case, I felt slightly better when someone later told me that he may be gay. I’d prefer that than to acknowledge that I’m shooting too high.
- While I didn’t do this consciously [ahem, tequila], I did reach out not once, but twice to a guy who previously told me that I’m shit. Absolute shit. I’m afraid I’ve fallen into “kicked puppy mode” with him, where I eager beaver it with hopes that the next time I run into/see/force myself into his life, he’ll be a better person.
- I created a profile on match.com, just to see what’s cookin’ in the Bay Area. Despite my filters on height, education, salary, and drinking levels, I can’t say any of them made me want to un-hide my profile and make a stab at online dating.
- I’m still occasionally browsing craigslist’s missed connections, partially because there are some hilariously egregious attempts at spelling and grammar, but also because I’m hoping that gorgeous guy with the gorgeous dog who lives in my neighborhood finally decides we have a missed connection. And that guy from Flag Day. And maybe the guy at Peet’s the other week, who I also saw en route to spinning class on the same day, my birthday [I thought he may be a gift from the gods].
On the upside:
My friends are still amazing. It’s been mostly sunny and my legs are tan. I’ve met some fun new people. I’ve committed to losing my latest extra poundage before San Diego + South Carolina next month through an incentive-based weight loss = shopping allowance program. I got a new romper, as a gift, and it’s awesome. I have multiple reunions with some of my favorite people on the horizon. My orchid is officially alive and blooming in two directions.
Today I turned twenty-five. And I couldn’t be more excited.
Life is amazing right now. Bittersweet at times, but full of absurdity and laughter.
Things I’ve been doing lately that I plan to continue doing for the next 365 days include: spontaneous dancing, long runs followed by copious consumption of chocolate milk, saying yes, trusting people, smiling ’til my face hurts, concert-going, enjoying the wonderful people that are around me and making sure that they know it, laughing at everything worth laughing at, living for the sunshine, making friends and taking names, buying flowers any chance I get, tequila shots on Tuesdays, loving colors and shiny things, spinning/sweating my troubles out, crying when it helps, sending cards just because, making excuses to see friends otherwise far away.
I’ve also decided to start doing a committed job of chronicling my social/friend/dating life, because how many people get chased out of El Farolito at 3:30AM by a 4-foot tall, fedora-wearing, pony-tailed man expressing passionate love? Who ends up body slammed into the pavement while dressed as Slimer during Bay to Breakers without loosening the grip on a beloved, vintage gold clutch? Or is offered a job as a soccer agent by a cabbie? And who can not talk about times like when multiple random men at Peet’s offer to be the first to sign an immaculate neon pink cast?
Life’s a story worth telling. Here’s to telling it.
Better late than never. A list of what made me happy this Monday:
- The rain has left San Francisco for the time being. It almost feels like a real spring, and the rainless state of things makes me so thrilled I could burst.
- I met someone with a dashing collection of cuff links, including knots. And now I want to buy a pair of orange knots for all the men I know. Seriously.
- It’s almost time for March Madness.
- I’m going to Vegas this weekend… and for the first time will step foot outside of the airport. With some of my favorite people in the entire world.
- My love for running seems to have repaired itself. For awhile, I was nervous that I hated it a bit. Turns out, I was just restless.
- Reading SF Eater. It makes me hungry, and I really do want to spend all my money on never cooking again.
Said through tears at my tow protest hearing today at the SFMTA.
I cannot believe the complete lack of a burden of proof on this organization. Ticketing officers don’t have to take a photo before issuing a tow ticket, are not contacted in the hearing process, and are not required to record any specific details of the claimed issue besides a generic reason code which sheds no light into the justification for an authorization.
Also, the fact that the towing is contracted out to a private enterprise such that any refunds issued mean money out of the city’s coffers = one heck of motivation to have no justice.
Blowing my mind.
I am still battling my natural cynical tendencies to find things I love, as I’m sure that identifying “wonderful” will make me happier. Things that made this Monday bright:
- The fact that I can check my horoscope for Tuesday after 9PM (Pacific) on Monday on the Wash Post. It makes me feel absurdly prescient.
- Finding out that Vegas (talk about a city of lights) is in my very near future AND that it will most definitely include some of my lifetime favorite friends from the East Coast. I have never been to Sin City, save the airport, which I hated. But I’m optimistic that I’ll love this trip as if something is largely lurid and gold, the probability that I will love it is around 99%.
- An attractive guy at the corner grocery: tall (rare in this city), dark-haired, athletic, and frustrated. Another plus at the same place: plaintain chips, on sale [and only the tiniest bit stale].
- I’m digging these guys’ shirts. Maybe because they have a size called “marge” (and “smedium”). Men that I know, beware, t-shirts are in your future.