TITLE: moving AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/15/2003 02:02:00 PM ----- BODY: I'm switching off blogspot's servers and can be found again at janeforshort.net. -------- TITLE: agency AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/11/2003 12:30:00 PM ----- BODY: I might decide to be a literary agent after all. If you've written a book, I want to read it. Unless it's about sports. Or killing. Or babies. Or cars. Or war. But if it's about something else, and especially if it's fiction, I'd like to read it. Email me at janeforshort.net. -------- TITLE: work xmas party AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/10/2003 02:55:00 PM ----- BODY: My company Christmas party is tomorrow night, and like Kristin, I have no date. This is primarily in response to last year's work party date experience... I didn't really know anyone at work yet, and the person I brought with me didn't have much interest in being there, aside from keeping me company. We were also in the middle of a raw foods cleanse that prevented us from eating anything at the party or drinking anything from the bar except juice. Thus, we were not the most social of cats. We left shortly after arriving and went to the Metreon, theoretically to see a movie, but in reality to eat. I later learned that the party turned debaucherous after we left as more and more alcohol was consumed. This year, I know more people. This year, I can drink (though we've lost the open bar, from what I hear). This year, I'm not bringing someone who doesn't like to introduce themselves to strangers, since even though I know more people this time around, there will far more that I don't know. This year, in fact, I'm not bringing someone just to bring someone. I'm going by myself and wearing a red dress and drinking gin and tonics and introducing myself to a bunch of strangers that I've worked with for the past year without meeting. -------- TITLE: rosie thomas AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/09/2003 02:19:00 PM ----- BODY: Tonight I'm going to see Rosie Thomas with Willo. Rosie Thomas was the first show Willo and I ever went to together. We'd never met, and in proper blind date fashion, we both had escape plans; if our designated rescuers got a call from our cell phones but there was no one there, they would know they should call us and claim an emergency so we'd have an excuse to leave. Luckily, neither of us set off the alarm. It was a great show; I am hoping tonight's will be just as good, and lift me out of the funk I've been in the last week or two. -------- TITLE: kat hunter AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/09/2003 09:01:00 AM ----- BODY: Is the best person to have late-night tea with. -------- TITLE: last seen AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/08/2003 03:46:00 PM ----- BODY: I'm in a fit of pre-birthday nostalgia. I wonder where people went. If you know where any of these people are, hook me up! Andrea Middleton: Last seen moving from Portland to St. Thomas, worked with me at Greenpeace. A poet. Teaches English as a Second Language to Spanish speakers. Casey Ray: First name actually Catherine. Grew up in Johnstown, PA, went to Penn State, last seen somewhere around Sequoia National Park doing small mammal studies, worked with me for Adirondack Mountain Club. Dave Furman: I probably have his parents' address somewhere. Rock-climber recently married and living in Vermont. Last seen working for Climb High. Nathan Brady Crain: Last seen in the Burlington area of Vermont, doing some business stuff, some stagehand stuff, some music stuff. Goes by Brady. Update 12/9: Found Brady with Google and emailed him. He's getting married. Sean Wawrzusin: I'm sure I spelled that wrong. Last seen sitting next to me in 12th grade English class, could have wound up a professor or a drug addict, who knows. Possibly went into the service? Jess Burt: Worked with me at Greenpeace, went to Kenyon College, I think. Last seen living in Eugene, Oregon with Mark Farley. Jessica Blue Nelson: Was to be my roommate at Tulane, she was a diver and a gymnast from Santa Cruz. Have never met her, but wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't backed out of Tulane and she had been my roommate. Briana Lindh: Grew up in the hills above Santa Cruz, went to Reed College, was one of my housemates in Portland, and was last seen in grad school at UC-Davis. Brian Chase: Rock-climber and model who was briefly my housemate in Portland, OR, was from the east coast, went to Evergreen College, and worked at Oregon Mountain Community. Last seen on his way to go climb in France. Molly Mainelli: Grew up in Florida, went to St. Lawrence, worked with me and Casey Ray at ADK, traveled a bunch. Last seen working in Telluride. Karen Shay: Grew up on Long Island, went to Geneseo, worked with me and Casey and Molly at ADK, was my roommate in Portland, OR. Last seen working for Americorps in Portland. Scott Hance: Worked with us at ADK, last seen in Flagstaff, Arizona. Mark Haberle: From Noank, CT, worked with me at Appalachian Mountain Club, married, telemark skier (competitive). Last seen working for VGIS in Burlington and living in Waitsfield. Elizabeth Cain: Also known as Ibby-Ibby-Ibby. Worked at UVM Substance Abuse Treatment Center while on break from college. Eliza why-can't-i-remember-her-last-name: Worked at UVM SATC, went back to school in Albany to be a Physician's Assistant (PA). Rob Dantona: Worked at UVM SATC. Last seen in Burlington smoking a cigarette and walking Pikey the dog. -------- TITLE: books by men AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/08/2003 11:09:00 AM ----- BODY: When I finished The Mystery Roast, I wanted to read more novels by men about relationships; I was fascinated by the workings of the male mind in that book. That night while I waited for Doug to meet me for dinner, I browsed at Aardvark Books, and picked up a novel called Ever After by Edwardo Jackson. It wasn't quite what I expected. The jacket copy and the first page both seemed similar in tone to The Mystery Roast, if a little more focused on the main character's heart than spirit. However, once I started reading, I found I was smack dab in the middle of Black dialect central. I actually found myself going to urbandictionary.com to look up some of the slang. I also found myself wincing at the self-referential explanation that was slathered over the book's action/dialogue; I wished I could have introduced the author, who self-published his book before it was picked up Villard's Strivers Row imprint, to my Creative Writing teacher from way back when, whose motto was, "Don't tell me, show me." Jackson was far more likely in this book to tell me that his character was "filled with Afro-centric pride" than to show him exhibiting the emotion. I also had some trouble sympathizing with anyone. The main character is at turns so woebegone it's hard to imagine, and at others such a self-absorbed "playa" that there's no reason to wish him well. Jackson's apparently written a sequel, with another and a prequel on the way. I wonder how it's selling. [pause] Have just checked Amazon; it doesn't seem to be selling very well, and is marked by bad reviews. Curious, I checked out the author's website. Woo. Worse than the book. So I amend my previous statement. Reading The Mystery Roast made me want to read more good books by men. -------- TITLE: weekend highlights AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/07/2003 10:52:00 PM ----- BODY: The heat works again. I interviewed 5 potential housemates, really liked two of them, liked another two, and was uninterested in one. Angus is home. Kat is home. Merlin and Madeline threw a fun party. The pet food store lady hit on me again. Sarah is home. Hillary is home, and we had noodles and soup at the Citrus Club. I was hungover a bit today. I forgot I was out of basil when I made Kristin some pasta for dinner tonight. We made cookies. There were drinks later for Angus. I am going to bed now; I didn't get enough sleep last night. -------- TITLE: The Mystery Roast AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/04/2003 11:33:00 AM ----- BODY: I finished a book last night called The Mystery Roast. It didn't grab me right away; I bought it from the remainder room at Stacey's to read on the train, and beginning it at lunch that day I thought to myself, "Well, this seems pretty well-written, but maybe not such a fascinating story." Oh, how wrong I was. Publishers Weekly says this about the book (because I hate writing synopses):
During a visit to New York's most prestigious museum, Eric Auden slips into a wing under renovation and impulsively pockets an ancient idol of the Goddess of Desire. As the city speculates about the bold thief's identity, Eric begins a new life under the goddess's spell. He moves to a West Village loft and reencounters a childhood friend, Timothy Rampling; they haunt the downstairs cafe, The Mystery Roast, and there--capitalizing on both the tabloid publicity blitz and the goddess's mysterious power--start to sell replicas of the idol. These stone carvings of the Goddess of Desire become first a downtown art happening--"artifactualism"--and then a fad that sweeps the city, making celebrities of Eric and Timothy. Gadol's alchemical ability to transmute his comic vision into a world alive with emotion recalls Joseph Heller's in Catch-22. He can make the hot/cold romances of his central characters seem in turn earthborn and ancient or subtly, tragically modern, but the intricate satirical plot carries such operatic passions lightly. Gadol's prose has a panoptic sweep, capturing New York's crass liveliness and--under the influence of Desire--its haunted past. This novel is too modern and raw to be called fabulist or fantastic, and too full of comic turns and virtuoso storytelling to be labeled realistic. Like the unknown blends of beans (Kenyan Kirinyaga? Mexican Pluma? Sumatra Boengie?) from which the book and the cafe take their names, Mystery Roast is a brew of exotic strains whose strengths and nuances connoisseurs will enjoy tasting for themselves.
All I can say is that it made me think about all my different kinds of relationships, why I do the things I do, what I should be doing with my life, and all that sort of thing. Reading the book also made me want to read more books by men. I've never had that thought before. It made me want to write something that would make men want to read more books by women. -------- TITLE: home sweet home AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/03/2003 04:21:00 PM ----- BODY: I'll be looking for a new roommate sometime after the new year. Know anyone who's looking? Unrelated: the heat is broken again. -------- TITLE: chronicle book recommendations AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/02/2003 03:44:00 PM ----- BODY: Someone wrote and asked me if there were any books on sale that I would recommend. He also asked if I got a percentage or anything, like on Amazon Associates. No, I don't get anything for sending you to Chronicle. Chronicle's web site isn't that savvy, to be perfectly honest. Anyway. Here are some things we're selling that I think are kind of cool, or that have been popular: Robota, by Orson Scott Card/Doug Chiang: Illustrated sci-fi in swanky silver binding. Knit-Knack Kit: For someone who wants to learn to knit. Easy projects, needles included. A Passion for Desserts: Froufrou dessert cookbook that will have you salivating. Gorgeous pictures. Position of the Day, by Nerve.com: Line drawings of every sexual position imaginable. The perfect gift for anyone. Also, postcards. Artist's Color Manual: Intro to working with color. Nice guidebook. Weber's Big Book of Grilling: My bible. The Venetian's Wife, by Nick Bantock: I love this book. Beautifully illustrated and a sweet story. Doug has my copy or I'd loan it to you. Booty: Girl pirates on the high seas. Ex-boyfriend Shawn gave me this for Valentine's Day when we were dating. Get it? I was a pirate for stealing his heart. Yeah, I know. You can use it, though, you know you can. How to Massage Your Cat: For cat-lovers. By Alice B. Toklas of Arlo Guthrie fame. Superfriends Notecards: I suggest writing "You're a super friend" inside. Wanderlust Address Book: Ultra-cute. The Rebound Journal: For the recently singled. Hula Honeys Postcards: The inspiration for our award-winning Halloween costume. Night of a Thousand Boyfriends/Escape from Fire Island: Choose Your Own Adventures for grown-ups. You Give Love a Bad Name: Timeless Poems of Tainted Love from the Pop Hits from the '70s and '80s. I gave a copy to Chris, when he had romantic troubles. According to the Rolling Stones: Good for aging rockers or rock-friendly parents. Goes well with the Beatles Anthology. Field Guide to Stains: Just what it sounds like, very useful. Louis Riel, A Comic Biography: Graphic novel + Canadian history. Paul Has A Summer Job: I love Michel Rabagliati's drawing style. Hicksville: A graphic novel that actually achieves novel status. Summer Blonde: Adrian Tomine's latest. There are a couple of titles that we've sold out of, that are pretty cool, too, and good for gifts. You can't get them from us, but you can get them elsewhere. Here are some of the sellouts, links go to Powell's, my favorite bookstore, and my online store of choice (local economy=good). Playboy: 50 Years of Photographs: Lots and lots of naked chicks. But Jeez, really gorgeous photography, including Marilyn Monroe and red velvet. Good for Dads, skeevy uncles, and playboys of any stripe. Taste Pure and Simple: Healthy cookbook that sold out in a day and was #1 on Amazon after Oprah said it was her new favorite cookbook. Lennon Legend: New, sold out immediately. Nice box set with drawings, writings, a CD, books, etc. Great for aging rockers, Beatle-friendly parents. I Feel A Sin Coming On Postcards: Sassy Anne Taintor postcards...vintage ladies, modern attitudes. So there are some recommendations of Chronicle things you can buy. -------- TITLE: pretty cheap books AUTHOR: jane DATE: 12/02/2003 10:58:00 AM ----- BODY: Hi. My company, Chronicle Books, is running a special deal for two days starting today. Everything on the web site is 40% off. You don't need any special codes or anything. The deal goes through December 4th. We were all told we should share it with our friends and family. Well, you may not all be friends or family to me, but if you care enough to keep checking this page to see what I've written then you are close enough. Go spend money. -------- TITLE: diseased: AND AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/30/2003 09:58:00 AM ----- BODY: I suffer from AND: Associative Nostalgia Disorder. Everything reminds me of something else. New people remind me of old friends. Bands remind me of other bands. Going to a restaurant reminds me of other times I was there. The primary (and unfortunate) symptom of this disorder is the sufferer's unbearable tendency to answer almost any statement or situation with, "And one time..." I know I should seek help, but am not sure where to seek it. When I met Evan, I told him he reminded me of my old friend Jen, whom I hadn't seen in some time. I said they had the same eyes. Jen is in San Francisco today. We're going to lunch and shopping. I'm sure it will remind me of something. -------- TITLE: as promised to my lame friend AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/26/2003 04:02:00 PM ----- BODY: He was 5'9" tall, an inch shorter than usual due to being weighed down with embarrassment and contrition. He wore a buttoned-up denim jacket. He carried a midsize bag over his shoulder. His hair was mussed as if frustrated fingers had combed it repeatedly. He kept me waiting for an hour and a half at the House of Shields, and didn't even call to tell me he'd be late until an hour had already passed. Lame friend! -------- TITLE: flashback AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/23/2003 10:34:00 PM ----- BODY: The other night I had the weirdest dream. I went back to work as an IA at SpireMedia. Except it was in San Francisco. And only three of the same people worked there. And my old boss Paul had become sort of an Obi-Wan Kenobi of design, and would materialize in the middle of a project to remind the visual designers to align, align, align. In the dream I couldn't figure out where everyone else I'd worked with was...I had no idea who the new guys were or why they were sitting in the chairs of Kevin, Supermoo, DOS Schell, Jaxon and Keil. It freaked me out, and I kept asking Mike the CEO what he'd done with everybody. There was a sinister mystery afoot, I was certain. But I woke up before I found out what it was. That was a good job and a fun summer. I miss those guys. -------- TITLE: scrabble AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/23/2003 09:53:00 PM ----- BODY: Props to Rahul, who not only held his own when we played yesterday, but used all seven letters to spell "diagonal" toward the end of the game when such opportunities were slim. Good work. -------- TITLE: ha ha AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/22/2003 09:38:00 AM ----- BODY: Mac Eye for the Windows Guy. Via Brad. -------- TITLE: heat AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/20/2003 05:22:00 PM ----- BODY: We finally have heat again in our house, after two weeks without it. I believe this will lead to my resuming normal life. Everyone wants to know what I'm doing for Thanksgiving. I'm cleaning my house. -------- TITLE: lonely street AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/14/2003 08:01:00 AM ----- BODY: This song has been occupying my consciousness for the last week and a half. I hear it in my head all the time. Granted, it's catchy, and lord knows I love Pete Krebs and think he has one of the best voices ever, but I am getting to the point where I almost wish I could press next on my mental soundtrack. Listen to the song (click link above); isn't it catchy? -------- TITLE: apologies in the same vein AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/13/2003 09:11:00 AM ----- BODY: From age 23, to Karen, who was my best friend for a while. I don't know where she is these days. Dear Karen, I'm sorry that I slept with Brian. You said it was okay and that I should go for it, you said your crush on him was long time gone, and you had a boyfriend at the time. But our friendship disappeared shortly thereafter and I can only think that had something to do with it. So I'm sorry for the one-night stand I had with our housemate that you once had a crush on. From age 26, to Kim, ditto. I assume she is still in Vermont. Dear Kim, I am sorry that I let Dave kiss me when we picked him up from the airport in Montreal. Despite the fact that he and I had known each other since we were teenagers, and had had crushes on each other for years, and he'd made it plain that he wasn't interested in you in the month he'd known you, I knew you thought he was sexy and cute. I didn't think you were seriously interested in him. But since you stopped being my lunch buddy shortly thereafter, I can only guess that maybe you were. -------- TITLE: apologies AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/12/2003 05:10:00 PM ----- BODY: When I was a girl, I didn't know what to do with attention from boys. If I thought they liked me more than as a friend I would freak out and cut them out of my life. There are millions of reasons why I did this, not the least of which include fears of attachment, abandonment, and pregnancy. When I was 16 I met this guy at my first summer job who was a little older and going to Tufts. He worked on the trail crew. His name was Eli Gilman. We wrote letters after the summer ended, but when some of our co-workers teased me that he liked me, I freaked out and stopped writing back, and who knows what happened to him. A friend of mine is going through a big cathartic apologize-to-everyone-I've-hurt thing. He's calling people up and telling them what he's sorry for having done. To show some solidarity, I'm going to start apologizing here to some of the people I've done wrong, but have lost track of. So to start with an easy one, Eli Gilman, I'm sorry I blew you off. I was a dorky kid. -------- TITLE: Dear Merriam-Webster, AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/11/2003 08:24:00 AM ----- BODY: Hi. I am writing to express my disappointment that McJobs was pulled from the new words section of your web site. Surely a cororate entity does not have control over the speech habits of millions of people. Your job is simply to report those speech habits; you're not determining how the speakers should use the words you report. Thus, McDonald's should have no legal complaint against you. As worst, you might wish to include a second definition, something to the effect of (2) trademark owned by McDonald's (see atherosclerosis). Please do not bow to the pressure of McDonald's. The dictionary is a record of how we as a people communicate, and if corporate interests get to decide what goes in or stays out of that record, we lose a piece of history. -------- TITLE: new show AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/11/2003 07:22:00 AM ----- BODY: Unlike most of America, I have never seen Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I would find it funny. I just don't have cable. I still won't have cable when Straight Plan for the Gay Man comes out, but I might have to ask someone to let me come over and see it, as it sounds hysterical. -------- TITLE: crap! AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/10/2003 08:39:00 PM ----- BODY: I hate it when a book that's supposed to be a fun/guilty-pleasure time-killer on the train turns into an analysis of all my fears and habits and bad choices and history. Any ex-boyfriend who still wonders what the fuck was wrong with me anyway, but knows the sun will likely rise in the west before I fess up to anything being wrong with me, could go and read Girls' Poker Night. It nails me dead-on. -------- TITLE: pants AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/10/2003 03:44:00 PM ----- BODY: I am wearing bright blue corduroy pants today. They flare out at the lower leg more than I'd like, and they have a hammer loop on the left hip (I can't figure out why it's there). What was I thinking? Why did I buy these? I think I bought them because they reminded me of the Garanimals of my youth. -------- TITLE: the last few days AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/09/2003 10:56:00 PM ----- BODY: On Thursday I was to pick up Rahul at the BART station at 5:30ish. I was a bit early, so I pulled over on 24th (at Mission) in front of an alley to wait for him with my hazards and the radio on. 25 minutes later, just as he finally turned up (we didn't see each other for about 15 minutes) my battery died. My car battery. No go car. Thank you to Willo for coming to jumpstart me, and for taking me to buy a new battery when the jumpstart didn't work. Thank you to Rahul who called AAA, and who called before I could buy a battery to tell me that AAA had arrived and had my car running. We hung out and ate spanakopita until we each had to leave for our 7:30 appointments with other friends. I had crabcakes and guinness down the street with my kexp buddy, then came back and met up with Rahul again. On Friday Willo came over and we watched Punch-Drunk Love. I thought it was very well-acted, but I didn't like it. It's hard to imagine anyone who grew up with violence (or has experienced it as an adult, for that matter) could root for Adam Sandler's character, so obviously a violent loose cannon. And any smart chick would want to root for Emily Watson's character, and specifically root for her to hook up with someone a) smarter and b) who wouldn't someday smash her face in when he lost control. I don't think I will be seeing it again. Saturday I went to the farmer's market at the Ferry Terminal with Kristin. I got some greens and potatoes. Saturday night was girls' night, fun as always despite my being in a bit of a funk this month. We had dinner at Esperpento, then crossed the street to LAC, where we were met by a handful of additional female friends. This morning was Sunday brunch with Jee and Hillary at Zazie. There were 18 names ahead of us on the list. I had gingerbread pancakes with roasted pears and vanilla ice cream. Afterward we went window-shopping on Haight and ran into Amber and Tantek. Later I had Peasant Pies with Doug. I was horrified that they replaced my favorite chocolate-raspberry with a milky chocolate custard thing. I thought it was horrid, and didn't even finish it. Bring back the berries! -------- TITLE: my new motto AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/06/2003 04:59:00 PM ----- BODY: "What'll it hurt?" -------- TITLE: the week so far AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/06/2003 11:49:00 AM ----- BODY: On Monday, Kristin came over. We had artichoke tortellini with tomato/red pepper sauce, vanilla ice cream with raspberries, and we watched Next Stop Wonderland (one of my favorite movies and the one I still think of as Hope Davis's best role). On Tuesday, Willo came over. I made salmon (in white wine, lemon, garlic and dill), green beans (with almonds, lemon, white wine, basil and oregano), and a salad with cherry tomatoes and lemon cucumbers I got at the farmer's market on Sunday. On Wednesday, I double-booked myself, so combined my two sets of plans. I had invited both Hillary and Jee over to grill salmon burgers, but since it was raining, we went out to Home instead. Our waiter looked like a cross between Chris and Kat's ex-boyfriend. Despite some poor service, he still got a good tip. Chris and I call this the beauty tax. -------- TITLE: weekend update AUTHOR: jane DATE: 11/03/2003 08:27:00 AM ----- BODY: Janeforshort.net email works again. If you sent me mail between Tuesday and Saturday, I may not have received it. At work my department dressed up as Hula Honeys on Friday for the company-wide Halloween contest. We even gave a hula demonstration (possible b/c my boss is from Hawaii and knew a simple song and dance we could all do). We won the contest! Friday night I skipped all the Halloween parties and hung out with Rahul in the East Bay instead. It took an hour and twenty minutes to get to his house due to traffic. East Bay commute = yuck. I'm still deciding if his view makes up for the driving. (I mean that in general. Of course it was worth the drive to hang out.) Saturday I did errands and bought some sweaters, since our heat stopped working. I dropped in on Kristin, who lives near where I was shopping. I like drop-in visits. I wish more people drop-in-visited me. Saturday night was Rahul's birthday dinner (happily, 3 blocks from my house, in the Mission, no driving for me), followed by the director's cut of Alien at the Metreon. Sunday I went to the Burlingame farmer's market with Kristin, and afterward we stopped to visit Jish. At night I washed dishes and read books and found myself in a sudden blue funk. The funk was somewhat lifted after chatting with Angus, who is always cheery, and was lifted even more after Jee made our reservations for the desert spa over Christmas. Yay, sunshine at Christmas, yay, hot hot tubs of mineral water, yay, odd rejuvenating mud treatments. I've never been that much of a girl, but I am looking very forward to it. -------- TITLE: i'm not ignoring you... AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/30/2003 05:32:00 PM ----- BODY: My mail is not working right this second, and if you emailed me today, I won't get it. Email me for now at tigersandcake.com. -------- TITLE: busy AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/30/2003 03:23:00 PM ----- BODY: Have been kind of sick lately. Also have a lot to do. Also supposed to find a grass skirt by tomorrow. -------- TITLE: day/night AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/28/2003 09:58:00 PM ----- BODY: I had the worst day. Actually, the day part was okay. Correction: I had the worst evening. -------- TITLE: on the move AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/28/2003 02:14:00 PM ----- BODY: If you're wondering why I haven't posted anything about the Phantom Planet/Ben Lee show, it's because it still makes me shiver just thinking about it, it was so good. In the meantime, an alert: I'm switching servers for me (janeforshort.net) and Sarah (smokeandashes.blogspot.com), so if our sites disappear briefly sometime in the next couple of days, don't be discouraged. They'll be right back. Ditto email. -------- TITLE: sunday: pumpkin grill and carving AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/27/2003 07:59:00 AM ----- BODY: On Sunday some people came over for pumpkin carving. It was a smaller gathering than usual, and of the eight people who came, only three were web people. Less than fifty percent! I think that's a first for a party at my house. Berndt, Carrie, Myrrisa and Russ did traditional jack o'lanterns. Rick did a Mr. T version. Willo outshone everyone by producing a White-Stripes-ish band scene. The rest of us watched. Sarah predicted at least one person would have spaced the time change and would show up early. And one couple did, so she wins the prescience award for the night. The Food: Beverages included sparkling apple cider and heated spiced cider (spiked with rum for those who wanted it). There was brie and fresh french bread. Some pretzels to get rid of them. There were whole grilled mini pumpkins brushed with brown sugar. Butternut squash with olive oil and salt. Zuchinni with lime-mint marinade. Red peppers with tamari/sesame/honey marinade. Pumpkin wedges with maple syrup/butter/cardamom marinade. Mmm. We were so stuffed I didn't even break out the apple turnovers. -------- TITLE: Amazon follow-up AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/24/2003 03:46:00 PM ----- BODY: However (see below), if you seach for "It is a truth universally acknowledged," Pride and Prejudice does not come up first. It is 9th on the list. It would be cool if the text search cross-referenced Bartlett's Quotations, so anything that was listed with an original quote would shoot to the top of the results when the quoted phrase was searched for. -------- TITLE: Amazon's new thing AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/23/2003 08:46:00 AM ----- BODY: Well, they did it: search inside the book is ready. I tried it by entering "oh happy dagger," and indeed, the first result was Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, followed by an excerpt where that text appears in the work. Pretty snazzy, Amazon. -------- TITLE: oh happy dagger AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/22/2003 03:30:00 PM ----- BODY: NPR : Elliot Smith Dead in Apparent Suicide. I used to see him for $5 in Portland pre-big-album. What a bummer that someone would feel the need to inflict a single stab wound to their chest as an exit strategy. -------- TITLE: disaster averted AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/21/2003 03:37:00 PM ----- BODY: A nice young man off craigslist is selling me tickets. Phew. -------- TITLE: FUCK!!! AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/20/2003 07:46:00 PM ----- BODY: I forgot to buy tickets to see Phantom Planet at Bottom of the Hill on Saturday. Can ANYONE get me tickets? -------- TITLE: scary things you learn when talking about boys with your mom AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/20/2003 07:43:00 PM ----- BODY: My mother likes Bon Jovi. -------- TITLE: Rock & Roll Spelling Bee AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/20/2003 01:38:00 PM ----- BODY: Wednesday, come to the Rock & Roll Spelling Bee, a fundraiser for National Novel Writing Month & Music in Schools Today, pitting local musicians against local music critics for mediocre prizes and minuscule amounts of fame and glory. Bands will play between rounds: Citizens Here and Abroad, Excuses For Skipping, Snowday, and Revenge! I'll be there, will you?? -------- TITLE: conversation we had to memorize in 9th grade spanish I AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/17/2003 02:29:00 PM ----- BODY: -Hola, Mariana, Feliz Navidad. -Feliz Navidad, Paula. Que tal? -Hace sol y hace mucho calor. -Vamos a la playa! -Que bueno! -------- TITLE: the secret language of waitresses AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/17/2003 02:22:00 PM ----- BODY: Post removed b/c Doug is a pain the ass sometimes. -------- TITLE: good morning AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/17/2003 07:22:00 AM ----- BODY: I'm wearing my Red Sox T-shirt to show my solidarity with poor Sarah, who was distraught when she got home last night, and whom I rode with to work on the train today. The wisdom of this move is questionable, I now realize. I've been getting funny looks all morning...at the station, at the coffee shop, on the sidewalk. I wonder if the lookers think I am a day off on scheduling, and somehow missed the game last night, or if they think I'm just in denial. -------- TITLE: baseball: why everyone hates me right now AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/16/2003 08:25:00 PM ----- BODY: We all do things that are inappropriate. Or maybe they're not even inappropriate, they just don't fit with others' pre-conceived notions of how things should be. Like Chris, who bangs on the drums for an angst-ridden song with a huge grin on his face. Not what you'd expect. Like me, who thinks this World Series game is great, since the two teams I like are the Yankees and the Red Sox, so I'll be psyched whoever wins. If the Yankees win, I'll be psyched with Ashley and most of my hometown. If the Sox win, I'll be psyched with Sarah and Angus. Now watch, and the 49ers will wind up in the Superbowl with the Giants, too. update: 2 extra innings later, congratulations, Yankees! -------- TITLE: merlin's funny joke, a week and a half old AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/15/2003 05:41:00 PM ----- BODY: Merlin, Lane and I walk with The Driver toward his car. Merlin (to Driver): Which car is yours? Driver (pointing): That one. Merlin: You drive a BMW?! Driver: Yes. Merlin: Oh, were they out of penises that day? -------- TITLE: wedding report AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/15/2003 04:06:00 PM ----- BODY: This will probably be annoying to read, but it might be fun to write, and since I am home sick in bed yet again, I'm going to wallow in self-indulgence and write a fun report on the weekend festivities. On Friday, it was pre-wedding-jitters drinks at the Hotel Adagio. I took the train over with Doug and wore a funky, sparkly dress. Had much fun seeing everyone who'd gathered, not to mention the early-years photographs of Maggie and Bryan that were shown. Jen was in town from NY, looking healthy and expectant and as rock-star as ever. Courtney wore a fabulous pink dress with black net underskirt that wowed the room. Rachel had a sporty new haircut that was, in my opinion, stunning on her. Maggie, in her signature red, was glamorous, and retired early to be wide awake for her wedding the following day. Lori, Doug, Rahul, Sean and I thought it was too early to go home, so we all went to Lori's for more drinks and chatter. Suddenly it was late and past the last BART, so <censored>. Saturday morning, <censored>, and later I met up with Doug to do some last-minute shopping. He hit me with the car when I was getting out, and I now have a bruise covering my tricep, bah. We found everything we needed and went our separate ways, to meet at 4 at my place along with Mike and Molly, with whom we would cabpool to the wedding. The 2Ms arrived on time, but Doug caused us some worry by not turning up until 4:30. Our concern was, however, unfounded, as the Fleet Week traffic we'd anticipated was almost non-existent, and we arrived perfectly in time to mingle outside the church before going in. Heather wore a fantastic hat. I wish I had thought to bring a camera to catch everyone in their fancy state. The wedding was simple and stylish and perfect and exactly like Maggie and Bryan. Jeff and Leslie did a lovely job officiating. Before the ceremony started, I'd been sitting with Doug, and had run over to Lori's pew to say hi. Suddenly the wedding started and I was stuck in my new location. This wouldn't have been a big deal, but I'd left my things in my old seat, so I was without my regulation handkerchief, and I have to admit I was blinking back tears on more than one occasion. Then they kissed, and it was over: on to the reception! The Fort Mason firehouse was a fun space for a big party. When I went to get my first drink refill, I discovered one of the bartenders was the same guy from Lane and Courtney's wedding last year. I reminded him how we'd argued over the drink table's placement and tablecloth arrangement (he wanted to swipe the cloth from the cake table and I said no way, following orders). He remembered, apologized (said he'd had a bad day) and we laughed. Then he started making me ultra-strong drinks in glasses twice as tall as they needed to be. Thanks, bartender! After dinner we all watched the fireworks (oohing and ahhing at Maggie's request; who can say no to a bride?), and then danced the night away. What fun! Everyone was completely and utterly drunk, including a few people I've never seen even slightly tipsy before. One, <censored>'s current <censored>, danced up and said, <censored>, so we did. According to Rahul, several times. Yikes. What a way to <censored>. After hours of drunken gyrations, <censored>. I stayed late with Rachel and gang to help tidy up before <censored>. Eventually made it back to <censored> and <censored>. Woke up in the morning with a horrible hangover, and threw up three times. Was touched by sweetness of <censored> <censored> <censored>. Got the train home. Spent most of Sunday in bed recovering, then went to girls' night dinner at Ashley's with Hillary and Jee, and had a good old-fashioned uncensored gossip. I love my girlfriends. Monday, I woke up sick as a dog with tonsilitis. My voice has not yet returned completely. I went to work today for five hours, but left early to come home and rest. Tomorrow is supposed to be a full day, but we'll see how it goes. And that's the report! (Who has pictures?) -------- TITLE: NGB writeoff sample AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/14/2003 09:26:00 PM ----- BODY: My girls' night girls have been going through a lot of blowoffs lately. Meaning, they keep meeting NGBs. You know, "Nice Guy, But..." Being the one who often chimes in with suggestions for how to break the news kindly but with no room for negotiation, I started thinking today as I lay on my sickbed, that maybe all the niceness is superfluous. Does Girl 1's guy really need to know that she's reprioritizing, or that she just doesn't feel the kind of spark she's looking for, despite thinking he's a swell guy and she looks forward to seeing him at friends' parties? What if they all just got a form letter, based on all the reasons we give each other for why we're ditching the guy, instead of the reasons we give them (which are also true, but usually less likely to be deal-breakers)? I'm sure that once I'm feeling well, I will be horrified that this came from me, but here it is, girls, use it as you see fit. A form letter to ditch a date, based on the reasons thrown around by my girlfriends recently. (Hey, I'm just writing it as a joke. Don't anyone really use it, okay? It's really mean. Just be nice.) Dear Prospective Boyfriend: Hi. I hate to have to say this in a letter, but to be honest I feel like a shallow little bitch saying it in person, so I've found the simplest way to do this is in writing. I apologize in advance for the impersonality of this letter, but to be honest it just saves me time if all I have to do is fill in a few blanks and check a box or two before mailing it. Anyway, after spending some time with you on our (insert number) dates, I have come to the conclusion that you are a nice guy, but not the one for me. I wish it weren't the case, but you: (check all that apply) --Don't meet the height requirement --Have an annoyingly high voice --Wear really ugly shirts --Are cheap --Smell yucky --Are suspected of possessing insubstantial penis size --Are a bad kisser --Like music that I find annoying --Make a funny noise when you eat --Tell me what to do, and I don't like it --Are oddly proportioned --Keep wanting to talk about 'our relationship' --Have a big head (literally: it's heavy) --Are always late --Have no respect for the law Because of this/these reason(s), I feel it would be better if we didn't see each other socially in the future. I'm sure you agree that this is for the best. Thanks for understanding. Regards, Not Going To Be Your Girlfriend -------- TITLE: whine AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/13/2003 08:28:00 PM ----- BODY: I hate having a fever: shiver, sweat, shiver, sweat. I also hate not having a voice. Not to mention feeling like I've been run over by a truck. The inability to swallow is aggravating, too. So since I'm in such a bad, sick-person mood, I will hold off writing about the weekend until I'm not shivering/sweating/shivering/sweating. -------- TITLE: my week AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/09/2003 07:41:00 AM ----- BODY: My week has been not very exciting. I've mainly been going to bed early with a book. I've bailed on all potential social engagements this week: concerts, museum visits, movies. Work has been extra-busy since losing two employees (and since we remaining have had to take on that work in addition to what we already had) last week, and I've just not felt like going out at night. Plus I figure this weekend is going to be busy enough to make up for the rest of the week: Maggie and Bryan's wedding, Molly in town/her BBQ, girls' night dinner, etc. Today I have a doctor's appointment. I had made an appointment for Tuesday, but when I got over there, it turned out the receptionist hadn't written me down in the book, and furthermore the doctor had been called away for a funeral. So I rescheduled for today. Also today, we are supposed to get our furnace fixed. The house has been leaning toward chilly some nights, so this is good. I've been thinking of going to Seattle, but most of my good friends from when I lived there have moved away. I'm not sure how many people I even know there anymore, or whom I would stay with if I decided to go up some weekend. But I'm feeling like going. I will not be going to Georgia for Thanksgiving. My brother (father of my nieces), who's in the process of moving back there, has had a setback. He built a plane. Since he has to drive his family out to GA, he got a friend to agree to fly the plane out for him. The friend wanted to do a test run on Monday. The plane wasn't insured yet. Apparently something happened with the engine while the friend was in the air, and he turned around to head back to the base. But he didn't get there: he crashed into a house, causing it and the plane to burst into flames. Everyone is okay, but there is some worry that the insurance company of the homeowners may try to sue my brother, who built the plane with the malfunctioning engine. Seems to me there would be more of a case to bring against the pilot, who chose to drive an uninsured vehicle, and actually crashed into the house. But I admit that I have never understood the nuances of insurance law, which I think is manipulative and heinous. If we only had national health care, the medical insurance industry could go to hell. Oh well. -------- TITLE: election AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/07/2003 09:26:00 PM ----- BODY: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. -------- TITLE: weekend update AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/06/2003 08:22:00 AM ----- BODY: Let's see. Friday: Got hit hard by a cold that had been hanging around the edges for awhile, and went straight to bed when I got home from work. This was right after having my one year review at work. They said I done good, and gave me a raise. And yet I still make over $20K less than at my last job. Ah, the sacrifices we make to work in book publishing. Woke up at 8:06pm, 9 minutes before Willo was to pick me up to head to Cafe Du Nord, where we saw Thee More Shallows, Citizens Here and Abroad, and Film School. Good, good. Saturday: Went dress shopping with Jee, then to Willo's for dinner with the girls before Fray, then to the Victoria for Fray Day 7, where I worked the door. Excellent stories. I now want to go out and read everything ever written by Armistead Maupin and Beth Lisick. Afterward we went to Kelly's for fries. Sunday: Went with Doug to Peter's bbq, then to Willo's to pick up some stuff I'd left there. In our inertia we wound up sitting on the couch, drinking tea and watching Memento. Then home, where both of my roommates had their girlfriends over for the night. I have been thinking more about living alone. -------- TITLE: snuff tv AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/02/2003 10:57:00 AM ----- BODY: This is absolutely horrifying, that this would be considered entertainment. A game of Russian Roulette with a real, loaded gun is slated to be broadcast live on British television this Sunday in what is being billed as the ultimate reality-TV stunt. Why this is okay, and even encouraged, is utterly beyond me. -------- TITLE: book AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/02/2003 08:16:00 AM ----- BODY: Yesterday I read a cute little book called Namedropper. Here's what the jacket notes say:
Meet Viva Cohen: her bedroom walls are plastered with posters of silver-screen legends, and underneath her school uniform she wears vintage thigh-high stockings. Her best friends are a drugged-out beauty queen and an aging rock star. She lives in London with her gay uncle Manny. A bitingly funny and fiercely intelligent first novel, Namedropper takes you on a rowdy romp from London to Los Angeles, where Viva and her two best friends search for love, experience, and Jack Nicholson. It's a wild ride as she uncovers the icon in every person she meets.
I liked it. -------- TITLE: waking up AUTHOR: jane DATE: 10/02/2003 08:05:00 AM ----- BODY: As the sunrise has been getting later and later in the morning, so has it been getting more and more difficult for me to get up early for work. That 6:26am train is harder to catch when I'm fumbling around in the dark, trying to be quiet so I don't wake up my sleeping roommates. I miss the early summer sunrise...I used to wake up from the light coming in my window a good half-hour before the alarm went off, and got up feeling like my body was ready to be awake. As any ex-boyfriend can tell you, I always wake up the minute the sun comes through the window (historically, much to their annoyance). So. This waking up in the dark to a sudden loud beeping sound, followed by getting ready in the dark, walking to the train in the dark, and arriving at work in the dark, has not been optimal. I wake up feeling disoriented, rushed, cranky and annoyed. Solution: I got a clock. A clock that simulates the sunrise. I set my alarm time, and half an hour before that, a light comes on and gets progressively brighter, reaching full intensity at my alarm time. The first couple of days I also set it to have the radio turn on at alarm time just in case, but it became clear within two days that this was unnecessary. I'm so light-sensitive I might as well photosynthesize instead of eat. Now I wake up feeling alert and calm. How does this work? Even when your eyes are closed, we can perceive light. You know this is true: think of lying out at the beach without sunglasses, and how you can feel the bright sunlight making you squint even with your eyes closed; or lying in a totally dark room when you have a headache and how anyone turning on a light causes your head to roar with pain. Anyway, our light sensitivity ties in to serotonin/melatonin in the pineal gland and resetting our biological clock/circadian rhythms. Last night I forgot to set my alarm, and there was no light this morning at 6, but after only a few days using the light alarm, I woke up on time anyway. Over the last month or so in the dark, if the alarm failed to wake me, I would sleep until the sun started to come up, significantly later in the morning. Hooray for sunrise alarms! -------- TITLE: update AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/30/2003 03:23:00 PM ----- BODY: Saturday: Saw Lost in Translation with Sarah. Went to Jee's where her mom made us a Korean feast. Caught up on gossip there with Kat and Willo. Sunday: Went to the river with Ashley. Caught up on gossip. Read. Saw two snakes in the river. And Naked Guy Tom. Monday: Went to Lit at the Canvas. Kevin made me read a personal ad asking everybody to fuck each other already. Min Jung cracked up the house with imitations of her dad dispensing advice (mostly revolving around marrying a nice Korean doctor). Don't forget that Saturday night is Fray Day. I will be taking tickets at the door. Just like last year, but without Jay. :( -------- TITLE: really horrific monday AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/29/2003 07:33:00 AM ----- BODY: This will be a workday that I need to consume a lot of smarties. It's 7:30am and I'm already on pack 2. -------- TITLE: heavy nova AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/27/2003 12:45:00 AM ----- BODY: Last year around Halloween I wanted Ev to go as Robert Palmer and me and a few girlfriends to be the Addicted to Love girls. Now that Robert Palmer has died, would that be a better or worse costume idea, I wonder? When I lived with Andy in Bellingham, he used to play Sneakin' Sally through the Alley over and over and over again while he practiced the bass line. I just got home from Willo's. We watched Bottle Rocket. -------- TITLE: update AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/24/2003 09:48:00 AM ----- BODY: Friday: I missed my company picnic. My boss and I waited for the shuttle bus to come for over an hour, but it never came back. Eventually she decided we should just go home. Suddenly I had a lot of sushi to eat (what I was bringing to the picnic). Saturday: Jee and I went to Fisherman's Wharf and ate crab cakes and played games at the Musee Mechanique. I kicked her ass in skee-ball, she kicked mine in Ms. Pac-Man. Then we went up to Stinson to lie on the beach. It was lovely. Saturday night I went to Maggie's bachelorette party in the Mission and had much fun with the ladies and their plastic penises. Boy, was Maggie drunk. :) At one point Maggie accidentally sprayed cherry-flavored whipped cream on my chest. I think this was to make up for the fact that I was wearing my glasses, the sight of which upon my arrival caused her to exclaim, "What is this?! These are not sexy-girl attire!" Admittedly I wasn't feeling very sexy, having risen from a headache-induced nap only half an hour before, but between the tight jeans and the backless shirt, I hold out hope that wearing my specs didn't bring down the tone of the group too much. Fun fun dance dance! Sunday: sxsf, the sxsw reunion bbq I threw. I think there were about 35 people there, most but not all of whom I knew. Philip was in town from NY, so it was fun to see him (not mention mildly humorous to see the guy who is always bitching about how he can't get a date, draped with girls all night). There was a lot of meat being grilled. And a lot of fish. And a lot of vegetables. Not really any fruit, though, as by the time I would have put it on, I was tired. So I have a pineapple and some apples and asian pears just waiting to be grilled with a honey glaze. I did five different marinades/glazes for grilling...at some point I am going to start posting all the ones that I like. For example, the maple/balsamic glaze I used on the corn was really very good. Monday: If I'm not mistaken, I think I mostly slept to recover from the weekend. Tuesday: I worked late to get stuff done, then went for a drink with some co-workers. It was fun to hang out with them not at work. Wednesday: I was going to to go to a show with Kat and Jee, but have decided to save my pennies and scrub a meat-juice-encrusted broiling pan instead. My exciting life. You can hardly stand it, can you? I might even buy food for the cats. -------- TITLE: placeholder AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/22/2003 09:09:00 PM ----- BODY: When I am not so sleepy, I will post a weekend report covering: missing my company picnic; skipping yoga; getting crab cakes and going to the beach; a bachelorette party; the sxsf bbq. But for now, I am going back to sleep. -------- TITLE: plans AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/19/2003 02:13:00 PM ----- BODY: Today is my company picnic, so off I go. Tonight is Rainer Maria with Willo. Tomorrow is yoga and the beach with Jee, then Maggie's bachelorette. Sunday is the sxsw reunion bbq. If you went to sxsw and live in the bay area, you should come. Email me if you weren't on the list...I know I forgot people as I was in a rush when I made the invite. -------- TITLE: last weekend's update AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/19/2003 02:11:00 PM ----- BODY: Last Friday was my monthly girls' night. As we gossiped about all the stuff we don't put on our blogs because someone untoward would be likely to read it, we realized what we needed was a secret girls' night blog. Password protected, all that jazz, just for us. So now we have one. Last Saturday I went to the sandcastle-building at Moss Beach with all the others. That night I wore a short dress to Lane's birthday cocktails. On Sunday I went to the Russian River near Cloverdale with Ashley. Naked Guy Tom was there again. -------- TITLE: anniversary AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/16/2003 10:46:00 PM ----- BODY: I've been contemplative today. It was my one-year anniversary at work. Until now I'd never worked anywhere for longer than 11 months, so naturally I've been examining my accomplishments and goals and all that jazz. A year ago today was also the night (post-first-day-drinks) I decided it would be okay to kiss my best friend (thus beginning months of shilly-shallying before eventually/recently being done for good with everything). In fact, we lauded ourselves at the time for our bravery in making such a decision. Cute title tags about being lucky abounded. The job worked out better than the bravery. These lips are up for grabs. -------- TITLE: ouch AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/14/2003 09:47:00 PM ----- BODY: My wrists are both in a very bad way, despite wearing my old splint today to try and coddle the left one. Tomorrow I will call a hand surgeon and make an appointment. Sigh. Well, it lasted two years post-surgery. -------- TITLE: oh no! AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/12/2003 11:15:00 AM ----- BODY: I can't believe Jack Tripper is gone. John Ritter died. And so did Johnny Cash. -------- TITLE: back in the saddle AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/10/2003 08:41:00 AM ----- BODY: I called in sick yesterday and stayed in bed recovering from my vacation. I didn't even get dressed until 6 pm. Today I am back at work. It's weird. Tonight is my monthly girls' night. Instead of going out this month, I'm cooking for the gang, once again using my pretty new grill (which, I might add, a number of people salivated over on Sunday). I'm doing Cuban food tonight: marinated grilled red snapper, citrus rice, lime-marinated grilled peppers, glazed and grilled plantains and sweet potato, tortillas, salad, and for dessert tequila-orange glazed pineapple grilled and served over vanilla ice cream. Mm! -------- TITLE: to sum up AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/08/2003 09:31:00 PM ----- BODY: Friday: Took Mom downtown, took a cable car to Fisherman's Wharf, ate crab cakes. Took F train home and watched movie. Skipped the night out that proved to be a major social event. As I was busy having a major self-esteem crisis, just as well. Saturday: Went to Muir Woods, Stinson Beach, Trader Joe's. Watched a movie with Mom, then another with Sarah and Kathleen. Sunday: Went shopping with Mom, put together my grill and tested it, cleared weeds from backyard, prepared buttloads of food for grilling, had a handful of people over to meet Mom. Male heads were frozen in voyeuristic awe as two girls kissed in my backyard. Got big self-esteem boost from another two good friends who were happy to catalog my good traits and cheer me up. Monday: Took Mom on BART to Oakland, put her on the shuttle to airport, went to breakfast with self-esteem boosting friend and had berry-filled crepe. Came home and lay in my bed for hours, so glad to be done with the lucky futon, where I slept the last few nights. Read two books and cleaned up kitchen from last night's soiree. Went to Chow for dinner with Sarah. Emailed Jee to say Happy Birthday. -------- TITLE: gay marriage AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/05/2003 07:51:00 PM ----- BODY: CNN is taking a poll here to gauge public reaction on the definition of marriage: should it be limited to heterosexuals? As Bush wants to enact legislation that will say yes, it is the dominion of heterosexuals only, please take a second and scroll down to the QUICKVOTE and vote. -------- TITLE: shake shake shake AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/04/2003 06:50:00 PM ----- BODY: We just had a big fat earthquake (okay, not so big, but 3.9)! And it was just hours after I told my mom there wouldn't be any while she was here, that I hadn't really ever felt it here more than a truck rumbling by. And she slept through it! (Sarah and I, on the other hand, thought a car had run into the house or something.) -------- TITLE: hurry hurry AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/04/2003 10:46:00 AM ----- BODY: My mother will be here in two hours. It's the first time she's ever flown to any of my many locations to visit. Let's see how I'm doing on the pre-visit cleaning agenda... bathroom: check bedroom: mostly check kitchen: sort of check living room: unchecked laundry: checking car: don't ask And I'm off to the Oakland airport. -------- TITLE: willo the shutterbug AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/03/2003 08:20:00 PM ----- BODY: willo and jane Willo posted pictures from our Sunday afternoon. -------- TITLE: wish AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/02/2003 07:18:00 PM ----- BODY: Happy birthday to one of the more beautiful women I know, Kat Hunter. -------- TITLE: ow a lot AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/01/2003 04:52:00 PM ----- BODY: So much for using today to catch up on all the errands I meant to do Saturday. I have spent the entirety of today in bed nursing a pained face/head/neck. I am just now getting up to try and eat something. And then it will be back to bed for me. Ouch. -------- TITLE: sunday in the east bay AUTHOR: jane DATE: 9/01/2003 12:33:00 AM ----- BODY: Today (well, technically yesterday) I went to Oakland. Willo and I went for the free concert in the park to see Matt Nathanson and Guster. We stood in line to get a picture of Willo with Matt, who totally remembered his number one fan when she got to the front of the line. "Willo!" he exclaimed when he saw her, opening his arms for a hug. I took their picture, very cute. We also got ice cream cones at the Rite Aid. Then I was picked up by the fishing instructor for a lesson. I failed to bring my tackle box, though, and so was reduced to learning how to bait a hook. Sad. Further instruction will hopefully ensue at another time. A long BART trip home, followed by Willo coming over to watch a movie, All the Real Girls, which we loved except for hating the ending. And now I will go to bed. My face is acting up and being all kinds of painful. I will be trying out sleeping with earplugs for the first time. I'm a little nervous about this, as my ears are wonky already without pieces of foam shoved in them (tinnitus, hearing low-level electronic noise, oversensitivity to pressure changes, etc.), but pretty much I'm going to have to get used to them or it will be unlikely that our recent housing configuration will work out, as the room next door is now occupied by a musician who keeps late hours. So wish me luck with them. I got them at SXSW last year. Thanks, SXSW! RabbitRabbitRabbit. -------- TITLE: saturday AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/30/2003 08:53:00 PM ----- BODY: I accomplished nothing today. In fact, I didn't even leave the house. In fact, I didn't even get dressed, deciding after my shower that I would spend the day at home in pajamas. It was kind of overcast and cold, so I heated up the eggplant I made last night, and watched movies and took naps with my cats all day. It was very relaxing, as intended, but now I feel like I have way too much to do in the couple of hours I'll have tomorrow morning before leaving with Willo for a concert in Oakland. Luckily I have all day Monday free to catch up on the house stuff and errands I'd meant to do today. -------- TITLE: lucia y el sexo AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/29/2003 10:16:00 AM ----- BODY: Last night Sarah and I watched Sex and Lucia, and aside from the fact that a couple of scenes were basically soft porn (for example, showing a hand job, a hardening penis emerging from the foreskin, etc), it was a really really great movie. Beautiful photography, interesting/original story that ties up neatly and satisfyingly in the end, good acting, pretty sounds (it's in Spanish with subtitles), pretty naked people in pretty locations. Recommended! But maybe not on a first date or something, unless you're looking to get lucky. And be forewarned...the film is very well-made, and even if you are not a porn kind of person (like me), you will likely find yourself a little hot and bothered. Yikes. Of course, chances are you won't have the added stimulation of a pretty friend stopping over and snapping your attention away from the movie by tapping on the window, and when you turn around, lifting her shirt and pressing her bare breasts against the window, which happened to Sarah and me last night. Double yikes. -------- TITLE: why aren't there more songs about thursday? AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/28/2003 08:04:00 AM ----- BODY: Last night I had tea with Min Jung, picked up my grill grates, watched Better Off Dead (a forgotten classic!), and smiled when a friend called and sang songs by the Bee Gees to me over the phone. That conversation also spurred me to remember my first computer...a Commodore VIC-20. My big accomplishment on that baby was writing a little program in BASIC to make the colors on the TV (there was no monitor...you plugged it into a television) screen change in rapid succession. Ah, those were the days. How sad that I was a better programmer in sixth grade than I am today. Today, I am going to work my ass off, because I am taking all next week off (my mom gets here in a week!), and I don't want to come back to any pending issues. See Jane. See Jane work. See Jane think processes are inefficient and annoying. See Jane plan web system. See Jane corral tech-boy friends into writing code for proof of concept site. See Jane happy if it actually gets done. -------- TITLE: need font AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/27/2003 12:44:00 PM ----- BODY: Hi everyone. Does anyone out there have the Copperplate Gothic 32 BC font (and/or extended set if applicable) for Windows? If you do, would you like to do a good deed and send it to me? If you send it to me (and it works), I will thank you publicly, and mail you some cookies if you include your mailing address in the email. Thanks. font at janeforshort.net. Update: got the font. thanks. -------- TITLE: book report AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/27/2003 08:54:00 AM ----- BODY: On Monday, I read two books. The first book, read on the morning and afternoon trains and finished up directly after getting home (it is a fairly short book), was Good-bye, Mr. Chips by James Hilton. A month or two ago I was browsing with a friend in the bookstore across the street from the Indian restaurant while waiting for our dinner to be ready. The owner of the bookstore suggested two books to me, both of which I bought, one of which was a copy of Good-bye, Mr. Chips from 1934. What a good little book! It appears to be the genesis for every private-boys'-school-teacher-grows-old-and-fondly-remembers-the-passage-of-time-through-the-personal-growth-of-his-students book and movie since. If only The Emperor's Club had been this good! There have been two movies made of Good-bye, Mr. Chips (the hyphen is in the title of my copy from 1934; in later editions it is left out and goodbye is one word): one in 1939 with Robert Donat, who won the Academy Award (the same year as Gone with the Wind, The Wizard of Oz, Wuthering Heights, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Stagecoach, Young Mr. Lincoln, Dark Victory, Gunga Din, and Of Mice and Men) for his role as Mr. Chips, and one thirty years later starring Peter O'Toole in an unfortunate musical rendition. Unfortunately, neither of these are available from Netflix. The second book I read on Monday, read in the evening, was a novel put out by my company, Chronicle Books. I have to admit that while I love most of our books (design, cooking, pop culture, etc), I have not generally been super impressed by our fiction. It's a very small list, and not especially what we're known for, so it's understandable that not every title would knock my socks off. This book, however, really sort of did. Things Unspoken is the story of a girl growing up motherless (what is it with motherless girl stories lately) in 1950s LA with a neglectful father and increasingly wild brothers. I hate writing synopses of books; it reminds me of book reports in 5th grade, which were just to prove you'd read something. You can read the reviews on Amazon or anywhere else on the web if you want a play-by-play. Here, I just want to say that the author, Anitra Sheen, did a wonderful job of telling a story, and that it is staying with me. -------- TITLE: cookie puss AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/26/2003 03:42:00 PM ----- BODY: At Ashley's birthday party on Saturday, there was a contingent of east-coasters. More specifically, a handful of us remembered the commericals on WPIX 11 Alive, channel 13 in Rome. It was a NYC station, so we got commercials for businesses that we didn't know, like electronics emporium Crazy Eddie's (these prices are in-sane), hotel Milford Plaza (jingle sung to the tune of Lullaby of Broadway), beautiful Mount Airy Lodge, and ice-cream providers Carvel. We all spoke fondly of the memory of Cookie Puss. So imagine my surprise when someone said there was to be a Carvel franchise opening up at Fisherman's Wharf soon. Does anyone know if this is true? -------- TITLE: music AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/26/2003 09:26:00 AM ----- BODY: Yesterday, I stopped at Starbucks to get a chocolate croissant for breakfast, and was surprised by the music. It was a remix of an R&B version of the Bee Gees' How Can You Mend a Broken Heart. All day long I walked around singing "Hooooow can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round?" And the attendant lalalalalas. Now I really want to listen to the Bee Gees. I am officially old and lame. The fact that I listen to bands like Carissa's Weird doesn't make up for it. How can you mend this broken maaaaaaan? -------- TITLE: weekend AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/25/2003 10:23:00 AM ----- BODY: Saturday was a busy day. Running around Daly City and Trader Joe's with Doug gave way to sunning on the deck at Willo's, which gave way to putting on a dress and heading to Ashley's birthday dinner with Jee, where there was amazing food spread out for practically miles. The bruschetta with honey-soaked pears, brie and walnuts was my favorite. On Sunday I sold my loft bed, and felt ultra-strong as I disassembled it for its somewhat butchy buyers (they had way bigger biceps than me). Afterward, I put together the bed I bought on Friday (and felt ultra-strong again). My room is all different now. I'm sleeping at regular-person level again. Wierd. I discovered that in disassembling the grill, I left the cooking grate at the house of the woman who sold it to me. Oops. The inaugural grill-n-swill became a come-over-and-have-greek-salad-because-we-can't-use-the-grill-without-a-grate gathering. It was good greek salad, though! I brought some for my lunch today, in fact. And Jessa made super-yummy curried squash. I am picking up the grate this week; next week I will try again. I will grill corn if it's the last thing I do. (And I need to practice, since the following week my mother will be here.) -------- TITLE: saturday AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/23/2003 02:28:00 PM ----- BODY: Happy birthday, Blogger. Last night Kristin and I went to pick up my new grill. It didn't fit through the door at the woman's house, so I had to disassemble it. Then Sarah went with me later to buy a bed, and Willo picked us up to transport it home on her way to borrow some chairs. Today: errands with Doug, BBQ at Willo's, birthday dinner at Ashley's. Tomorrow: inaugural BBQ at my house. -------- TITLE: birthday anniversary AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/22/2003 07:42:00 AM ----- BODY: Dorothy Parker, 1893-1967. -------- TITLE: ch-ch-ch-ch-changes AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/21/2003 08:14:00 AM ----- BODY: The other day I bought a grill. It is green and silver and ooh shiny. Sunday grill-n-swills hereby commence. Dude is now a roommate. It's funny how dynamics change when another gender is added to a household. I think occasionally some of my usual girl talk with Sarah will be taking place at coffee shops from now on. Too bad neither of us is really a coffee drinker. The train tracks near my house are a shortcut to the park. They've put up new signs at all the train track byways that say, "DANGER! PELIGROSO! NO TRESPASSING!" and inform potential trespassers that not only is there no clearance, there is a large fine if convicted for trespassing. I saw two teenagers yesterday about to take the shortcut stop and look at the sign, then go the long way around (and up the hill). I wonder if I will be less likely to take the shortcut now. I have a great memory of the shortcut. Once I was coming home from a party with a boy, and we were racing each other on the train tracks. We held hands for balance as we each ran on a rail and when we ran around a curve in the tracks we fell off the rails and knocked into each other and kissed, unexpectedly. It was very sweet. I think everyone should have a chance to kiss someone the first time on train tracks. Then again, DANGER! PELIGROSO! might have saved me some heartache later on. :) -------- TITLE: good man AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/19/2003 07:51:00 AM ----- BODY: I like Paul Newman. -------- TITLE: looks like someone's got a case of the mondays AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/18/2003 10:07:00 AM ----- BODY: Sunday I wound up having tea with Molly, and then going to Courtney's for dinner. Blueberry pancakes, mm. I'm trying to look on the bright side of the debacle with The Third. If I hadn't gotten the rent lowered in May, I'd have spent another three hundred dollars in rent over the last three months. So the fact that she screwed me for $350 is, in the long run, not so much money, right? Yes, I am personally feeling completely outraged that the situation progressed in such a way as to release her from her financial responsibilities, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Other people were involved and we don't always get to run the world the way we'd like to. However, if I ever encounter her on a public street, I will feel absolutely no qualms about hauling back and socking her in her nonexistent gut. Lessons learned from this whole thing? 1. Document, document, document. No more gentlemen's agreements, ever. 2. Do not go against own instincts to preserve someone else's opinion of you. 3. Document, document, document. 4. Once the gauntlet has been thrown down by the opposing party, cease appeasement efforts and focus on defense. I should have remembered this from watching high school football and hockey. 5. Document, document, document. -------- TITLE: denouement AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/17/2003 11:53:00 AM ----- BODY: Saturday morning, I woke up early and cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen. The Third and her boyfriend got up and starting loading stuff into her car. Around 10:30 they sat down in the living room and waited for Nora, my landlord, to get here so The Third could give her the check and keys, which Nora would then give to me. My reinforcements/brunch guests began to arrive around the same time. Nora showed up at around 11:20, and The Third and her boyfriend took Nora out on the front porch to Talk. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, Nora wanting to give me keys. "Did she give you a check?" "No." Nora, sick of dealing with The Third, apparently okayed her not paying rent in order to get rid of her. I, however, don't think a temper tantrum should be rewarded with $350 in free rent while you make your housemate miserable (while sleeping in her bed, no less!). Sarah and I had The Third sign an agreement saying that she could only cash the $700 deposit check after she'd paid $350 for half-August rent. Sarah is now trying to stop payment on the deposit check. We won't know until Monday what the situation is. Thanks to my brunchers who kept me distracted once I knew the score and prevented me from just walking around the house screaming, "I cannot believe that girl!!!": Kristin, Doug, Chris, Molly, Willo, Courtney and Kathleen. It should be noted that we didn't even break out the champagne until after Sarah got home to discover that The Third had absconded without paying. At that point, Sarah and I each filled a pint glass. Kristin took me shopping to further distract me, and I bought some pants and shirts and a jacket, which did in fact work...for two whole hours I didn't think about The Third. Later, I went with Sarah to Jud's going-away party. I was exhausted, though, and once I started yawning every three minutes, I decided it was time to go home and go to bed. This morning I made vegan pear-cardamom muffins. Dude and Stacie thought they were good. -------- TITLE: Summer Friday AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/15/2003 02:35:00 PM ----- BODY: I finished work today at 11. I sat in the park and finished my book, a Jewish mystery novel, before going to meet Hillary for lunch. Now I've come home and am taking care of a few errands before picking Molly up at the airport. What do you know, The Third is home! She who kept complaining that she had to work all the time and that that was why she couldn't go to the landlord's to drop off a check is here at 2:30 in the afternoon, not in Mountain View! And yet! The rent has not to my knowledge been paid! I keep reminding myself to just look to the wall. Prison rape. She is supposed to move out tomorrow. It'll be like getting early parole. -------- TITLE: 30 plus or minus 2 AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/13/2003 07:43:00 PM ----- BODY: Once a month on the full moon, I gather together a few of my girlfriends for dinner and drinks. We're all in the 28-32 range, which is nice because it gives us all a somewhat similar perspective on a lot of things, despite our differences in various areas. Our full-moon girls' night, in place for five months now, is the one social event I always make sure gets on my calendar before anything else. Except this month, last night, I was so beat from the night before that I could barely stay awake. Luckily, it was going around, and a reduced group of me, Hillary and Willo went to dinner at Malay on 16th for Thai food. Ethiopian was unexpectedly and disappointingly closed for the night. We were joined last night by Sarah, since her pasta didn't do it for her and I knew the group would be very diminished in number, so there was no reason to stick to the usual age guidelines. What excellent fried spring rolls! What yummy garlic broccoli! Restaurant recommended. By 9 we were sleepy (except Willo, who hadn't been out the night before), so called off our plans for drinks with the others. Next month, I'll be ready. -------- TITLE: silly fox, words are for everyone AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/13/2003 08:18:00 AM ----- BODY: I understand trademarks. Mostly because I had a boyfriend who specialized in intellectual property law and whose papers I used to read and edit. I understand making a business name or tagline a trademark, but I think your tagline needs to be something totally original and specific (for example, "Over 1 billion served") to qualify. Trademarking a description like "fair and balanced" is like announcing that you'll be chasing litigation. As usual, I'm on Al Franken's side. -------- TITLE: book report AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/12/2003 10:17:00 AM ----- BODY: I know I was going to post about A Cleaning Woman, but when I went to bed that night, I realized I had already started another book, so I thought I would finish that first. Trouble is, Hello Darling, Are You Working by Rupert Everett isn't nearly as funny as it should be, and I keep getting bored after a few pages and putting it down. Therefore, it will be some time before I can review A Cleaning Woman. -------- TITLE: sarah's birthday night AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/12/2003 09:50:00 AM ----- BODY: Last night we had dinner at Esperpento for pretty roommate Sarah's 24th birthday, with Helena, Derek, Jud, Jud's friend Steve, and Dude. Followed up with drinks across the street at the LAC, where we also saw Kat, Jee, Tantek, Amber, Kevin, Suzan, Kathleen, Erin, Baruch (coincidentally), and Chris. The upshot of the night? No more wisecracks about "back when *I* was 23..." -------- TITLE: wish AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/11/2003 08:00:00 AM ----- BODY: An ecstatically happy birthday to my pretty roommate, Sarah. -------- TITLE: weekend recap, short version AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/10/2003 10:10:00 PM ----- BODY: Well, on Friday I was going to go to Willo's happy hour at Zeitgeist, but at the last minute discovered that Jee had gotten free tickets to Bjork, and that I would get to go with her. She wrote up our evening about as I would so I will just point you in her direction if you wonder what it was like. I will say there were fireworks, flames, many people, beautiful night air, and a very funny guy next to us who, during the plaintive cries of "I love him I love him I love him" etc. during Pagan Poetry, held up his hands and cried out earnestly, "I'm here! Right here! Here!" Saturday I went book and dress shopping with Doug, to Maggie and Bryan's wedding shower, to Kevin's 30th birthday party, and when I couldn't stop yawning, finally home and to bed. Good times. I'm getting old. Sunday went to pick out new clothes for Doug, then to North Beach for lunch. At home, watched a very very very bad movie with Sarah and went to the store before she left for dinner with friends. Spent the night reading, washing dishes, watching a movie, petting cats, and generally enjoying the solitude that is rare in a house inhabited by three people. The book I started tonight is called A Cleaning Woman. I remembered seeing it at the used book store a few weeks ago and picking up, but since I didn't see it on my bookshelf the other day, I thought I'd decided not to buy it. When Doug and I were there yesterday, I scanned the shelves hoping no one had purchased it yet, but sadly it was nowhere to be found. But! Today as I picked up some stuff the cat had knocked over, I discovered it! Smart girl I am to have bought a book whose description haunted me weeks later. I have just started it this past hour, but I will let you know how it was tomorrow. It is pretty short. -------- TITLE: change in plans for tonight AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/08/2003 06:32:00 PM ----- BODY: Huh. Free tickets to Bjork. -------- TITLE: strain AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/08/2003 08:06:00 AM ----- BODY: My wrists are starting to not work again. This makes me unhappy. I might need surgery again. Yuck. Will make an appointment with my doctor asap to go see a hand person. This time both hands are feeling it, not just my left one. Yuck. The Third refuses to pay me her share of the rent. She insists on paying it to Nora, my landlord. This despite the fact that the rent has already been paid. Apparently she wants to meet with Nora to complain about how unfairly she has been treated. She is going to try and schedule a meeting with Nora for next week. Meanwhile, I go unrepaid. I basically feel like she's forfeited her right to pay an actual rent check this month, by missing our rent deadline, and that now her deposit should be considered last month's rent, and the rental portion deducted from it. However, Sarah tells me to just breathe deeply and remind myself it's only 8 more days. That if we just go along with her, in a little over a week, she'll be gone. I know she's right. Last night with Kristin I compared it to prison: I know I should just do my time, smile and nod, try not to get anyone too riled up, and be as unobtrusive as possible. But damn it, that's not how I am. I don't want to grin and bear it for my nickel sentence, I want to change the system and make the prison guard stop raping his charges. Yes, I compared The Third to a prison rape. Sigh. -------- TITLE: de-stressor #2/suicide AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/07/2003 08:35:00 AM ----- BODY: A big public thank you to my friend Ashley, who took me out last night and bought me pretty green drinks (Mt. Fuji Appletinis made with sake), vibrated with righteous indignation on my behalf more than once, and then took me to Zachary's for pizza. She said if Tony the limo driver wasn't available, she knew a few people. Maybe even her. It's nice to have a friend you've known since 5th grade, and who is on your side. Especially one as smart and kind and funny and sarcastic and pretty as Ashley. I'm tempted to post a picture of us from our 7th grade play (Androcles and the Lion! We were children in the bazaar!), or the trip to NYC (to see Cats) with the cast that followed it, but since none of those are digitized, she escapes such publicity. That's two trips to the East Bay, and Rockridge specifically, in one week! When I got home, I watched The Virgin Suicides with Sarah and Dude. I must be thick, but I didn't get how I was supposed to feel that the girls were so imprisoned that they needed to off themselves. The 13-year-old at first, sure, maybe, despair is a huge thing when you are small and have no resources to get you elsewhere. But for the older girls, why not just leave home and get a job if you hate your life? I did when I was their age. I mean, it would be different if they'd literally been imprisoned, but if they could get out of the house to leave notes for boys and have sex on rooftops, then surely they could get out to hitch a ride somewhere better. If anyone has an opinion on this movie and what it suggests about young women and the way they view their options (and/or the way society wants us to view the way they view their options), I'd love to hear it. You know how to reach me. (Oh, and despite many trips back and forth through the house and having a friend come over last night, no, The Third did not pay the rent yet.) -------- TITLE: yeah AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/06/2003 11:33:00 PM ----- BODY: So here's what The Third wrote back to me: I'm not going to get in a debate with you over ethical behavior. So get over yourself and deal with it. This will be the last email I reply to you. And Sarah, you have the right to stay out of it, but that's between you and me, so give me a call if you want to talk about it. Like I said before, I'm avoiding legal action because I don't want to deal with the mess. But if this mess keeps on growing by itself I will take it one step further in order to put a stop to this bickering. Jane, if you want to continue living in this house, I suggest that you make an effort to make my last days tolerable. Otherwise if you think the landlord will always be on your side then I think you might be getting yourself into trouble. As predicted, she still has not paid her rent. And I love how she responds to things on her mind instead of the question of paying said rent. Also, she is apparently unaware that the landlord she thinks will not always be on my side has already written me a lease starting the day after The Third moves out, and that the landlord invited me to have tacos with her and her sister at their house last night. Tomorrow Sarah will ask The Third to pay the rent. What a circus. -------- TITLE: i swear i am not making this shit up AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/06/2003 02:45:00 PM ----- BODY: So. I see my friends and they say things like, "I can't believe you're having so much trouble with your roommate!" Well, here's a sample of what it's been like to deal with her. This is all email just from today. Last night The Third had not yet paid her rent. Because of this, I covered her share when I went over to sign the new lease with Nora, the landlord. In the exchange that follows I have omitted her name when used and replaced it with "The Third." This morning I wrote to The Third: "The Third," as you did not pay rent to me or Sarah or make arrangements with Nora by the 5th when rent was due, I paid the rent on your room last night. Please reimburse me for your share of the rent, or trade your $700 deposit check from Sarah for one that deducts this half-month's rent. In addition, you'll need to pay your share of the electric and phone bills before you leave. jane She very maturely responded: I will take care of my electronic and phone bill of course. As I said in my previous emails, I already made arrangements with Norah about rent. Unless Norah specifically asked you to cover me, I do will [sic] appreciate you going ahead and making that payment. Please mind your own business from now on. I wrote back: Nora said you had not made arrangements with her, nor did she have a meeting scheduled with you for this week, as you said you did in a previous email. She did say you had left her a phone message, however that message did not lead her to believe that she should expect a rent check from you individually by the time rent was due. Thus, she expected me to pay the rent on the full house by the 5th per our normal rental agreement, and when I met with her last night, I paid it. The rent on the house IS my business, no matter how much you would like it to be otherwise, as if the full rent was not paid we would all be subject to eviction as every tenant is responsible for the entire rent by San Francisco tenant law. If Nora had made arrangements with you, I certainly wouldn't have coughed up an extra $700 out of my own pocket, as I have no guarantee that I will get it back from you. jane Her response: If tenant's law were a concern here then we should start a whole new discussion. So I suggest that you stay off that topic if you want me to not take the legal route. Don't know if you got the hint, but I'm trying to avoid any dealings with you for the rest of my stay here because it's always been extremely unpleasant. From this point on, whatever requests/concerns you have, please go through Sarah or Nora to communicate to me. I note that she finally started spelling the landlord's name correctly in that one, which was nice, since she's been misspelling it through this whole imbroglio. Still, you'll note her failure to agree to pay me the rent she owes me. My last email to her: Asking Sarah or Nora to be your secretary is not only inefficient, it is immature beyond belief. We all have to deal with people we don't like in this world, "The Third," and the easiest way to get through times like these is to behave in a businesslike manner instead of resorting to personal vendetta. It seems you haven't learned this yet, so I've tried to avoid reacting to most of your barbs, but you really don't get to just decide the rules on your own. If you really demand that you write a rent check to Sarah and that she sign it over to me, fine. But however you slice it, you failed to pay the rent on time, and you are responsible for getting the rent to me one way or another, as I had to cover your share. If Sarah had offered to cover your share, you could reimburse her, but she didn't have the money, since she'd already written you a check for $700. So one way or another, I will expect to be reimbursed for your share of the rent. Until you have moved out of the house and taken responsibility for all your financial obligations with me, it is ridiculous to suggest that I refrain from contacting you. I am not going to ask Sarah to act as my secretary. I'm sorry you don't like dealing with me; believe me when I say the feeling is more than mutual. We don't have to have any personal contact, but as far as the house is concerned, I am the conduit for the electric bill as well as this month's rent. Please just accept this, and stop making paying your bills a personal/political statement. It is embarrassing for everyone. jane I can't even imagine what her response will be. An insult, a misdirection, a demand, who knows. But I know it will be something other than a simple, "Here you go," with a rent check handed to me. -------- TITLE: a little late AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/06/2003 08:00:00 AM ----- BODY: Happy birthday to Shannon. -------- TITLE: de-stress #1 AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/05/2003 10:12:00 PM ----- BODY: My landlord wrote me a lease starting August 17th, and subleases for Mat and Sarah. That's one load off my mind. To celebrate finally getting it on paper, I met up with Jeff, Doug and Merlin for dinner at Chow. Now we just have to make sure The Third actually does move out on the 16th. -------- TITLE: how willo and i talk AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/05/2003 10:59:00 AM ----- BODY: One of us: Hey, how's it going? The other of us: Blech, crappy. One of us: Oh no! What's wrong? The other of us: Blah blah litany of horrible and/or annoying things. One of us: Damn, that sucks. The other of us: Yeah. One of us: Well, at least your hair looks good! -------- TITLE: previously AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/05/2003 07:53:00 AM ----- BODY: Last night I had a fun dinner with Lori at Esperpento. We were dismayed to hear they were out of the grilled artichokes. We hadn't even picked them out at first...they were the add-on at the end. But once the server said they were unavailable, damned if they weren't the one thing we wanted more than anything. I've been incredibly distracted over the crazy roommate thing. Each demand met is succeeded by another. Yesterday I finally was able to get to school to do my pre-registration thing..they only have extended hours on certain days, and on the other two days before yesterday, I was at the tenants' union. Guess whose classes all filled up this week? I may just be taking a drawing class this fall if I can't convince the professors to squeeze me in. Also, as I backed out of my garage, my eye was caught by something that raised my ire toward The Third once again. Ire high and foot on the pedal, I took off my driver's side mirror. Jesus. I need a valium. I am glad Sarah is home. -------- TITLE: announcement AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/04/2003 08:58:00 PM ----- BODY: I! Love! My! Landlord! -------- TITLE: rough AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/04/2003 12:20:00 PM ----- BODY: Who do you call in this city if you want someone roughed up? If I were in my hometown, you'd call Tony the limo driver. I am beyond all patience with The Third. Her inconsistency and blatant piss-off-jane motivation should be eligible for world record classification. Where's Tony when you need him? -------- TITLE: weekend AUTHOR: jane DATE: 8/03/2003 11:06:00 PM ----- BODY: Saturday I wound up not going to the tenants' union because The Third had gone so far over the edge I almost feel like it's not worth dealing with her at all. I decided I would wait and see if she would listen to Sarah when she got back from her trip on Sunday. Instead, I hung out with Doug for a chunk of the day, then went to Berkeley for a wax appointment (my normal chick was booked up, so I went to Ashley's, hence the east bay location), then out to dinner with Jee (where we ran into Dude), then out to meet up with Hillary and gang to celebrate her 30th birthday. Sunday I stayed in bed late, went late to my anniversary picnic/urban picnic league picnic (I've been in San Francisco a year, yay!) and had fun once I got there, took a nap, hung out with Molly, and then hung out with Kat. While Kat was over, received another crazy email from The Third about how she won't move out if I don't jump through her hoops. I've decided to just ignore her. Dude is moving in on the 17th. If The Third is still here, well, she won't find it very comfortable with no furniture in her room. I'll be going back to school that week, so I don't have time to deal with her anymore. --------