09.10.01 >1043

New poems posted at the poetry page, y'all. Enjoy, and watch out for more! Also on the horizon : a revamping of the pics page, which hasn't been updated in nearly two months. YIKES!

This weekend didn't seem to go as planned - had no time whatsoever to sit down with a good book, even though I've got plenty of those to swim through now. Still, it was pretty enjoyable and relaxing. And now I'm eyeing my schedule for this week and wishing it were Friday again . . . Argh. I hate Mondays.

Get out of yer comfort zone, or He'll jerk you out of it. More later.

09.08.01 >1406

Funny thing . . . I used to hate anything related to coffee, but lately I've been making trips to Starbucks whenever I can to pick up a cup of their Caramel Macchiatto. Not a good thing, probably, but I...can't...help...it!

09.07.01 >1521

Oh, crikey . . . there's a lot I gotta do to get this site in order, but I don't feel like doin' it right now. Argh.

I did want to post this comment that I found at another blog, regarding the MTV Music Video Awards ceremony that aired last night :

"I want a dollar for every band that gave a shout out to God and then went backstage and snorted coke and drank a 40." - Michele C
I'll agree with Melissa on that 'un - that was definitely the most hilarious quote I've ever read.

09.06.01 >1616

Was surfing weblogs earlier this week and came across this article on jury duty.

Veddy interesteen.

Was summoned for jury duty last month, as a matter of fact, but unfortunately, I no longer lived in that particular county. Next time, though. There's always a next time . . .

I don't understand why a lot of folks try to dodge this duty, however. I think it'd be koo-el to take part in the judicial process as a juror.

~ * ~

Another little thing I found on Hayes Valley. Writing up my first article on this 'hood now . . .

09.05.01 >2247

Come back soon, okay, sis? I wish we lived a little closer to each other so that I could at least hold you while you cry.

Strangely . . . this has made me think of losing my grandfather this past February, before I even started this blog. I dunno why . . . I s'pose that it could have something to do with the fact that I stayed at my grandparents' this past weekend for the first time in months. I woke up on Saturday and Sunday mornings, half-expecting him to be calling for someone to help him to his wheelchair.

I woke up instead to a strange silence.


YES!! They're not going on strike! I can go home this weekend!

09.04.01 >2125

This is religion and hate at its best (or worst, depending on your perspective).

My gosh . . . go ahead and wallow in your hatred if you want, but leave the kids alone!


I am so freakin' distracted right now. On the one hand, there's my assignment that's due on Thursday, which I still have to get started on - ya know, on Hayes Valley and all? I've got so many questions I'd like to ask. On the other hand, I've got a whole bunch of story ideas that I'd like to flesh out and begin. It's almost like, forget this school crap and lemme have some fun . . . but then, I wanna get all the school stuff out of the way first so I have more time for fun. And that's more or less a more mature effort on my part, I guess, to act like an adult since I'm considered "all growed up" now.

Argh. Too many decisions . . .


I did visit Hayes Valley yesterday afternoon and spent several hours getting lost (not intentionally), trying to get unlost, and just making observations about this street.

One question has been on my mind since I heard about this little neighborhood : why do they call it Hayes Valley? It is definitely not a suburban area - in fact, it reminded me a lot of First Street in my hometown, with little shops dominating both sides of the street, and actually, this leg of the street was only a few minutes in length, were you to walk it in its entirety. Yesterday it was empty, for the most part; a lot of the shops were closed for the holiday. People were going about their own business, walking the dog, maintaining their stores. The only really noisy place was Marlena's, a bar smack in the middle of the shopping area. Methinks I will take my time today going through the shops. Oh, and there were two eateries on this street that I'd like to visit sometime soon - both had articles posted on their doors to show that they had been featured in the Chronicle or S.F. Weekly. Koo-el.

For some unfathomable reason, my right hand is hurtin' real bad this morning. Argh.

09.03.01 >2152

Know my heart,
And you will know me.

Know my soul,
And you will know my passion.


Two things I've found out about myself this past week(end) : 1) I can't live without an iron. Sorry, but I don't dig wrinkled clothes - hey, who does? 2) I can never get sick of Jelly Belly jelly beans. They are the bomb.


This speech kicks butt!

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,—
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men,—
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

- Marc Antony
from Julius Caesar (Act III, Scene II)
William Shakespeare
I remember having to memorize this speech for my sophomore English class in high school . . . and then reciting it in front of everyone else. Back then, I didn't care too much for it, but now . . . I wouldn't mind trying to attempt it again!


I am supremely tired, but I'd like to go down to my 'hood to wander for a bit so I can get started on my first assignment. What's a girl to do??

So, to sum up this Labor Day Weekend . . . it was actually fun! The party on Saturday wasn't too bad, so long as I acted like myself and didn't let anybody push me to do this, that or whatever. I mean, after all, "it's my party and I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to" . . . *ahem* You get the picture . . .

Yesterday I hung out with my two sisters and cuz at church and elsewhere, and actually, it was pretty koo-el to visit with the rest of my extended family after not seeing them for quite awhile (try all summer, basically). This morning the four of us went out for breakfast at Peppermill's - I dunno what was funnier, the fact that all of us wore backpacks and pretended we were going to school or my little sister's antics in the passenger seat. We like to pump up our R & B mix and watch everybody else stare at us while Vic breaks out with a sudden dance groove. Yeah, that's my little sister for you. You've been warned!

Been doing a little research on Hayes Valley, and I found this and this. Oh, and here's a map for better reference. Hmmmm - did I really say I was tired?

Don't be surprised if you see observations on this 'hood in the very near future . . .

09.01.01 >1107

Okay, forget the whining in the last entry. The party starts at one, and I'm nervous/excited. Argh.

Was watching this guy, Bob Ross, paint on TV earlier. He is a complete trip! He set the tone first by creating the azure blue sky and the river, then created the snow-covered mountains in the background, then the tree-covered hills in the foreground. And suddenly - wow, there was a perfect painting.