Soggy Saltines
i feel like old crackers.
a little stale. not inedible, just mushy and slightly gross. i blame work.
not that i don't like my job, it's just i don't really like jobs in general. my brain is slowly sludgifying.
ergo; i needs me a project.
i've been thinking about taking an improv course. not because i want to be on stage, but because i want to keep my mind sharp like an artisan farmhouse cheddar. to have a regular get-out-of-the-house activity. to not be counting the days until i get hitched and can get on a plane with no plans to return.
also, maybe i should take me some spanish lessons. and join a gym or something.
but not a gym, because i just don't ever see myself working out in a gym. i just want something involving excercise that is NOT yoga. i'm so sick of yoga. horse racing, maybe? circus acrobatics? the luge?
where can one learn to luge in the castro?
or is that an obscene question?
i spoked with the mo this weekend. she made all sorts of interesting new years resolutions. i have made none. mo is giving up one thing each month this year to see how she feels without it. she's on alcohol now. then coffee. then dairy. then meat. then refined sugar. then money. then feet. one month without feet. that's commitment. she also says each week she goes to kick boxing, yoga, swimming and the gym. i hate her.
also, matt has returned from brazil. married. that's interesting. he needs a job that pays "over the poverty limit" so he can sponser his new brazilian wife. maybe i'll hire him to teach me spanish?
right now all i can say is: donde estas la esquella des llamas?
i'm also sorry to read that the great johnny carson, the king of late night, has passed away. let us all take a moment to hit an imaginary golf ball in his honor.
that man changed the world with jokes. with his passing the world is a little less cool.
Work makes me mushy as well. There's this glaze that settles over me, and it's hard to shake at the end of the day. Improv is great. It's been years since I did any, but I remember feeling more mentally healthy than at any other point in my life. It's great fun, and somehow I think it helps you work out the demons. It's also scary. But classes are safe.
As for resolutions, I have some, and it occurs to me that giving things up is far easier than doing new things. I can not smoke dope without a problem, but going on a walk every day? That is easily forgotten.
-Tano
you could take up street luge. it seems like you could practice on market street, starting at the top where it meets portola, and careen down to the bottom, past your house and shoot through the castro. don't forget to be extreme!
as for mo, does she go back on the things she gives up the next month? or does she progressively go on with less and less things, ending up ascetic and footless?