I love Sundays. Lauren came over and chilled for most of the day; I made jerk chicken and we had that with cold Coronas and lime. The day was beautiful and we just kicked it like we were gonna live forever. I think the older we get with our increasing responsibilities, the more we have to strive to make time to just have fun and be.
Last night I was surfing radio stations for something different. I love KCRW because of how it exposes me to new and unique music that I don’t hear on the major stations. But in my sleep-deprived, delirious state, I thought I would just surf around and try to find those really small “mom and pop” stations.
I listened to a Spanish station for a while and I noticed how you can distinguish real music from consumer-oriented pop music, even if the songs are in a different language. You can feel the level of “soul” in the track if you really attune yourself.
I found a station where a woman was narrating in a foreign language. Mind you, I was doing this at 3:30AM so I was pretty exhausted, but I had a hard time telling which language she was speaking in at first. My first thought was Italian, then Japanese. Those seem like completely different languages, but because I was so tired, I could hear similar linguistic characteristics between the two. Then I realized it was Korean because I know a few random words in Korean. I thought it would be interesting to try to listen to the woman in a way that completely ignores the words in order to focus on the underlying meaning. It suddenly intrigued me how the American Indians were able to communicate with the settlers. How were some Indians able to learn English, given that they had no basis for understanding this completely foreign system of communication? It amazes me. I was sitting there, listening to this woman speak, imagining how, if I completely surrounded myself with this language, constantly listened to speakers and had no language guides such as books or tapes, I would still be able to eventually understand the language. Isn’t it amazing how something can have no meaning at one point, and suddenly have such clear, definite meaning at a later point?
I got really sleepy so I wanted some mellow music to fall asleep to. I surfed until I found what I thought was a classical station. Turned out to be a show that played movie scores (called The Dark Room, 2am to 4am, Saturdays, 90.7FM). I love movie scores…fell asleep to some great tracks.
So Lauren and I just suddenly realized that people who blog a lot, are so incredibly obviously not getting laid. It’s like waving a huge red flag.
In other news, just posted photos on my website in the Photo section and bio page. I’ll link everyone up with their own profiles when I have more time.
I realized today….there’s something incredibly noble about someone who can admit that he or she is lonely.
4/24 Recap:
Lauren and I were good today and went to the gym in the morning. Later, Brian and I went to lunch at Coral Tree Cafe in Brentwood; I highly recommend the chicken panini. I’ve discovered the problem with Brentwood (other than the innocent celebrities who kill their ex-wives). There are too many Type A personalities and too few parking spaces. When I was looking to buy a condo, I checked out a lot of places in Brentwood and my #1 complaint was the parking situation. I figured, no one would ever visit me because they wouldn’t be able to find a place to park.
I went home and napped for the rest of the day. Seriously. Work stress is killing me. But here’s the thing. I went into my supervisor’s office yesterday and more or less asked for less work and more money. And he agreed, though he’s going to have to take it up with the owner. But my mom has called me every other day for the past three weeks, ever since I told her that our building has an asbestos situation, begging me to leave the job. So if they come back and give me less work and more money, do I still tell them that I won’t work there unless they move the company to a less hazardous building? Originally, I had wanted to leave but give them the option of keeping me on as a marketing consultant so I can work from home. I have no idea what to do. I just know that I’ve been getting sick a lot more since I started working there, and I’ve had a two week headache lately so I’m definitely heading towards burnout. I can’t imagine how associates at the big law firms do it. Most of my friends who are lawyers do the 80 hrs a week for a couple of years out of law school but then move on, but I swear those two years take about 15 off their lifespans.
I went with Roxie, Penny and Lizzy to an art event at Imee’s artist’s space downtown. There was a lot of interesting art…but my favorite thing was a bookshelf in the bathroom where Imee stored her books. There was a copy of “Anal Pleasure and Health” next to Dr. Seuss’s “Green Eggs and Ham.” Completely unintentional but hilarious. I should have taken a picture.
I got a little bit bored after the first hour so I walked around the block. There was a 98 Cent store across the street and that cracked me up. Not 99 Cent, but 98 Cent. It reminded me of that hitchhiker in There’s Something About Mary (not 8 minute abs, but 7 minute abs). It’s an even BETTER bargain. On a wall in this little alley, someone had tagged his or her name in blood. I stood there staring at it, trying to imagine the magnitude of anger this person must have.