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My man purse and the movie theatre

Last night, I had a “this is my life” moment. One of my roommates and I decided for some reason that we had to see the fourth death-is-inescapable fiesta, The Final Destination. Not to be confused with the first in the series, Final Destination, starring disappearing act Devon Sawa and that chick who finally got [...]

The pain of being unemployed

Everyone and their mother sent me Tara Parker-Pope’s “The Pain of Being a Redhead” article from the New York Times last week. Us gingers are rumored to already have fiery tempers, liberally libidinous attitudes, and — as someone wrote in the comments section — we are associated with “general insanity and alcoholism.” Now, it’s been [...]

My all American carpe diem road trip

Oh Robin Williams how right you were when you spoke to me — through the VCR of course — about opportunity and life and seizing the day. I always wanted an opportunity to throw caution to the wind and seize the moment, but I am horrible at it. My mind always races ahead. Minutes, days, [...]

Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to step into the light

After flying from San Francisco to NYC to Raleigh, and driving for several hours, I am finally at my destination: Emerald Isle. Also known as the Crystal Coast, this is a fairly small island, but it’s also supposed to hold around 50,000 people each summer. This year, that is not the case. I guess people [...]

Return to Oz: where did the yellow brick road go?

This doesn’t look like how I remembered it before. I know I was here, but things look awfully different. Gone are the singing munchkins, the lush poppy fields and the yellow brick road. The remnants are there — a yellow brick here, a statue there, but it’s not as shiny or happy. The ocean is [...]

Cloudy days are here again

Sorry Milton, didn’t mean to rain on your parade or anything, but it’s been cloudy and overcast in the land of soon-to-be-unemployed again.  I’ve been quiet lately — well since Thursday — because  for one, I had a mini vacation planned. I went to visit some friends in the Emerald City. It was a nice [...]

Potted plant: my own set of roots

These past two weeks I felt like I was hit with the John Steinbeck truck of symbolism. It felt like every conversation pointed in one direction, unlike Steinbeck it wasn’t the recession or migrant workers this time, but had to do with putting down roots. From my new friends to friends I’ve known for years, [...]

Remembering the Rock

It’s the start of week two and I’m back to the future and working again. This morning my Ferris Bueller charm was off because the Golden Gate transit buses kept passing me by. When I finally got on my trusty and lovable 10, I had a nice window seat to look at Alcatraz below me. [...]

Back on the bus

No more watering the Tribbles.

To blog or not to blog

Welcome to Friday. It’s been a long week. I’ve been a day ahead since Monday. So today should really be Saturday but it’s not. I would shed a tear but I’m not that attached to specific days of the week considering everyday can be a Saturday when I’m not in contract work land. Earlier today [...]