late of the pier - the bears are coming this band makes me want to move. michael made me listen some months back and i've been sold since. but this lyric, in particular, makes me laugh on behalf of relationships. we get so lost, when we're in the moment, in thinking our experiences are unique when they're not. sometimes its hard for me to remember that i've already lived this stress and drama of budding romances and other romances lost. and it turns out i survived. must just say to my silly brain "shut up and enjoy the ride."
on the list of 17 reasons why diana is more awesome than you: 3) she doesn't believe in trees (that one's for you keegan) & 4) she'd rather shop for new clothes instead of washing the ones she already has (me too sweet dee, meeeee toooooo)
last thursday was carbombs at kilowatts night. jason and i left work early and drank beer at a bus stop whilst waiting for the 14 to carry us to zeitgeist where we were to meet tanya, her friend giancarlo, and zeb for 'happy hour.' jason was concerned that it was going to be an early night and that no one would meet us and we'd be in bed early. turns out he was wrong. over the course of the next several hours shandy, matt, diana, keegan, prachi & friend showed up. we made friends with strangers that called jason and me 'the garm' and bought us tequila shots. i think i was at my absolute best this particular evening. an all time high one might say. i can tell because i just watched a video i don't remember being recorded, and i remember little to nothing about being at puerto alegre. i think i have thoroughly apologized to everyone, but if i missed you, and i was awful to you, i am so so sorry. we never made it to kilowatts for carbombs and we were all in bed by eleven, so i guess maybe jason was a little right.
last night, on our way back up to the city, i was telling matt about the story of my friend joe w.'s visit to san francisco and attendance of ben's housewarming barbeque. my favorite quote of that night was "i've never tried hummus before, it's jew food right?" (or some permutation thereof) i also don't think i'll ever forget the mortified look on jenette's face as he kept going back in to ben, a stranger's, kitchen and making more and more and more plates of food. oi vey was that whole scene drama ^theMax. i only bring this up because some of my friends from that suburb that i have been friends with for literally decades have removed me as a friend residually. because of how "awfully" i treated joe w. jesus. small town bullshit drama. thank god i got out of texas whilst i could (no offense friends that still live there, it just wasn't *my* scene)
i got a pretty amazing haircut last week. i'm really stoked about it. see shannon @ hair of the gods on fell if you're interested in a similar experience. i spelled loose wrong on yelp. dang, i'm an idiot.
*devo*
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
there goes another one of our surefire plans; it backfired again
ain't that the truth? mutemath: backfire. please listen to it, i'm really excited about this show. perhaps its been too long since i've seen a *good* band play...
if you know me, you know i'm a planner and an organizer and i've even been called a controller, but i usually have the people who say such things killed. i'm trying to abandon that notion i think, 'cause when the plans fall through its all angry faces, and i don't want any angry faces any more...
mat's lecturing me about fork. i'm not even arguing with him, but i think he's mad at me. i feel like i'm always getting yelled at by linux/unix/systems guys. wtf.
so this last weekend eric and justin came to visit. it was a friday night call requesting a place to stay so they could go to all the city festivals this last weekend (that i mostly missed, dang) including, but not limited to lovefest, oktoberfest, hardly strictly legal bluegrass, and the sand castle building contest :-) i love it when eric and justin come to town. i can always count on laughing until i almost pee my pants. i bring this up because when eric walked in the door he had a suspicious brown paper bag and shifty eyes. he placed the bag in the freezer. when he left, he didn't take the paper bag with him, and i think i can speak for the entire F.S.D. when i say when i am terrified to look at what's inside of that bag. i texted him and i said "hey, did you leave something in the freezer" he replied "yep." that's it. god i love eric.
i think i might have told this story to a sect of my crew, but matt and i went to place pigalle on friday night. if you've lived with me, you'll know i typically protest going to that bar, sure its a half block away, but for some reason it rubs me the wrong way. i think its because in my brain, bars have vodka. who knows. nonetheless, matt and i are sitting there and this girl pops out of the back little room and says something about needing small bills and being out of a bunch of beer or something and i say "holy shit. i know that girl. her name is lindsay and i knew her when i was in highschool on maui." and so i walk up to the bar and i'm all "is your name lindsey katz?" and she doesn't recognize me at first, probably because i was infinity times more punk rock then, and a bit smaller, but then i'm like "your mom lived a few buildings down from my dad in kihei" and she goes "holy shit! we used to take showers together" and i laughed. and she laughed. and matt laughed. turns out she's worked there four years but i'm such a pooper about going there, i never noticed. san francisco is a fucking rad city to run into someone you used to hang with on maui. yah. anyway, go to place pigalle and spend all your money.
tuesdays are F.S.D I-Know-An-Album-You-Don't-Know night. Diana, Shandy and I take turns making dinner for the group and playing an album that meets a few criteria: 1) album is hopefully never heard by the other two members of the house 2) you like the album 3) you think the other two members of the house would *like* to hear the album that you present. we invented this night whilst in the swimming pool in costa rica, and i might say that the experiment has finished it's first iteration and its going quite well. i apologize to sweet dee for pooping on two of her band choices (actually they're just two bands i already know and love) Prachi and Matt have also joined us on these occasions and yous guys are all welcomed. its good for roommate bonding. dee's final choice, fila brazillia had a lot of beep beep boop boops and we all envisioned the music videos that would accompany the songs. it was rad.
i set the alarm off at work today. i'm not sure why i can't respond well to lights blinking and alarms sounding, but its hard for me to remember my top secret pass code when this happens. does anyone have advice? i'll take it, please & thank you.
*devo*
if you know me, you know i'm a planner and an organizer and i've even been called a controller, but i usually have the people who say such things killed. i'm trying to abandon that notion i think, 'cause when the plans fall through its all angry faces, and i don't want any angry faces any more...
mat's lecturing me about fork. i'm not even arguing with him, but i think he's mad at me. i feel like i'm always getting yelled at by linux/unix/systems guys. wtf.
so this last weekend eric and justin came to visit. it was a friday night call requesting a place to stay so they could go to all the city festivals this last weekend (that i mostly missed, dang) including, but not limited to lovefest, oktoberfest, hardly strictly legal bluegrass, and the sand castle building contest :-) i love it when eric and justin come to town. i can always count on laughing until i almost pee my pants. i bring this up because when eric walked in the door he had a suspicious brown paper bag and shifty eyes. he placed the bag in the freezer. when he left, he didn't take the paper bag with him, and i think i can speak for the entire F.S.D. when i say when i am terrified to look at what's inside of that bag. i texted him and i said "hey, did you leave something in the freezer" he replied "yep." that's it. god i love eric.
i think i might have told this story to a sect of my crew, but matt and i went to place pigalle on friday night. if you've lived with me, you'll know i typically protest going to that bar, sure its a half block away, but for some reason it rubs me the wrong way. i think its because in my brain, bars have vodka. who knows. nonetheless, matt and i are sitting there and this girl pops out of the back little room and says something about needing small bills and being out of a bunch of beer or something and i say "holy shit. i know that girl. her name is lindsay and i knew her when i was in highschool on maui." and so i walk up to the bar and i'm all "is your name lindsey katz?" and she doesn't recognize me at first, probably because i was infinity times more punk rock then, and a bit smaller, but then i'm like "your mom lived a few buildings down from my dad in kihei" and she goes "holy shit! we used to take showers together" and i laughed. and she laughed. and matt laughed. turns out she's worked there four years but i'm such a pooper about going there, i never noticed. san francisco is a fucking rad city to run into someone you used to hang with on maui. yah. anyway, go to place pigalle and spend all your money.
tuesdays are F.S.D I-Know-An-Album-You-Don't-Know night. Diana, Shandy and I take turns making dinner for the group and playing an album that meets a few criteria: 1) album is hopefully never heard by the other two members of the house 2) you like the album 3) you think the other two members of the house would *like* to hear the album that you present. we invented this night whilst in the swimming pool in costa rica, and i might say that the experiment has finished it's first iteration and its going quite well. i apologize to sweet dee for pooping on two of her band choices (actually they're just two bands i already know and love) Prachi and Matt have also joined us on these occasions and yous guys are all welcomed. its good for roommate bonding. dee's final choice, fila brazillia had a lot of beep beep boop boops and we all envisioned the music videos that would accompany the songs. it was rad.
i set the alarm off at work today. i'm not sure why i can't respond well to lights blinking and alarms sounding, but its hard for me to remember my top secret pass code when this happens. does anyone have advice? i'll take it, please & thank you.
*devo*
let's just say that i might be a sucker for progress...
i tried to find a video or mp3 link. i think i'm going to start doing that now. but that's mutemath, armistice. its mutemath week. i'm so into this band right now. i mean, the lyrics leave much to be desired often, but the music rocks my lame ass. would you call mutemath math rock? we're going to see them at the fillmore on friday. buy tickets here and come with us to rock out the day before tb's birthday. because everyone involved kicks ass.
also, i know with the widespread reach of this blog one of you has got to have an industrial design position, or know someone who does. please share.
i am contractually obliged to continue on my 17 part series about diana chow. #2) she drinks whiskey with the bois.
i think i'm supposed to say something about costa rica too. for those that don't know, mat, justine, kk, jason, annie, diana, luke, shandy, tanya, & i went to costa rica for my 28th. the trip was amazing, i was drunk and wet 80% of every day, we called it 'soaking man.' just like burning man, except more bugs and rain & less stinky hippies. i found that the trip was really good for me 'cause i fell in love with my friends again and i think i needed that. i plan on baking them all cookies and sending out loverly thank you notes. the only problem with that is that i love procrastination.
following the trip, san francisco has been kicking my ass. i vowed to play more, Q.O.A. style, remnant late 2007 evenings with dee, michael, and jason, but sometime between point a and point b sf started taking off more of its clothes...
seriously, the weather has been spectacular and the "high class problem" of constantly having too many choices of something to do is putting stress on my nerves i think. folsom street fair this year seemed to be quite a bit raunchier than in years passed. its probably because of the bird's eye view from the porn star party balcony where we had beads to adorn passing exhibitionists. its amazing what people will do for either a cheap plastic string of beads or a view of jason's cock.
BUT! at the same time, i feel like there were far less boobs to be seen at lovefest/loveparade/lovelution (seriously, decide on a fucking name). is this because it was so packed it was hard to see the boobs, or because people are concerned about sun exposure to the boobs? hard to say. shandy and i came up with a good idea next year for those who can't handle shitty house music. we will have synchronized playlists and wear headphones. dance to that. no one will notice. i like being in the sun with the people and dancing, i just don't want to listen to their shitty music is all.
yah. i also think that sf is desensitizing me to sex.
also, keep hanging around my neighborhood, friends, so that when i go out and do things we can run into eachother and chat like sf hipsters. i feel like this most embodies my inner child's idea of being a grown up.
also, i just found out syntithesis isn't a word, but i've been using it for like ten years. how come no one's corrected me? you've probably all just been laughing at me this whole time, huh? i knew i should have gone to college....
*devo*
also, i know with the widespread reach of this blog one of you has got to have an industrial design position, or know someone who does. please share.
i am contractually obliged to continue on my 17 part series about diana chow. #2) she drinks whiskey with the bois.
i think i'm supposed to say something about costa rica too. for those that don't know, mat, justine, kk, jason, annie, diana, luke, shandy, tanya, & i went to costa rica for my 28th. the trip was amazing, i was drunk and wet 80% of every day, we called it 'soaking man.' just like burning man, except more bugs and rain & less stinky hippies. i found that the trip was really good for me 'cause i fell in love with my friends again and i think i needed that. i plan on baking them all cookies and sending out loverly thank you notes. the only problem with that is that i love procrastination.
following the trip, san francisco has been kicking my ass. i vowed to play more, Q.O.A. style, remnant late 2007 evenings with dee, michael, and jason, but sometime between point a and point b sf started taking off more of its clothes...
seriously, the weather has been spectacular and the "high class problem" of constantly having too many choices of something to do is putting stress on my nerves i think. folsom street fair this year seemed to be quite a bit raunchier than in years passed. its probably because of the bird's eye view from the porn star party balcony where we had beads to adorn passing exhibitionists. its amazing what people will do for either a cheap plastic string of beads or a view of jason's cock.
BUT! at the same time, i feel like there were far less boobs to be seen at lovefest/loveparade/lovelution (seriously, decide on a fucking name). is this because it was so packed it was hard to see the boobs, or because people are concerned about sun exposure to the boobs? hard to say. shandy and i came up with a good idea next year for those who can't handle shitty house music. we will have synchronized playlists and wear headphones. dance to that. no one will notice. i like being in the sun with the people and dancing, i just don't want to listen to their shitty music is all.
yah. i also think that sf is desensitizing me to sex.
also, keep hanging around my neighborhood, friends, so that when i go out and do things we can run into eachother and chat like sf hipsters. i feel like this most embodies my inner child's idea of being a grown up.
also, i just found out syntithesis isn't a word, but i've been using it for like ten years. how come no one's corrected me? you've probably all just been laughing at me this whole time, huh? i knew i should have gone to college....
*devo*
Monday, May 18, 2009
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
mgmt is like one of my top five fav bands right now. that song is about how living for the moment is better than following the typical paths, called "time to pretend." its fun.
its hard to decide on the correct temperature for a bath when you're sunburned but it's cold outside. i decided on hot until it turned cold. fuck you sunburn. i keep saying i'm immune, but my skin always has to make a liar/fool out of me. whatev.
so our house is now called "the fell street Dancery -- no dancing allowed." please refer to it by its proper christian name from now on, thank you. if you would like to know why its called that, then you have to come to our house and see.
overall, i'd say its been a fabulous weekend. saturday, shandy and i, committed to the taffy puller cause, went to fantastico to find supplies. fantastico is one of the seven best things on earth. probably one bazillion square feet of anything you can imagine. i swear to you, there was a fifty foot isle, fifteen feet high, dedicated to miniature hats and ribbon. i dare you to question me. we found supplies for costumes and for what later turned out to be roommate bonding time. three engineers built something that reposefully circumvolves so well, only three engineers could have built it. you don't get that joke 'cause you don't live with me. but if you come to my house i'll tells ya' all about it...
yesterday was bay to breakers! thats the reason why you live in san francisco, suckers. if you can't drag yourself out of bed for ten minutes to see a parade of fun times that will walk no more than three point five miles by your house ( yeah i did that math. thats the radius of sf) than you are a lazy sucker who deserves to live in san jose. so move out and lower my rent. andrea & brad and their crew, and larry & grant, plus diana, shandy, and i had some early beverages then embarked on our journey. jesus, yesterday was so hot. i sweated off my face sunscreen. i broke my costume literally thirty feet outside of my house. tug-o-war was a bust. BUT rope was excellent at keeping us together + limbo time + JUMP ROPE! ^ max. jump rope is the best way to pick up cute chicks at b2b. people love jump rope, and i had no idea about this. please see photos for more infos.
but this brings me to a new segment of this blog that i'd like to call "17 reasons that diana chow is better than you". number one, you might have guessed, is she can spin the rope for you to jump, and jump in it at the same time. i had no idea about this girl's jump ropin skills. in a skirt, wig, crocks, and holding a purse, no less. skills. put it on your resume chicka!
i got pretty wasted. i also refused to drink water on account of needing the room in my bladder for booze. what i remembered was it that when i started drinking water last year i had to pee, and that sucked. so this year, i didn't want to pee so i didn't drink water. bad choice, devo. whilst waiting for the n i had a run in with tunnel vision and some dragons spitting fire. thank goodness for my shandy. he's like the best baby sitter ever. from now on you have brother status. please expect me in your wedding photos.
when i got home the shampoo in my shampoo bottle was hot, like slightly scalding to the touch, and i'm pretty sure it should be illegal for the world to be that hot. so i'm working on some legislation. hoping those years of student congress pay off (that's for you fellwock)
time to be restin my sore jump rope swingin arms.
*devo*
its hard to decide on the correct temperature for a bath when you're sunburned but it's cold outside. i decided on hot until it turned cold. fuck you sunburn. i keep saying i'm immune, but my skin always has to make a liar/fool out of me. whatev.
so our house is now called "the fell street Dancery -- no dancing allowed." please refer to it by its proper christian name from now on, thank you. if you would like to know why its called that, then you have to come to our house and see.
overall, i'd say its been a fabulous weekend. saturday, shandy and i, committed to the taffy puller cause, went to fantastico to find supplies. fantastico is one of the seven best things on earth. probably one bazillion square feet of anything you can imagine. i swear to you, there was a fifty foot isle, fifteen feet high, dedicated to miniature hats and ribbon. i dare you to question me. we found supplies for costumes and for what later turned out to be roommate bonding time. three engineers built something that reposefully circumvolves so well, only three engineers could have built it. you don't get that joke 'cause you don't live with me. but if you come to my house i'll tells ya' all about it...
yesterday was bay to breakers! thats the reason why you live in san francisco, suckers. if you can't drag yourself out of bed for ten minutes to see a parade of fun times that will walk no more than three point five miles by your house ( yeah i did that math. thats the radius of sf) than you are a lazy sucker who deserves to live in san jose. so move out and lower my rent. andrea & brad and their crew, and larry & grant, plus diana, shandy, and i had some early beverages then embarked on our journey. jesus, yesterday was so hot. i sweated off my face sunscreen. i broke my costume literally thirty feet outside of my house. tug-o-war was a bust. BUT rope was excellent at keeping us together + limbo time + JUMP ROPE! ^ max. jump rope is the best way to pick up cute chicks at b2b. people love jump rope, and i had no idea about this. please see photos for more infos.
but this brings me to a new segment of this blog that i'd like to call "17 reasons that diana chow is better than you". number one, you might have guessed, is she can spin the rope for you to jump, and jump in it at the same time. i had no idea about this girl's jump ropin skills. in a skirt, wig, crocks, and holding a purse, no less. skills. put it on your resume chicka!
i got pretty wasted. i also refused to drink water on account of needing the room in my bladder for booze. what i remembered was it that when i started drinking water last year i had to pee, and that sucked. so this year, i didn't want to pee so i didn't drink water. bad choice, devo. whilst waiting for the n i had a run in with tunnel vision and some dragons spitting fire. thank goodness for my shandy. he's like the best baby sitter ever. from now on you have brother status. please expect me in your wedding photos.
when i got home the shampoo in my shampoo bottle was hot, like slightly scalding to the touch, and i'm pretty sure it should be illegal for the world to be that hot. so i'm working on some legislation. hoping those years of student congress pay off (that's for you fellwock)
time to be restin my sore jump rope swingin arms.
*devo*
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I can't come around down here, not with you, and i won't be coming here again
...(i can't stand the pain) frank black has got to be one of the greatest song writers of all time. i know a lot of people think the pixies are all cheese, but his solo stuff, and the stuff with the catholics, is reeeeeal good. that song is called "out of state" and i beg of you to look it up and listen to it. maybe then you'll understand...
so i woke up in better spirits this morning that in many many mornings past. there are possibly many things that led to these good spirits. for one, i went to bed at like 9:30 on a friday night. i'm sorry, michael, that i didn't come to candy committee, but sometimes, a girl just wants to be depressed in her room. and when i woke up this morning i said to myself "yeah i went to bed at 9:30 on a friday, what of it?" and that was kinda' refreshing, not to be held accountable to someone cause i was sad and i didn't want to go out. its hard to explain, but its refreshing. its also nice to wake up in the most awesome city on earth in a badass apartment and knowing that i created this reality my own self.
so i dance.
tanya left. i'm sad 'cause she's rad.
don't you find it weird that you can listen to a band or an album that you discovered when you were in a certain period of your life, and it puts you right back in that place? the french kicks always remind me of those few months i lived in san jose. san jose sucks. people that wish they could live in san francisco but can't so they brag about how they're one of the 10 largest cities in the us. san jose sucks. yucky. worse than oakland. :-)
today is last minute prep for bay to breakers day. i am going to by the thickist piece of 20 foot rope i can find in this great city. i also plan on aquiring a whistle and chalk. join our fun if you want to find out why. (its for tug of war!) b2b passes by in front of diana, shandy and my house, so we're hosting the six thirty am pre party tomorrow morning if you want a mimosa. my treat. i don't imagine that the rope aquisition should take long so please call me if you wanna play. i'm already bored and i don't want to sink low today.
*devo*
so i woke up in better spirits this morning that in many many mornings past. there are possibly many things that led to these good spirits. for one, i went to bed at like 9:30 on a friday night. i'm sorry, michael, that i didn't come to candy committee, but sometimes, a girl just wants to be depressed in her room. and when i woke up this morning i said to myself "yeah i went to bed at 9:30 on a friday, what of it?" and that was kinda' refreshing, not to be held accountable to someone cause i was sad and i didn't want to go out. its hard to explain, but its refreshing. its also nice to wake up in the most awesome city on earth in a badass apartment and knowing that i created this reality my own self.
so i dance.
tanya left. i'm sad 'cause she's rad.
don't you find it weird that you can listen to a band or an album that you discovered when you were in a certain period of your life, and it puts you right back in that place? the french kicks always remind me of those few months i lived in san jose. san jose sucks. people that wish they could live in san francisco but can't so they brag about how they're one of the 10 largest cities in the us. san jose sucks. yucky. worse than oakland. :-)
today is last minute prep for bay to breakers day. i am going to by the thickist piece of 20 foot rope i can find in this great city. i also plan on aquiring a whistle and chalk. join our fun if you want to find out why. (its for tug of war!) b2b passes by in front of diana, shandy and my house, so we're hosting the six thirty am pre party tomorrow morning if you want a mimosa. my treat. i don't imagine that the rope aquisition should take long so please call me if you wanna play. i'm already bored and i don't want to sink low today.
*devo*
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
they fall in love with the girl they perceive (not you)
if you know me, you know i've been pretty miserable. i'm sure i've been pretty miserable to be around too. turns out, i don't care that much though. maybe i will next week. i'm sorry until then.
so i was on approximately my 45th minute in the cold bathtub just now, singing that song, "sunshine" by samiam on the top of my lungs, and it occurred to me i should blog again. maybe its passe, i dunno. if you can't say everything about your life in one sentence or less no one wants to know whats happening anymore. i wonder if anyone even still subscribes to this guy? whatev. this blog started off as my attempt to get over the gut wrenching bullshit a break up causes, and i know it ended up being the funny tales of dates gone bad, but for now, i wallow. laughs to come later. i also listen to pussy music. i thank you in advance for your guitar-soloist-singer-song-writer-emo recomendations.
i wonder if diana can hear me singing at the top of my lungs in the tub.
duuud. there are ants everywhere. whats going on.
so here are the two most exciting things that have happened to me in order of excitement
1) joe announced there was one ip address in the office eating up all the bandwidth and we all ran around trying to figure out which one ended in 23. it was more climactic than we that when it turned out to michael's old mac. a bit torrenting parting gift?
2) i cleaned my room
some other high lights include, but are not limited to finding a parking spot immediatly like right in front of my house, setting off the alarm in the office (but i knew the secret password), and gaining the knowledge of how to detect just ie7 via javascript.
i think work is pretty much the only thing that's kept me from the ledge lately. i love work. but i hate programming at home lately. so i don't know if im actually that interested in our product, or if its the puppy thats in the office every day of the week. <3>
so i was on approximately my 45th minute in the cold bathtub just now, singing that song, "sunshine" by samiam on the top of my lungs, and it occurred to me i should blog again. maybe its passe, i dunno. if you can't say everything about your life in one sentence or less no one wants to know whats happening anymore. i wonder if anyone even still subscribes to this guy? whatev. this blog started off as my attempt to get over the gut wrenching bullshit a break up causes, and i know it ended up being the funny tales of dates gone bad, but for now, i wallow. laughs to come later. i also listen to pussy music. i thank you in advance for your guitar-soloist-singer-song-writer-emo recomendations.
i wonder if diana can hear me singing at the top of my lungs in the tub.
duuud. there are ants everywhere. whats going on.
so here are the two most exciting things that have happened to me in order of excitement
1) joe announced there was one ip address in the office eating up all the bandwidth and we all ran around trying to figure out which one ended in 23. it was more climactic than we that when it turned out to michael's old mac. a bit torrenting parting gift?
2) i cleaned my room
some other high lights include, but are not limited to finding a parking spot immediatly like right in front of my house, setting off the alarm in the office (but i knew the secret password), and gaining the knowledge of how to detect just ie7 via javascript.
i think work is pretty much the only thing that's kept me from the ledge lately. i love work. but i hate programming at home lately. so i don't know if im actually that interested in our product, or if its the puppy thats in the office every day of the week. <3>
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Hey world I'm ready to listen And learn something new. I'm here and I'm willing To get myself through
i know i know...its been a really long time since the last time i vested effort into this blog. it goes the way all blogs go, the way of the forgotten. really though, its not forgotten, its just that my dang life is such a total bore. i mean its not boring, its just not funny. i don't have bad dates any more. i do see crazy people on the muni all the time, in fact a guy was talking to me today about software at the bus stop and then he offered to pay my way onto the f. i declined. it was awesome
those lyrics above are hot water music. they're awesome. song=rooftops
today i drove around for like thirty minutes looking for a dang parking spot after i left school. i finally found one, and in the walk between that space and my house three new spots opened up. bs. why is that what always happens?
i'm practically done with photo connect. man. that junk is killin' me. i'm pretty sure i'm nuts about stressing my self out about nothing. i like over obsess about junk until i want to kill myself, and then i procrastinate it away until i think about it no longer. retarded!
marvin and i coupled. but you know that.
i heard from a fairly reliable source (doug) that my old apartment building, the one with the assholes that evicted me, had a fire last week. i say bad kharma does bad things to decent people.
i've fallen in love with larry. can i please get a hell yeah for larry?
katya and ben have joined our crew. katya is pretty much uber awesome. i quite like her. i wish we could all go on a badass trip somewhere together.
eh. this blog is boring. where are my interesting facts?
oh! chinese acrobats. I went to go see them with michael, diana, kelly, jenn, marvo, and big friend pat. uh. chinese acrobats fucking rule. there was this girl and she had all these cups and she could bend in like a hundred ways all wacky style. if you don't know what i'm talking about, contact me and i'll draw you a picture. there was also a girl who could spin and throw a table in the air with her feet. but the best part were the sub par male acrobats that just dry humped eachother over and over and over again. this made michael and marvo cry. it made the rest of us laugh like normal humans.
marvin and pat swam in the bay. they are crazy. but i respect that about them
then then then we had bay to breakers. bay to breakers is like drunken exercise meets wrinkly penis. yes. cheers to green man though. i'm pretty sure he was the most amazing person there.
*devon*
those lyrics above are hot water music. they're awesome. song=rooftops
today i drove around for like thirty minutes looking for a dang parking spot after i left school. i finally found one, and in the walk between that space and my house three new spots opened up. bs. why is that what always happens?
i'm practically done with photo connect. man. that junk is killin' me. i'm pretty sure i'm nuts about stressing my self out about nothing. i like over obsess about junk until i want to kill myself, and then i procrastinate it away until i think about it no longer. retarded!
marvin and i coupled. but you know that.
i heard from a fairly reliable source (doug) that my old apartment building, the one with the assholes that evicted me, had a fire last week. i say bad kharma does bad things to decent people.
i've fallen in love with larry. can i please get a hell yeah for larry?
katya and ben have joined our crew. katya is pretty much uber awesome. i quite like her. i wish we could all go on a badass trip somewhere together.
eh. this blog is boring. where are my interesting facts?
oh! chinese acrobats. I went to go see them with michael, diana, kelly, jenn, marvo, and big friend pat. uh. chinese acrobats fucking rule. there was this girl and she had all these cups and she could bend in like a hundred ways all wacky style. if you don't know what i'm talking about, contact me and i'll draw you a picture. there was also a girl who could spin and throw a table in the air with her feet. but the best part were the sub par male acrobats that just dry humped eachother over and over and over again. this made michael and marvo cry. it made the rest of us laugh like normal humans.
marvin and pat swam in the bay. they are crazy. but i respect that about them
then then then we had bay to breakers. bay to breakers is like drunken exercise meets wrinkly penis. yes. cheers to green man though. i'm pretty sure he was the most amazing person there.
*devon*
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me
that's dcfc, soul meets body, obviously. marv really likes it so i've listened to the album several times in the last couple weeks and i can't seem to get it out of my head this fine morn. so there you have it.
pavel has impressed me as of recent with his super duper man skills. i got a flat tire yesterday, my first ever, so i wikipediaed how to fix a flat tire. its not that hard. pasha seemed to have advice and so i recruited his assistance when the time came to get the action done. as we were walking to my car he alerted me, though, "i'm only going on theory here." silly pasha. we did do a fabulous job of changing my flat in like less than twenty minutes. bois just have intuition about such things though. i think. this last week there have been a couple of other funny pashaisms that made me chuckle.
as he's walking back to our pod in the corner, he stopped and stared at our board for a moment then said "i want to write something interesting on our board but i have writer's block"
then when i was talking to him about something pointless and unrelated to work, he stared at me blankly for a moment or two then said, "to be honest with you devon, i'm not really into team environments."
he also mewed yesterday at his computer when he thought i was listening to music.
speaking of music, i feel really passive aggressive when i stare at my computer with head phones on so that i can't hear what's going on around me instead of staying alert and ready for the next funny thing pasha has to tell me. is anyone with me?
thanks to kelly, josh, marvo, luke, and pat for coming to our dope office party where we danced under cherry blossoms. no thanks to shuvo, andrea, and doug for being lame suckers.
i guess my biggest news this week is something you probably know if you read this, but marv and i are bf and gf now. its pretty special, and all know we've had quite the journey to get to this place. yay face. i made him banana pancakes to celebrate the occasion, and we pretended it was the weekend now.
now early to work....
*devon*
pavel has impressed me as of recent with his super duper man skills. i got a flat tire yesterday, my first ever, so i wikipediaed how to fix a flat tire. its not that hard. pasha seemed to have advice and so i recruited his assistance when the time came to get the action done. as we were walking to my car he alerted me, though, "i'm only going on theory here." silly pasha. we did do a fabulous job of changing my flat in like less than twenty minutes. bois just have intuition about such things though. i think. this last week there have been a couple of other funny pashaisms that made me chuckle.
as he's walking back to our pod in the corner, he stopped and stared at our board for a moment then said "i want to write something interesting on our board but i have writer's block"
then when i was talking to him about something pointless and unrelated to work, he stared at me blankly for a moment or two then said, "to be honest with you devon, i'm not really into team environments."
he also mewed yesterday at his computer when he thought i was listening to music.
speaking of music, i feel really passive aggressive when i stare at my computer with head phones on so that i can't hear what's going on around me instead of staying alert and ready for the next funny thing pasha has to tell me. is anyone with me?
thanks to kelly, josh, marvo, luke, and pat for coming to our dope office party where we danced under cherry blossoms. no thanks to shuvo, andrea, and doug for being lame suckers.
i guess my biggest news this week is something you probably know if you read this, but marv and i are bf and gf now. its pretty special, and all know we've had quite the journey to get to this place. yay face. i made him banana pancakes to celebrate the occasion, and we pretended it was the weekend now.
now early to work....
*devon*
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
And I could not stay for I believed them, left for the lights always in season
so i'm going through this super intense beirut stage. it pleasantly seems to satiate all my emotions at once. so yay beirut. i bought tickets for the tuesday night show for me and marv, did you?
we moved into our new office! yay face! a hardy welcome to tony, whom i don't think is my facebook friend, so friends, please tag tony.
new space is fab to the max. i heart it totes, with the exception that it feels sorta' stale compared to the comfy homeyness of the old joint. i understand the lived in feel will come as the space becomes more lived in. we should all buy posters and hang them. and spill things on the carpet. but no more farting bobby, that shit lingers.
whilst packing for the new place aarthi, zeb, and i were engaged in some conversation about zeb's plethora of stuffs and aarthi's bad ass lunch she made of curry and radishes. we all know zeb is sorta' a packrat of things related to 3.5 inch diskettes, but what we didn't know is that he keeps vitamins long after their expiration date in the tote under his desk. we also know that zeb is not a fella that often refuses food from his fellow man, so imagine my amusement resulting from the following exchange:
aarthi: have some of this yummy curry zeb.
zeb: no thanks, i'm still chewing on some vitamin c from 2006.
sweet d sorta' held my hand in getting into the new office yesterday. first she made me get off the train two stops early, because she said she could see the building. then she led me into a building with the giant numbers 1700 on the front. i said "sweet d, are you sure this is the right building" and she said "yeah" then we walked back and forth down the hallways and up the elevators whilst she looked for the garmin sign. long story short, it was not our building and our building, for future reference has a big 50 in front, hence the address, 50 francisco. i laughed my booty off. sweet d, you're like, super awesome to the maximum.
i spent another fabulous weekend in santa cruz with marvo kazi, though we didn't spend as much time adventuring as usual. we did see a magical little waterfall where we tied knots in long grass and made wishes. michael, marvin, can you please tell the group the name of this persian holiday or explain its traditions? thanks. mostly, marv and i didn't do anything this weekend because i was a total party pooper resulting from continuing sickness. i thought the low energy weekend would make me a fabulous worker bee, but it turns out, as most of you can attest, my cough is like, worse than ever. i feel super duper shitty.
in the midst of my party pooping action, marvin and i were going to go see a midnight showing of this older type flick at some movie theater in santa cruz. this was the whole reason i came down to santa cruz to begin with. marv and i decided to take a little nap though, of which we woke up around 10:30 discussing our options for the movie.
marv: when's the last time you saw harold and maude?
me: years. i've only seen it the once. when did you last see it.
marv: i don't know. i thought that you loved this movie, like it was one of your favorites.
me: nope. i thought that you were really stoked about it. i think its kinda boring.
the morale of the story is that we were both feeling obliged to eachother to show face at this movie for the other's benefit and we both didn't discover the other's apathy until the absolute eleventh hour. even as i type this, it doesn't seem very funny to me. it was funny when it happened. and i think it has something to say about communication and the webs we weave when said communication is lacking. ah marv. you're uber awesome.
i miss michael from my corner. pasha is super nice and i pretty much love him, but i feel like i'm annoying him when i talk to him in the middle of his code sessions. sorry if i'm annoying, pasha, i just need to know that someone else is alive here and there.
anyway. yeah. i miss michael.
we moved into our new office! yay face! a hardy welcome to tony, whom i don't think is my facebook friend, so friends, please tag tony.
new space is fab to the max. i heart it totes, with the exception that it feels sorta' stale compared to the comfy homeyness of the old joint. i understand the lived in feel will come as the space becomes more lived in. we should all buy posters and hang them. and spill things on the carpet. but no more farting bobby, that shit lingers.
whilst packing for the new place aarthi, zeb, and i were engaged in some conversation about zeb's plethora of stuffs and aarthi's bad ass lunch she made of curry and radishes. we all know zeb is sorta' a packrat of things related to 3.5 inch diskettes, but what we didn't know is that he keeps vitamins long after their expiration date in the tote under his desk. we also know that zeb is not a fella that often refuses food from his fellow man, so imagine my amusement resulting from the following exchange:
aarthi: have some of this yummy curry zeb.
zeb: no thanks, i'm still chewing on some vitamin c from 2006.
sweet d sorta' held my hand in getting into the new office yesterday. first she made me get off the train two stops early, because she said she could see the building. then she led me into a building with the giant numbers 1700 on the front. i said "sweet d, are you sure this is the right building" and she said "yeah" then we walked back and forth down the hallways and up the elevators whilst she looked for the garmin sign. long story short, it was not our building and our building, for future reference has a big 50 in front, hence the address, 50 francisco. i laughed my booty off. sweet d, you're like, super awesome to the maximum.
i spent another fabulous weekend in santa cruz with marvo kazi, though we didn't spend as much time adventuring as usual. we did see a magical little waterfall where we tied knots in long grass and made wishes. michael, marvin, can you please tell the group the name of this persian holiday or explain its traditions? thanks. mostly, marv and i didn't do anything this weekend because i was a total party pooper resulting from continuing sickness. i thought the low energy weekend would make me a fabulous worker bee, but it turns out, as most of you can attest, my cough is like, worse than ever. i feel super duper shitty.
in the midst of my party pooping action, marvin and i were going to go see a midnight showing of this older type flick at some movie theater in santa cruz. this was the whole reason i came down to santa cruz to begin with. marv and i decided to take a little nap though, of which we woke up around 10:30 discussing our options for the movie.
marv: when's the last time you saw harold and maude?
me: years. i've only seen it the once. when did you last see it.
marv: i don't know. i thought that you loved this movie, like it was one of your favorites.
me: nope. i thought that you were really stoked about it. i think its kinda boring.
the morale of the story is that we were both feeling obliged to eachother to show face at this movie for the other's benefit and we both didn't discover the other's apathy until the absolute eleventh hour. even as i type this, it doesn't seem very funny to me. it was funny when it happened. and i think it has something to say about communication and the webs we weave when said communication is lacking. ah marv. you're uber awesome.
i miss michael from my corner. pasha is super nice and i pretty much love him, but i feel like i'm annoying him when i talk to him in the middle of his code sessions. sorry if i'm annoying, pasha, i just need to know that someone else is alive here and there.
anyway. yeah. i miss michael.
Monday, March 24, 2008
we've got to keep our little clique clicking at 130 bpm
oh of montreal! when will you get too old for me? because you're all i've been listening to for the last couple of weeks. *sigh*
so i had a magical marvin weekend reminiscent of blogs passed. i hear i missed a pretty entertaining michael weekend, and for that i am sad. but, the sun kissed my skin and i took a well needed mini spring break for zombie jesus. i think even zeb got out of dodge with barb, and fed some giant mammals or something.
so friday marv took me rowing, like in a boat. it was pretty sweet. i tracked it here if you want to see. it was pretty amazing AND i got a sunburn. AND i'm pretty sure we were asleep by ten o clock. it was like the hippest most relaxing day ever. we also took some pretty scenic hikes and drives as the weekend progressed, including racing waves entering a cave so that we could bask on a beach on the cave's other side. the best part, though, of this entire weekend, was a tribute show that marvin took me to, along with his friend matt and their friend emily. perhaps the best led zeppelin tribute band ever performed to a crowd i was quickly confirmed to not be cool enough to be part of. i'm at an age, friends, where i go to punk shows and i'm considered an old lady, and i go to tribute shows at taquerias and i'm considered too young. that's alright though. marvin didn't approve of my dancing techniques. i was pretty drunk so i don't remember much, but i remember a few of the night's gems.
a) the hair pieces of the band were pretty much awesome. wigs with bangs and fake roots. pretty fucking sick.
b) the lead singer's costume change mid show. i was tickled when we showed up and he was wearing the purple flowered blouse i'm sure i saw in the target circular last month. i was less enthused when he changed into the chartreuse paisley blouse of the same design. imagine this, but three sizes smaller and warn by a sixty year old guy with nothing underneath. this attire did pave the way for gem number
c) what looked to be a c-section scar across the all of the singer's stomach as well as the hugest pecs i've ever seen (as in, they might qualify as b-sized breasts) i was later informed by emily that they were surgically enhanced and the scar i insisted was from birthin' was in fact from a tummy tuck. bravo lead singer of led zeppelin tribute band, bravo. and i'm sorry for our awkward encounter backstage. i was there to pee, not to give you roadie type blow jobs, and i'm sorry for that. they did rock to boot though. yay!
ah. mini breaks = love.
i did miss sweet d and pat though. i love you pseudo family. and i heart you bunches.
i'm sure there's more. i'll share when it comes to me
*devon*
so i had a magical marvin weekend reminiscent of blogs passed. i hear i missed a pretty entertaining michael weekend, and for that i am sad. but, the sun kissed my skin and i took a well needed mini spring break for zombie jesus. i think even zeb got out of dodge with barb, and fed some giant mammals or something.
so friday marv took me rowing, like in a boat. it was pretty sweet. i tracked it here if you want to see. it was pretty amazing AND i got a sunburn. AND i'm pretty sure we were asleep by ten o clock. it was like the hippest most relaxing day ever. we also took some pretty scenic hikes and drives as the weekend progressed, including racing waves entering a cave so that we could bask on a beach on the cave's other side. the best part, though, of this entire weekend, was a tribute show that marvin took me to, along with his friend matt and their friend emily. perhaps the best led zeppelin tribute band ever performed to a crowd i was quickly confirmed to not be cool enough to be part of. i'm at an age, friends, where i go to punk shows and i'm considered an old lady, and i go to tribute shows at taquerias and i'm considered too young. that's alright though. marvin didn't approve of my dancing techniques. i was pretty drunk so i don't remember much, but i remember a few of the night's gems.
a) the hair pieces of the band were pretty much awesome. wigs with bangs and fake roots. pretty fucking sick.
b) the lead singer's costume change mid show. i was tickled when we showed up and he was wearing the purple flowered blouse i'm sure i saw in the target circular last month. i was less enthused when he changed into the chartreuse paisley blouse of the same design. imagine this, but three sizes smaller and warn by a sixty year old guy with nothing underneath. this attire did pave the way for gem number
c) what looked to be a c-section scar across the all of the singer's stomach as well as the hugest pecs i've ever seen (as in, they might qualify as b-sized breasts) i was later informed by emily that they were surgically enhanced and the scar i insisted was from birthin' was in fact from a tummy tuck. bravo lead singer of led zeppelin tribute band, bravo. and i'm sorry for our awkward encounter backstage. i was there to pee, not to give you roadie type blow jobs, and i'm sorry for that. they did rock to boot though. yay!
ah. mini breaks = love.
i did miss sweet d and pat though. i love you pseudo family. and i heart you bunches.
i'm sure there's more. i'll share when it comes to me
*devon*
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I've got a number of irrational fears that I'd like to share with you
weezer! yeah that's falling for you off one of the top five best albums ever. i dig weezer. so do you. anyone who doesn't at least sort of like weezer is crazy in my book.
sweet d and pat and i hosted our first gathering of sorts, and if you love us you were there. in fact, people were here, i think, that don't love us at all, but instead love pie and Pi and beer.
aaron, thanks for the tequila. it's gone im pretty sure, and sweet d nor i drank a lick. rest of the team surely enjoyed. thanks for the pizza too.
the best pie of the night award goes to larry, for the amazing french toast crunch pie. i wish i could link to a wikipedia article or something right now. but i can't. we should write one, larry.
i've never had a party that was such a juxtapose of pregnant ladies/ hanging my guests' coats and beer pong/complaints from the landlord. i was pulled, you know? sweet d, pat, and i finished the night with some champagne on the roof. i love our house and i love hanging out drunk on the roof when its raining. please be happy the three of us are still alive.
also! please be happy that michael is alive. he scared the dickens out of me with his stupid car accident. i love you michael. drive safe please.
we had fabulous sexual harassment training at g@rm!n yesterday. overall, it was informative. michael cracked us all up with this entertaining exchange:
lawyer: well, michael. say someone started here six months ago and they're offended by you...
michael: (interrupting lawyer) they are.
i finished up the fabulous day with a life lesson on using a drill from sweet d:
sweet d: the trick is steady constant pressure plus confidence.
yeah. i dig my new digs. life is grand.
*devon*
sweet d and pat and i hosted our first gathering of sorts, and if you love us you were there. in fact, people were here, i think, that don't love us at all, but instead love pie and Pi and beer.
aaron, thanks for the tequila. it's gone im pretty sure, and sweet d nor i drank a lick. rest of the team surely enjoyed. thanks for the pizza too.
the best pie of the night award goes to larry, for the amazing french toast crunch pie. i wish i could link to a wikipedia article or something right now. but i can't. we should write one, larry.
i've never had a party that was such a juxtapose of pregnant ladies/ hanging my guests' coats and beer pong/complaints from the landlord. i was pulled, you know? sweet d, pat, and i finished the night with some champagne on the roof. i love our house and i love hanging out drunk on the roof when its raining. please be happy the three of us are still alive.
also! please be happy that michael is alive. he scared the dickens out of me with his stupid car accident. i love you michael. drive safe please.
we had fabulous sexual harassment training at g@rm!n yesterday. overall, it was informative. michael cracked us all up with this entertaining exchange:
lawyer: well, michael. say someone started here six months ago and they're offended by you...
michael: (interrupting lawyer) they are.
i finished up the fabulous day with a life lesson on using a drill from sweet d:
sweet d: the trick is steady constant pressure plus confidence.
yeah. i dig my new digs. life is grand.
*devon*
Friday, March 14, 2008
It's just not the same when you wake up in the morning with a smile on your face When you know you lied yourself to sleep to make it better
mineral. slower. better known as the song right after gloria. this song has things to say that i am feeling.
dear friends,
i am sorry if i have been sad faced at you as of recent. i'm trying to improve. i soon will. thank you for your patience.
sweet d just showed us a good time with some cookies and cream iced cream from the freezer. pat and i thank you kindly. the whole time, though, whilst we were indulging in iced cream, pasha was sitting at the table (after midnight) and programming. either aaron is giving him super duper pressure, or he's a bigger nerd than i thought.
pat was also better introduced into our fab social circle when he participated in lost night at michael's and josh's. it was a terrible episode. super boring. i'm blogging about tv. i'm so fucking lame. i love michael. he's like the most emotionally supportive friend i've had. and he's a cuddler. yeah. i dig that in humans. michael's the greatest, even when he gets mad at me when we're programming together.
also, my pie is bad ass. i hope that yous guys' pies are fab too. please do not let me down. i spent way too much money on booze.
oh!
today sweet d, michael, and this guy called jeremy who was interviewing had lunch in sausalito at this super awesome indian/mexican fusion restaurant. there was this baby human who was just learning how to walk. the baby human was cute. there was also a baby puppy who was just learning his ropes too, and the baby human and baby puppy were so stoked to see eachother, both squealing with joy. it was quite possibly one of the cutest things i have ever seen in my life. puppies and babies. seriously. they make greeting cards about that shit.
please call me savory d from now on. thanks
*devon*
dear friends,
i am sorry if i have been sad faced at you as of recent. i'm trying to improve. i soon will. thank you for your patience.
sweet d just showed us a good time with some cookies and cream iced cream from the freezer. pat and i thank you kindly. the whole time, though, whilst we were indulging in iced cream, pasha was sitting at the table (after midnight) and programming. either aaron is giving him super duper pressure, or he's a bigger nerd than i thought.
pat was also better introduced into our fab social circle when he participated in lost night at michael's and josh's. it was a terrible episode. super boring. i'm blogging about tv. i'm so fucking lame. i love michael. he's like the most emotionally supportive friend i've had. and he's a cuddler. yeah. i dig that in humans. michael's the greatest, even when he gets mad at me when we're programming together.
also, my pie is bad ass. i hope that yous guys' pies are fab too. please do not let me down. i spent way too much money on booze.
oh!
today sweet d, michael, and this guy called jeremy who was interviewing had lunch in sausalito at this super awesome indian/mexican fusion restaurant. there was this baby human who was just learning how to walk. the baby human was cute. there was also a baby puppy who was just learning his ropes too, and the baby human and baby puppy were so stoked to see eachother, both squealing with joy. it was quite possibly one of the cutest things i have ever seen in my life. puppies and babies. seriously. they make greeting cards about that shit.
please call me savory d from now on. thanks
*devon*
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I only feel alive when the vu’s flashing alarms going off in my head
so thats this of montreal song that i haven't been able to stop singing for a couple days now (thank you very much sweet d) I'm quite fond of this album. it shall get several good listens out of me.
it has been an exhaustive journey to get to this here and now of a blog. where the hell have i been and what have i been doing. not much. stress, work, study, move.... that pretty much encompasses the last few weeks. i have toooons more studying to do, but i think its necessary for you all to give a big welcome to pat, though anyone who reads this probably already met him last weekend. isn't he a badass? sweet d and i are totally stoked to have stumbled upon such a gem. thank god we didn't give up our search && put up a final ad. yeah. totally stoked.
we also have pasha and larry added into our crew. pasha's actually playing some sick guitar in my kitchen whilst sweet d sips tea and pat does dishes. this is what it means to have roommates i think? it means there's always a dang party. i have to say that i'm pretty much in love with the spirit of larry. he's like the cheeriest guy i have ever met in my life. i am fond of his spunk and how fast he works. i love g@rm!n.
i did not do very well on my calc midterm. please do not ask me about it.
i discovered that the light blue cups in the back of the cabinet are hypercolor. as in they change colors with cold liquids. i made quite a stink over these dang cups and zeb stole me a big stack of them. please expect a rad flip cup game during the raddest 3.14 that ever existed. Pi party, as in, only things requiring Pi to calculate allowed, as in, if you bring a square beverage or a square, sweet d and i will defenestrate you.
shuvo's not coming. i am sad @ this. but barb and zeb are. and they're making quiche.
please send your condolences to marvin for his loss on his magical car.
its hard for me to keep my eyes open right now....sleepy time
it has been an exhaustive journey to get to this here and now of a blog. where the hell have i been and what have i been doing. not much. stress, work, study, move.... that pretty much encompasses the last few weeks. i have toooons more studying to do, but i think its necessary for you all to give a big welcome to pat, though anyone who reads this probably already met him last weekend. isn't he a badass? sweet d and i are totally stoked to have stumbled upon such a gem. thank god we didn't give up our search && put up a final ad. yeah. totally stoked.
we also have pasha and larry added into our crew. pasha's actually playing some sick guitar in my kitchen whilst sweet d sips tea and pat does dishes. this is what it means to have roommates i think? it means there's always a dang party. i have to say that i'm pretty much in love with the spirit of larry. he's like the cheeriest guy i have ever met in my life. i am fond of his spunk and how fast he works. i love g@rm!n.
i did not do very well on my calc midterm. please do not ask me about it.
i discovered that the light blue cups in the back of the cabinet are hypercolor. as in they change colors with cold liquids. i made quite a stink over these dang cups and zeb stole me a big stack of them. please expect a rad flip cup game during the raddest 3.14 that ever existed. Pi party, as in, only things requiring Pi to calculate allowed, as in, if you bring a square beverage or a square, sweet d and i will defenestrate you.
shuvo's not coming. i am sad @ this. but barb and zeb are. and they're making quiche.
please send your condolences to marvin for his loss on his magical car.
its hard for me to keep my eyes open right now....sleepy time
Saturday, February 23, 2008
You know how to act, you scripted the scene. This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts
that is a song i listen to when i'm sad about "status" by a band called kind of like spitting. the song's called young fiction writer. i dedicate it to you.
my real friends know its been a week in which devon was not at her best. work = stress, family = drama, home = null, affair = undefined, thus devon = sad. luckily i have a michael and a sweet d, two of the best friends a lady could ask for.
i want my own damn rainbow!
aaron made up a new phrase yesterday i would greatly appreciate a validation for: Shroppin' the pow pow. i think he means something about snow, but i'm pretty sure it doesn't mean anything.
on thursday i went to the grocery store after work. this is a boring story. i think one of the most boring/depressing things that a single person can do is go to the grocery store alone after work. cooking a meal for one is lonely, but while you're there buying new shampoo you have to buy yourself some food, nothing can justify how much you're spending on eating out. but i had no idea what to get there. frozen food right? that's what single people who eat alone buy at the grocery store? i have no idea how to buy frozen food, ive always cooked for masses, even when i had roommates and no live in bf. i came home with a box of cheeseits (thanks sweet d) and said shampoo.
listen. you might know this about me, but searching for parking in the mission is the bane of my existence. it always takes forever, but i always find a place within a block of my house and i wonder if i missed it before. who knows.
i'm planning on an outing involving tattooing with lord shuvo. i haven't worked out the specifics, but i want some maps, to remember how great this time is at g@rm!n and in sf. here are some ideas.
i just left my english writing class, and i have a deep suspicion that i'm the only sane person in that course. theres this old asian man that always seems to sit in front of me, although i've sat somewhere different every class. he has what looks like a twenty year old oracle, corporate swag, laptop bag completely overflowing with crumpled papers. he always wears the same tacky christmas sweater and unusually tight fitting jeans. today though, he walked in and stared me in the eye as he pulled, with quite a bit of struggle, a smashed egg mcmuffin out of the pocket of those unusually tight pants and took a bite out of it. all while looking at me. i was thinking about asking him on a date.
*devon*
my real friends know its been a week in which devon was not at her best. work = stress, family = drama, home = null, affair = undefined, thus devon = sad. luckily i have a michael and a sweet d, two of the best friends a lady could ask for.
i want my own damn rainbow!
aaron made up a new phrase yesterday i would greatly appreciate a validation for: Shroppin' the pow pow. i think he means something about snow, but i'm pretty sure it doesn't mean anything.
on thursday i went to the grocery store after work. this is a boring story. i think one of the most boring/depressing things that a single person can do is go to the grocery store alone after work. cooking a meal for one is lonely, but while you're there buying new shampoo you have to buy yourself some food, nothing can justify how much you're spending on eating out. but i had no idea what to get there. frozen food right? that's what single people who eat alone buy at the grocery store? i have no idea how to buy frozen food, ive always cooked for masses, even when i had roommates and no live in bf. i came home with a box of cheeseits (thanks sweet d) and said shampoo.
listen. you might know this about me, but searching for parking in the mission is the bane of my existence. it always takes forever, but i always find a place within a block of my house and i wonder if i missed it before. who knows.
i'm planning on an outing involving tattooing with lord shuvo. i haven't worked out the specifics, but i want some maps, to remember how great this time is at g@rm!n and in sf. here are some ideas.
i just left my english writing class, and i have a deep suspicion that i'm the only sane person in that course. theres this old asian man that always seems to sit in front of me, although i've sat somewhere different every class. he has what looks like a twenty year old oracle, corporate swag, laptop bag completely overflowing with crumpled papers. he always wears the same tacky christmas sweater and unusually tight fitting jeans. today though, he walked in and stared me in the eye as he pulled, with quite a bit of struggle, a smashed egg mcmuffin out of the pocket of those unusually tight pants and took a bite out of it. all while looking at me. i was thinking about asking him on a date.
*devon*
Monday, February 18, 2008
I'm equating this town as this thing that defines me but where I go I still will be.
that's hot water music. perhaps one of the best bands that's ever existed. they broke up but they just did a reunited tour. i think i wish i lived, for only a split second of my life, in florida or jersey so that i could have seen them. thank god i live in sf though. and this town does define me. perhaps because it's the most amazing city on earth.
i haven't done the blogging thing much. i think i've been nerding out too much with homework and programming and writing hasn't seemed like it was that important. i want to let anyone reading though, that aarthi is a badass with this amazing quote that she spoke when her, jason, michael, sweet d and i had an amazing sunshine picnic lunch last monday: "whats a putang" (pronounced like that) i decided though, that qua can be quintet of awesomeness as well. aarthi can be an in and out member if she would like...
everyone who matters knows that sweet d and i share a piece of glass where we look at eachother. i noticed, through this glass, sweet d rocking out to a greater degree than usual. i typed to her "i see you rocking out" at which she promptly responded by insisting that i listen to a particular song by a band called men, women & children. the song was good, but as soon as it started playing out loud, sweet d, sitting in her chair in front of her computer said "doesn't it just make you want to do this" and started doing a wiggle dance in her chair. it did sweet d. it did just make me want to do that.
above you will notice a badass picture from an amazing pillow fight. pillow fights are cool on valentines day. i will always remember this. if the asshole with the bean pillow reads this, please send me your information because i wish to sue you. my neck still hurts.
marvin and i had a magical v day romance weekend, though that should be of no surprise to anyone. we had this amazing dinner at this restaurant called shadowbrook that was set like a fairy land on the bottom of a hill inside of a beautiful garden. there was the most adorable personable fish there called fred. he was bright orange. i fell in love with him. if you think that fish can't respond to you and be the cutest f*ing thing in the whole world, please ping marvin because i'm not lying. the food there was delicious and it was absolutely stunning. please please visit the next time you're in capitola. we also did wine country drive and tons of laughing. marvin's a comedic genius. you'll see...
*devon*
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned
that is snow patrol, make this go on forever. yesterday morning i woke up to snow patrol, but a different song. i like snow patrol. water seems important to me lately.
i worked my ass off today. aaron, i hope you appreciate that i didn't leave that room for ten and half hours today. i don't feel great about it though, i've been dreaming in code lately. i'm a total nerd.
you know what i love? the sound and feel of leaves crunching under my feet. i discovered that earlier tonight.
here's my marvinism of the week, as said when i was complaining about working and his efforts to cheer me up:
"congratulations. now you can go write some codes"
this weekend was uneventful but extremely entertaining for me. it was nice to meet danny, michael's super amazing persian jew friend from so cal. i love him. i wrote down a bunch of quotes for the weekend, but they involved nipples and other parts of the female anatomy which i don't feel up for blogging about. let's just say that i love josh, because he's cuddly, i love michael, because he's adorable, i love andrea because she rocks, and i love marvin because he's awesome.
oh! we went to this super pretentious symphony meets dj event in soma. i especially loved the drummers all around us. unfortunately, people talk too loudly during beautiful events. i also love crepes in the middle of the night.
i do not love it when jason forces us to walk through the ghetto at midnight.
i'm sorry folks. this week my life is all code. don't read unless you are a nerd.
the end
*devon*
i worked my ass off today. aaron, i hope you appreciate that i didn't leave that room for ten and half hours today. i don't feel great about it though, i've been dreaming in code lately. i'm a total nerd.
you know what i love? the sound and feel of leaves crunching under my feet. i discovered that earlier tonight.
here's my marvinism of the week, as said when i was complaining about working and his efforts to cheer me up:
"congratulations. now you can go write some codes"
this weekend was uneventful but extremely entertaining for me. it was nice to meet danny, michael's super amazing persian jew friend from so cal. i love him. i wrote down a bunch of quotes for the weekend, but they involved nipples and other parts of the female anatomy which i don't feel up for blogging about. let's just say that i love josh, because he's cuddly, i love michael, because he's adorable, i love andrea because she rocks, and i love marvin because he's awesome.
oh! we went to this super pretentious symphony meets dj event in soma. i especially loved the drummers all around us. unfortunately, people talk too loudly during beautiful events. i also love crepes in the middle of the night.
i do not love it when jason forces us to walk through the ghetto at midnight.
i'm sorry folks. this week my life is all code. don't read unless you are a nerd.
the end
*devon*
Friday, February 1, 2008
i wish it could always be like this is somehting ive been missing
i went to go see one of my top ten favorite bands of all time tonight called samiam. that song above is called dull. i rocked out at this show despite being mostly entirely alone. shout out to jim, if he adds me, for sucking up the ticket i bought and being my stand next to friend for this show. short history: jim and i met on the internet almost eight years ago, when i was a freshman in college and he put an add up on like aim or something for a bassist for his hardcore band. i pretended to be said bassist and somehow we maintained contact on a pretty routine basis for about five years. then i moved to san francisco (where he's always been) and in the last three years i've seen him twice, and talked to him maybe ten times. thats pretty funny. jim had a gentleman friend, and jim's friend hugged me and kissed me goodbye. this made me feel uncomfortable. i also dropped my over priced super shitty to the max pda on the ground at which time it was promptly stomped upon but a mosh pitter. good news! it survived. i'm thinking about getting insurance and losing this phone so that i can get a nuvifone, the most awesome product that's ever existed in the history of the universe. am i the only idiot on earth that wants to talk tech at a punk show?
i tried to find marvin cause i'm a wee bit drunk and as you might know, i love drunk dialing, but he's no where to be found. he does not get a shout out tonight.
aarthi does though! aarthi has a special affection for lucky charms. she calls them lucky stars and this last week was the first time she ever had them. yesterday she was trying to find michael's lucky charm treasure and she sort of whimpered to sweet d, "where are the lucky stars?" sweet d promptly pointed to them and aarthi did the most awesome swagger/dance to the lucky stars i've ever seen. aarthi is a badass who is super cute. can i get a hell yeah for aarthi?
i missed sweet d today, stop missing work it makes me scared. yesterday she wouldn't let me take her picture through the glass we share. "i said no, devon" she said to me. sucker.
i love michael, even though the last two times i've been to his house have run me about 150 bucks. here are my michaelisms, add if you know any:
whilst i'm talking to michael about my concerns that he might have add: runs over to his nightstand, "look what i got! (points to hot salt container)"
after being asked why he gives his cats vitamins, looking at me like i'm an idiot "cause everyone should have vitamins"
convincing aarthi to date him "if you want to spite your mom, i'm always here."
hey kk and zeb, check out my harrison ford blog here.
*devon*
i tried to find marvin cause i'm a wee bit drunk and as you might know, i love drunk dialing, but he's no where to be found. he does not get a shout out tonight.
aarthi does though! aarthi has a special affection for lucky charms. she calls them lucky stars and this last week was the first time she ever had them. yesterday she was trying to find michael's lucky charm treasure and she sort of whimpered to sweet d, "where are the lucky stars?" sweet d promptly pointed to them and aarthi did the most awesome swagger/dance to the lucky stars i've ever seen. aarthi is a badass who is super cute. can i get a hell yeah for aarthi?
i missed sweet d today, stop missing work it makes me scared. yesterday she wouldn't let me take her picture through the glass we share. "i said no, devon" she said to me. sucker.
i love michael, even though the last two times i've been to his house have run me about 150 bucks. here are my michaelisms, add if you know any:
whilst i'm talking to michael about my concerns that he might have add: runs over to his nightstand, "look what i got! (points to hot salt container)"
after being asked why he gives his cats vitamins, looking at me like i'm an idiot "cause everyone should have vitamins"
convincing aarthi to date him "if you want to spite your mom, i'm always here."
hey kk and zeb, check out my harrison ford blog here.
*devon*
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
the fact of the matter is we need a new horizon to free our minds
i just found this album! i loved it ten years ago, seriously loved it. all systems go! and the song is all i want. listen to it if you find it. its an anthem. 'cause all i really want is everything until the end of time.
i was quoted today as saying that today was a 9.7 on all days of total happiness. seriously, i had to be leaking it all over everyone around me. i loved life and my peers today and laughing was a natural side effect. shout out today goes to bobby for helping me selflessly through a problem solved by jason in about three seconds. the good news i can still hot deploy! but only for one more day.
i never thought, if you would have asked me one month ago, after marvin's fabulous display of drunken debauchery, throwing water out of the hot tub and making lewd gestures at drea and i, that i would be planning how we would spend valentines day together. (that was a long sentence) its been a great month though. a very public thank you to marvin for being a totally awesome bloke who keeps me pretty happy.
aaron engaged me in conversation a bit today. he commented on how great it must have been to grow up in a state that kills two times more people a year than all the other states combined. he didn't even know that i grew up less than an hour and half outside of huntsville, the government sponsored murder capital of the world. i don't want to get political on here, because politics aren't funny, but i just want to start a new section here called aaronisms. there is an ongoing list i have to find somewhere.
1. you know, i kinda' miss the electric chair.
kk and i hunted through the corporate swag (stuff we all get) from corp for the college recruits. i got some sweet chapstick and an awesome mechanical pencil, which, if you read my blog, you know i've been praying for. sweet d said "didn't g@rm!n save your life?" and i have to say, they really did. best decision i ever made was to pass up higher paying start up job in the city for this amazing team.
michael, jason and i went to an sf beta mixer tonight, which was a total sausage fest. i think, becoming a female software engineer in the valley was the best decision i ever made for my "personal" life.
*devon*
i was quoted today as saying that today was a 9.7 on all days of total happiness. seriously, i had to be leaking it all over everyone around me. i loved life and my peers today and laughing was a natural side effect. shout out today goes to bobby for helping me selflessly through a problem solved by jason in about three seconds. the good news i can still hot deploy! but only for one more day.
i never thought, if you would have asked me one month ago, after marvin's fabulous display of drunken debauchery, throwing water out of the hot tub and making lewd gestures at drea and i, that i would be planning how we would spend valentines day together. (that was a long sentence) its been a great month though. a very public thank you to marvin for being a totally awesome bloke who keeps me pretty happy.
aaron engaged me in conversation a bit today. he commented on how great it must have been to grow up in a state that kills two times more people a year than all the other states combined. he didn't even know that i grew up less than an hour and half outside of huntsville, the government sponsored murder capital of the world. i don't want to get political on here, because politics aren't funny, but i just want to start a new section here called aaronisms. there is an ongoing list i have to find somewhere.
1. you know, i kinda' miss the electric chair.
kk and i hunted through the corporate swag (stuff we all get) from corp for the college recruits. i got some sweet chapstick and an awesome mechanical pencil, which, if you read my blog, you know i've been praying for. sweet d said "didn't g@rm!n save your life?" and i have to say, they really did. best decision i ever made was to pass up higher paying start up job in the city for this amazing team.
michael, jason and i went to an sf beta mixer tonight, which was a total sausage fest. i think, becoming a female software engineer in the valley was the best decision i ever made for my "personal" life.
*devon*
Monday, January 28, 2008
So I give arbitrary answers, but resent if you call them fake
that is this band called kind of like spitting that you've probably never heard of. the song is a secret one on this album i have... yeah. this album makes me sad, makes me think of things passed when i lived on maui and felt pretty lonely. yeah
so today was pretty nice. i woke up to a ping from my friend jaime, a lovely gentleman i was in love with for several years some time ago. he has a bunch of my secrets, so it's pretty awesome that we're talking again. for the three and half years that we were together (i think that's the official count...) i believe we spent at least 72% of the time unemployed. i don't have any idea how we paid bills or got wasted. those were the good years. now we're both successful and less punk rock. its funny how the years change folks.
oh! in case you were concerned, i left my calculus book at doug's house. he's going to let me have it tomorrow evening, or maybe i'll just take it. i still have a key.
zeb was angry at me this morning. mondays in combination with zeb's angry face equal sad times for devo. but i was happy. i fixed some bugs and i found this amazing application called whereboutz. i want to build something very similar for my dream app. everyone please add the facebook whereboutz app. i know you don't have a fb, zeb, but please be nicer to me tomorrow :)
man, the drive over the gg bridge was truly amazing today, with the red of the bridge against the green of the sausalito hills, against the blue of the sky. i couldn't have painted it better.
also, you'll be happy to know that "FUCK MATH" was removed from my calculus room wall. i'm a bit sad about it. there's this total eye candy, though, that's sat next to me the last few classes, and he makes up for any sorrow i had for the loss of that angry string.
*devon*
so today was pretty nice. i woke up to a ping from my friend jaime, a lovely gentleman i was in love with for several years some time ago. he has a bunch of my secrets, so it's pretty awesome that we're talking again. for the three and half years that we were together (i think that's the official count...) i believe we spent at least 72% of the time unemployed. i don't have any idea how we paid bills or got wasted. those were the good years. now we're both successful and less punk rock. its funny how the years change folks.
oh! in case you were concerned, i left my calculus book at doug's house. he's going to let me have it tomorrow evening, or maybe i'll just take it. i still have a key.
zeb was angry at me this morning. mondays in combination with zeb's angry face equal sad times for devo. but i was happy. i fixed some bugs and i found this amazing application called whereboutz. i want to build something very similar for my dream app. everyone please add the facebook whereboutz app. i know you don't have a fb, zeb, but please be nicer to me tomorrow :)
man, the drive over the gg bridge was truly amazing today, with the red of the bridge against the green of the sausalito hills, against the blue of the sky. i couldn't have painted it better.
also, you'll be happy to know that "FUCK MATH" was removed from my calculus room wall. i'm a bit sad about it. there's this total eye candy, though, that's sat next to me the last few classes, and he makes up for any sorrow i had for the loss of that angry string.
*devon*
Sunday, January 27, 2008
But I was born to lose my breath
that's my bloody valentine. if you're into such things, you should hump to this album. and then fall asleep spooning. yeah. anyway, i've been finding myself losing my breath a lot lately. and i relate to this whole song when i hear it.
i have to start off by saying that i'm blogging at ten pm when i should be fucking rocking out to poison the well at slims. BUT drea was.... um... holding my beer... for me.. or whatever, and this crazy chick with blue eyebrows came up and made us leave. then she like, lectured us like we were seven and drew big blue xs on our hands and kicked us out. seriously. fuck you blue eyebrowed chick. i've been looking forward to this show forever and you're a stupid bitch. i was so steamed i pouted my way home, and now, here i am. alone in my room on a sunday night. lame.
i lost my calculus book, i'm wicked pissed about it. if you find it please give it back. i need it to be a good student.
as you all might know, i drove down to santa cruz on friday to hang out with this guy i've been crushin' on. he's pretty cool. we kissed a couple of times, had some food, and rode the roller coaster. we also laughed a lot, he's a funny guy. i really like him. he said some funny marvinisms and told me to write them in this little book *but* claimed to have lost the page with the funny marvinisms written down in it. so now i don't know what they were. and i don't want to misquote because it takes away the magic. please find the paper, marvin.
argh
you know what sucks? rejection sucks. getting asked politely to move out of your house. breaking up with bois. getting kicked out of shows. all that stuff sucks. it makes you feel like you're not that special because you're going to be easily replaced. no one wants to feel easily replaceable. i'm special. this is a fact. fuck you rejectors
*devon*
i have to start off by saying that i'm blogging at ten pm when i should be fucking rocking out to poison the well at slims. BUT drea was.... um... holding my beer... for me.. or whatever, and this crazy chick with blue eyebrows came up and made us leave. then she like, lectured us like we were seven and drew big blue xs on our hands and kicked us out. seriously. fuck you blue eyebrowed chick. i've been looking forward to this show forever and you're a stupid bitch. i was so steamed i pouted my way home, and now, here i am. alone in my room on a sunday night. lame.
i lost my calculus book, i'm wicked pissed about it. if you find it please give it back. i need it to be a good student.
as you all might know, i drove down to santa cruz on friday to hang out with this guy i've been crushin' on. he's pretty cool. we kissed a couple of times, had some food, and rode the roller coaster. we also laughed a lot, he's a funny guy. i really like him. he said some funny marvinisms and told me to write them in this little book *but* claimed to have lost the page with the funny marvinisms written down in it. so now i don't know what they were. and i don't want to misquote because it takes away the magic. please find the paper, marvin.
argh
you know what sucks? rejection sucks. getting asked politely to move out of your house. breaking up with bois. getting kicked out of shows. all that stuff sucks. it makes you feel like you're not that special because you're going to be easily replaced. no one wants to feel easily replaceable. i'm special. this is a fact. fuck you rejectors
*devon*
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