Saturday, April 28, 2012

Day 333-- Wiki wiki


It's a Wiki sort of day.  Interests of the day:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albright_Group. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betty_Friedan

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Organization_for_Women

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Women%27s_Political_Caucus

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloria_Steinem

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angela_Merkel

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Justice_Project

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Sisters_%28colleges%29

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Bolin

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinton_Global_Initiative

http://www.google.com/#hl=en&output=search&sclient=psy-ab&q=garden+state&oq=garden+state&aq=f&aqi=g4&aql=&gs_nf=1&gs_l=hp.3..0l4.812.2611.0.2950.12.8.0.4.4.0.208.1240.0j6j2.12.0.7Ztbfd9is3g&pbx=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=fe2819027d67eb6c&biw=1366&bih=571

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434139/

https://careers-clintonfoundation.icims.com/jobs/1862/job

http://ms.foundation.org/contact_us

http://www.wilsoncenter.org/

http://www.womensmediacenter.com/page/s/wmc-contact

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Women%27s_Hall_of_Fame

http://www.worldjusticeproject.org/?q=jobs-and-internships

http://www.womensmediacenter.com/page/s/wmc-contact

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2EnnclLMX4

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Day 331-- The politics of a sushi roll


Oh the politics of money and sushi.  And I know you and everyone else has been in my position before.

On to my boring story about my co-worker's graduation dinner, and oh lordie.  Look, I believe in celebrating graduations and going out to dinner is a rather good idea, but the woman (Mid--) who chose the restaurant (not the same woman who was graduating) picked this extremely fancy place downtown where everything dish was at least $30, and the appetizers were no less than $20.  Plus is was Italian food, and I really can't stand Italian restaurants because noodles and red sauce cost about $1.40 to make at home so why pay $15 for it at a restaurant?

Anyway, there was all of this drama about the price because me and one of my co-workers going, who has a family of 3 young children, just didn't want to pay that much.  Do I have $30 to spend on a meal?  Yes.  But if I'm going to spend that much it's going to be on a steak or out with my boyfriend or something that I truly want.  If I'm spending my money on a splurge, like my new phone or plane tickets or whatever, it's because I've been saving my nickles and skipping meals and not going out, and so I've earned the right to splurge, in my opinion.  I'm not in poverty but I'm not rich, and I'd like to be able to say I'm in middle class because I have savings, but at any moment shit can happen and all those funds can disappear.  More on that later.

What is boils down to is this: Mid--- isn't a considerate person by nature.  And in this instance she was not taking into account that me and young mom aren't very well off in general and much poorer than Mid-- and the graduating girl who has a manager's salary.  And Mid--- made a huge fucking deal that everyone is paying for their own meal.

Anyway, we were able to gentle ask the graduating girl if she would be down for a different place to eat and she agreed to a reasonable sushi place.  My bento box was $12 (which was a treat over the one that cost about $10) and I got a water.  So I anticipated a ~$15 bill if I was being cheapish with my tip.  I tend to leave a 20% tip but sometimes a 15% makes sense.

And dinner was nice.  Mainly work talk, some laughs, you know, a nice dinner but nothing super whatever.

But when the bill came all hell broke loose.  The Mid--- was going to pay for her and the graduating girl, but then the accountant, who is a real accountant, put it all on her credit card and split it 4 ways so the graduating girl doesn't pay.  I mean, I get it.  But....my meal was now $25, not $15 like I signed up for when I was explicitly told I would be paying for my own meal and Mid-- didn't step up and argue that she would be paying for the graduating girl, not all of us.

And look, I don't want to be that person.  I don't want to be that person who complains about $10 for a good cause.  And I know this problem happens time and time again and it just simply happened to me this time.  So I didn't complain--to them.  But it still bothers me.  I mean, I got water when everyone else got drinks.  I got one bento box, when the other girls got bento boxes plus sushi rolls, and Mid-- fucking ordered a bento box, and three plates of fish.  It's not fair. I t's not fair to assume equality for a bill when the poorest people at the table get the least amount of food and the richer people get more food and then expect it all to be equal.  

I don't want to be that person.  But I guess I was.  And I thought I'd like to mention it.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Day 328-- Hello, 24!


 All in all, a very satisfying birthday. :)

I have to really give credit for my boyfriend stepping up this year. I had planned on a haphazard trip to the ballgame and he got us tickets to a foodie restaurant walk with some mutual friends.  I wanted so desperately to go to the food walk in Del Mar a few months back but missed it due to work.  So I was super stoked about The Taste of Hillcrest, 12pm-4pm, 52 restaurants offering samples.

And so the morning rush of cute clothes and sex before we drove to the other side of town.  The mutual friend's birthday is the same as mine, only a year apart.  It's funny how things turn out.  Her and Br--- were the epitome of my boyfriend's favorite year in San Diego and huge introduction to me into the world of parties, techno, and jello shots.  Things have changed and mellowed, and they've grown apart and my boyfriend and I have drifted too, so it was a sweet thing to meet up like this again. 

And of the food!  Food and food.  Braised meats, creamed cheese, buttered croissants, dripping hot burgers, and margaritas in shot glasses.  Do I have the time?  Why not? 

Urban Eats Plates & Bar-- Pulled pork sliders.  Fucking best way to start a food walk.  Salty, meaty, and a tang of sweet.  

Saigon On Fifth--Spicy rice and fish.  Not quite me.

Burger Lounge--A small cheeseburger.  No lie, a legit small burger.  This is when we figured out that Hillcrest wasn't messing around and that "taste" didn't mean a bite of scrap on a toothpick.

Luna Grill--Slow roasted lamb and well-seasoned chicken.  One of my boyfriend's favorites, and holy crap that chicken was incredible.

Fig Tree Cafe--Stuffed French toast.  Wow and wow.  I've been to the Fig Tree Cafe before and loved it, so this may be a reason to return.

Pink Noodle--Fucking weird.  Part Japanese anime, part ancient Indian, part children's paint, and what a weird image (noodles shouldn't be pink).  The chow mien wasn't very good either.

Bread & Cie--The kind of place I love and hate their prices.  Fresh loaves every day and displayed like buttery heaven invitations.  The croissant was tasty and I was appreciative that they gave out water. 

Fiesta Cantina-- My favorite place.  The chicken leg was good and true, and holy crap I will be ordering that southwest roll again.  Best of all, they gave out shot cups of Patron margaritas. Oh yes, I do love food walks.

Edible Arrangements-- Chocolate covered apple slice.  My second favorite place due to the huge surprise at how succulent that near dark chocolate was around a well-cut apple slice.  Rich, near dripping, perfect.  Deserving of sexual imagery.

Ortega's, A Mexican Bistro-- Oh honey, no.  The chicken taco tasted like cinnamon, and not in a good way.

EmpireHouse Urban Palate-- Also a miss.  Their chicken taco wasn't anything special.

Lotus Cafe and Juice Bar-- Too healthy for my tastes.  I liked the grilled bell peppers; the faux chicken, not so much.

Bombay Exotic Cuisine of India-- Definitely went all out.  There was a bell dancer, free bindis, an open house of pea/potato samboas, curry, rice, this delicious pudding, alcoholic and non-alcoholic punch, and a movie going on in the background.

The Wine Lover-- Ironically, no wine samples.  Instead they had toast with high quality cream cheese on top.  I mean, it was ok but most people in line were annoyed.

Whole Foods-- I HATE quinoa. Quinoa is bullshit rice, and tastes like shit too.

Taste of Hillcrest--Noodles and meat sauce I could have made myself.

Eden--Another miss.  It was a burger that just didn't...taste like a burger.

Ono Sushi--I don't eat much sushi, but everyone loved the fresh salmon

Golden Spoon Frozen Yogurt-- A huge portion and yummy.

Wine Steals-- They had both white and red wine with small pizza slices.  A good vibe with only the slighted edge of contrite.

Bamboo Lounge-- Sangria of both white and red.  Some Like it Hot was on, and it felt like the kind of trendy/pretty/bar place you don't pick as your first choice but have a good time once you're there.

Einstein's Bagels--Standard turkey sandwiches.  Nothing special.

Baby Cakes--I finally made it here!  It has such a big reputation for its dessert cocktails so I was super happy to make it 2 minutes before the end of the freebies.  Oh yes, they were snobby.  But those choco-tinis were delicious.

And I enjoyed the company.  The mutual friend was having a great birthday and her shy friend/coworker slowly warmed up after a few drinks and a stuffed stomach.  We made plans to go clubbing later and jetted off to our hippy part of town.

Sexy time, and apologizes if I missed your birthday call.  I was....busy.  Haha. And it was nice, between rounds to talk about things.  And things needed to be talked about.  I wish we had both got what we wanted this year--good jobs, happy roommate situations, confidence.  So what do we do?  Because despite the bullshit and the disappointment, yeah, we still do love each other that much.  Ya know.  It just is.  It's something annoying unconditional during the rough patches, but it's honest.  And so what do we do?  How do we fix this?  Should I try to get another internship here?  Move to a better place?  Will his side jobs with connected people turn into more income?  Life and its curve balls.  Talking talking, and deliciously not talking and flushed hours later it was time to hit the clubs.

Off to downtown!  Admittedly, it's been...well over a year since I clubbed downtown, so this was perfect.   It was the mutual friend, the shy friend, plus her roommate, the roommate's friend, and an old friend.  In total, 6 girls, plus my boyfriend.  They were fun girls, not flashy girls, the kind of girls who take shots in the living room and got their dresses at the local shop on sale, and who have a sort of genuine niceness about them.  I liked them and was happy I got to spend my birthday with peeps after all.

Lime was one of those pizza/tequila bars that about 5 weeks away from turning into something else equally as uninteresting.  Plus, the pizza sucked which is a egregious error in calling itself a pizza place. 

Sway was packed, which was fine with me, and I definitely enjoyed the live drummer who played along with the club mix.  It was the kind of place to get one beer and move on, which is basically what happened.

The Hotel Rock Hotel is exactly how you see it on The Real World or Kendra-- tons of douche bags, blue flames coming out of pebble aisle blocks, no doubt some coke being snorted somewhere, and a surprisingly peaceful view of the Convention Center and the Coronado bridge.  We stayed there the longest and I sipped on my extra sweet cosmo most of the night and enjoying the sights of the bored pretty people and the enthusiastic guys.  We all sort of chilled with cocktails, a 1-hitter, and some dancing like happy fools.  

And we can't forget piling into the car for the ride home and drunk talking. "Crack heads tend to do that. [on them stealing tvs]" was at least one thing I said slightly slurred and laughed.  A good night, and I do wish I had been able to stay awake for the sunrise but sleep took me under warm sheets and warm skin.
Before

after 
And yesterday slipped into a nice afternoon.  We slept in late, and I made us chocolate chip pancakes before heading out for my mission.  Time to get rid of the ghetto-est phone.  I was at AT&T for a solid 45 minutes looking at all of the smart phones, but in the end, the camera capabilities, siri, and video clarity beat the rest, and I'm now the proud owner of the iPhone 4s! [Warning: I may turn into one of those people]

My sexy Kate Spade case
The boyfriend cooked us dinner of spaghetti and chicken as we watched our weekly Anthony Bourdain and Games of Thrones.

All and all, a good birthday.  Now if I can get my oil changed, my car insurance changed, and my landlord issues fixed by this week I'll be even more excited for my productive year to come.  Hello, 24!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Day 325 (b)-- What it was like being 23


Today is my last day of being 23.  It's cloudy out, which is slightly amusing because it was forecasted as sun! sun! sun! a few days ago.  But I'm enjoying it and might make some tea and look into the Bob Marley Documentary movie times--it is 4/20 after all ;) 

What was it like being 23 in 2011-2012?  On a nation-wide level, very common, on a personal level, accurate.  

I don't think I've had a year that fit me better than 23 in terms of what the age is suppose to mean.  Traditionally it's the year after college and a time of adjustment into the real world--which has that stereotype of being the "new" kid in the real world of pencil skirts and drinks out on Friday nights.  A mix of maturity and new responsibility without losing the edge of still being a baby-twentysomething with partying and taking shots.

When I say that I had a common 23 what I mean by that is that my entire class of 23 seems to have dealt with relatively the same issues: not enough jobs, not enough jobs we're qualified for due to our competition, too much poverty, and a huge whack to our self-confidence.  We have college degrees and for what?  We have passion and creativity but they're being wasted.  We're floundering but making the best of it and having a good time, but what if it never gets better or we lose our momentum?  

And maybe it's always been this way and maybe the quarterlife crisis and disillusionment is simply happening a little sooner and on a much larger scale.  But it's troubling to me just how many of my friends--who had excellent grades and honorable personalities--are working at burger shops, hotels, bathing suit stores, gardening stores, and coffee shops.  This is not what we wanted, this is not what was expected of us, and there is such this hidden shame amongst this group that we're not doing very well--I don't think I encountered a single 23 year old this year who didn't have a time of depression when it all seemed like they were floundering.  And maybe things will get better and maybe with a better economy and our new skills of hustling and saving, maybe then we will be more grateful and more prepared and we'll be those giants I know we can be.  I really hope so.  

As I said, on a personal level I think that 23 has been accurate to where I'm at in life.  Like the previous paragraph mentioned, the idea of college and jobs has been the more pervasive theme of the past 12 months.  As I've said in a few entries and in several conversations, "simple happiness is so underrated."  And I do believe that. I do think that there is something bastardized about simply being content in your life; that it's not good enough.  Why not enjoy the good life of sunsets and cocktails as long as you're happy? 

And I really do believe this, but I still can't help the want of more.  Maybe it's conditioning, maybe it's the investment of so much of my time and money.  I don't know.  But I do know that even when I've been so utterly happy in my life this year, like flying a kite on the beach, or blogging in a messy room of candles and licorice sticks, or going for long walks around the neighborhood, I still feel like I should be doing more.

23 has been an important for me in its juxtaposition of being happy, being afraid, being content, being unsatisfied, wanting, not wanting, should I be wanting, and hey life is pretty cool.  Things I've done this year:

-Graduated college
-Moved to San Diego
-Worked in publishing
-Lived with a boyfriend
-Worked at a hotel
-Didn't have health insurance
-Stopped living with a boyfriend
-Almost sued someone
-Became a California resident 
-Learned how to live poor
-Was nationally recognized at my job
-Figured out that I wanted to go to grad school someday
-Figured out that something in writing is a career path I want
-Had and am still having serious relationship issues around the idea of growing up
-Went to Planned Parenthood for the first time
-Smoked for the first time, finally got drunk for the first time
-Didn't get the job (well, several) for the first time
-Became a property owner with my car being paid off
-Learned how to cook
-Blogged!

All in all, a pretty educational year.  Am I happy where I am about to be 24?  Not really.  As I've been fighting with my boyfriend about lately, the life that I wanted to be at right now is this: living with my boyfriend in a cute apartment where we always have music playing and learning how to cook together and we both have jobs we love or jobs we hate but we can laugh it off because it's temporary, and we have BBQs with friends and I'm planning ahead for grad school in Oregon. 

So no, I'm not there yet.  But I really have learned quite a lot this year about what I want and more importantly, what I don't want.  I will not look back on 23 as a waste of time, but as a year of growing up and all that chaos of beauty and disgust that came with it.

And so my wish for 24: a set up for 25.  I want 24 to be a preparation year.  I want to thoroughly research the next city I plan on living in.  I want to research the graduate programs I might be applying to.  I want to study for the GRE.  I want to open up into making new friends and spending less time on the computer and more time in the world.  I want to stop being so lazy.  I want to save up for trips.  I want to get a job I respect.  In short, I want to be proud of where I am in life by 25 and I'm excited to get ready for it.  

And you know what, I'm not afraid of getting older.  Honestly.  I had an epiphany this year that I am the same core person I've always been my whole life.  So while circumstances change and what I do or how I react or how I handle things might change, I am still and always the same core person I am.  I'm still going to be me at 30 and 40 and 50 and 60 and beyond.  So it's ok, you know?  And I'm looking forward to it.

So thank you, 23.  It's been a ride.

Day 325-- Wisdom from the launch pad


There are days when the right thing is said, and the right thing is heard.  And if you're lucky enough, it's your friend on the other line with that almost oracle wisdom that can create a storm of energy from a place in your soul you nearly forgot about amidst all the busyness of grocery store lines and punch time cards.

I spent all of Saturday doing my planning for an upcoming trip to the Bay Area, including diagrams of flight information and prices and if I would fly or drive and if my friends could pick me up half way and take me to my flight home.  So I called them and we talked.  And talked.  And glowed a little bit in excitement for the things to come.  I had a pen handy in talking to Jo so I'll share some wisdom from the launch pad.

My friend Jo:

"I know it sounds lofty, but say it and run with it." [on the topic of how we're uncomfortable that we want to get a master's degree.  Fuck, just say that we want one and run with it.]

"And we should.  Our twenties are the last time to be risky." [on why we should take the risk of moving somewhere new and entering grad school before family+house]

"Us women are so goddamn altruistic.  We need to be more selfish, bad-ass women." [on the topic of us stepping up but the guys in our lives floundering and us letting them drown us with them.] 

"This is about dreams, this is about goals, this is about personal projects." [on wanting to progress in our lives]

"When are we ever ready? Truly.  When are we ever ready?" [about life.]

We talked about friendship and life, and how in the next stage we really want to be in the right place.  And how place has somehow meant more than we thought.  The culture of the place, its values, its people, its sense of creativity, the way it will shape us.  What place do we want to be our home?  And of course, how we'll want to visit each other in our new homes, haha.

And I'm stoked for my trip.  I truly am, and as I said, "we're about to live our lives on purpose for the first time, and...I think it's just so great to have this sort of pause together before we go out there and launch." I'm hoping that this trip is a spring board for future travel to visit friends.  I'd love to make it out to New York, Texas, and maybe Arizona again some time in the next year.  So much to come.  Off and away!


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Day 323-- "Despicable"


"Despicable human being" is such an ugly thing to call a person.  And so pathetically inaccurate.  Strangely humorous.  It's been 10 years since my parents separated and I have forgotten how ugly divorce can be.  The denial stage, the angry stage, the sad stage, more denial, more anger, and finally, either a real effort to make it work or peace to let it go.  

On the day my mom's divorce was finalized I bought her a Togo's sandwich, as it was a Togo's sandwich which was the final nail in the coffin.  We brought food home not knowing my dad would be home that afternoon and in anger he threw plate of old chicken across the room into the sink (shattering it).  Years later he would lament throwing the plate, but as I would explain over and over, it wasn't the plate.  She was waiting.  For a long time.  There was a bag clothes and shoes already in the car just waiting for the right moment.  I know where all of my suitcases are.