27
Jan 10

Coughing, yoga, work

I’m getting over a cold so you know what that means: a hacking, choking cough.

I’ve had the cough since I was a kid.  It’s dry and ticklish, and lasts for weeks on end.  Last year I went to the doctor who said it was either asthma or allergies.  Since I can run four miles without losing my breath, I figured it was probably the latter.

Allegra took care of it (along with my hives), but now that I don’t have insurance, I don’t get Allegra.

I have to make do with water, tea, and lozenges, and scaring people into thinking I have H1N1 or bird flu.

* * *

Had my yoga class yesterday and my arms are sore!  But in a good way, not in a I-can’t-even-scratch-my-nose kind of way.  I also ran four miles.  Woohoo!

What keeps me from going crazy without a nine to five job is 1) staying in shape, and 2) being a productive writer.

* * *

Heard the most corp-speaky conversation at Bittersweet the other day.  It was three young women in skirt suits, and one, maybe the manager, said  “spot on” and “stay the course” at least half a dozen times.  (Why do so many corp speak terms ape the military?  “All hands on deck.”  “Round the horn.”  “Stay the course.”  Planning a party is not tantamount to planning an invasion.)

Then the manager type chewed out one of the girls for seeming “disenchanted.”  How much you wanna bet that the girl was doing her job just fine, but because she wasn’t a pollyanna, she’s seen as “disenchanted.”  So not only do you have to do your job, you have to reassure manager types that you’re “thrilled” and “excited.”

WHY?

Is it insecurity on management’s part?  Or is it somehow tricking you into thinking you need them more than they need you?  It’s not enough to do my job, I have to walk around with an asshat grin on my face all day.  Yeah, fuck you.

Gee, Angela, tell us how you really feel.


15
Jan 10

My mother strikes again

Now that my mother doesn’t have to worry about MB and me living in some one-room hovel that exists only in her imagination, she’s looking for other things to worry about.  Like cooking, or my lack thereof.

“Why don’t you cook for MB once in a while?” she asked earlier this week during an otherwise perfectly pleasant conversation.

Now.  I make maybe four dishes: stir-fried tofu (which I suppose could be replaced with chicken or pork), salmon in a soy sauce-brown sugar marinade, pasta and meat sauce (seasoned ground beef + jar of whatever sauce I happen to have), and a curry beef concoction made up of, yet again, ground beef, instant Japanese curry sauce, and carrots and potatoes, served over rice.  Of course there’s also instant Korean noodles with tofu and veggies, but even I won’t count that as cooking.

Basically what I’m saying is on my own, I won’t starve or have to do takeout every night.  I can get by.

But making one or more of those dishes for someone else?  I don’t think so.

“It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t taste good,” my mother went on.  “It would be a nice thing for you to do.  It would make things, you know. . .better for you two.”

Better how?  Will MB suddenly start seeing me as a valuable asset?  “I can’t get rid of her now! She cooks!”  I know what she means: it would make me better.  Through cooking I can earn my keep and prove my worth.  Why else would MB want to keep me around?  Cuz he loves me?  Naaah.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with cooking something for someone you love, IF you want to do it.  And I’m not against bettering my culinary skills.  But doing it to fulfill some stereotypical role and because my mother says so makes me want to do it even less.  In fact, it really annoys me.  Here is my mother yet again foisting her value set on me, and asking me to live up to expectations that have nothing to do with me, MB, or the lives we lead.

We think of ourselves as partners.  We divide the work.  He cooks, does repairs, and lifts anything heavy.  I wash the dishes, do the laundry, and take care of the general up-keep and organization of the apartment.  The important thing is we share the work – who cares who does what?

So will I ever cook for MB?  Maybe, if the mood strikes.  But if my mother asks again?  I may have to lie and say I made some fancy dish, just to see her reaction.


19
Dec 09

Christmas complaining

When I was married, I’d kill myself shopping for the perfect Christmas gifts for my in-laws.  I got real satisfaction out of seeing my mother-in-law regularly wear the comfortable clothes I got her (while my sister-in-law’s fancy angora sweaters sat untouched in a drawer).  Once I surprised my father-in-law with a very nice box for his pen collection.

I didn’t scrimp on my parents either.  For my father nice paints and brushes, and once a fancy wine bottle opener and reusable “cork,” which he still uses now.  For my mother I once got her a “coffee of the month” gift package (every month for a year, she received a pound of coffee with some snacks); another time a very nice watch from Tourneau; and Waterford crystal figurines, which she collected.

I guess I did spend some bucks around Christmastime, but a lot of it was paid for with these bonus cards through my company.  It was really quite convenient.  And I can’t say I was 100% altruistic in my gift giving.  I wanted to impress people, not necessarily by spending a lot of dough but by getting someone the perfect something that they didn’t even know they wanted.

While my in-laws and parents appreciated my gifts, my ex didn’t.  Despite my track record, he always assumed I’d get the wrong thing.  Once while I was looking for something for his mom, I called him to check on her size, and he said, “No cheap stuff for my mom.”  When had I ever gotten her “cheap stuff”?  When I gave my mother the watch, which I had picked out, he said, “We can return it if you don’t like it.”  Wtf?  She loved it and wore it every day for years till recently when she lost it, to her great sadness.

Now I send gifts to my parents and that’s it.  Wine or books always please my father.   My mother is a bit harder to shop for.  Unlike my dad, she doesn’t have too many hobbies, aside from snuggling on the couch watching Korean soap operas.  So what better than a Snuggie?  Besides, our house is always freezing in the wintertime.  I also got her some San Francisco “treats” – a box of Ghiradelli chocolates and coffee from the San Francisco Coffee Roasting Company – and a Macy’s gift card.

While the wine was easy to send since I ordered it online, sending my mom’s present was a pain in the neck.  It’s my own fault for waiting so long.  First I went to the post office, but there was a line out the door, and two people working.  Two!  At the P.O. near Grand Central in New York, they always had several people working, and another person going up and down the line, seeing if people needed supplies or could use the self-serve postal machine.  While this post office near me now is much smaller, it’s the holidays.  You need more than two people working on the Friday before Christmas at lunchtime.

After five minutes of the line not moving, I gave up and went to Office Depot.  You can get shipping supplies and ship via UPS right there.  Sounds easier than it was.  The girl’s computer was incredibly slow.  Each action took about five minutes.  Plus she kept “updating” me – “It’s logging in now, it’s still logging in, it’s logging in” – yes, I got it the first five times you told me.  The whole transaction took thirty minutes, when normally it should take five.

Then after all that, I decided not to do it.  It was incredibly expensive to ship.  For the Wednesday before Christmas, it was over $50!  “And it’s no guarantee,” the girl said.  Whaaaa?  Then why put a date there at all?  She said it’d be a guarantee if delivered on Sunday or Monday, which would cost over a $100.  That’s just insane!

So I canceled my order and went to FedEx.  I figured if I was going to pay that much, at least I’d want to know for sure that it was going to be delivered.  For Wednesday GUARANTEED delivery FedEx was $37.  Still a pretty price to pay, but not bad for right before Christmas and compared to UPS.  Of course if I had been more organized, I could have sent it via postal service for much cheaper, but oh well.

All that trouble for one gift.  I can’t imagine having a bunch to send.  Next year I’m doing everything online.


16
Dec 09

What I don’t miss about my job: Meetings

Inspired by this very funny post.

While there are a few things I miss about my job – the routine, the benefits, the gym, the computer/printer/copier equipment I could use to my heart’s desire – there are even more that I don’t. The stress, dealing with annoying people, and worrying that any moment I’d be discovered for the fraud I was – underqualified, overpaid, and spending most of the day surfing the internet. What I don’t miss most are meetings.

Merriam-Webster defines a meeting as “an act or process of coming together.” But it’s so much more than that.

The one-on-one. May be the most dreaded form, depending on your boss. With an efficient manager, a one-on-one can be productive. You have a list of questions, you ask them, your boss helps you. Your boss in turn tells you what he or she thinks you need to know. With a bad boss, one-on-ones can be the opposite of productive. They can make you want to kill yourself.

For example, instead of answering your questions, he asks more questions that may or may not be related to the task at hand, and in the end not only do you not have any answers, you have more work, which is even more difficult to complete because now in addition to your original questions, you have several more, which you now don’t want to bring to your boss, because this will only spawn more questions for him.

In addition, those thirty to sixty minutes give him the opportunity to make up some other shit for you to do, about which you’ll no doubt have more questions, that will never ever be answered.

The team meeting. Perhaps the most common type. A once a week gathering in which team members are expected to give updates on their projects, whether or not they are of any interest or consequence to other team members.

If you don’t have an update, aside from “I ordered some more brochures for the warehouse” or “I made some changes to the website,” you can a) recite these in an important voice and replace common words with corp speak, the native tongue of meeting goers. For example, “I empowered the supply of value-added learning aids,” or “I enhanced the usability of the internet interface tool to achieve real-life results.” Or b) pray that you go last, then pretend to have another meeting and leave ten minutes early.

The kick-off. Your project is a very big deal, or you’re not sure it’s a big deal but you’re spending a lot of money on it, so to show what a big deal it is, you schedule the kick-off meeting. In the kick-off meeting, you may have as many as a dozen people, from as many different departments. The more the better. A successful kick-off is when at least one person thinks, Why am I here?

In the kick-off meeting, you talk about presentation, usually with a fancy PowerPoint. You hand out thick binders with said PowerPoint in tab format. You give them lunch. Afterward, you get “feedback” from everyone, then pretty much ignore what everyone says and do what you were planning on doing anyway.

The follow-up. Because no decisions will be made in the kick-off meeting, a follow-up meeting will be necessary. The attendees will be only 10% of the original roster, but it will last just as long. Decisions may or may not be made in the follow-up meeting. If not, a follow-up to the follow-up meeting will be scheduled.

The prep meeting. The prep or preparation meeting is held to get ready for another meeting. Like the follow-up meeting, the percentage of attendees is about 10% of the original invitees. Sometimes a prep meeting, with an even smaller number of participants, is scheduled to prepare for the bigger prep meeting – a meeting about a meeting about a meeting. Theoretically, prep meetings can be scheduled ad infinitum.

The debrief. Once you actually (ever) have the meeting, a debrief may be scheduled. The participants for the debrief are a smaller percentage from the original meeting. The goal is, “Now that those other people are out of the room, let’s talk about how we really feel.”

Of course “how we really feel” is a misnomer and refers to “how we really feel if it’s in agreement with our boss.” True grievances are aired in informal, spontaneous encounters called bitch sessions.

Back to backs. Not a meeting in and of itself, but a series of meetings that occur one after the other, with no break. Usage: “I have back to back meetings all day.” Sigh. Used as a form of boasting disguised as weariness.

There’s also the face-to-face. You’d assume most meetings are thus, but in a world of technology – and people pretending to work from home – the phrase is used to distinguish meetings that are not conference calls.

The evil meeting. Any gathering taking place at nine AM, noon, or five PM. One that occurs before nine or after five is known as the Spawn of Satan.

The meeting participants are as varied as the gatherings. There’s the late arriver who, as the name suggests, always arrives ten to twenty minutes late. Usually someone from marketing. The early leaver departs ten to twenty minutes early with the air of, “I have more important things to do than this,” such as another meeting.

The Blackberrier looks at his Blackberry the whole time, and also has the habit of leaving his device on vibrate on the conference room table, which makes as much, if not more, noise than if it rang. The chit chatter wastes the first twenty minutes of the meeting making small talks and jokes because more important than the meeting is that she is liked.

The devil’s advocate – opening his long-winded speech with, “Just to play devil’s advocate here” – says the opposite of whatever rare decision has been made with the purpose of “contributing” and showing how smart he is, sometimes deflating the decision entirely and causing the need for a follow-up meeting. Also known as “asshole.”

The talker talks constantly to his or her neighbor, probably making snide remarks and jokes, and finally the daydreamer (ie, yours truly) spends the whole meeting imagining what they’re going to have for dinner.

The reasons behind meetings, aside from the supposed subject, are as varied as meeting types. To “touch base,” or, “Is there anything I should know that you didn’t tell me and will come to bite me in the ass later?” To keep people “in the loop,” or, “Now I can say you were in that meeting so when you bitch later that you didn’t know, I can call you a big fat liar.” To “get buy-in,” or, “I will get you all to say they agree with me so later when someone says it was a bad idea, I can put some of the blame on you.”

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a one-on-one with a chai latte that may require a follow-up with some bunt cake.


23
Nov 09

I’m a total klutz

This was going to be a post about my top 10 Thanksgiving memories – among them, the time my dad attempted to cook a tiny chicken while my mother was away, and the delicious gourmet spread my brother whipped together a few years ago – but then yesterday while hanging out at Bittersweet Cafe, I spilled an entire glass of water on my laptop.

Yes, the very worst thing you could do to a Macbook, I did.  I guess only worse would be coffee or something with sugar.  Or gasoline and a match.

So now I’m using MB’s computer till mine dries out (hopefully).  Unfortunately he doesn’t have Word, but his system is about a billion times faster than mine.

This is how it went down: The cafe was pretty crowded so we ended up sharing a table with another couple.  At first my water glass was way too my right, far from my computer.  Then the couple came and I had to move my glass to my left, basically right next to my laptop.  MB was listening to something and handed me his headphones to listen too.  I wasn’t thinking carefully, or mistook my glass for my usual water bottle, and knocked the whole thing over.

At first it didn’t even hit me that it had spilled on my keyboard.  I just felt water on my leg, then I was looking down, and MB was standing up and saying, “Pour the water off!”

:(

I managed to pour some of it off, but not enough, and MB was quick enough to get the battery out.  In the meantime, the woman at our table was staring and staring, like she was watching a tennis game, then handed me one napkin.

“Will this help?”

It would help if you’d mind your own business.

In fact, EVERYONE was staring.  I mean, jeez people, it’s not like I cut open an artery and was spurting blood all over.  Move along, folks, there’s nothing to see here.

One of the baristas came rushing over with towels and helped us clean up.  He was very nice about it.  I’m sure he was glad it was just water and not something sticky like hot chocolate or cider.

I was strangely calm for most of the walk home.  I had been working on my NaNoWriMo novel, but MB was glad to hear I had saved several copies, one for each day that I’ve worked on it, so even if the one I had open was destroyed, he’d be able to get at the earlier versions.  Also, a lot of my writing, including my memoir and recent essays, are also on a USB, since I was going over to FedEx/Kinko’s and printing stuff till I got a printer.  And some older writing and photos that I had lifted from my work computer are still only on a USB, and the photos worth anything are all on Flickr.

There’s a lot to be said for backing stuff up.

But when I got home, it hit me that I wouldn’t be able to work on NaNoWriMo for the rest of that day and most of today.  I’m actually a day or so ahead, but I wanted to get way ahead since I’d have less time in LA.  I got depressed thinking I wouldn’t have anything to do today.

But like I said, MB was nice enough to set up a log in for me on his computer.  Plus there’s the whole pen and paper thing.

I really hope my computer survives.  I bought it in 2007 and paid, I think, about $1200.  But if it doesn’t, I’m totally getting a PC for half the price.


16
Nov 09

Posers

Between NaNoWriMo and feeling a bit under the weather last week, I didn’t get out of the house much.  I didn’t even get to the gym!  But by the weekend, I was feeling better so MB and I made sure to get out of the house.

Saturday afternoon we went to Wicked Grounds, cafe by day, S&M dungeon by night, supposedly.   There’s artwork up of people in various (tasteful, if there’s such a thing) bondage positions, and some evenings they have events like “bring your human pet night” and “steam powered vibrator demos” (I can’t imagine how that works).

As a cafe it was pretty nice.  There were lots of tables, and the chairs were super comfy, opulent and nicely cushioned, though I’m sure a bitch to clean.  The menu is rather limited though that may be because they only opened in September.  Regardless, my steamed hazelnut milk was tasty.

Inevitably some of the clientele was annoying.  When we came in, there was this couple at the counter, a kind of dumpy guy way too old to be wearing a backwards baseball cap, and his half-Asian girlfriend with her standard issue hipster-girl glasses and, get this, cat ears.  Why was she wearing cat ears?  Halloween is over!

I wouldn’t have cared about them except the girl gave us a very weird look when we walked in, like, What are you doing here? and then was hanging all over her boyfriend at the counter, getting in the way of other customers (like me).

Then later I felt like they kept staring at us, but all they wanted were the ropes hanging off our table.  She came over and took one without asking (how did she know we wouldn’t want to use them?), and then the guy showed her how to tie knots for the rest of the afternoon.

Also, the boyfriend made it very clear that he was chummy with the proprietress – who was super nice by the way – making comments and talking very loudly to her while she tried to work.  Yeah, yeah, you’re an insider, we get it.  Now STFU.

On Sunday we went to MB’s co-worker’s house warming party in the Haight-Ashbury area.  It seems to be mostly residential, except of course for Haight Street itself.  MB’s co-worker has a very cute apartment, nice and big with hardwood floors and good light.  It’s cool to see what places are like in other parts of town, though that would be a bit far for MB to get to work.

After the party, we walked on Haight Street a little.  It definitely has a different feel at night.  During the day, there are tons of tourists, but in the evening, all the druggy scrubby kids and weirdos come out.  There were people singing on street corners and the smell of pot everywhere.  I don’t think it’s that great.  I love street musicians but ones who are actually good, not some stinky kid pretending to be homeless while Mom and Dad sit at home in Palo Alto.  And if you’re white, you should not wear dreadlocks.  You really really shouldn’t.

We thought about eating in the area, but the only place we wanted to go, the Pork Store, was closed, so we just headed home instead.

Since next week is Thanksgiving, I’ll have to work double time this week with NaNoWriMo.  My book is moving forward though I’m not sure if it’s any good.  Trying not to think about that right now.


03
Nov 09

10 Random Things

I have this inexplicable sharp pain in my ankle. It’s not like I twisted it. It’s like I’m being stabbed with a needle, but there’s no mark. It comes and goes, and seems worse after I run. Weird.

I’m at 3,869 words for NaNoWriMo, which means I’m slightly ahead. I signed up for a writers’ meet up (yay for being social!) this Sunday. It’s a marathon session of writing at a cafe, from 10 AM to 4 PM, with snack and lunch breaks.

I was planning on growing my hair out into a bob, but I don’t know if I can stand it. I may end up chopping it all off again.

I dreamed the other night that I was at a show with my family. We were two hours early, and we all dispersed and agreed to meet up later. Then I found out they had all had dinner together and didn’t tell me. I kept yelling at them but found I had no voice. My aunt shrugged like, “Oh well.”

I started reading Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Rings, book number one on the BBC top 100. I like it so far, but I’m glad I saw the movies a billion times so I know what’s going on.

The crying I kept thinking was a newborn baby is actually a cat. I realized this last night when the cat seemed out of control.

The people in my building are drunk with power. 1) The cleaning girl – the same one who gave me a hard time a few weeks ago – grilled MB the other night about whether or not he actually lived here, despite the fact that he had keys. You really think you’re going to remember all seventy odd people who live here? Unless you’re the doorman who sees people come and go all day, you just won’t.

2) Some dude informed me the other day that the exterminator had to come up to *my* apartment that exact moment even though a) there are more than sixty other units in the building, b) I was in my robe, and c) MB was in the shower. He generously gave me half an hour, and we rushed out of there. Then it turned out the exterminator was only doing the first two floors.

The Whole Foods near us is old school. The check out lines are set up traditionally – you unload your groceries on the moving belt while the anxious person behind you climbs up your ass to unload their stuff. The newer set ups are way better: you wait till your number flashes and then it’s just you and the cash register person.

Today is Free First Tuesday. In other words, the first Tuesday of the month all museums are free. This afternoon I’ll probably check out SF MoMA.

Just three weeks till Thanksgiving! MB and I will be flying to LA, where we’ll stay with my brother. My parents and aunt will be staying with with my grandmother nearby, and my cousin and her husband (the famous Huang Lei and Shane) and their daughter will be joining us on Turkey Day. It’ll be the first big family Thanksgiving I’ve ever had (in-laws don’t count). Usually it’s just me and my parents since my bro’s out here. Should be fun.


01
Nov 09

Halloween 2009. . .thank God it’s over

Is it me or does Halloween seem more and more like New Year’s?  All the pressure, the build-up, the preparation, then – wah wah waaaah. Maybe that’s Halloween in San Francisco.

MB and I went to a party last night.  Between that and what we saw on the street, here’s my list of the Best and Worst Costumes for Halloween 2009.

Most Authentic

1950s milkman – From his cap, to the insignia above his left pocket, to his bike, this guy was the real deal.  Aside from his iPhone.

Most Subtle

House – At the party MB saw someone he knew.  “But I don’t remember him having a cane,” he said.  “Maybe he hurt himself.”  As we were talking, the guy suddenly pulled out a prescription bottle and offered us meds.  “No thanks!” we said, thinking, What a weirdo!  Suddenly, it dawned on me: “You’re House!” I cried.  Dehr.

Skerriest

Burger King Guy – That mask combined with the guy’s tallness and long cape was the epitome of creepiness.

Most ’80’s

Evil Johnny Lawrence from The Karate Kid – From his Cobra Kai karate uniform to his feathery blond wig, the guy epitomized the ’80s for me.

Funniest

Knights from Monty Python and the Holy Grail – They got the costumes down to the clomping of horses’ hooves.

Bravest

The Naked Cowboy – This Asian dude had no problem going around in just his skivvies, a hat, a guitar, and his boots.  More power to him.

Lamest

Five-way Tie:

  • Every girl who woke up and said, “I’m going as slutty this year.”
  • The guy who wrote BOOK on his face (we all saw that episode of The Office).
  • Every guy who wore regular clothes and a giant afro wig.
  • Doctors (come ON!).
  • The slutty girls (they deserve two spots).

As for me and MB, our costumes weren’t the best, but at least we tried.  MB went as a douchebag founder (picture many pink pop-up collars, flip flops with jeans, and throwing fake money everywhere), and I went as Amelia Earhart.  MB would like to remain anonymous, so here is photographic evidence of me:

me_ameliaearhart

I wish I could have gotten a full-length.  My regular old boots with my regular old capris worked suprisingly well together.  That hat was REALLY warm, by the way.  I could only wear it for five minutes at a time.

As for the party itself, it was pretty fun, but I got real tired around midnight.  Yes, I’m old!  We took a cab home and watched the rest of the Ghosthunters marathon, a much more fun Halloween to me.


15
Oct 09

Keyword Weirdness

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and now that I’ve pretty much settled into a San Francisco routine – aside from the ridiculous rain storm on Tuesday that destroyed my umbrella in ten minutes, and realizing I’ve been spending too much time at Macy’s (“I recognize you,” the much eye-make-up’d saleslady told me, “You’re one of our regulars”) – I thought I’d finally write about some of the crazy keyword searches that have led people to my blog.

mary karr david foster wallace – This refers to my review of Mary Karr’s newest memoir, Lit, in which she mentions a torrid affair with a troubled young man named “David,” who is indeed the late, great author of A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, Consider the Lobster, and the arguably unreadable Infinite Jest. With his suicide last year, it’s especially to sad to read about his struggles with depression and drug abuse when he was younger.

quickie weddings in tokyo – Quick, I need to get this cute Japanese girl to marry me before she realizes I’m a white American idiot!

harajuku doll makeup – There’s a video tutorial in case you still need a Halloween costume idea.

best katsudon in harajuku – Mmmm, katsudon.

rain in tokyo bad luck – Is this a thing? I don’t think so since I can’t find any info on it.

buy old stuff from other people can bring bad luck – Bad luck. . .or cooties.

husband neng gan – The Chinese term neng gan means “capable and clever.” I’m picturing some newlywed: “My husband is so neng gan! I wonder if there’s a meet up for other girls with neng gan husbands!”

true story of sad chinese girl homeless made into movie called diary of – Diary of what? The suspense is kiling me!

best apple fritter san francisco bob’s – Damn straight!

dentist “sweet air” – Apparently I’m not the only who loves getting sweet air, or laughing gas, at the the dentist.

“worn out” keds – What was this person was looking for? How to repair their worn out Keds? Who else out there has worn out Keds? I need a support group for my worn out Keds!

my korean mother in law – Something one definitely needs a support group for.

mom and daughter bring tiffany floor lamp to antiques roadshow – Apparently an important episode for someone.

how do i clean up bacon grease – Ah, my chance to be helpful rather than snarky! To clean up bacon grease, don’t try to wipe it up with a cleaner like Fantastick. You’ll only succeed in spreading the greasiness. Instead sprinkle Comet, which will soak it up, then wipe up the Comet-soaked grease. Or else use dish washing liquid, which worked for me.

mosquitoes “manhattan – Another chance to be helpful. You know about my mosquito problem in New York and how I’ve done tons of research on how to remedy it. I’ve tried OFF!, citronella oil, and leaving bay leaves and basil by my bed. The only thing that worked for me was the combination of dousing myself with citronella oil and having two fans blow on me, one on each side, since, according to this site, mosquitoes don’t like “strong wind currents.” I had the fans blow on my face since that’s the part that’s not covered by the blanket and where I hate bites the most.

pantyhose face – Speaking of faces. . . This seems to be some sort a fetish (and refers to a way I tried to keep skeeters away from my face, just so you know). Reminds me of a guy on Flickr who favorited a picture of me in a surgical mask, adding to his collection of mostly Asian women in a variety of masks. ::Shudder::


09
Oct 09

San Francisco: “Comfortable and cozy” or “Sleazy and scary”?

This week I wrote to my aunt who lives in San Jose, to say hi and reassure her I’m not and haven’t been a miserable divorcee.  She likes that I’m somewhat nearby, told me that I’d love San Francisco, and that I’d surely find it much more “comfortable and cozy” than New York.

I’d say so far that it’s more “sleazy and scary.”

Of course I’ve been here for just a week, and there’s a lot more to the city than homeless people, but between crackheads muttering weird things at me, a homeless guy vomiting in the street at 11 o’clock in the morning, another guy basically following me in the Mission District till I acted suspicious, and MB being propositioned by prostitutes the other night (they said they wanted his donuts – RIGHT), I feel somewhat skeeved by the City by the Bay.

Then there’s this video which I’m sure you’ve all seen by now (first made known to me by Sitcomgirl):

Holy shit!  I’m not sure who’s at fault here, the overly aggressive seat-taking Chinese lady or the touchy African-American woman.  Either way, kudos to the young Chinese American woman who breaks up the fight, and boo-hiss to everyone else who basically did nothing, especially the driver and other MUNI employee standing outside.

Then to top it all off, on my very first visit to the San Francisco Public Library yesterday, I spotted a guy watching porn on his laptop.  I’ve heard of such a thing happening from my library school classmates, but on all my visits to the New York Public Library, I never once witnessed it.  Plus he was rubbing himself.  Great!  You’d think if you could afford a laptop, you could afford internet at home.  Then again, maybe the appeal was doing it in public.  Luckily there was a security guard (yes, a library complete with roaming security), and the perv stopped when he walked by.

Two lessons learned: do not ride the MUNI bus, at least around Chinatown, and don’t sit with my back to any suspicious people at the library.