I need another job. Reason number one- I am running out of money. Reason number two- Too much free time and I get bored. Reason number three- Im not getting hit on at bars, I need to try a new venue.
Although I would like a restaurant job, Im not so sure Im willing to put in the time cruising up and down the streets begging every restaurant to hire me. Ive done that, it's worked, but I didn't feel like looking pitiful. I thought about working at REI. I still might. But getting the application back there is a pain in the ass. Its not on any main bus routes. And I would ride my bike there but the tire has been flat for weeks (never mind that there are like 4 bike shops within blocks of my house). Then a friend suggested getting a job at _________. ___________ I thought. Ok. Sounds easy enough. I wouldn't have to do much. Be friendly, smile, I would get to catch up on my gossip in People and US Weekly. Cake.
I applied, and a few days later, viola, I got a call. Well that feels nice. I walked in there like they were going to hand me the W-9 and I would be working by the weekend. And after the interviews it sure felt like that. To me Im pretty damn qualified. Im reliable. Educated. I don't mind cleaning toilets (I did do it for an entire summer once). Hell, If their not going to hire me, who are they going to hire?!
Well, a few days later and here I am. Rejected, and by an e-mail. Who does that? REI here I come. And yeah, Ill work weekends.
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dinner
Just when I thought I had seen everything in San Francisco a typical Tuesday night dinner was made memorable when an enormous gorilla wearing a pink tutu entered the $15/ plate tapas restaurant. I honestly can't get enough of this city. Just when I think its too small, or the streets are too dirty, or my corner is too loud. Something random like that happens and it makes me like the city even more.
football season 2007
What's really to say. Upset's all over the place. 49ers actually won. The Raiders actually weren't annoying. New York got kicked on either end. And the Pat's almost lost it to a team that hasn't shown much all season. What is going on. Oh wait, but there's more. How about college football. Missouri beat Kansas...what? UCLA shut out Oregon, and Hawaii is the only team 11-0.
Should be a slue of interesting bowl games.
Should be a slue of interesting bowl games.
child actors pullin it through
My loving, normal white picket fence, yet dysfunctional family took this weekend to enjoy the cinema, glued our eyes to the boob tube, and took many trips to the video store in search of a relaxing and satisfying film experience. This is our story.
I rarely buy the newspaper. Not because I don't enjoy reading it but because I don't have that much time to read the paper. Last week however I threw my 25cents down on the counter and picked up a paper. I read it on the bike as I pathetically got my body ready for the gorging of calories that was to follow. The date book section of the paper specifically caught my eye because it had three film reviews front and center. Im not one to read reviews of films, simply because If it appeals to me Im going to go, regardless! Well, silly me, I read these reviews, I took the seasoned advice of the film expert of the Chronicle, and gosh darn it how I was disappointed. Whoever wrote the outstanding review for Enchanted must expect five year olds to be the only people reading the reviews.
Every now and then when I catch a new Disney film come along and I am thankful that I grew up in a time of honest, amazing, entertaining, and captivating films (biased thoughts yes) such as Cinderella, Lion King, and Alladin. After reading the review I expected some hilarious Pixar like film that appeals to children but has inside humor for the adults. Oh no, how I was wrong. Besides the fact that I wish more films would screw the rules of Hollywood and break into song every so often, as this one did, it almost ruined my view of sexy Patrick Dempsey, and made me wish I could get my $10 back. I find Amy Adams to be an amazing actress, but her role was almost completely upstaged by the absolutely adorable Rachel Covey.
August Rush is one of the coolest names ever, too bad the film lacked attention to detail, pace, and story. Its as if she (Kirsten Sheridan the director) was in a rush to get to the big heartfelt finale, without really figuring out what excatly the story should be about. Most of the dialogue was unrealistic, most of the actions felt forced, and the first thirty minutes could have been cut altogether. It also reafirmed the fact that I still do not like Keri Russell's acting and despite how cute Jonathan Rhys Meyers is I would like to see him in a different type of role. maybe I should have watched The Tudor's. I am being really negative. On a positive note the doe eyed Freddie Highmore is amazing...as usual.
What am I complaining about really. I wasn't going to see any of these films in the theaters (renters) but got suckered in by the damn reviews and went. So really, its my fault.
note: im prepared to stick my foot in my mouth
I rarely buy the newspaper. Not because I don't enjoy reading it but because I don't have that much time to read the paper. Last week however I threw my 25cents down on the counter and picked up a paper. I read it on the bike as I pathetically got my body ready for the gorging of calories that was to follow. The date book section of the paper specifically caught my eye because it had three film reviews front and center. Im not one to read reviews of films, simply because If it appeals to me Im going to go, regardless! Well, silly me, I read these reviews, I took the seasoned advice of the film expert of the Chronicle, and gosh darn it how I was disappointed. Whoever wrote the outstanding review for Enchanted must expect five year olds to be the only people reading the reviews.
Every now and then when I catch a new Disney film come along and I am thankful that I grew up in a time of honest, amazing, entertaining, and captivating films (biased thoughts yes) such as Cinderella, Lion King, and Alladin. After reading the review I expected some hilarious Pixar like film that appeals to children but has inside humor for the adults. Oh no, how I was wrong. Besides the fact that I wish more films would screw the rules of Hollywood and break into song every so often, as this one did, it almost ruined my view of sexy Patrick Dempsey, and made me wish I could get my $10 back. I find Amy Adams to be an amazing actress, but her role was almost completely upstaged by the absolutely adorable Rachel Covey.
August Rush is one of the coolest names ever, too bad the film lacked attention to detail, pace, and story. Its as if she (Kirsten Sheridan the director) was in a rush to get to the big heartfelt finale, without really figuring out what excatly the story should be about. Most of the dialogue was unrealistic, most of the actions felt forced, and the first thirty minutes could have been cut altogether. It also reafirmed the fact that I still do not like Keri Russell's acting and despite how cute Jonathan Rhys Meyers is I would like to see him in a different type of role. maybe I should have watched The Tudor's. I am being really negative. On a positive note the doe eyed Freddie Highmore is amazing...as usual.
What am I complaining about really. I wasn't going to see any of these films in the theaters (renters) but got suckered in by the damn reviews and went. So really, its my fault.
note: im prepared to stick my foot in my mouth
bottom of the hill
My dear friend Pfenning invited me to a show last night. The Murmurs. The Murmurs I said, Ive heard of them. She then explained that it is Leisha Haleys Old Band. Yes, Leisha Haley who plays Alice on The L Word. The L Word. A show which went from intriguing, fresh, and colorful, to much like every other sitcom that plays at 7pm on the major networks, but I digress.
I enjoyed the Venue. It had a little of everything. Pool for the anxious. Pinball for the non-social. Patio for the smokers. The place was small and intimate, but not crowded. All in all Id go back.
The opening accordion playing folk pop punk boys were kind of delightful. But much like sounds ive heard before. The second opening band screamed a little too much for my liking, and failed to draw me in in any other way. Then Leisha Haleys band came on stage. For as famous as Leisha is, she looked a little unsettled. Not so much nervous as un seasoned. Like she was confident in their sound but not in her own shoes up on stage. They did put on a good performance that was highlighted when they pulled a women up from the audience to play air drums. It was pretty much the sickest thing Ive seen in awhile. They should hire her to do that at every show.
(thanks for the correction pfenning)
I enjoyed the Venue. It had a little of everything. Pool for the anxious. Pinball for the non-social. Patio for the smokers. The place was small and intimate, but not crowded. All in all Id go back.
The opening accordion playing folk pop punk boys were kind of delightful. But much like sounds ive heard before. The second opening band screamed a little too much for my liking, and failed to draw me in in any other way. Then Leisha Haleys band came on stage. For as famous as Leisha is, she looked a little unsettled. Not so much nervous as un seasoned. Like she was confident in their sound but not in her own shoes up on stage. They did put on a good performance that was highlighted when they pulled a women up from the audience to play air drums. It was pretty much the sickest thing Ive seen in awhile. They should hire her to do that at every show.
(thanks for the correction pfenning)
dude w/ a gun. evengelist on a mission.
We were on our way to Ocean Beach, via the N line, to watch the surfers. It was gorgeous outside...in the mission that is. Its almost always nice in the mission, which means its almost always shitty everywhere else. In my way to the bus the fog was rolling in over the city, and I knew it was going to be grey at the ocean, but whatever. It was a nice get away. And really, lets be honest. I was headed that direction to enjoy the little cafe thats right on the corner. None of this has really anything to do with the story, so, anyways, the N line.
We got on at Duboce. It was a long train, like three cars, and they were all packed. I take that back. There was one open seat at the very front. Only a medium sized gentleman was taking over with his knee and man purse. I hate it when people take up two seats when it is packed. Inconsiderate. So we took a spot at the front of the very front of the car, standing. Two stops later this thug like Asain dude gets on and stands right next to us. He could be anywhere from 18-26. After a few minutes he busts out (I use the word bust b/c he really was flashy and invasive) a rectangle thing thats about the size of a deck of cards and tucks it under the sweatband thats around his head. Im not sure if that was what was actually making noise, or if there was a stereo in his grocery bag between his legs, but something was blasting rap music. He was all thugged out. Bumping his head to the music. All of a sudden he pulls out a black hand gun, along with what looked like cartridges. He was moving his arm with the music as his hand is wrapped around the gun. After a few glances we saw that the gun had an orange painted tip. It was fake. Still, it was an awkward, attention getting, fear inducing act. The car was packed, there were children in the seats, and this guy wants to cause a ruckus.
The guy taking up the two seats started starring down the thug punk, and all of a sudden the punk looks at the older man and says, "Yo, can I shoot you". The older man then blurts out, "You need to find Jesus. You need to be saved. Hallelujah." Keep in mind no one in the car had really moved or made any effort to make eye contact with the crazy man holding the gun, so I respected and appreciated the two seat man standing up to the punk. Someone needed to. They continue back and forth. "Yo, blood. You need to find God." "Blood, you're wack." "Blood get saved." "Hallelujah." On and on. A few stops later the "gangsta" gets off, and im not going to lie, I was relieved.
The car thinned out eventually and a seat opened up in the front, coincidently next to the newspaper reading two seat hogging preacher. He starts talking to me. I look ahead. Smile, acknowledge im listening but am not engaging. See following conversation.
him: "You see those people. The ones holding the signs saying, God hates these people, God hates those people. You see those signs. Those people are crazy."
me: (silent, and starring ahead with a slight smile implying, crap, what have i gotten myself into)
him: "Those people aren't true Christians. Those people are crazy. Those people don't love, and that is the most important thing about being a Christian, is to love."
me: (silent, and starring ahead with a slight smile implying, crap, what have i gotten myself into)
him: "God doesn't hate us. God doesn't hate anyone, he hates sin. Jesus said, Jesus said the only way into the kingdom of heaven is to be saved. The flesh is flesh, the soul is the soul."
me: (silent, and starring ahead with a slight smile implying, crap, what have i gotten myself into)
him: "You know why you sat here don't you. You wanted to hear the message. Your soul wants to listen. I bet you've never read the Bible. I bet you've never heard this message before. I bet you own a Bible, but you've never read it. "
me: "Ive read the Bible."
him: "What parts."
me: "Doesn't matter."
him: "You know about marriage. Adam and Eve were the first married. Politics today, they are taking God out of everything, and that is wrong. I know you, I know your type. I know you."
me: "You know nothing about me."
him: "Sure I do. Hallelujah. Get saved. Have Jesus in your heart."
The surfers never were in the ocean. Because of the oil spill the beaches are all closed. Oops.
We got on at Duboce. It was a long train, like three cars, and they were all packed. I take that back. There was one open seat at the very front. Only a medium sized gentleman was taking over with his knee and man purse. I hate it when people take up two seats when it is packed. Inconsiderate. So we took a spot at the front of the very front of the car, standing. Two stops later this thug like Asain dude gets on and stands right next to us. He could be anywhere from 18-26. After a few minutes he busts out (I use the word bust b/c he really was flashy and invasive) a rectangle thing thats about the size of a deck of cards and tucks it under the sweatband thats around his head. Im not sure if that was what was actually making noise, or if there was a stereo in his grocery bag between his legs, but something was blasting rap music. He was all thugged out. Bumping his head to the music. All of a sudden he pulls out a black hand gun, along with what looked like cartridges. He was moving his arm with the music as his hand is wrapped around the gun. After a few glances we saw that the gun had an orange painted tip. It was fake. Still, it was an awkward, attention getting, fear inducing act. The car was packed, there were children in the seats, and this guy wants to cause a ruckus.
The guy taking up the two seats started starring down the thug punk, and all of a sudden the punk looks at the older man and says, "Yo, can I shoot you". The older man then blurts out, "You need to find Jesus. You need to be saved. Hallelujah." Keep in mind no one in the car had really moved or made any effort to make eye contact with the crazy man holding the gun, so I respected and appreciated the two seat man standing up to the punk. Someone needed to. They continue back and forth. "Yo, blood. You need to find God." "Blood, you're wack." "Blood get saved." "Hallelujah." On and on. A few stops later the "gangsta" gets off, and im not going to lie, I was relieved.
The car thinned out eventually and a seat opened up in the front, coincidently next to the newspaper reading two seat hogging preacher. He starts talking to me. I look ahead. Smile, acknowledge im listening but am not engaging. See following conversation.
him: "You see those people. The ones holding the signs saying, God hates these people, God hates those people. You see those signs. Those people are crazy."
me: (silent, and starring ahead with a slight smile implying, crap, what have i gotten myself into)
him: "Those people aren't true Christians. Those people are crazy. Those people don't love, and that is the most important thing about being a Christian, is to love."
me: (silent, and starring ahead with a slight smile implying, crap, what have i gotten myself into)
him: "God doesn't hate us. God doesn't hate anyone, he hates sin. Jesus said, Jesus said the only way into the kingdom of heaven is to be saved. The flesh is flesh, the soul is the soul."
me: (silent, and starring ahead with a slight smile implying, crap, what have i gotten myself into)
him: "You know why you sat here don't you. You wanted to hear the message. Your soul wants to listen. I bet you've never read the Bible. I bet you've never heard this message before. I bet you own a Bible, but you've never read it. "
me: "Ive read the Bible."
him: "What parts."
me: "Doesn't matter."
him: "You know about marriage. Adam and Eve were the first married. Politics today, they are taking God out of everything, and that is wrong. I know you, I know your type. I know you."
me: "You know nothing about me."
him: "Sure I do. Hallelujah. Get saved. Have Jesus in your heart."
The surfers never were in the ocean. Because of the oil spill the beaches are all closed. Oops.
my house
I moved recently into a place that I absolutely love. I love my housemates. I love the location. I love my room. I love the roof access. I love the 100 million stairs up to the main floor. I love the 275 pieces of random sports equipment in the hallway. Skateboards, surfboards, bikes, footballs, baseball mitts, etc.
Im kind of a busy person, and so finding time to clean my room, let alone my house is a rare occasion. And by busy I mean finding the time to moan and groan on blogger. The other day I actually put away the time too and was in the mood to clean. I wanted to wipe down the cupboards, consolidate the enormous (and by city standards im not joking) kitchen cupboards we have, and basically make this apartment more than a space I sleep in. I want it to be my home. I know my housemates agree with me on this, Im just pretty sure I stroke a nerve when they came home and all their food was spread across the floor, and divided into different grocery bags. I honestly think that if they would have come home 5 hours later, the house had been clean and organized, they wouldn't have even known the stuff that was thrown away. And yes I could be wrong, but this is my blog (well half blog), and Im allowed to voice me opinion. Ok, there.
We have a house meeting tonight. If my post tomorrow is about how I need a new place to live, take pity.
Im kind of a busy person, and so finding time to clean my room, let alone my house is a rare occasion. And by busy I mean finding the time to moan and groan on blogger. The other day I actually put away the time too and was in the mood to clean. I wanted to wipe down the cupboards, consolidate the enormous (and by city standards im not joking) kitchen cupboards we have, and basically make this apartment more than a space I sleep in. I want it to be my home. I know my housemates agree with me on this, Im just pretty sure I stroke a nerve when they came home and all their food was spread across the floor, and divided into different grocery bags. I honestly think that if they would have come home 5 hours later, the house had been clean and organized, they wouldn't have even known the stuff that was thrown away. And yes I could be wrong, but this is my blog (well half blog), and Im allowed to voice me opinion. Ok, there.
We have a house meeting tonight. If my post tomorrow is about how I need a new place to live, take pity.
Half Nelson and Eastern Promises
I love trailers. I love films. I love trailers that make me want to see films. When I see trailers that are better than the films, thats annoying. Per example, Eastern Promises.
Premise: As the title suggests, it was promising. It had the cast, it had an unusual and intriguing story (unlike so much of Hollywood), and besides the fact that Naomi Watts refuses to do any film that does not involve her crying, I do like her. On that note, besides the fact that I like her, she was completely wrong for the role. Its like she was going through the motions like she had a dozen times. With little heart and connection to any of the other characters. Even the, only half evil, hotty Viggo Morteneson...HELLO?! Insert naked bath house fight scene here, and its worth the $8.
The story included violence, sex, betrayal, internal and external struggles, mystery, and the obvious foreign accent and country appeal. All this with no actual climax. No actual build up shoot out chase scene. And maybe that was the point. And without this being a complete non run-on but feels like run-on sentence and using completely horrible punctuation and sentence structure I would like to point out that there are many films with no shoot out chase scene, no real climax, that leave me wanting more, in a "im satisfied" type of way. And I appreciate those films too. BUT, Eastern Promises did not deliver. It was trying to tell too much, but ended up telling almost nothing.
On another note, the best TGIF show your mother wouldn't let you watch, Are You Afraid Of the Dark, started one of the most talented and hottest male actors to be mentioned in this current posts career. What a lame sentence. Mr. Ryan Gosling. ahhhh.
Ryan Gosling recently starred in the indy sleeper Half Nelson. This film was powerful, strong, visually stunning, and included some of the best acting of the year. The trailer to this film made it seem like a current Dangerous Minds, which it totally was not. It wasn't the usual good guy teacher enters disadvantaged community and school to save the day. Just rent it. By the way shes fricken amazing.
and no, im not adding the trailer to Eastern Promises.
Premise: As the title suggests, it was promising. It had the cast, it had an unusual and intriguing story (unlike so much of Hollywood), and besides the fact that Naomi Watts refuses to do any film that does not involve her crying, I do like her. On that note, besides the fact that I like her, she was completely wrong for the role. Its like she was going through the motions like she had a dozen times. With little heart and connection to any of the other characters. Even the, only half evil, hotty Viggo Morteneson...HELLO?! Insert naked bath house fight scene here, and its worth the $8.
The story included violence, sex, betrayal, internal and external struggles, mystery, and the obvious foreign accent and country appeal. All this with no actual climax. No actual build up shoot out chase scene. And maybe that was the point. And without this being a complete non run-on but feels like run-on sentence and using completely horrible punctuation and sentence structure I would like to point out that there are many films with no shoot out chase scene, no real climax, that leave me wanting more, in a "im satisfied" type of way. And I appreciate those films too. BUT, Eastern Promises did not deliver. It was trying to tell too much, but ended up telling almost nothing.
On another note, the best TGIF show your mother wouldn't let you watch, Are You Afraid Of the Dark, started one of the most talented and hottest male actors to be mentioned in this current posts career. What a lame sentence. Mr. Ryan Gosling. ahhhh.
Ryan Gosling recently starred in the indy sleeper Half Nelson. This film was powerful, strong, visually stunning, and included some of the best acting of the year. The trailer to this film made it seem like a current Dangerous Minds, which it totally was not. It wasn't the usual good guy teacher enters disadvantaged community and school to save the day. Just rent it. By the way shes fricken amazing.
and no, im not adding the trailer to Eastern Promises.
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