This is by far the second smallest room that I've ever inhabitted. The smallest room being the one that I had just moved out of. Does this still mean upward mobility? Yes. I think the key thing here is to remember that this is temporary, and that it wouldn't last for ever.
I really like a big kitchen, and I like to do things in the yard... So my ideal situation is to live in a place where I can entertain guests. For now, I am really happy that I have my own place. It really does bring me peace of mind. Everything about it is just the way I like it, and it's soothing that way.
I also really like drawing, and this space is going to allow me to draw. :D
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Arroyo Seco
I took the whole weekend off, and spent it all on myself and had a little adventure!
I packed my motorcycle and went camping to Arroyo Seco, down by Big Sur. I've never went camping on a motorcycle before, so it was very strange only packing absolute necessities. So these are the things that I packed:
Big coat with fur.
Tooth Brush and paste.
Two marinated chicken breasts.
Tent.
Cigarrets and lighter.
LED light.
These are the things that I got on the way:
Sleeping bag. - 0F so it'll keep me warm no matter what!!
Batteries
Water
Dress - had to stop in Ross
Found some fire wood near camp ground.
So the worse thing that can happen, that has happened with camping is being wet and cold. So prime objective number one was to make sure that I was going to stay warm while sleeping. I called ahead to find out about the weather and the temperature, and I anticipated for a colder weather, and packed the big coat. So that was a success. :D
There's a strange commadery with bikers... Every time I pass a biker, they hand signal me. It's a really nice gesture. I remeber seeing bus drivers do that to each other. It's like there's a little community of bikers out there.
After camping at Arroyo Seco, I went to go look for a hot spring. The road to the hotspring turned out to be a dirt road, so I stopped and turned around. Went to Carmel Valley instead. At Carmel Valley I had an amazing pecan sticky bun... really the best ever! and an over priced organic coffee. I used the cafe's internet to look up information about the hotspring and found out that just a few weeks before, another biker had found the same path that I did, and ventured on it. He blogged his travel with pictures and everything.
What I didn't expect was how cold it gets while biking... and also the effect of the gushing wind. During the whole day today, on Sunday, my body went from freezing cold to warm in just a matter of minutes depending on the wind. The wind is also so much more of a problem that I've expected. I thought that I'd only have to deal with the wind over the bay bridge, but nope! It's really a danger on any flat land, near Oceans, and on top of hills.
One point, the wind was gushing so hard that both of my knees were in major pain. I had to stop the motorcycle just to get off and let my knees rest. I also expected to be back by the afternoon on Sunday, and ended up getting back at 11pm. I didn't have adequate clothing on my bottom half, so my legs were freezing cold. I would take breaks every half an hour to get back home, and the last time I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror, I was pitch white. And it hurt to exhale. I was getting hypothermia.
I packed my motorcycle and went camping to Arroyo Seco, down by Big Sur. I've never went camping on a motorcycle before, so it was very strange only packing absolute necessities. So these are the things that I packed:
Big coat with fur.
Tooth Brush and paste.
Two marinated chicken breasts.
Tent.
Cigarrets and lighter.
LED light.
These are the things that I got on the way:
Sleeping bag. - 0F so it'll keep me warm no matter what!!
Batteries
Water
Dress - had to stop in Ross
Found some fire wood near camp ground.
So the worse thing that can happen, that has happened with camping is being wet and cold. So prime objective number one was to make sure that I was going to stay warm while sleeping. I called ahead to find out about the weather and the temperature, and I anticipated for a colder weather, and packed the big coat. So that was a success. :D
There's a strange commadery with bikers... Every time I pass a biker, they hand signal me. It's a really nice gesture. I remeber seeing bus drivers do that to each other. It's like there's a little community of bikers out there.
After camping at Arroyo Seco, I went to go look for a hot spring. The road to the hotspring turned out to be a dirt road, so I stopped and turned around. Went to Carmel Valley instead. At Carmel Valley I had an amazing pecan sticky bun... really the best ever! and an over priced organic coffee. I used the cafe's internet to look up information about the hotspring and found out that just a few weeks before, another biker had found the same path that I did, and ventured on it. He blogged his travel with pictures and everything.
What I didn't expect was how cold it gets while biking... and also the effect of the gushing wind. During the whole day today, on Sunday, my body went from freezing cold to warm in just a matter of minutes depending on the wind. The wind is also so much more of a problem that I've expected. I thought that I'd only have to deal with the wind over the bay bridge, but nope! It's really a danger on any flat land, near Oceans, and on top of hills.
One point, the wind was gushing so hard that both of my knees were in major pain. I had to stop the motorcycle just to get off and let my knees rest. I also expected to be back by the afternoon on Sunday, and ended up getting back at 11pm. I didn't have adequate clothing on my bottom half, so my legs were freezing cold. I would take breaks every half an hour to get back home, and the last time I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror, I was pitch white. And it hurt to exhale. I was getting hypothermia.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Girl Talk
I forget sometimes that I'm 30. I feel like I've been 30 for a long time, and that I should be a different age by now. It also feels comfortable... Like as if I had meant to be this age.
14 was a special age, because the main character in this comic book that I was reading since I was 10 had been that age. I remember feeling special when I reached 14, thinking that I could experience what the main character was experiencing in her life. Of course, I found out that my life was nothing like the comic book. The main character was a blond hair, blue eyed, gypsy who was a girl who passed as a boy in 12th century Europe. Me- I was just a recently transplanted Japanese American living in fisherman town Japan.
Hmmmm... I remember being insanely jealous of my brothers for being a boy... moving to Japan around 10, there was a lot of pressure from my parents, school, and everyone to make me into a girl. I was American, and customs were a lot different-less gender emphasis. I played soccer in America, and in Japan, I was the only girl in the soccer team. I spoke Japanese like a boy-saying 'boku' instead of 'watashi'. In rural Japan, changing clothes to get ready for PE, happened in the classroom, because the school didn't have locker rooms. Yes, boys and girls in the same room. Soooo awkward. My teacher had to tell me to get undressed in a discreet way when infront of other classmates. My teacher had to tell my mom to get me training bras, cuz I was bouncing. Ofcourse I would hate being a girl, it's all so much more complicated than being a kid in Texas. I am glad that I'm past all of that strange experience... But I wonder how much of my own gender identity came from that. My appreciation for androgenous characters probably comes from that.
So I am 30 now and it's, again, not what I expected it to be. Sometimes I think of Sex in the City, especially when I get together with Ruchama and Amy. I think Ruchama's kind of like Samantha... Kelley is kind of like Miranda, and Amy is... Carrie, I'm yucky Charlotte. Yuck! But it's true, all we do is talk about dicks.
14 was a special age, because the main character in this comic book that I was reading since I was 10 had been that age. I remember feeling special when I reached 14, thinking that I could experience what the main character was experiencing in her life. Of course, I found out that my life was nothing like the comic book. The main character was a blond hair, blue eyed, gypsy who was a girl who passed as a boy in 12th century Europe. Me- I was just a recently transplanted Japanese American living in fisherman town Japan.
Hmmmm... I remember being insanely jealous of my brothers for being a boy... moving to Japan around 10, there was a lot of pressure from my parents, school, and everyone to make me into a girl. I was American, and customs were a lot different-less gender emphasis. I played soccer in America, and in Japan, I was the only girl in the soccer team. I spoke Japanese like a boy-saying 'boku' instead of 'watashi'. In rural Japan, changing clothes to get ready for PE, happened in the classroom, because the school didn't have locker rooms. Yes, boys and girls in the same room. Soooo awkward. My teacher had to tell me to get undressed in a discreet way when infront of other classmates. My teacher had to tell my mom to get me training bras, cuz I was bouncing. Ofcourse I would hate being a girl, it's all so much more complicated than being a kid in Texas. I am glad that I'm past all of that strange experience... But I wonder how much of my own gender identity came from that. My appreciation for androgenous characters probably comes from that.
So I am 30 now and it's, again, not what I expected it to be. Sometimes I think of Sex in the City, especially when I get together with Ruchama and Amy. I think Ruchama's kind of like Samantha... Kelley is kind of like Miranda, and Amy is... Carrie, I'm yucky Charlotte. Yuck! But it's true, all we do is talk about dicks.
These are kind of important talks... I feel like I should have had these talks when I was a teenager... But I'm still learning a lot about sex. My conjecture is that, you learn more about sex when you have different partners than to stick with uno. At least that's the case with me.
What did I learn? Casual sex freaks the hell out of me. It makes me feel like I've done something really really really bad.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Painting again
I primed two canvases and started to rework two unfinished paintings. There is something very satisfying about the value white, the presence of all colors. No other color is more pleasing to paint with, than white. White paint is fun to play with... White can push things to the back ground, or high light it. White can become the ground, or it can become the object. White can be chalky, or milky.
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