Thursday, May 27, 2010

I'm with Coco

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Hi, I'm NoRa from NoPa

Job: check
Fabulous apartment: check
Gorgeous kitchen: check--it's pretty awesome
Sunday brunch accessories (puppy and a crossword): crossword, check; puppy, might take awhile. for now i'll go with a plant
Vespa: i need to reassess this one. i can barely climb these hills on 4 wheels, let alone 2. 

Things have been moving along for this NKOTB. I was initiated into my first Bay to Breakers, have gained a few pounds at some great coffee shops and eateries (Ritual Coffee, Four Barrel, Chez Panisse (SO GOOD!!!), Bakesale Betty's, The Cheeseboard, Wally'sCafé Aquarius), and I've successfully prolonged my SF stay for at least 5 more months. What can I say? Apparently I live my life in 5-month increments.

Job sitch: Unfortunately I don't yet have my dream job. However, I have a job. I bless the rains down in South San Francisco. FYI, if you are in need of lingerie, I'm your woman.

Apartment: Craigslist has done me well this time around. I found myself a little haven in NoPa, home of the Full House houses (aka Painted Ladies), indie bands at the Independent, and MOI! The original plan was to get a little shoebox studio to myself and live in isolation. However, no big job, no big money, no big (little) apartment. Oh well, punches, I'm rolling. I'm sharing the 2-level 4 bed/2ba house with some très cool people. There's even a little nook for guests! (You know who you are, you all better start looking for flights!)

Did I mention I'm happy? Very.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Please keep me accountable.

Such a double-edged sword, this technology. More often than not, yes, technology is great. But the little things, the heated debates over the names of the last five Secretaries of State*, Pam Anderson's cup size** (this actually came up at dinner last night), or just exactly how to spell and pronounce the name of that pesky Icelandic volcano***. Mysteries in life are solved with the flash of an iPhone. Debate is healthy, fun! This generation is going to lose the ability to reach back into the recesses of our brains where 9th grade social studies is tucked away, and recall actual facts shoved in there. We're going to have hearing problems from the earbuds constantly shoved into our heads, carpal tunnel from the excessive amount of texting, and lose all concept of social interaction. Jane Austen would be appalled.

Here's my other problem with technology and this overly connected world via cell phones and the Internet: Stalking. That nasty little habit of Googling his or her name as soon as you find out a detail, any detail about a person. You don't even need a last name anymore, Good Lord. Stop Googling, people! Savor those first few dates and relish in the get-to-know-you moments before friending him on Facebook reveals that Charlie belongs to a Twilight fan club. And I hate deciphering text messages and im's, and having to ask my girlfriends what he really means by this, and it's been 3 hours, why hasn't he responded--was my last message too clingy?? Ugh.

From this point forward, I will NOT preemptively stalk a person so that I can get to know them the old-fashioned way. I can't promise not to go crazy over misinterpreted texts and ims--I need a little fuel to fire my neuroses. But the stalking, I will really make an effort. No más, lo prometo.

*H. Clinton, C. Rice, C. Powell, M. Albright, W. Christopher. Yes, I had to look up Warren Christopher.
**We aren't sure whether this is pre or post latest boob job, but reports say DD.
***Eyjafjallajokull: "AY-yah-fyah-lah-YOH-kuul"