Something sticky?

The air tastes strange like metal and I wonder what this could mean? The day is covered in that hot-cold that only a humid windy day in SF could bring...or maybe it is just the fact that the hot water in my apartment has stopped working again.
I should be mad about this...but I am not. I am grateful that I showered last night and this is not too much of an inconvenience. I am happy that it gave the excuse to go next door to my rental company and meet the ever smiling angels that reside there. One with the rise in her stomach that she unconsciously rubbed while explaining that it would all be resolved today...new boiler...with a cheshire grin. On another day this response with its implied assumption that I should accept nearly three days without hot water as par for the course - would have irked me but not today.

This is why I am questioning what is in the air today? What is making the metal turn sour syllables into sugar? Is this a good sign or is it a calm before the storm or even merely the eye?

A Frozen Moment

This is a copy of a friend of mine's blog posted a little while back...I am re-posting it here for the sake of the memory...

"Best weekend ever
New York City in springtime fizzles away my arch-nemisis February. This past weekend from Friday nite through Sunday evening was one of my best weekends ever. A honey friend flew in Friday and I scooped her up. I didn't realize my favorite part would happen when, after scrambling like a jet around the baggage claim looking for my honey when like an angel she appeared. We left JFK for the LIRR/Subway adventure but didn't have any real crazies to help occupy the time. That night we chased the dragon in the East Village and must have hit 6-7 bars/clubs/parties. Although I'm a Miami Vice fan, the 80s music was a bit much. The three pizza slices made up for the stale tunes. The next day we had a packed schedule: farmers market, walk up 5th avenue, picnic in Central Park, fed ducks, took pictures of turtles, photography museum, watched videos, walked through times square, saw the Producers, had drinks on the 8th floor of the Marriott overlooking times square, and watched more videos. Sunday included more central park, cherry blossom picnic w/ 15 new japanese friends, lots of snacks, the Whitney museum that just blew me away, Thank You for Smoking, and more snacks. We even fit in some quiet time that was a favorite of some."

lag - lagger

I know...lagging in the tales of my life. But my life has been insane as of late a cacophony of o.p.p. (other people's pets), couch surfing, starting a new job, getting sick at coachella and missing nearly the whole thing, and lots of driving/planes/trains and buses.

Where am I? Some ways better and some ways worse. Exactly where I am....hmmmm I find my new abode to be truly in the city of SF...no longer in the sunset....and it is sunny not a hazy shade of grey. Slivers of sunlight dance through my new apartment almost non-stop and I enjoy the rythym and beat of a different but somehow more alive city inches from my door. That and there are burritos, and coffee and bars crawling/littering my neighborhood....like fool's gold and I love it.

My thoughts are pensive as always.....as thoughts are....I wonder what a world without first kisses looks like? I wonder about the choices I have made to stay in CA, to obtain this job, not to be in NYC or S. Korea....not because I would change a thing but because I wonder about the future.

I guess that is all I have right now..a mild hello... a brief check-in. But a last thought...I wake up every morning now facing a mirror (which is also two sliding doors to my closet)...so I awake everyday and face myself. There is something jarring and unsettling about come face to face with yourself everytime you open your eyes...but there is something comforting and astounding in the strength, love and ability to do it. So - I suppose my new place gives me myself...which is nice because the hustle of the couch surfing was making a certain slipping of self much more possible.