Monthly Archives: December 2006

Five things

Since I am now old, Aaron has tagged me to divulge five things that *you*, my devoted reader does not know about me already. Seemed simple enough, until I started thinking about who *you* are. I have all sorts of readers of this blog: friends, coworkers (I know, scary thought), a growing percentage of my family that includes both my mom and my big brother, random folks from the Interwebs, and the like. Trying to think of five things that none of you guys know about me, and that you would find mildly interesting to find out about me, *and* that I would be willing to share will all of you, is, well, difficult.

But a meme is a meme is a meme, and I must comply. So, drumroll please. Here are my five things that you, yes you, my dear friend/coworker/relative/fan, may, or may not, know about me. Think of it as a little quiz for how well you know me:

5. I spend very little of my day actually writing. I know my title has the word writer in it, but I probably write less than most other people in their jobs. Other tech writers won’t be surprised by this, but this is something that most people don’t realize, and it is the reason why I, as someone who generally dislikes writing, have stayed at this job for so long.

4. I don’t so much sleep through my alarm as I claim to, but rather I usually wake up, turn it off, and then go back to sleep. So I really don’t have any excuse other than I swear I am not in my right mind first thing in the morning. Things like logic and reason have entirely different meanings to me before I get in the shower.

3. My shoe size is 10 1/2. But wait, that is significant, especially since I think my feet are shrinking. So the shoe industry doesn’t make size 10 1/2. Seriously. I know you don’t believe me, but it is true. After size 10, they start making just whole sizes, even though they usually just go up to size 11. The result is that there is every size except 10 1/2.
And then there is the width issue. My feet are AAA, aka slim. That’s narrower than narrow. Thank god or my feet would be giant bricks down there. The narrowness offsets the length of my feet a bit and they really don’t look that huge. However, finding regular shoes narrow enough is difficult. And if that wasn’t enough, I am also convinced that my left foot is a half a size bigger than my right.
Before you send me links to those ‘weird-size’ shoe catalogues, yes I know about them, but I don’t want to buy old-lady shoes without trying them on. But the weird thing is, lately, when I try on shoes, the 10s have been fitting–usually. And sometimes I have to go down to a 9 1/2. While it has made shoe buying less painful and almost fun, it is ruining one of my biggest whine-fests in life.

2. As long as we are on measurements, my inseam, depending on if I am wearing heals, is in the 32-35″ range. Yes, that makes finding pants hard, and yes, that’s longer than most guy’s inseam. In the past five years or so, stores have started to figure out that girls need pants longer than 31″. So now I can usually find jeans and maybe some khakis without a huge amount of pain. Sadly, a lot of the really cute styles don’t come in “long”. (For the guys reading this: women’s pants don’t come in the useful waist/inseam measurements, but rather qualitative sizes and lengths such as “8 Long”.)

7th grade band geek1. I am really trying to think of something good. You’ve read down this far, so I got to have the big payoff. Maybe an embarrassing story from my childhood? No, Mom knows all of those. Maybe a story about my drunken escapades? No, too many witnesses now read this blog. Or how about a hidden talent? Yeah right, like I’d keep any of my talents hidden. Ok, here it goes:

I was such a band geek in my teens that I was a geek even in the band crowd. And not it than “it’s-cool-to-be-geeky” sort of way. From 12 to 17, I spent almost every lunch in the band room, whether I needed to be there or not. I ran for every band office, but never won, except for band secretary in eighth grade, but only because that was the one position that had to do work: take attendance ever day. That’s right, I took attendance in band, and I took that responsibility very seriously. I was in so many musical groups that most people in band thought that it was a bit off the deep end. I’ll spare you the list, but if you can think of a type of high-school musical group, I was in it.

I played piano and trumpet and french horn, and then went off to summer school to learn more instruments. Most of my fellow band geeks probably didn’t even know that I spent my summers doing exciting things like Chamber Music Camp. But here is the really geeky part: I wasn’t even one of those musical prodigies who was preparing for Julliard and a career as a concert pianist. I was good enough to play in all of those groups at school, and in the occasional honor group like All Northwest Orchestra, but other than that, I wasn’t that into practicing (how was I supposed to find the time?) and wasn’t insanely talented. So why did I do it? I loved every minute of it. And I miss it.

So those are my five things that until this moment, no one knew. And from now on, everyone can find out.

And now, tag, you’re it: Anna (because she can’t wait to write hers), Daniel, Alexajetset, Keith, and Adam (because he is blogging even less than me).


Learn something new…

Morning commuteI learned two very useful things today:

1. Walking up on the lightrail platform, I passed a lady who I usually see also take Caltrain. She stopped me, and said that she noticed that I used a monthly pass on Caltrain, and so I didn’t need to buy a VTA ticket. And here I was feeling guilty for sometimes not buying a VTA ticket (machines are always finicky and no one ever checks for tickets). I thanked her for telling (I love people!), and when I got into work this morning, I checked the Caltrain website, and after some considerable digging, did find that VTA is in fact covered by my monthly pass. You’d think that Caltrain would advertise this fact better since it is like an added $60 value.

2.  Google doesn’t care about periods in your Gmail address. It just ignores them, so you can add as many as you want, and don’t need to worry if you forget one. Nifty.

Traffic and croissants

Nights like tonight are one of the reasons why I took a job in the city. At the last minute, I was able to go to dinner with Anna and Rebecca in North Beach. Afterward, I met Normen for a quick beer in Lower Height. Hooray for city friends!

Normally I wouldn’t have been able to do dinner at the last minute, but I overslept this morning, and drove to work instead of taking Caltrain. I had to pay $15 frickin’ dollars to park at work because there was a stupid football game at AT&T Park, so I am glad that I got some benefit from having my car with me.

Driving home wouldn’t have been a big deal, except that I have a talent for getting into mid-night traffic jams on 101. It took me over 20 minutes to get from that little bit of80 from Octavia to the actual 101 South (that’s maybe a quarter mile).  I just got home a few minutes ago, and was greeted by a box of frozen croissants (a Christmas present that I had been expecting). I am thinking that they will make perfect munchies on New Year’s Eve, especially since I am going to try to cut out white flour for a New Year’s resolution.

I really should write a post to catch you all up on my exicting two weeks since I got old, but that will have to wait. I was just feeling especially grateful for my friends tonight and wanted to write about it. Now it is off to bed so I don’t oversleep and miss the train again tomorrow morning.

I’m officially older

Yup, another birthday come and gone. And now I’m a year older. I haven’t gotten used to calling myself 27 yet, but I’ve only had to do it for two days, so that’s to be expected. I know that I am getting to be not-so-youngish because not one person who isn’t a close friend asked me how old I turned. I guess I have reached that age where it is considered impolite to ask. And there are the jokes about me finally being old enough to drink being meant as a compliment. Next I’ll be flattered to be carded.

My birthday, for being on a Monday, ended up being very nice. I took the train into the city to my still-new-enough-to-be-novel job, took a long lunch to eat at Paragon (not as nice as the San Jose one by the way) and to buy a skirt at my new favorite store Jeremy’s, and then took the train back to meet Dan, who was waiting with flowers, to take me to dinner at Tamarine in Palo Alto. No big party this year, but I am making a point this month, especially with the new job and all, to spend some quality time with them. That’s probably another sign of getting older: I am valuing one-on-one time with friends to really talk over big shindigs (and that I just wrote “shindigs”).

I have to say that I am pretty happy for where I am in my life at 27. That’s mostly what I thought about on this birthday: I am living the life that I want to live and I feel like I am on track. Where that track is going I have no idea, but I don’t feel like I am spinning my wheels or wasting my youth or any of that.

Another topic that popped into my head: what on earth did I do for my birthday last year when I turned 26? Thanks to my blog I remember that there was much drinking involved, along with some embarassing yelling (no, no blog link, but here are pics). My birthday weekend this year, I ended up skipping the holiday party that I went to last year even though I was hung over from my birthday celebration, and instead curled up in my pajamas and read a book. Things can change a lot in a year, huh?

As long as we’re going down that path, 25: Super-delicious dinner at Gary Danko with mom, Grandma, and the ex-boyfriend, staying at a nice hotel in San Franicsco overnight.

24: Flew to Germany on the spur of the moment to visit my dad and go to Rome, and spent the evening at a wine shop being fed glass after glass of wine and plate after plate of food even though I coudn’t keep my eyes open from the jet lag.

23 and 22: Absolutely no idea. Those years were rather unremarkable, unblogged, and no sets exist in Flickr.

21: Tuesday night pub crawl through the Univerisity District in Seattle with many other future tech writers, ending with the cliche hurling that night and cliche hang over the next day, causing me to be very late for my job at the College of Engineering advising center (but it was okay because they were all taking bets that I wouldn’t show at all).

<21: You got me.

Oh! I have been meaning to write a separate post about this, but probably won’t get around to it, but just had to brag that I met Curtis Stone, Take Home Chef and one of the 2006 Sexiest Men Alive according to Wikipedia, at the Redwood Room last Wednesday night. He was my first celebrity sighting ever, and not only did I talk to him (admittedly rather tipsily), he shared his duck wraps with me and Desiree. Nothing to do with turning 27, but had to mention it.

‘Tis the season

My cozy living roomWell, I managed to put up my Christmas tree this year. I don’t know if anyone else will see it, but it is up. Plus all of the outdoor garland. I even played Christmas music while I did it. I am wearing a Santa hat right now (it was in the box). No ornaments yet, but there’s a star. Hopefully the cats won’t destroy everything while I am up in the city tomorrow night for a little holiday party.

Speaking of parties, I have too many and thus don’t have any specific birthday plans. The holiday festivities started off on Friday at Anna‘s for a little tree trimming, egg nogging, and crafting (talk about a word to scare boys away).

I also have holiday parties this Saturday and next, and with me working in the city during the week, there is just no other time to throw a party. I had wanted to do a holiday party since I was planning on decorating, but I was too slow with the planning.

Stairway lightsSpeaking of slow planning, I still don’t know where I am going to go for the holidays. I need to figure that out and let everyone know when I finally decide. I’ll either be in Spokane or Sacramento.

The holiday panic hasn’t quite hit me yet. I just had my annual “woah, my birthday is in less than a week” revelation. Next up is “crap, it is too late to order anything online and get it to arrive on time, and that means I am too late to mail anything to my parents anyway, now what?” panic.

Right now I have been focused on work and staying in touch with everyone in the city and in San Jose, but it is hard to find time for everything. I haven’t even been to the gym in weeks. But I tell myself that I am still transitioning and I really do plan on going to the gym in SOMA one of these days.

Next up is skiing!

Fast Food update

Playing in the heart of Fast Food NationI am back from Colorado posted my pictures on Flickr, so here’s an update from my Thanksgiving post. I did make it back downtown to take this picture of Fast Food Nation playing at the Peak theater. Sadly, Chinook Bookshop closed last year, so another independent store is in this history books. I did, however, find a decent used book store, Poor Richard’s, which I can’t find on Yelp and so can’t add a link.

You’ll see from my pictures that I made it to Michelle’s for the best ice cream sundae I’ve ever had, and I did in fact tour Focus on the Family.