No, not that kind of email.
I received an email today.
It started, “I received your dreadful email last April and it has taken this long to respond to it.” It was from the proprietor of a small bed and breakfast inn in the Sierra foothills.
A couple of years ago, my fiancé (at the time, just a friend-with-’privileges’)and I had gone there after a week long Yosemite backpacking trip. He splurged on it for us. We were exhausted and we had found ourselves in this little town with no where to sleep.
Honestly I got too scared researching “scary hallways” for a photo. So here’s a regular one. Read more...
Yup! I decorated my shelter with a flower cuz I’m a girl like that. :)
I built my own shelter! I learned how to purify water with a hot rock! But most of all, I learned how to make fire from scratch! (We did the bow method.)
This is the most f’ing fun I’ve ever had!
This would be the most perfect first date! Take a survival course together! See if you guys can work together and not kill each other in the first 3 hours!
So much better than an expensive dinner! So much better than coffee!! So much better than talking about who you are: just be who you are and build a shelter dammit! Read more...
Honestly, how the hell am I here?
Where are all the people my age? Where are you?
Granted, no one’s age is anyone’s business. (Well, maybe your doctor should know.) But sometimes I want to make a reference to -I dunno, a Big Sister commercial- and it makes me feel like a relic when all I get are a crowd of blank stares.
1. The hottest guy at the table, yeah? You could have given birth to him.
2. The conversation steers towards how much they’ve outgrown partying since they left college… 3 years ago.
3. Everyone’s done Cochella and Burning Man… but have only a vague memory of Lollapalooza.
“There are three kinds of outdoor adventures. 1) when you’re having fun at what you’re doing 2) when something goes slightly wrong and you have a good story to tell 3) things go really wrong and you live to have a great story to tell.”
She smiled at me as she finished the above quote. It was from “The Dirtbag Diaries”, a rock climbing podcast series.
Currently, we were having adventure of the #2 kind: we had gone bouldering and when we returned to our campsite, it was camp Armageddon. The wind had blown all the tents away, sleeping bags strewn along the road, ice coolers toppled and beer rolling on the gravel. All the other tent owners were going up to each campsite as if they were passengers on the Titanic: “Have you seen my tent? It was grey, with blue trim, and said North Face on the side.” Read more...
No, I don’t!!! Argh!!!
I double-space after a period. Yup. I love my double-spacing.
I didn’t even notice when double-spacing went out of vogue; and yet I’m a stickler for knowing when to use “your” and “you’re” or “were” and “we’re”, and don’t get me started on hanging prepositions.
But apparently, we only need one space after the period!!!!
This is where I show my age: I learned to type on a (gasp!) typewriter. I freakin LOVED the typing class!!!! It was at an all-girls school in San Francisco, and imagine 25 girls banging away at typewriters!!! It was FREEDOM!!!! We could be as loud as we wanted! Our teacher had to yell for us to stop. Read more...
We had backpacked here once upon a time.
“I’m gonna take care of you.”
It has been 10 months and 2 weeks since my fiancé died. He used to say that to me, you know, before he died and all.
I remember when he used to say it. He used to say it when we sat in the car in traffic as he was dropping me off at the airport so I could do work in some forgotten US city. Or at the kitchen table when I made a bad meal that was inedible even to me. He used to say it after sex and we’d be sleepily staring at each other seeing who would fall asleep first. He would say it when we were backpacking and I would be frustrated cuz our chosen campsite was a long walk from water. Read more...
Would YOU buy it?!?
Okay, I’m in escrow. Yay? NOOOOO!
I have never been in escrow, nor have I ever written a check out for thousands of dollars and not sweated it. I am a first-time home buyer and I have not slept since I signed the offer papers! I don’t make a lot of money (I make so little, I actually qualify for low-income programs believe it or not) and buying in the SF Bay Area is ridiculously expensive (probably only second in unaffordability next to NYC’s crazy prices) and I’m now a single person buying it all alone so no one to help me out if the stove blows up or if the toilet flows into the neighbor’s bathtub… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! But I was lucky to find a very small studio condo in an amazing vibrant neighborhood of Oakland (a safer part of Oakland!) with a great walk score in my miniscule price range! With parking! 10 minutes, yes 10 minutes, from my work! I could even bike to work! Of course I made an offer! Read more...
Those houses are worth 3-7 MILLION dollars?!?! Whaaa?!?
Well, the median price of a home in San Francisco tops $1 million dollars. That’s the AVERAGE home price.
How does a $30,000/year employee of a non-profit theater buy a modest home here?
I wish a “House Hunters” camera has followed me these last few weeks. It would be a “House Hunters- People with No Money” special edition.
House #1: a 1-bedroom condo in an up-and-coming area!!!
Asking price: $96,0000
Too good to be true? Something below the $250,000 mark this close to San Francisco?!? Read more...
A question to start your year.
I remember in my 20′s, there was a very popular book called “The Book of Questions”. It contained questions you would ask your best friends over cans of crappy beer while sitting around in your dorm room in between study sessions pored over biology textbooks.
There was one question that rang so loud in my consciousness, that I still ask it of myself everyday. The question was (and I’m paraphrasing here):
WOULD YOU RATHER LIVE A LIFE OF TRULY AMAZING HIGHS BUT COUPLED WITH MONUMENTAL LOWS, OR A LIFE OF STABILITY?
My own answer has flip-flopped many times over the years, but what would you choose? Why? Really. Why? I think that’s where the human soul gold is. In that “why”. Read more...
Oh god, I must be a hippie.
Why oh why do we need a reservation for a CAMPGROUND?!?
Is this how the world works? Does anyone still just jump in their car and see ‘where the world takes you’?
Remember the days when you could just pull up into a car campground and with a humble offer of weed and/or alcohol or food, you could guarantee a shared campsite with a bunch of homeless annual rock climbers?!?! (Okay, you’re right, that method still works.) Read more...
Think this but with a motorcycle helmet.
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.”
That is the thought going on repeat thru my head as I watch my friend’s new workshop production featuring a fully-enacted motorcycle crash complete with dancers and flying motorcycle helmet.
This is all preceded by a monologue in which choice statements ring true of past conversations I’ve had with said-friend: “My fiance was on his way home for lunch” “His motorcycle was clipped by a car” “He was coming home early for me” and other things even here I’d like to keep a bit more private. Read more...
Paul Walker and his Fast and Furious family.
“Heaven must be full of angels. So many have departed this year.”
Someone wrote that on his Facebook wall about a month ago.
Death is a strange bedfellow, we americans are more insulated from it than say, an Afgan or a Chad or Niger citizen, but there the grim reaper sits… ready.
I didn’t know Paul Walker the actor myself, but a lot of the YOMYOMF crew did. They’ve either acted with him or have directed him or have had a late night dinner with him. And although Justin and I haven’t talked much in the last few years (he’s always off filming that Fast and Furious thing), I know his feelings run deep for those people in whom he places his trust. Read more...