Soaked In Sin
Salacious Statements Said By A Dizzy Blonde
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| Jul. 10th, 2008 @ 11:44 am I read this yesterday and I can't stop thinking about it. | |||
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| Hunger exacts a social cost. Hungry adults miss more work and consume more health care. Hungry children tend to be sicker, absent from school more often and more prone to getting into more trouble. Larry Brown of the Harvard School of Public Health calculates that the total price tag of hunger to American society is about $90 billion a year. In contrast, Brown estimates it would only cost about $10 billion to $12 billion a year to "virtually end hunger in our nation." I am crushed by the thought that people are hungry, that we throw away food, that...yeah. But now if you live in SF, you don't have to throw away food. Actually, you could probably do that anywhere and someone would thank you. | |||
| Jul. 9th, 2008 @ 03:10 pm Calling all readers... | |||
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| It's become cult time for me...I am absolutely obsessed with Good Reads, and it doesn't help that I have a teacher/ex-bookstore employee that is on there with me ranking books like mad. I have chronicled all the books that are on my shelves and read through pages of reviews stocking up on my to-read list. I even uploaded a picture, which is when I knew that I was in it for the long haul. But now I am devouring reviews and rankings like mad and I need more book lovers to feed my appetite. Are you a reader? Do you like to share good books and learn about others? Join me at Good Reads! Even if you just read a couple of books a year, this is a great place for tracking what you've read in your life, what you own, etc. It's become like the loners social network for me. I love it. | |||
| Jul. 5th, 2008 @ 10:33 am Yay Freedom. | |||
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| I had a great 4th. With a full morning under my belt, by 2pm, I finally had my playa bike lubricated and my backpack and cooler packed up and ready for a good day. Without a bike pump and no neighbors home, I had to push my bike up to the gas station up the hill to put air in the tires since I forgot when it was in my car that morning. Dammit. A long bike ride rocking out to my favorite tunes led me remembering how much harder a cruiser is than my geared bike, but still successfully completely on the other side of town and wading through the police presence and crazy traffic with a much larger degree of ease and safety than my car. I do have to say that I felt like the cops were awesome yesterday. When I rolled up to the gate at the end of 14th with my bike, I openly volunteered a quick look in my cooler with Nalgene's of water and a few Pepsi's, he didn't bother me about my bag. (Which may, or may not have had a Vitamin Water bottle that may or may not have had coconut smelling stuff in it that spilled into my Pepsi cans on the beach. But alas, a small tiny stash was not what that guy and the cops on ATV's or marching back and forth down the beach in crews were looking for. I saw many drunk people, no one acting stupid though, and plenty of cops looking and watching, but no harassing. It was nice. Until later.) I locked up my bike and hiked my way down the beach a bit with my jiggly legs and staked out camp for a bit to eat that I had picked up on the way. People watching was just in prime sort, and I pretended to hide my book but found myself eavesdropping or staring and then reading the same paragraph over and over. It didn't seem that people stayed for long, so there was a nice rotation of the people around me to provide me with continued amusement. I was scheduled to be poolside by 4, but the last group just cracked me up too much, and I was certain the cocky skimboarder was going to get a ticket and couldn't exactly pull myself away, but knew that there was no rush and my time was okay too. With the Pepsi cans empty and the bathroom calling, and not ready to bounce in the waves like the tourists, I knew it was time to head to my friends house. There we drank Coronas and my secret wish lately to swim in a cold, crisp pool was granted as I soaked up more of the perfect day with great friends. We went inside and made dinner and one of my friends played the piano while some cooked, and I drank. We ate outside on the beautiful porch and laughed and told stories and I realized how much I am going to miss them and this yearly ritual we have grown accustomed to. But next year, we just say it is Bastille Day in France and I go then, right? With the sun going down and the booms beginning, we headed down to the predicted war zone that is usually known as Twin Lakes Beach. This year, the normal orange barricade that just got pushed down at dark, as people stormed the beach with their fire, got replaced by van loads of extra cops rolled in to enforce the metal fence that was lined with flood lights. It was $1000 fine for alcohol or fireworks on the beach this year, and that's not a small "fuck it" check to write. The results were some serious "weak sauce" as the term of the night went. It looked like Seabright might have been the most active, with much braver souls down there, but still, the bursts were few and far between as groans around left us heading back to bathrooms and more alcohol. But not before running into other friends that were supposed to call me, but totally by chance because they heard my voice and that made me laugh. At this point, since the cruiser had so kicked my literally sore ass, and I had been sun spent and soaked with intoxication, I agreed to sleep in the spare bedroom for the night, but with a serious statement about how I'd be gone before they got up. I needed home to my kitty, and I never sleep well in other places, and I have plans today I have to attend to. So at 5:30 this morning, after much tossing and turning and the sun rising right through the blinds into my eyes, I decided that I was strong and ready enough to ride home. I packed up my bag and my bike and put on my tiny, thin, useless jacket and headed out as the sun was rising. It was incredible how many people were already out and how little the town looked like the normal afterworld. The sights by the beach were so beautiful with the boats and the harbor and the pink sky, but I was so cold and I just couldn't stop my momentum. It was a hard ride, dehydrated and freezing. When I finally reached my bed, I had to put on layers and layers of clothing and socks and blankets and tried to defrost and catch my breath as the kitty licked me and tried to figure out why I smelled like so many weird things and other cats. After a few more hours of sleep in my own bed and my own house, I woke up my happier and glad that I'm here to kick off my busy day, instead of still there trying to work up the motivation to go home. It's been sort of nice to have these kind of summer days lately, and it left me realizing how much I smiled yesterday, and how very thankful I am that I live in a world that I can just feel safe, and independent, and drink and party and be. Now if my body just wasn't so banged and bruised and sore...I'd maybe appreciate it a bit more this morning. | |||
| Jul. 4th, 2008 @ 10:40 am Stop Bitching, Start a Revolution | |||
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| He said this whole world’s full of chances And this is one I gotta take... I'm starting my own personal emotional revolution. Yesterday, I went to pout into my beer and my book, and got perfectly turned around into laughs and friendship with my playa sister. Damn, I really love that girl. This morning, I got up early and went for a drive with my two favorite men - Hayes Carll and Ryan Adams - without even brushing my teeth - and yelled and screamed out lyrics for over an hour, unembarassed and smiling at the people who caught my eye. I fucking LOVE my town. I am just not sure I could ever be away from that rocky coast, the waves, the fog, the dressing surfers, the runners, the birds, the...whole fucking town. You are going to have to pull me out of these city limits kicking and screaming, I guarantee it. There is nothing that makes me happier than music, my car and that gorgeous, amazing coast in the morning. Oh one day when you're looking back You were young and man you were sad When you're young you get sad When your young you get sad then you get high Happy Independence Day...from a girl that isn't ready to trade her independence for anything. Yay Freedom! | |||
| Jul. 2nd, 2008 @ 06:39 pm Fires, Camping and Sadness | |||
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I finally found a place that I could camp a billion times in Kirk Creek, and now a mile up the road, people are fleeing. I said I would jump in the ocean, I joked it couldn't possibly grow that big. I mean, how could this beautiful coast just get all black and smokey: Damn. We were on voluntary evacuation notice on Saturday, I thought they would have gotten it under control. But today I read that now up through Limekiln is a mandatory out. We hiked there on Friday:  I have so much more to say about my very needed and amazing weekend, but for now am just feeling very lucky to have had a chance to be there and so glad I made the trip. | |||
| Jun. 23rd, 2008 @ 07:31 pm You learn something every day... | |||
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| To ripen an avocado, place it in a sealed plastic bag with a ripe banana at room temperature. Another method is to bury the avocado completely in a jar of flour. Do not refrigerate avocados until they are ripe. Neat. I always thought it was something about dark paper bags in the cabinet... In other news, my spelling has been ruined by Hip-hop. What about you? (BRILLIANT use of Google Ad Words for Marketing!!) | |||
| Jun. 21st, 2008 @ 02:01 pm 52 Weeks: Week 29: Beach Day | |||
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| Jun. 20th, 2008 @ 11:00 pm what the hell is happening to my town | |||
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| Arsonist and now a SHOOTING at the Boardwalk?!! I drove by there on my drive tonight to spy on the concert while I was rocking out... About 20 minutes before, when I was going down Laurel, 2 cops threw on their lights and did a u-turn in the middle of the street in front of me...Maybe I just don't get out much and miss that this is a normal Friday night? But dude...not cool. Edit - Yeah, apparently, people just get jacked and knived in my town all the time. Hmm, and people wonder why I hate night time and would rather cuddle with Bella. | |||
| Jun. 20th, 2008 @ 10:12 pm You be the sinner, honey I'll be the sin... | |||
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| I am so fucking in love with the new Hayes Carll album I picked up at the show. If you like country, you should find him. He is what country used to be when it was good. I was pretty much hooked from the first 2 albums, but DAMN this one is fan-fucking-tastic. I mean, how can you not love a guy that writes about a girl leaving him for Jesus, and wanting to "make him wish he was dead"? Or who writes about "A drunken poet's dream" who "crosses a bridge and sets it on fire"? Every single song, from ballad to country rocker is precious and beautiful and filled with lyrics that I want to quote here over and over. The fact I just went for a hour long drive just so I could feel the wind hitting my skin while I belted out the lyrics says a lot. Beans and Biscuits in My Cupboard, Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard... Now I'm rewatching the Dana Carvey Monkeys special for the third time in a week because I never get tired of him. I think he's brilliant. By far one of my most favorite stand up comics ever. His last special was clearly in my top 3 ever, and this one is equally as good, just in a very different way. But fuck, he's funny. And I'd rather listen to jokes I've already heard twice than watch any more fire coverage. | |||
| Jun. 20th, 2008 @ 06:43 pm I feel so helpless | |||
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| The last 2 fires didn't scare me so much - this one scares me. I can't stop crying. The stories of the people, their animals, their houses are so much worse, and we are only 4 hours into a fire that is out of fucking control and jumping the tree tops like a squirrel. This article broke my heart. The barns with animals who couldn't get out, the lady with her satchel walking down the side of the road because they ran out of water to save her house, the lady who ran down the gridlocked freeway to get to her dog...I want to go help them. I'm just sitting here and things are dying and people are losing things and there is NOTHING I CAN DO TO SAVE THEM. Why can't I save them? Why can't I really be Wonder Woman in her invisible plane helping? I sad. Fuck. Only an hour after it started:  | |||