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this is jeff (the boy living in my room right now), adam (the 27 year old birthday boy looking brooklyn pimp), and me.

this is a picture of adam’s hedgehog. hedgie. or hedwig. or turpentine.

after dinner tonight i stabbed myself in the finger with this ingenious device where you put in disposable needles and push a button and it pops up thru this plastic lid and pricks you. then i put the blood on this little strip which hooks into a tiny little machine which measures blood sugar. generally one is supposed to be between 80-100 all the time, though after a meal you can be up as high as 145 and still be ok, blood sugar wise. i am always (so far) under 145. once i ate this huge handful of taffy, some chocolate, and a BLT with avocado and was still only a 114. tonight i ate masses of tasty thai food and fried banana with coconut ice cream and was still only 99. it’s amazing that my blood sugar level is so low considering my eating habits. but there you have it. one of the fun things about me doing this every time i’m at my mom’s house is the cringing cry-baby fit i have every time i try to push the button to stab myself. i am such a wuss.

part #1: pam, (ady’s friend who was also at the DMB concert) sent me a link to her pictures. I am putting my favorite two up here for you to see.

part #2:

mark cunningham is going to be at a book signing/store birthday party TOMORROW (Saturday, September 18) at Orinda Books (Kim’s mom’s store) from 11am-3pm. if you can go, you should, to be supportive. also to celebrate the bookstore b-day party and meet other celebrity authors such as Michael Chabon, James Dalessandro, Sheldon Siegel, Ayelet Waldman, David Corbett, and Adair Lara. all the authors will be available for signings. if you need a ride, i am going out to the east bay tomorrow but not coming back till late, so you’d have to bart back. but i can pick up and take anyone who is interested.

also, cake and balloons! delicious and helium-induced gagging!

last weekend was a weekend of visitors. they were fun, frisky, and flirty. and i took pictures of them. in the sun. because that is where we spent the whole weekend. except for that small interlude under the stars.

with marina on saturday, we had a picnic at the palace of fine arts. which was lovely. and then went to ocean beach for a bonfire with marshmallows which i managed to boil and bubble. plus there was some wonderful flinging of ourselves around and to the ground in dead faints and being buried by rugs as we acted out poems from the amphigorey. to the amusent of all present, and the complete lack of amusement of the glass bottle police patrol. sucked dry by leeches, suck this.

on sunday with nuala and ady (and ady’s friend pam), i went to the dave matthews band concert in golden gate park to celebrate charity. i lay on the ground and ate everyone else’s food. DMB was delightful, as was the happy sun shiny singing audience. (i don’t have pictures of this but) then we went out to dinner (joined by marina and jason) to sushi where i ate everyone else’s food and we laughed at lushes to the left of us. or right, if you were nuala. um, or jason. well and really, ady was sort of diagonally across from me. but still to the left. whatever.

all the pictures are in the same folder. the saturday ones are pages 1-4 and the sunday ones are pages 5-7.

first order of business: this is post #500. wacky.

more importantly, i just went to a 3 hour free lunch of women. lots and lots of women. being all womanly. which in this case appears to mean: picking at salads, avoiding the carbs inherent in the bread roll, being chatty, and anti-men. (I mopped my salad bowl with the bread after layering it with butter, attempted to disappear into the chair fabric so as not to be a charming luncheon conversationalist partner, and was anti-men [it’s not hard].)

in addition we looked at beautiful photographs of geisha taken by the guest lecturer, while i avoided my history teacher, terrified she would ask me how my paper was going.

labor day bbq party pictures

yesterday i had a 12 hour date. and realized what a huge nerd i really, really am. due to many factors, which include: the large number of bad movies i’ve seen, my reading tastes of terry pratchett, and my tendency to play a game where the currency is meat. but also i realized that boy nerds like girl nerds. so that’s ok.

there’s a boy living in my room. his name is jeff. supposedly it’s only for 3 weeks. my rapidly beating heart screams that even 3 minutes is too long for a boy to be squatting in my room in close proximity to old writings and potential secrets. but today he installed a door knob in the garage door and my mother vocally fantasized about all the other things he might fix before he leaves. i think she’s enjoying the whole indentured servant thing.

lindsay came to visit recently (friend from college in washington). and we went out to dinner in jack london square. i did what i always do. viciously snap pictures when people weren’t looking. sadly this always seems to amount to a lot of pictures of people’s rear ends.

being alone for the first time in two weeks is odd. it’s like missing a limb. not that i would know what that feels like. i could try sitting on my hand for a while and then flap it around uselessly until the blood came back, but that’s really not going to compare. now kim is buying plates and lamps without my creative input. which basically means that she doesn’t get me making absurd comments about patterns looking like germs under a microscope.

i realized some things on this trip across the country with kim. and one of the most important things i came to understand is that i can never, ever, ever live anywhere besides the west coast. california, oregon, and washington, you are all i have, if you will have me. some places were beautiful, or gorgeous even. some had nice people who would call me endearments, but no place was home.

driving back to my apartment yesterday i saw the spire of the church bell tower on my campus in the distance and almost cried with delight. i missed it. i actually missed a bell tower in a city i don’t even like to live in that much. i missed my mom’s house, i missed my cats, i missed my apartment, i even missed my neighborhood. i missed the smell, the weather, the competent merging traffic, the atmosphere.

people are different everywhere but you are always the same. i am a product of my upbringing and that stamps me as a californian down to every finger and toe. i belong in the bay area because it resides in me.

which is not to say that i didn’t take entirely too many pictures of all these exotic locales that we travelled thru. they can be found here and are broken into the various states. in particular i recommend the following pictures/movies. so if you look at nothing else, at least catch these.

kim and i at arches national park in utah.

a video of me beating up a cattle guard. truly excellent when you actually know what a cattle guard is.

swine barn at the missouri state fair.

kim on a trampoline in st. louis, missouri

kim and i emerging into sunlight after being on a tour of mammoth caves national park.

kim gaining KoL adventures by eating white castle fries and me doing the same

vidoe of me pretending to be a mountain lion on the blue ridge parkway. and kim laughing at me.

jolie and i on her bed in maryland

there’s also a video tour given by kim of her new apartment. but i’m having some troubles uploading it. i’ll let you know when it’s up though. and really i recommend a lot more pictures than just these too. there’s some real gems in there.