I am really good at my job. Tonight I took deep breaths to take in the acknowledgement I was receiving from my boss: customers comment on how great I am, even when I'm not there. It's good to know I'm good.
Now if I could remember it.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Yesterday's Fortune
Yesterday's Chinese Fortune stick said all the stresses in my life would come to pass soon and I just had to hold tight and be gentle with myself. Damn if I ain't gonna try.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Friday the 11th of December
I love you because you love every part of me, even the ones I think no one should love.
One day, I hope I'll love me like that, too.
One day, I hope I'll love me like that, too.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Bach
My friend Emily took piano lessons and horse riding lessons growing up. I was fascinated by this; either possibility had never really crossed my mind for myself. Emily would compete in Bach Piano competitions as we got older. I went to one, piled in the suburban with the rest of her family. Emily wore a black dress, I think.
For her 20th birthday, I got us tickets to go hear a Bach concerto at the San Francisco Symphony Hall. We sat in the highest balcony, leaning over the curved marble edge to peer down at the musicians, the vocalists, the harpsicord.
All throughout the concerto, I got lost within the music, wandered in the music, scribbling on my arm with a black ink pen: I had forgotten to bring any paper at all, did not know I would need paper to record--record...--the thoughts that came to me, the lines of poetry.
Lately, I have wanted to find myself in a symphony hall once more. I don't think I would have ever listened to Bach before without Emily. I miss both of them.
For her 20th birthday, I got us tickets to go hear a Bach concerto at the San Francisco Symphony Hall. We sat in the highest balcony, leaning over the curved marble edge to peer down at the musicians, the vocalists, the harpsicord.
All throughout the concerto, I got lost within the music, wandered in the music, scribbling on my arm with a black ink pen: I had forgotten to bring any paper at all, did not know I would need paper to record--record...--the thoughts that came to me, the lines of poetry.
Lately, I have wanted to find myself in a symphony hall once more. I don't think I would have ever listened to Bach before without Emily. I miss both of them.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Best Christmas Card Yet
Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year
is what I should be saying.
However, I for one think that
"shibbang
bim bam
yeehaa"
sounds much better.
What do you reckon?
shibbang bim bam yeehaa it is!
and a Happy New Year
is what I should be saying.
However, I for one think that
"shibbang
bim bam
yeehaa"
sounds much better.
What do you reckon?
shibbang bim bam yeehaa it is!
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