I fell asleep in yoga class.

They tell you to lay on your back, so you do. Then the lady has you close your eyes and starts describing how comfortable and relaxed you feel, and you're like, well, come to think of it, I am feeling particularly peaceful. So you follow directions... and the next thing you know, you open your eyes and everyone is standing up. Except for you. Still lying there on your back. Like a doof.

A poem about haiti, then another to cheer you up

Under the rubble

my room exploded tuesday night.
bummer.
i'm buried and burning and busted and bruised
my brain's been bleeding and i got no shoes
i had a bucket of bubbles but now they're burst
somebody better tell me this it ain't gettin worse


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don't

 don't be jealous
    dont tell me what not to do
don't lick the bottom of the refrigerator
don't put wet cheese in your ears
    i need some cheese before bed.

well that's fine then. just not in your ears.

Dine About Town

So a friend recently alerted me to an awesome culinary opportunity:
San Francisco's Dine About Town.

Basically, TasteSF has organized a meal-deal in which you can get a 2-course lunch for $18 or 3-course dinner for $35 at a variety of schwanky joints around The City from Jan 15-31. I plan on taking full advantage.
My plans tonight: Ruth's Chris Steakhouse... a tourist trap that offers delectable dishes for $60+ a pop. Oh yeah, game on.

Why respectable people should never urinate on public property

   About a year ago, I was headed to a friend's pizza party at Pauline's Pizza when my date and I noticed a well-dressed young woman talking to herself.  It was pretty odd, since she was clearly neither on the phone nor crazy.  She was wearing a snow-white sweater and what looked to be some pretty expensive jewelry.
   As we got nearer, I noticed that she was not alone. In fact, she had not been talking to herself at all, but rather was covering for her equally well-dressed friend... who was busy peeing on a mailbox!  Now mind you, this is about 5:30, right next to a reasonably busy street.  We made eye contact with the lookout lady, and she whispered something to her friend about hurrying up.
   We had a good laugh about them after passing and continued on to our destination.  When we got to the restaurant, it was packed.  I wrestled my way in to tell the head waiter we were there, and noticed that the two mailbox offenders were also in the receiving area (I hope they washed their hands).
  We eventually were led up the stairs, where our party of 12 or so were already seated. And guess who was sitting directly across from us??

Turns out they were good friends of the birthday boy. And very quiet throughout dinner.

Neighborhood Bully

So I've been running in beautiful Bernal Heights for about a year and a half now.  It's a cute little neighborhood that leads to an amazing hilltop view, frequented by dog walkers and joggers.  Lovely.

But lately I've had to abandon my favorite route to the top because there is this really mean cat that lives in front of one of the houses (see map). Usually I'm pretty good with animals, especially cats... but this cat is an ASSHOLE:

1. Incident one: I'm running by, and see this cute little cat perched in a planter.  I go to pet him, he hisses at me and swats.  I almost got scratched, but hey, lesson learned, I won't try to pet you.
2. Incident two: I run by, not even intending on stopping, and cat stands in the middle of the sidewalk, hissing, hair raised, like I'm the bad guy! I wasn't even armed. I start to cross the street so as not to bother him, and he actually chases me for a few very scary yards! I have never seen this kind of behavior before in my life.

So now I turn on Prospect instead to avoid the whole awkward cat-bullying situation.

Pieces of my blog

I'm doing a little experiment here. I would like to change the background of this blog, hosted by blogspot.com, so that it better matches my website. I need to link the images I use on the site, so I will upload them here and see if I can reference them in the HTML. Here we go!

this is the first

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