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Agent of Chaos...
Mar. 24th, 2003 12:15 amThy name is D.
Tomorrow I'm back on the wagon.
Monday's Mantra: I will be on time for work. I will pay the bills. I will work out. I will return phone calls. I will turn in those overdue books. I will eat healthy, take my vitamins, drink water, and cut out caffeine.
Nose+Grindstone=Moi.
It's been a crazy week, starting with St. Paddy's Day (at the Fox and Goose--whoo hoo!), punctuated with a war in the Middle East (madre de dios), and ending with a weekend in SF.
And each day had D in it. This has got to stop, but it's so bloody hard. I'm not as a distant as I'd like to be and every day compromises what little distance I have. *sighs*
I went to SF with C and his kids. We went to Alcatraz for the day to work on his daughter's California history project. Since I wind up tutoring her on all of her major school projects, I tagged along and we made a day of it. I can't say that I enjoyed Alcatraz, there's not much that can be said for visiting a prison, even if it's got an interesting history--it's still the site of a lot of human misery and frustration and that can only be so pleasant. Eep. Afterwards we went to the Rainforest Cafe which is the end all, be all answer to San Francisco's need for a jungle themed Chuck-E-Cheese. Mien got, it was an overwhelming experience. I was impressed/disgusted with the marketing strategies the restaurant employed--it's designed to make it impossible to leave without purchasing a souvenier, you have to walk through the gift store to enter or exit the restaurant. C's kids loved the place and were thrilled. I like C's girls, but the day with them wore me out as few other things can---this is usually the case when I spend time with kids. I also tend to find most married couples insular and boring. Somehow I suspect that I may not be cut out for the American Dream. Oy.
C dropped me off in North Beach and I met up with D at the Zoetrope building (D had been in town for the protest). Initially he and I were supposed to meet up at the Embarcadero eariler but made back up plans for North Beach in case of any problems. This turned out to be a very good thing since the Embarcadero broke out into a near riot between the police and protestors. When I saw him I ran to meet him and he swept me up in his arms and swung me around. It was a picture perfect postcard of Xers in love--funny how that is. We spent the rest of the day walking around the city, exploring Chinatown, watching protestors get beat up for crossing the street (yes really) and eating Ethiopian food in Berkeley.
It was an interesting juxtaposition...an idyllic day against a backdrop of violence and oppression. It felt so...American. Nasty things going on in the world with our passive consent but we are still free to shop, live, be amused without interuption making the sum total, well, for these streets, this country, rather nice. Despite peaceful protestors getting beaten up, the day was lovely, hell, even this life is lovely...if I don't spend too much time examining the costs. *sighs*
Tomorrow I'm back on the wagon.
Monday's Mantra: I will be on time for work. I will pay the bills. I will work out. I will return phone calls. I will turn in those overdue books. I will eat healthy, take my vitamins, drink water, and cut out caffeine.
Nose+Grindstone=Moi.
It's been a crazy week, starting with St. Paddy's Day (at the Fox and Goose--whoo hoo!), punctuated with a war in the Middle East (madre de dios), and ending with a weekend in SF.
And each day had D in it. This has got to stop, but it's so bloody hard. I'm not as a distant as I'd like to be and every day compromises what little distance I have. *sighs*
I went to SF with C and his kids. We went to Alcatraz for the day to work on his daughter's California history project. Since I wind up tutoring her on all of her major school projects, I tagged along and we made a day of it. I can't say that I enjoyed Alcatraz, there's not much that can be said for visiting a prison, even if it's got an interesting history--it's still the site of a lot of human misery and frustration and that can only be so pleasant. Eep. Afterwards we went to the Rainforest Cafe which is the end all, be all answer to San Francisco's need for a jungle themed Chuck-E-Cheese. Mien got, it was an overwhelming experience. I was impressed/disgusted with the marketing strategies the restaurant employed--it's designed to make it impossible to leave without purchasing a souvenier, you have to walk through the gift store to enter or exit the restaurant. C's kids loved the place and were thrilled. I like C's girls, but the day with them wore me out as few other things can---this is usually the case when I spend time with kids. I also tend to find most married couples insular and boring. Somehow I suspect that I may not be cut out for the American Dream. Oy.
C dropped me off in North Beach and I met up with D at the Zoetrope building (D had been in town for the protest). Initially he and I were supposed to meet up at the Embarcadero eariler but made back up plans for North Beach in case of any problems. This turned out to be a very good thing since the Embarcadero broke out into a near riot between the police and protestors. When I saw him I ran to meet him and he swept me up in his arms and swung me around. It was a picture perfect postcard of Xers in love--funny how that is. We spent the rest of the day walking around the city, exploring Chinatown, watching protestors get beat up for crossing the street (yes really) and eating Ethiopian food in Berkeley.
It was an interesting juxtaposition...an idyllic day against a backdrop of violence and oppression. It felt so...American. Nasty things going on in the world with our passive consent but we are still free to shop, live, be amused without interuption making the sum total, well, for these streets, this country, rather nice. Despite peaceful protestors getting beaten up, the day was lovely, hell, even this life is lovely...if I don't spend too much time examining the costs. *sighs*
