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*
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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
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