well well. loook at my raw food sushi. look! and yes, i did personally pickle that ginger. yes.
i did not mean to disappear for so long. alas. and hey, howard, i did notice my post was featured for a little while. a little tickle. a rat a tat shake. thanks.
sunday on a torn out kinda piece of scrap paper started rambling:
feeling a bit out of sorts but calming down i think i guess. (i qualify and qualify) coming off the end of an overly airported family experience. a so-called vacation which has left me rather weary. happy enough to finally be properly alone and in control of my hours. short as the daylight hours are this time of year. alas. all dark at five in the evening. but so things rotate on their axes just so. rumble rumble (what's it called...the way the earth wobbles a bit about its axis?). meanwhile. some temporal wobble? the unexpectedly long conversation with the random british geneticist who shared my table in the overly crowded cafe (que tal on guerrero cute as a button, big windows facing west) (oh dear, i let him have my email) some moments ago. my weird pseudo relative-laden birthday (twenty four, ladies and gentlemen) which was fine. just fine. delicately sprinkled with some mild irritation that mom invited all the sister's boyfriend relatives to the house for _my_ birthday. no sense at all. heartening happy phone calls from friends throughout the day. the oregon boy who heartily apologized for just missing the proper time (11:37 am) by half hour or so. the curious visit of that boy some weeks earlier. [so ends the previously written slightly edited section. hup] nearly killed me really. yikes. received a phone call late friday the night before i was to take the psychology gre at 8:30 in the morning. criky. it is oregon boy. he says he is in san francisco. on cesar chavez. is that nearby? (actually absurdly nearby for getting off at a random exit) plus his pal who also works at the hostel. goodwill and mild giddiness let them stay. but surely all awry went sleeping. sleeping patterns. they stayed til wednesday too. eek. how am i to sleep well at night when there is this boy in my bed? i mean. hey. that was nice. but getting out of bed at 6:30 was...impossible. and all that unexpectedness made me less than stellar a hostess. though certainly one cannot expect stellr hospitality with such unexpected appearances. anyway...how weird. a bit surreal and made me totally our of sorts in a rather different way than now. now being overly tired probably due to a mild cold from all that airplane travel sucking the life out of me. but oh yeah, airplane travel: sf to cleveland to boston to cleveland to sf. flying almost every other day for the whole thanksgiving week off (actually i flew back on thanksgiving day, mom came along for the sake of frequent flyer miles, we ate a ton of dim sum for lunch. oho). mom's fault. she would not listen to my protests. oh well though. just about kind of redeemed by the utter charm of seeing my old college pals. though it was a bit hurried. i saw them all in one day in successive bouts of tea drinking, eating, or beer. but hey. i did feel like i was popular and busy and sticking to some jam packed agenda. ha. but how lovely and intelligent and mildly goofy with ease of conversation and the pleasant exchange of future mystery discussion. yes. ah yes. so refreshing. the people i am friends with here such a contrast. curious. kind of sad.
other things could certainly be said. but for now i think that is it.
