Monthly Archives: February 2009

Also.

Right next to the sushi bar, there is a pole dancing store. They sell clothes, shoes, portable poles, and you can also take classes there. I’m thinking of signing up.

“You want the T&T.”

That’s what the man at the sushi bar said when I told him I wanted something “really, really good and kinda spicy”. He was right. It was colorful, tasty, and completely delighted me in every possible way. See… I went to a motivational conference thing today. I had some errands to run this morning, though, so I had lunch first before I headed over to Arco Arena… and I have to say. I had a much, much better lunch than all the poor people who stood in line at the concessions stand. *smug*

Okay. So I’m a bit crazy, maybe.

I left work a little early today, since I worked 14 hours on Thursday and all day Saturday. But did I get home early? Not really. I came home pretty close to the usual time, and dripping wet. Feet covered in mud, pants soaked up to my knees. Why? Because… I stopped to take pictures. Rain pouring down, cars driving past at 50 miles an hour, umbrella blown inside out, and muddy water running over my feet, which were shod only in flip-flops, in the manner of a true Californian.

Rainbows and barbed wire. One lone tree, surrounded by mist and rain. Rivulets of water, running between blades of green grass, reflecting the light of a distant sun. It’s hard to express the magic of this afternoon. I wish you could have been in the car with me, listening to the music of (the incomparable) Joe Hisaishi, stomping through the mud, feeling the rain drip off your face. As it is, all I can give you is these photos, and I’m sorry about that… it’s not quite the same.

A comment or two would make my day.

A poll.

All right, internet. A question. How sick do you, personally, have to be before you call in sick to work? I never know how sick to get before I call in. Because… on the one hand, I feel like, if I’m well enough to be up & about and around the house, I’m well enough to work. On the other hand, nobody else at the office appreciates being on the receiving end of an infectious disease. So… what to do?

P.S. A shout out to Tamara in San Jose.