i'm by no means a video-game geek, but this guy is turning every console he can get his hands on, into a portable.  geeky as hell,  but awesome.

Before my loyal readership gets all uppity about me not blogging,  let me throw a post up here. 

It is only 11am,  and i've already been up for five hours. 
This is not how I would voluntarily choose to start my week. 
Especially since i'm not even on-call, and could've taken care of this
particular errand on Saturday.  I had to wake up early in order to
haul my ass down the peninsula for my quarterly blood work in prep for
my two doctors appointments this week to discuss my diabetes. 

Somehow,  I made it in to the office by 9:30 am.

The weekend was wonderful.  IHOP biscuits and gravy for brunch on
Saturday,  an (expensive)  haircut (i don't think it looks
that different, but mon' disagrees),  the dog park,  dinner
at Tenichis,  the ghost hunt (led by an odd fellow who i've nicknamed, Count Schtickula),  drinks afterwards with new friends at Lions Pub, 
and a somewhat lazy sunday wandering through Costco with Monika. 
It didn't really sink in that we're together now until we were browsing
around Costco,  which is very much a couple-y
activity.   I think its still a little weird (but exciting)
for both of us,  given that we've been great friends since July
but have only recently started dating.  

I am incredibly excited for the Death Cab For Cutie show tonight at the
Warfield.  This is one of my favorite bands lately,  and I
hear that they are amazing in concert.  I think i'll be listening
to Plans and Transatlanticism all day today.

oh, and i'm also echoing these entries on my test-blog @ blog.pistol.net. 
enjoy the simulcast.....which will incorporate (knock on wood) daily
photographs as well as an automatically updated playlist so you can see
what i've been listening to in iTunes.  For the foreseeable
future,  my blog will still be hosted on xanga.

From time to time,  I take these online quizzes which i put about
as much stock into, as horoscopes and the like.  But somehow this
one managed to scare the shit out of me when I saw the results. 
My comments in italics.

Your power symbol: Four leaf clover
[i'm part irish and damn lucky, i can see it]


Your power month: December
[birthday, christmas, new years eve, being around family and friends for these. yes. definitely]

that there is a *fantastic* view of the city from the roof of my office
building.  between the poetry night and the movie,   i
showed monika the office where i work,  and i jokingly said we
should check out whether you could get to the roof by going up the
stairs.   bingo.

for some reason the door was open when we went up,  but it locked
as we walked back down from the roof.  perhaps i'll see if it is
possible to get a key so we can go up there and eat lunch overlooking
the City on our lunch break.  the view from our office is
good,  the view from the roof is that much better,  and
friday night? things just seemed perfect.

but now i have to go to bed,  a night of trivia games and
half-watching/half-dozing during "Shawn of the Dead" has made me
sleepy.  Thanks Mon,  Thanks Carrie for trivial
pursuit.  As that quote goes,  "To the victors,  goes
the breakfast."   

Highlight of the day:  Hanging out and chatting it up with Larry and Tammy, seeing the sunset in half moon bay
lowlight: driving to mountain terrace in woodside only to find out that they didn't have my spare insulin case and monika's id.

but something tonight really inspired me. okay. two things...meeting mister "cheap-sf" was cool.

but it was a poem that spoke to me,  not one which was spoken,  which i liked. i was never one for poetry analysis,  but there is a subtle sweetness about it.....

by Galway Kinnell

If one day it happens

you find yourself with someone you love

in a café at one end

of the Pont Mirabeau, at the zinc bar

where white wine stands in upward opening glasses,

and if you commit then, as we did, the error

of thinking,

one day all this will only be memory,

learn,

as you stand

at this end of the bridge which arcs,

from love, you think, into enduring love,

learn to reach deeper

into the sorrows

to come – to touch

the almost imaginary bones

under the face, to hear under the laughter

the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss

the mouth

which tells you, here,
here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

The still undanced cadence of vanishing.

oops, that was just high blood sugar,  i wasn't as sleepy as i thought. 

I had a very happy halloween,  but given my lack of sleep last
night,  i'm absolutely exhausted today.  I've been pounding
diet cokes all day,  and still find myself close to dozing
off.  It didn't help that I was on-call last night and awoke to a
call at 6:30 in the morning.   I'm very likely heading off to
the poker game tonight at Bayside.  Its been a couple weeks, 
and sf-newcomers is organizing a group for it so the game tonight
should be a bit busier (read: easier money) than usual.  
I've managed to leave with more than i came with,  the last few
times i've gone. 

Of course,  i'm also very tempted to stay home and watch a
dvd,  clean,  do laundry,  etc.   I guess if i
get knocked out early enough,  i'll be able to do both. =)

the song running through my head,  the melody,  not the
lyrics per se.  i know sometimes my loyal readers like to
attribute the lyrics i post to things which might be going on in my
life.  This is not one of those times.  It is just a damn
good song.  .

motion city soundtrack, "better open the door"

You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around it.
I cannot let you inside my cell for fear I'll sink the ship and drag us both down.

You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around it.
I cannot let you inside my cell for fear i'll sink the ship and drag us both down.

"swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen."

12 songs, 37 minutes on this mix cd.  a few more and ill be done. woohoo.

i like my mix cds to have titles,  even if there is no real theme
to the cd.  i was unsure of it until i heard this
song.   how about "just the prologue."  Not bad for
volume 1. 

oh, its been a while,  but i'm volunteering again tonight at the sf food bank. go onebrick!