i go to sleep - soulwax
at silverlake lounge
i go to sleep - soulwax
i go to sleep - the pretenders
I go to sleep - the kinks
at silverlake lounge
I made homemade egg nog today. Milk, a dozen organic eggs, sugar, and Whisky, Spiced Rum, Brandy, and Grand Marnier. Nutmeg and cinnamon. So far, so good. It’ll be better after it’s been chilled.. and shared with 25 coworkers.
Last year, David Perez gave me an autobiography box as a gift. For Christmas, I guess, but who cares- a really awesome gift from a talented writer and very close friend. The best present I could give him in return is a little progress on my story. I have to keep writing. It’s a gift to myself, really. The box, a kit with cards and prompts and questions to answer came beautifully wrapped with a note: Elaine- Because you cannot stop. Love, David If anything has stuck with me this year, it’s that note. Other things have stuck as well. A well in my stomach that keeps receiving pennies. The beginning of independence. Confusion, doubt, awe. Sheer amazement. Simple joy. All the experiences I’ve had this year as varied as the calluses on my hands from hot water and pool cues. Papercuts and bitten cuticles deserve their origin stories.
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Hi Good Magazine! That’s my workplace…
good:
Is it time to say good bye to cheap coffee? With climate change affecting world coffee crops, the price of coffee is going up. Specialty roasters and shops like Intelligentsia and Blue Bottle however, are embracing the dearth in beans by perfecting the cup-o-joe. Better quality coffee, hello.
Revise resume- for it is no longer just a resume and now a curriculum vitae Write Personal Statement for UCLA Send above items to three professors and one editing party and one mom for good measure Order transcripts from UCSC and De Anza Take GRE on Wednesday afternoon, do really well in the math sections somehow Apply to grad school!
to do
My dinosaur ring just broke in two. I don’t know what it means!
credit to nathan ma!
[space to actually write about my three separate hour-long phone conversations this evening, comfort with responsibility and loneliness, embracing the struggle, listening to my own needs, standing up for my beliefs, the virtues of moving to a new city, the growth i’ve experienced since leaving santa cruz/my last job/my hometown, how i feel ever so slightly more mature and calm, the ebb of that persistent threat of regression, doubt melting like ice on the counter, and a picture in my mind of you looking at me years from now on my wedding day from a seat during the ceremony, or in a photo taken at the reception after the fact. and i will smile.. i’m smiling right now, in fact.)
