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Sun, 27 Feb 2005 20:22:41 GMT

You Know You're From Silicon Valley When...

Your combined household income is $140,000 and you can't afford shoes for the kids
You think anything slower than DSL is barbaric, but can't get it in your neighborhood
You know what DSL stands for
You and your spouse almost come to blows deciding to hit Peet's or Starbucks
You think that American food includes sushi, naan, pho, pesto and pad thai
You met your neighbors once
When asked about your commute you answer in time, not distance
Even though you work 80 hours per week on a computer, for relaxation you read your email and peruse eBay
You have worked at the same job for a year and people call you an 'old-timer'
The T-shirts you value most were for products that never made it to market
You can name four different programming languages and you are not a programmer
You remember the names of the three closest cheap sushi joints, the location of all the Fry's in the area and which companies your friends work for that are going public in the next year, but don't know the name of the mayor
Standing in line at Starbucks you wonder why the employees don't call a head hunter
You work 6 miles from your home and spend two hours a day commuting and $40 a week on gas
Winter is when your lawn grows too fast and summer is when it dies
The median price of a house is $500,000...for 1200 sq. ft. with no yard because it's a town house
You live on some of the richest farm land in the world but most of what you eat comes from South America on a boat
Your best friend lives across town but you hardly ever see each other because after your commute you're too pooped to spend another hour driving to their home
You have a master's degree in engineering but half the people in your department either didn't go to college or have history degrees, except if you have a master's from Stanford, in which case everyone in your department has a master's degree from Stanford
You cringe when you see people in suits at your office, wondering if someone in management will make you stop wearing bunny slippers
You plan your vacation so that you don't have to drive back from the airport in commute hours
You don't go to sporting events unless you are given tickets by your employer
You could sell your home and live like a king in 99% of the rest of the world, but don't because it would be difficult to move back.
You have at least three computers at home.
You own at least one domain on the Internet, probably several.
You think it's normal to see chip-design software or relational databases advertised on freeway billboards.
You know that California isn't just one big beach.
You know that not everyone in California surfs.
You know there's lots of skiing in California.
You know your rotating outage block number at home and at work, and listen for them whenever there are rolling blackouts.
If someone refers to "SunnytogaDeAnzavale Road", you laugh and know what they're talking about.
You take your out-of-town friends to see the techie gadgets at Fry's. But you don't let them buy anything.
You know how to recognize re-sealed returned electronics at Fry's.
You don't ask the staff any questions at Fry's. You know they hire idiots and pass the savings on to you.
You watch dot-com boomers go back to the states they came from, and the traffic gets better by the month. But you are home so you're not moving.
You own a Sport Utility Vehicle and have never taken it off-road. You wouldn't know what to do if you tried. Same with all your friends.
You don't know how to drive in snow. You're a road hazard when you visit the mountains.
You think the horn and middle finger are essential driving tools.
You think bicycles don't belong on the road.
You think any car ahead of you doesn't belong on the road.
Your out-of-state friends are impressed at how much money you make... until you tell them how much you pay for housing.
You know that a "fixer-upper" home could cost a half-million dollars.
You do a "California stop" at stop signs. And you think it's only Californians who call them that.
You aren't bothered much by earthquakes because you're ready for them. But the thought of tornadoes and hurricanes terrifies you.
You clearly remember where you were when the Loma Prieta quake hit.
You know several funny stories about swimming pools in the quake.
You can't recognize a thunderstorm without seeing lightning first.
You cringe when a Southern Californian refers to highways like "the 101". It's just "101". No "the".
You call low clouds "fog" even if they're hundreds of feet off the ground.
At least once you have gone to San Francisco for the day wearing shorts and a t-shirt because it was a warm clear day in San Jose. And you froze your little *@#!% off in the fog, drizzle and wind.
You say you're from Silicon Valley because no one knows where San Jose is.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Silicon Valley.

You Know You're From the Bay Area When...

You get the same off-color email joke from 17 people in the same hour, and one of them is your wife.
Your "personal shopper" has become engaged to your "career coach".
You know that "taking the Nerd Bird" means you're flying to L.A ... for the 3rd time in a week.
You have a daughter named Meg and a son named URL.
You bought stock in Starbucks just for the free chocolate-covered coffee beans.
You recently built your children their first "tilt-up" concrete playhouse.
Almost all of the companies featured on your resume are no longer in business.
You make $120,000 a year, yet still can't find a place to live.
Your commute time is 45 minutes and you live 8 miles away.
You live an hour or more from the office so that you can afford a larger house.
You spend more time in your office and car than in your house.
You stop asking how much things cost, but instead ask "how long will it take?"
Two-thirds of the people you know are from Boston or New York, but you are living in PST.
You know vast differences difference between Thai, Vietnemese, Chinese, Japanese, Cantonese, and Korean food.
Your home computer contains mostly hardware/software that is not on the consumer market yet.
You go to "The City" on weekends but don't live there because you like your car.
You think that "I'm going to Fry's" is an acceptable excuse to leave the office for a while, and your boss does too.
You lost your alarm clock, but you'll get to work when you get there.
You go to an industrial-heavy-metal bar and see two guys get into a fight over what flavor of Unix is better.
You own more than 10 articles of clothing that have hardware/software companies printed on them. Bonus for embroidered stuff.
You know where Woz Way, Resistor Avenue, and Floppy Drive are located.
You know who and where Woz is.
You know that 280 North goes west and that 680 North goes east.
It rained ... and your birdbath fell over ... or your tree fell over ... or a utility pole fell over.
It rained ... and the spiders came in ... and the ants came in ... and the mice came in.
You realize that even though Microsoft employs quite a few programmers in the Bay Area, they only work on PowerPoint.
You see a billboard that says "FPG2ASIC" and understand what it means.
You can get the updated Diamond Monster 3D drivers by just walking across the street.
The phone company installed fiber-optic cable to your home but they can't afford to light it up.
You have more bandwidth inside your home than there is in most major universities.
Your wireless LAN is interfering with your wireless phone and your home automation system.
None of the people you work with are bible thumpers.
You get email from a co-worker at 10:00PM ... and you are both still in the office.
You scan yardsales for back issues of "Dr. Dobbs."
Your favorite computer reseller speaks only Cantonese.
Your workplace vending machines dispense "100% natural twig-bars" right next to Jolt cola and Instant Espresso mix.
No one brings radios to work because they listen to RealAudio.
There are more than six Z3s parked at your office during weekdays.
There are more than six Z3s parked at your office during weekends.
The Z3s are gradually turning into SUVs.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from the Bay Area.

You Know You're From San Francisco When...

You take a bus and are shocked that 2 people are carrying on a conversation in English.
Someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think of steak.
You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule because you know the drivers have never seen it.
A really great parking space can move you to tears.
You know that anyone wearing shorts in July must be visiting from Ohio.
You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits.
Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers"....and it's not the first time you have seen him/her nude.
You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between yoga, aroma therapy, conversational mandarin or a building your own web site class.
You haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first month you moved to SF and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Coit Tower if your life depended on it.
You were born somewhere else.
Left is right and right is wrong.
Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income.
You dive under a desk whenever a large truck goes by.
You can't find your other earring because your son is wearing it.
Your family tree contains "significant others."
Your cat has its own psychiatrist.
Smoking in your office is not optional.
You pack shorts and a T-shirt for skiing in the snow, and a sweater and a wetsuit for the beach.
Rainstorms or thunder are the lead story for the local news.
Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the US
A man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You don't even notice.
Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.
You give a "thumbs up" gesture to a car with a "Free Tibet" bumper sticker - and you mean it.
When you drive under an underpass - for one moment you think "earthquake".
You realize the only Republicans you know are your Aunt and Uncle in Texas.
You realize there are far more Rainbow flags in the city than California State Flags.
You go to your office manager's baby shower - the parent's are named Judy and Becky.
When your church elects a new Bishop who abandoned his family and two young daughters to fulfill his sexual urges with another man.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from San Francisco.

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now that i can legitimately do nothing and not feel guilty about it...

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 21:21:48 GMT

here you go, sarah...

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
V
Nika
Fish (no kidding.)

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
that i never use?
deiski06
aznjoogrl
(and the one that i won't mention cuz i use it to check up on you.)

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
ability to stay calm when things get crazy
inhibitions? what inhibitions? (almost)

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
i'm kinda annoying
hairy arms...not that i'm doing anything about it
i wish i was a little bit taller (i wish i was a baller)

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
Ukrainian
Californian
Contrary to popular opinion, I am not Chinese, Japanese, or Korean.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
knuckles/backs/other joints cracking
nuclear war
botox

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
loud music
salad from Usdan
dance shoes

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
a hand-me-down sweatery shirt with a hole in it
jeans
no shoes or socks. maybe that's why my feet are cold?

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists (at the moment)):
Bjork
Silverchair
Salvador Dalí (HA! you asked for ARTISTS!)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
Bush - Letting the Cables Sleep
Sting - Mad About You
Adriano Celentano - Pensieri Nascosti
(Can you tell I don't listen to the radio?)

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
not screwing up orgo
dancing in silver!
new recipes

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
dancing, or willingness to at least try
sincerity
no boring people, please.

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
i got an A in orgo
Tahoe is superior to both VT and NH in all ways
i'm going home tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
2 legs: no more, no less
green eyes
lack of self-centered-ness

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
lie well
stop eating
listen to certain people without laughing

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
dancing
skiing
like straightening my hair like all the time like cuz it's really pretty that way.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
go home
ski
finally put on some socks (damn my feet are cold)

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
Trauma doctor for a ski resort in the Andes
AIDS researcher/other virologist
professional ballroom dancer (i hope not, but it's a last resort...)

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
San Francisco
Thailand
South America (everywhere)

THREE KID'S NAMES:
Alvin
Simon
Theodore

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
live in Latin America for a year or two
go to med school
run a marathon

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO DO THIS, OR ELSE...:
i don't have enough LJ friends. the ones that would do this already have.

Sat, 02 Oct 2004 04:36:21 GMT

if anyone cares, sorry I don't write anything. i'm at brandeis, doing my work, dancing my dance, etc. and i'm reading everything you write. um...yeah, i've never been good at keeping these things up. i guess we wait until my next epiphany/rant.

Klub of Big Russian Humor What?

Wed, 18 Aug 2004 04:20:07 GMT

For those of you curious WTF I did last weekend, look: www.kabh.org. We won, we were funny stuff - and we went to NYC for it. Too bad nobody 'round here knows Russian...

(added later: for the rest of you)

No harm in looking?

Sun, 08 Aug 2004 04:33:50 GMT

I'm tired of being hassled when I walk outside. I'm sure street heckling is not new to any women. But I'm tired of it. It was funny, disturbing, entertaining, complimentary, and confusing the first 47 1/2 times. Now it's become insulting. I'm not a prostitute, nor do I dress like one. If I'm wearing shorts, it's because the weather is warm. If the shorts are...short...it's because that's the only style that sells nowadays. My bare legs, shoulders, back or whatever is not for you. I'm not walking on the streets because I want to be seen and noticed. I just don't have a car. If the bus wait is longer than it takes me to walk, I will walk.

That's it. Leave me alone.

There's no need to wave, call me sexy names, honk, or slow the car down. There's no need to stop the conversation you're having with your friends on the front porch to allow your gaze to slowly trail my footsteps. I don't need your attention, because I don't know you. If I want to feel pretty, I'll be satisfied with hearing it from my friends, my mother, my boyfriend, my husband, my roommates, or anyone else that I know. Just because I'm walking alone doesn't mean I'm lonely. It doesn't mean I'm available, or up for grabs, or interested, or loose, or too confident, or that I need an ego-boost. Just because you see me for a split second, it doesn't mean I need your approval.

Why should I think twice about what I wear before appearing on the sidewalk? If it's 75 degrees outside, why should I worry about covering the tight excercise clothes I'm wearing so that you'll ignore me? Why do you think you need to offer your opinion? Why, after decades of womens' rights movements, don't you get the point? Why should I, in bright daylight, think about asking for a ride home so I don't need to be ashamed of my body?

I wouldn't do it to you, because I respect your privacy. I don't know where you came from and what sort of life you're coming home to. I don't know who loves you, I don't know why your car is beat up, or where you got that great haircut. If I met you at a bar, I sure as hell wouldn't sleep with you that night.

It's not like me to wear a scowl instead of a grin, but that's what I do when I walk. I'm not a bitch, I just don't want to be visually undressed every three minutes.

Stop it. I'm not your Barbie doll. Don't pose me on your perverted little shelf.

My job rules.

Thu, 05 Aug 2004 15:30:08 GMT

Yesterday we went out to dinner after work to say goodbye to the lovely lab tech Mike (who is incidentally leaving for grad school at UCSF, in SAN FRANCISCO, CA). Free food woo!

Today we went to visit the new location the lab's moving to, which was having a picnic. So I had a lobster for lunch. Free food woo!

Sigh, life is hard as a scientist.

sneak preview

Sat, 31 Jul 2004 16:06:37 GMT

Maybe I'll post more details about my trip to Brazil...if not, just know it was beautiful and tons of fun.

For now, to see pics from the Rio Negro in the Amazon rainforest

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 20:59:22 GMT

yeah i've been back since saturday. more later.

olé, olé olé olé, olé, olé.

Wed, 07 Jul 2004 14:10:20 GMT

As long as I don't pull a "my mom" and miss my flight, I'm taking off for Brazil in 4 hours. See ya on the 24th.

moving right along

Sat, 19 Jun 2004 13:56:15 GMT

Been working steady now for 3 weeks, I think I'm getting the hang of it. I dont' have my own project, Tanya just conducts some of her experiments through me. She still says what comes next. Overall I'm doing pretty well. I don't contaminate things, and if I carry something through to the end I normally get pretty good data. If I make a mistake though, it's a big one. For example: She asked me to make some LB medium broth, so I counted out the correct numbers of capsules for each flask, lovingly autoclaved them into solution. Next morning, there's a beautiful even gel in each of my eight bottles and flasks. Gel does not = broth. There are two kinds of capsules - LB & LB Agar. LB Agar is for making plates. Guess which one I used. So I found that out on Thursday morning, and spent the first half hour of work getting all the gunk out. Then, that afternoon, I was doing a Maxi Prep (isolating DNA from large-scale bacteria growth). At the very last step, I forgot to put tubes under the filters, in order to catch the perfectly cleansed and precipitated DNA. So it filtered directly into the waste bucket. That was two days work down the drain...sigh. So as you can see, if I screw up - I do it grandiosely. People expect worse from undergrads apparently, so I just got lectured and that's about all. Apart from my boss's constant jabbering about the shortcomings of her colleagues and her own perfection, I'd say I got myself into a pretty sweet deal...as long as my paychecks make it to me (the people at HR think I work in a different lab...um...).

For the past 2 weeks I've been spending almost every weeknight and most of the weekend days at rehearsals for a Russian sketch comedy competition (KVN for those in the know...) that was supposed to happen in NYC this weekend. I don't really have a huge part on stage, but I have to help dress one guy backstage and move curtains and stuff. Or rather, I would have been doing that. Thursday night we found out that the captain of one of the other teams in the league passed away. There was a lot of late night discussion among the various team captains and administrators and so both semifinal games were cancelled for this weekend. SUCKS. It's very tragic of course (he was only 31 years old) but we'd spent so much energy on the preparation it was just a huge let down. They're planning on rescheduling for August/September. I'm hoping for August, so it's not during the school year. I just don't think I could put in the time, what with Ballroom stuff, and um...classes. I did it first semester freshman year, but I wasn't quite so busy back then. I'm still happy I got to do it, because I'm started to become friends with the team. It's a very fun and intelligent group, with quite a variety of ages. Everybody but one girl is older than me, some of them are close to 30. I don't mind, I haven't quite felt my age in a while.

"One cannot paint goodbye."

Sat, 12 Jun 2004 03:05:36 GMT

Yesterday I finished reading Lust for Life, by Irving Stone. Put quite simply, it's a biography of Vincent Van Gogh. A detailed, emotional, powerful biography. If you ignore the fact that all the poverty, brilliant passion, years of toil and complete ridicule by most of the world were actually part of a real man's life - then it's quite easily just an amazing book of fiction. This guy put his painting supplies and models and an entire town of impoverished coal miners above food, and was bedridden and feverish of malnutrition at least a dozen times, getting well each time only when someone happened to discover him. He failed miserably at so many occupations (including painting, since he only sold one picture in his lifetime), only because his better instinct would not allow him to work the way rules dictated in order to make money. Makes me feel like a spineless fool. I can only dream about finding something I can be that enthralled by, something that defines my very existence and that I would readily sacrifice every comfort in the world for. On the other hand, I don't think I've ever personally met anyone who actually lives by Van Gogh's standards. Seems like occupations are more of a commodity nowadays, and most people find something that doesn't completely disgust them while still bringing in enough money to keep them comfortable.

I've always had a sick desire to know what's like to really suffer, not just emotionally, but to be completely miserable and cast aside. I'm sure it's only glamourous in books, and that I should be grateful for everything that I have going for me, and for the fact that I have plenty of people behind me for support if I need help. But if I really had nothing, if I really had to pour my heart out to survive, if most of my family and friends thought I was a failure...would I end up with anything meaningful? Artistic suffering seems great, but it's just as likely that poverty is just that - common poverty. How do you know which one you'll get?

Van Gogh died of delayed suicide attempt. After his most productive period, he spent about a year in an insane asylum. Towards the end of his life, he had a nervous attack (or what they called "epileptic fits") full of hallucinations every three months. It took him so long to recover inbetween that he could hardly even work up enough motivation to paint by the time the next one was due. Mostly, his fits came on during a period of incredible creativity. He found the purest form of work, and it drove him crazy.

Was it worth the trouble of feeling so much pain, in order to create art that will last centuries (if art in general outlives our automated obsessions...but that's another question)?

working girl

Fri, 04 Jun 2004 03:32:20 GMT

Back in Waltham for the summer as of last Sunday. I'm all moved in to the apartment, and I started work on Tuesday.

The lab I'm working at is part of Partners HealthCare which is a big conglomerate of Boston hospitals and related institutions. Somehow my lab is also connected to Harvard (I dunno how), but so far I've heard the following lovely things about Harvard: "I've interfaced with some of the undergrads, they are the cockiest people I've ever met," and "In terms of money and equipment and endowments, they have a lot of resources. But the people they attract? Meh..." Haha. That's all I have to say.

It's an AIDS research lab. My boss is doing kinda genetics work - expressing genes on viral envelopes, SIV plasmids, sulfation on some sort of receptor...I don't really see the big picture yet, but hopefully I will later. She likes me so far and the only little mistake I made didn't really make any difference in the results. The lab has a lot of money so they get to order pretty much whatever they want and all the equipment is shiny and new and up to date. No plain ol' pipet bulbs for them - automatic suction thingies that run swimmingly. But the place produces more plastic waste than...than...most places! A lot, anyway.

Seem's like I'll get along just fine around here. Apart from the fact that my boss is a big fat racist (doesn't get through a day of work without a total volume of three fucked up comments about her coworkers, or reminding me of our superior "Russian breeding," etc.). But I have fun, there are actually some cool people. Also, she has no intention of me coming in at a particular time every morning, and continually sends me home at least 1/2 an hour early. I don't know how long this will last, but her parting words to me this afternoon were "Are you coming in tomorrow?" as though I had the choice, while being paid for 40 hrs a week. Whatev yo.

There's a 31-year-old German M.D./Ph.D. (his name sounds something like "Yentz") who was under the impression that he wasn't "that much" older than me who seems to have taken a liking to me...I think people have actually noticed, there were some funny smiles. Dude, it's only been three days, lay off. He seems quite amiable and our sarcasms get along very well, but um, I'm gonna have to go with...not really.

I've danced the past two nights - it's good to be back, but oh shit, I'm terrible. We took two group classes at Supershag last night and Peter seriously kicked my ass. My technique wilted over my two week sabbatical. But it's a great way to get rid of the chronic headache I've had this week during the work days. 15 minutes of good dancing does the trick. Georgi is leaving for a month and a half on Saturday, so I'll probably dance with him again tomorrow too. :( Sucks in a big way, I was just getting used to having a partner to practice with. I suppose Gwen and I will have to commiserate and practice alone together while our partners are out of the country. Or form a new partnership! Yeah right.

In order to stick to my regimen of <i>trying</i> to be in bed by midnight, I leave you here with the following quote from Yentz regarding medical school rotations as I was leaving the lab today:

"The four month gynecology rotation was horrible. My libido went *insert choking noise, nasty expression, and thumbs down signal*. Have a good night!"

at least i'm from san francisco

Sat, 29 May 2004 18:18:10 GMT

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.

Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.

Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.

Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".

The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.

The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.

so many accomplishments

Wed, 26 May 2004 07:07:45 GMT

Things I did today:

1.) Yellow Fever Vaccine shot, and got Typhoid Vaccine pills, and a prescription for Malaria medication, and a prescription for heavy-duty anti-diarrhea antibiotic medication (just in case we eat something!), and a lecture on everything we must and mustn't do in Brazil so we don't die.
2.) Immediately following 1.), paid my first visit to my new doctor...who has been my doctor for over a year...but that's ok. Had 2 vials of blood drawn, and discovered yet another thing my old doctor failed to do. Woot.
3.) Made banana/strawberry/raspberry/cherry and b/s/mango smoothies and french toast for lunch for two.
3.) Organized my mom's sewing supplies. No kidding: Elastic in one bag, ribbon etc. in another bag, spools of thread sorted, all the extra buttons matched, grouped and sorted by color. Never knew I was OC, but I guess it's never too late to start.
4.) Dropped off prescriptions.
5.) Attended Beginner and Intermediate level classes in Argentine Tango. It was actually a workout, as I can feel a few hours later. Feet have that familiar OWWWWWWW! feeling. Impressed myself and others, even though I really don't know what I'm doing. I've only had 4 classes, I've just had lots of practice following. Managed to fall on the floor while dancing with an instructor - what constitutes the beginning of a dip in Latin apparently does not mean the same thing in AT. But still. You're an instructor Ed, haven't you learned the quick-grab method of saving an overly-ambitious follower from embarrassment in front of a large group of people clearly belonging to a "wiser" generation?

And that was my day.

welcoming myself

Tue, 25 May 2004 00:14:18 GMT

Whee! I have an LJ! I am so cool.