And yet another question

Asked why sometimes it hurts so much more than other times to get stuck with the acupuncture needles?
"I think it just depends on where your energy is, and where your nerves are at at that very point in time... You know how sometimes when you're in the grocery store for example and somebody cuts in front of you in line and you're just like Goddammit bitch! but then at other times, you're all like Oh that's fine, no worries..."
Yeah?
It's kinda like that.

Question of the day

So today I wonder, did the guy with the deformed clothes hanger outside Jackson's eventually get into that locked car?
The car was running, the guy was beyond stressed, people were watching.... the morning was cold, my coffee was getting cold... so I kept walking after I suggested he call Public Safety.

I also wonder, was it his car?
You'd think so, right?

A furry friend for our furry friend...

I think I want to get another cat. Not because I think the one I have is so awesome and I just want more and more. Like people sometimes get with tattoos.
Or cats.
Crazy cat people...yaikes.
But no. This is not like that.
This is because I think our cat is lonely. And I feel bad. And also irritated. Coming back after a weekend trip she is just out of whack for days... and as much as I like a cat snuggle every here and there, having a feline band aid gets old. Ski season is brutal, by the time she gets over our last ditching her, we pack up and leave again.
So, I'm thinking if we had two cats.... they could keep each other company.
I would wait till after the summer though, since it's slightly easier to find people to watch a single cat than the plural form.
Also, I'm pretty sure Dylan is going to have an opinion in this matter. He definitely had one when we first got a cat.
Didn't want one at all.
So I mean, I'll definitely take his opinion into consideration.

Eye opener

We are in Boise for the weekend. Checking out Treefort Music Fest, but also checking out the city. It feels much like our first trip to Hong Kong when we were living in Shenzhen.

Then:
Dairy products! Toilet paper! Normal bread! People standing in line and waiting their turn! Public transportation that runs on time!
And: why the fuck to we live where we do...?

Now:
Water! People being active outside! A variety of restaurants and bars! An art scene! Recycling!
And: why the fuck do we live where we do...?

Also

He's a freaking askhole, my bed mate. So he goes: What do you want done with your remains after  you die?
Again, it's 3am and I was having a great time sleeping peacefully just 10 minutes ago.
I tell him. I definitely want to be cremated and I definitely want all my ashes kept or buried or spread, in one spot. You know how some people are like "one third in my hometown, and then a little bit in the ocean and some spread from the water tower and then a sprinkle right there on the ski hill" or whatever...
Not me. Whatever you do, don't split me up.
I tell him. At 3am.
"Why? I want to be spread a bunch of different places.... don't you want me to blah, blah, blah...?"
No.
"Really?! Cause I think that blah, blah, etc etc. yada yada...."
Look.
If you want to know what I want done with my remains, I will tell you. In fact, I just did. If you want to ignore all that and do whatever the hell you chose better, then go for it. I'll be dead. Can't really do much about it at that point. But don't ask me what I want (especially at 3am, what the hell is wrong with you anyway...?) just to start an argument where you try to convince me I actually should want something else.
Jeeez.

Deep thoughts in the dark...

Dylan asked me, at like 3am, "what do you think dying is like?"

What do I think dying is like?

I think dying is like the end of a movie.
Sometimes it's a long time coming and you're ready to wrap up. The loose ends have been connected, the main characters in the drama are already dead too, people are starting to put their coats on a leave the theater.
It's about time. And then it's over.
Other times it's like "That's it?!? You're shitting me? It can't end like this...?" and everyone is all unprepared and taken by surprise by the abrupt ending. Times like that you feel cheated and pissed. And the regrets come rolling in. Because that was not the way it was supposed to end.
Sometimes it ends with a twist.
Sometimes with a bang.
Sometimes it takes so long you fall asleep multiple times before it's actually over.
That's what I think.

Eat as you learn

Clicked on a link this morning telling me all about “7 foods you think are healthy but are not”. Not a whole lot of surprises there, feel like I’m pretty in tune with what’s good for you and not.
Not like I live my life all accordingly or anything, but I know…for the most part, what’s a bad or worse choice to make.
Subway was on that list, by the way. Lots of chemicals and processed shit in those sandwiches.
Still tastes pretty good though, the one I just had for lunch did anyway.  

TGIF & Happy St. P

The first time I ever ate at TGIF was at time's square on Manhattan. It was busy and over prized and the waiter was a bitch.
But my love for Caesar salads was born. 
The first time I ever visited an American mall, it was the Mall of America. Needless to say, every mall since has seemed kind of smallish.
The first time I ever worked at a place with a clock in and out system, my hate for the clock in and out system was born.
The first St. Patrick's Day me and D ever spent together was in his WV bus, somewhere in Oregon and it was cold and rainy and we played cards in the camper van and drank hot chocolate and peppermint schnaps to stay warm. And I thought he was full of shit when he told me we were actually celebrating a holiday that was Irish and involved a bunch of green stuff.... yeah right, good one.
But I later learned he was right. On that one.

Mamma

My mom's birthday is today.
Also, it's pi-day.
Also, I was going to go watch Life of Pi last night but sweatpants and old episodes of Modern Family trumped uncomfortable theater seats and walking back to campus.
I spend enough time on campus as it is.
It is time now to walk on over to my first meeting of the day.
All I really wanted to say was Happy Birthday to the amazing woman who is my mother.

Over and out.

Mondays are Mandarin, Tuesdays Turkish....

Since I have two google accounts connected to my calendar and some of my online stuff is synched up in ways I don't even understand, it doesn't surprise or bother me that my electronic helpers oftentimes seem confused as to what language I want stuff in. My e-mail and calendar jump back and forth between Swedish and English and I usually don't even notice it unless people point it out. But yeah it makes sense, in a way.
.com and .se

What did not make sense, however, was how my co-workers e-mail suddenly decided Icelandic was the way to go. I just heard her crying in her office
"What does this mean?!? I don't know what this meeeeeans! Who did this?"
Lucky for her I could decipher it and turn her settings back to English.
Had it been Polish or Arabic or most other non-Scandinavian languages, that could have probably taken awhile.

Huge amounts of shit going on right now

Just in case you were wondering, that is. A month worth of programming smushed into three days. And then, you know, life. And school.
And all.
So... yeah.

Anyways... some people have better plans for their lives
I might have gotten this all wrong all along


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Liar Liar Face on Fire

General Tsao said his chicken dish was "medium hot" which was total bullshit and now my throat is burning like crazy. I should have known when I saw chilies swimming in the sauce that this dish is probably not for me....
But since I was super hungry I just ate it as fast as I could. And washed it down with coffee. My stomach loves me right now.
I'm such a spice wuss. When Austin was cooking for us this summer I thought the salsa was just the perfect amount of spicy before the chili even went in.

Is this what getting old is like?

I used to get tired at night, gradually, like a on fading scale where there was a lot of grey in the middle where I could go either way. Like
"I'm kinda tired but if something was to be going on I'd get up and out"
or "yeah I'm getting sleepy but I will obviously finish the movie"

Not no more. Now it's like a frying pan to my head every night. One second I'm all "what do you mean Will I stay up if we watch a movie?" All offended.
The next second, I'm dead asleep.

Safe to say

I showed up a little early to the Safe Zone meeting.
A week, or so.
That's just how committed I am.
Committed and scattered brained.

Arts & Guns.... cause that's what I do

This Sunday started out sunny through the windows but turned cold and windy as I stepped outside to go to the office. On a Sunday. And if that wasn’t off enough, there was a Gun Show going on on campus today. Yay, guns. Not. Damn Idaho.

Anyways lots of art happening lately. Austin, my brother in law, is getting ready to graduate with an MFA, and then take off for Spain to do art on the other side.
And then today I helped Sammy hang her show in a gallery on campus.

I have the most respect for people who can sing and draw (not at the same time necessarily, those are just two talents I was left completely without) it’s almost like flying or being invisible.
A superpower.