"I suppose there are people who can pass up free guacamole, but they're either allergic to avocado or too joyless to live."— Frank Bruni

Tuesday, October 24, 2006


  • "The books on the shelf have no more importance/For all that I have read/And for the little that I have learned /Nothing is left/besides the desire/to see you." ~Herbert Vianna, Mensagen de Amor
  • Kenneth Kahn - professional clown and mayoral candidate of Alameda
  • Case-control studies - their strengths and weaknesses
  • Edamame, lightly salted
  • The rockin' beats of Putumayo
  • The rockin' beats of Phoenix
  • The "Running Divas"

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

...in the mirror

So while plucking unwanted hair off my face, mostly in the brow area, I had a nice little self-realization session in the mirror. Very intimate. I realized the following that makes me want to say to new people I meet "Why would you want to talk to me?" This is what came to mind in the 10 or so minutes in front of the mirror:

I'm a dark, pessimistic, angry and insecure person.

I don't see the point of having pets.

I hate it when people say all in one breath as if it's all one word: "HiHowareyou?"
I then reply with "fine" or sometimes a "fine, thank you." I never ask how they are because I don't like how the "How are you" has fused with the "hi," not meant to be an actual question to be answered, but rather a habitual slur of words.

When I am faced with stupidity or nonsense expressed through a comment, my face of disbelief of how stupid this person really is is intentionally exaggerated to express my disbelief and well.. how irritated I am.

I judge just about everyone, which is normal, but almost always believe my first judgement as being correct. There's no giving someone a chance with me.

I have a chip on my shoulder.

I hate everyone.