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August 2001

Birthday Non-plans

Since a few people have asked, yeah, my birthday is coming up in eight days. I’ve pretty much decided to ignore it this year.

I may have dinner with a few friends, if they’re agreeable, or I may even leave town for some unspecified destination, but I probably won’t be hosting the semi-public gathering this year unless there’s some tremendous outcry from people who have had their calendars marked for a year. I don’t really imagine that will be an issue.

I’m just not in the frame of mind to be a good host right now. Which is not to say that I’m not feeling better. I’ve actually felt considerably more human the past few days. All the same, it’s been a crappy couple of months and I haven’t really arrived back at “sociable” yet.

Yes, it could be argued that I never arrived at “sociable” to begin with.

Moody?

Depressed. Anxious. Indecisive. Dissatisfied. Unmotivated. Lacking confidence. And unable (or unwilling) to discuss any of it, even with my friends, much less with the world at large. So I haven’t been communicating much with anyone. My apologies. I’ll try to be more interesting next week when I’m older and presumably wiser…

At Age 37

Random reflections and realizations upon hitting age 37:

  • There is absolutely nothing exciting about being 37.
  • The day convenience stores started selling lottery tickets was the day they ceased to be anything resembling convenient.
  • When my mom told me as a child that I’d eventually regret it if I started smoking, she was right.
  • The more commercials annoy me, the more I watch PBS, which is probably a good thing.
  • At some point in the last year, a good parking space assumed a higher priority in my life than sex.
  • A little cubed steak can be a wonderful thing.
  • Most of my friends are considerably more tolerant and accommodating of me than I have any right to expect them to be. More attentive too.
  • I’m glad I don’t really drink anymore, because if I did, I might get really plastered tonight, and I’d surely regret it tomorrow.

Wimpy San Franciscans

One of the rudest tendencies here in the “tolerant” Bay Area is that so many people here feel the need to wander up to complete strangers in public places and tell them exactly how environmentally, socially, or metaphysically incorrect their current set of actions are.

It’s not just in Berkeley

I’ve had the occasional stranger wander upto me and inform me, for example, that smoking is unhealthy and dangerous. After being flabbergasted by the presumptuousness of the first two or three pompous asses, I started responding with something along the lines of “so is walking upto complete strangers on the street and offering unsolicited criticism when you don’t know how violently they might react.”

It’s amazing how well that usually works…

What’s with this assumption that gentle, intellectual prodding will somehow make the cretins of the world suddenly realize the error of their ways and rush to mend all adjacent fences? Why must the granola crowd be so fucking wimpy and schoolmarmish? They leave me embarrassed to be a leftist. Why not call an asshole an asshole?

Here’s a hint: gentle reminders about the environment and consideration for others are not going to matter much to that yuppie swine who used three spaces to park his urban assault vehicle. However, a note containing a forceful reminder about how accessible and fragile his windshield are just might.

And a reminder: telling the woman who scolds you for looking in the meat case at Safeway to “shut the fuck up and mind your own business” is going to get rid of her much faster than some long-winded explanation of how you need extra protein in your diet, blah blah blah…

We need fewer people quoting sociology dissertations and more people using terms like these:

  • Brain-dead frat boy (each should be capitalized if you’re discussing the President).
  • Self-righteous bitch (replace “bitch” with “prick” as needed).
  • Fucking idiot (wonderful all-purpose terminology).

Yes, I’m suggesting that rudeness be used to combat rudeness in some cases. Most people who are being assholes are quite aware that they’re doing so and won’t react to any other response. And those who don’t know they’re being assholes should be made aware of the fact, not made to feel that they’ve “won” because you were compelled to “defend” yourself.

Don’t get in a fight, of course, but also don’t assume that a response like “please stop damaging my self-esteem” or “perhaps you should be more sensitive to my needs” is going to gain you much ground outside the ever-flaky Bay Area.

Yes, I realize that I might well be much happier in New York, where people mind their own business. I’ve never reacted well to scolding…

Mmmm. Cryptic.

I did something last night that I haven’t done in almost three months. I’m not going to say what, but it sure was fun. And even better, it’s a doctor-recommended therapy…

And no, it wasn’t laundry, although I did that yesterday too. It’s only been two months on that one…

Annoyances

So I get a little annoyed at all theose cute little movies which suggest that falling in love somehow solves every little problem in one’s life. Anytime I’ve approached anything in the neighborhood of love, it’s tended to AMPLIFY most of my problems. But then again, I probably wasn’t doing it right. And danged if that wasn’t the understatement of the year…

Unrelated annoyance: TV newscasters with an astonishing lack of familiarity about the areas they serve. One of many examples: on tonight’s KGO news, the Fresno Bee was described as a “Sacramento-area newspaper”. I imagine the people of Fresno (a city of 400,000 people in a metropolitan area of many more) will be a little disturbed to learn that they’re living in a suburb of Sacramento, which 180 miles away. Incidentally, that’s about the same distance as San Francisco, where KGO is located. Maybe by 11:00, the Bee will have become a Bay Area newspaper…

Birthday greetings to Shane. He lives in Kansas City, which may soon be recognized by KGO as an integral part of the greater St. Louis area…

Stupid Trick Tricks

Stupid trick tricks…

Yes, I’ve also had the occasional idiot ask me why, among all my books, there weren’t more “gay ones”. I usually tell them that I’m not terribly interested in WHO my books sleep with…

This is completely unrelated and quite wonderful…

Random

What the hell. I’ll bite

I see: Sabrina the Teenage Witch
I need: retroactive health insurance
I find: that I’m not fond of 80% of the people I encounter
I want: change
I have: some very good books
I wish: I had some ambition and initiative
I love: the java jive and it loves me
I hate: way too much stuff
I miss: the east coast
I fear: George W. Bush
I feel: defective
I hear: Interstate 80
I smell: Interstate 80
I crave: non-interstate highways
I search: Google, usually
I wonder: if my heart will start functioning normally at some point
I regret: not going to grad school, among other things

When was the last time you…
Smiled: lunch
Laughed: lunch
Cried: Saturday
Bought something: an hour ago
Danced: 1985
Were sarcastic: much more recently than 1985
Kissed someone: Sunday
Talked to an ex: define “ex” please…
Watched your favorite movie: last week
Had a nightmare: don’t remember

Last book you read: American Beach
Last movie you saw: don’t remember
Last song you heard: the theme to “Sabrina the Teenage Witch”
Last thing you had to drink: grape juice
Last time you showered: this morining
Last thing you ate: a cookie

Smoke: yes, but I’m working on it
Do drugs: aside from the aforementioned nicotine, no
Have sex: not enough
Sleep with stuffed animals: no
Live in the moment: which moment?
Had a dream that keeps coming back: no
Play an instrument: no
Believe there is life on other planets: only on Rigel 4
Remember your first love: yes
Still love him/her: no
Read the newspaper: yes
Have any gay or lesbian friends: a few
Believe in miracles: yes, ever since I discovered Pillsbury frozen buttermilk biscuits
Believe it’s possible to remain faithful forever: possible: yes, advisable: no
Consider yourself tolerant of others: as long the annoying ones stay the hell out of my way
Consider love a mistake: only if I’m a participant
Like the taste of alcohol: sure, why not?
Have a favorite candy: Reese’s
Believe in astrology: give me a fucking break
Believe in God: define “god” please…
Believe in magic: it was the best song Pilot ever recorded
Pray: not generally
Go to church: oh no
Have any pets: my plants
Talk to strangers who IM you: don’t IM at all
Wear hats: sometimes
Have any piercings: no
Have any tattoos: no
Hate yourself: only on Tuesdays
Have an obsession: yes
Have a secret crush: no
Collect anything: yes
Have a best friend: yes
Wish on stars: do porn stars count?
Like your handwriting: sure
Have any bad habits: yes
Care about looks: yes
Believe in witches: see first question
Believe in Satan: no
Believe in ghosts: not really

Phone Spam

I can’t imagine a better anecdotal justification for the pending financial privacy bills in California than this: my ex-roomie just forwarded a message to me from some “financial counselling group” concerned about my “high interest credit cards”…

The disturbing aspects are that (a) I don’t really have any high-interest credit cards and I’m current on the two cards I have, and (b) this message was left randomly (via a recording) on a phone number which hasn’t been mine in over two years…

You’ve probably never seen me yell in quite the way I yelled at the hapless soul who answered their 800 number…

In unrelated news, it’s my dad’s birthday. I’d wish him a happy one if I thought he’d read it here…