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Tuesday, 30 November 2010 (the preacher strikes) 11:57am Waiting. So much waiting. And it's waiting to find out if I've been accepted or rejected, which gives it quite an edge. The Stonestown YMCA will be closed from December 20-29, which, give or take a day on either end, is also the length of time that Marta will be in Chicago. As a result, there's nothing keeping me here in San Francisco—Christmas in Hell will have completed its run by then, and the Bad Movie Night on December 26 will do just fine without me—I'm seriously considering just spending the majority of that time at my Mom's place in Fresno. I've already been talking to Collette about checking in on Perdita (it's what she does for a living now, in fact), and though I'm tempted to just bring Perdita along, it would be more for my benefit than hers. She'll be less stressed being staying here with occasional visits from Collette than to be dragged to Fresno and having to deal with both a dog and another cat. Yep. Theoretically, hopefully, I'll have gotten the writer slash editor job by then, and that's no problem because I can do it from my Mom's place. Which is one of the reasons I want the job in general, since I can work from home. No commute! I used to be uncomfortable with that concept, of not being in an office, but I'm more than ready for it now. | ||
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Monday, 29 November 2010 (john hates the preacher) 8:27am Didn't go to the gym this morning. I'm not proud of that fact, but there it is. I simply didn't get enough sleep last night (I hung out longer and chatted with people after the show longer than usual, since the vibe was so good), and the fact that it was super-cold out at five in the morning didn't help. On the plus side, when I went back to sleep, I didn't have the horrendous nightmares that I usually do in these circumstances. So that's something. 12:16pm In addition to the thank-you email, I also put together a sample blog post to show that I have the chops for the position. And it was fun, too. It makes me want the position all the more. Jan van Rijn wrote to inform me that The Book of Hours is complete, and to confirm my mailing address so he can send me a copy. Wow. I'd thought for sure that it wouldn't come out until next year. Between that and Instant City and Gender Outlaws: The Next Generation and Unthology No. 1 (the launch party for which is later this week), 2010 is going to be my most-published year to date. That puts a lot of pressure on 2011. 4:43pm Just got back from the gym. Once today is better than not at all, I reckon. | ||
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Sunday, 28 November 2010 (uncle birdie) 5:56am ...and when I woke up, it was two in the morning. I feel bad about flaking on Ilene (for neither the first nor probably the last time), but evidently I required ten hours of sleep. At least this means I'll be able to go to the gym this morning. 9:04am It was good to hit the gym again, though it won't feel like I'm really back until Damiel's abs class tomorrow morning. If my scale is to be believed, I didn't put on any weight over Thanksgiving. As is the custom, I ate more and richer food than usual, including (homemade) pumpkin pie with (homemade) whipped cream and a (homemade) chocolate chip cookie for dessert on Thursday, and a waffle and half with butter and syrup for breakfast on Friday. It was all quite delicious, but quite frankly, I'm happy to return to my usual food rituals. My body's grown accustomed to oatmeal with rice vinegar and hot sauce for breakfast, and for that I'm grateful. 11:23pm Tonight was one of those Bad Movie Nights where everything clicked. Not only did we have a rambunctious, nearly sold-out audience (people love The Running Man, they do), but a journalism student from San Francisco State University was there, writing a story about us. Very cool | ||
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Saturday, 27 November 2010 (the preacher's plot ) 6:32pm And so begins the final weekend of Christmas in Hell rehearsals. I have my part down pat, and have been working in some new physical bits that seem to be going over well. Back home now. Ilene's invited me to go out dancing at The Stud tonight, and I very much want to. But first, I require the healing powers of the disco nap. | ||
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Friday, 26 November 2010 (ben's prison companion) 9:31pm Once again, the day-after-Thanksgiving traffic from Sacramento to San Francisco was much better than the day-before-Thanksgiving traffic from San Francisco to Sacramento. And hooray for that, since it means I got home in time for the phone interview. Theoretically I could have done it on the road, through the headphones and all, but I hate talking on the phone while driving. Especially for something as important as this. She mostly asked me questions that had already been covered in my email and resume—that I have HTML experience, that I've done email newsletters, that I live in San Francisco, stuff like that. I don't think I blew it or anything, but I'm not convinced I knocked it out of the park, either, especially since I totally blanked when she asked me if I had any further questions for her, which is a completely standard part of any job interview. Either way, she said that it's probably going to be a few weeks before any sort of a decision is made. On the plus side, she said that she's been doing it for four years and loves it, but is moving on to a different position in the company, so that's a good sign. In any event, I'm going to send her a thank-you email on Monday, then go on about my business. Anyway, our major detour on the way home was to the Blue Line Gallery in Roseville to see an awesome-looking exhibit called "Transfiguration" which I'd read about in today's Sacramento Bee. Unfortunately, both the article as well as the gallery's own calendar neglected to mention that the freaking gallery is closed for the weekend. Classic, really. On the way to dinner this evening at Tazaki Sushi (which has become our favorite local-ish sushi join now that Nippon Sushi in Pacifica is indefinitely closed), I received a text from Jonco. Seems that when packing our leftovers this morning, Marta and I accidentally left the Field Roast and instead took his tri-tip, which neither of us can/will eat. Whoops. I guess that's also kinda classic, or something. Mostly we just feel dumb. | ||
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Thursday, 25 November 2010 (ben harper's downfall) 11:13am Well, feh. Peter "Sleazy" Christopherson of Throbbing Gristle and Coil, two of my favorite groups, died yesterday. I'm especially glad I got to see Throbbing Gristle live last year, not to mention getting to see the still-unreleased concert video RE~TG a few years back at the Industrial Cultural Film Festival. It's still a bummer, though. 6:54pm A lot of people on Twitter and Facebook have been reporting having to watch things like Dancing with the Stars, since they're visiting their families, and that's evidently what American families watch. Last night, we watched Scott Pilgrim vs. The World on Blu-ray, and tonight it's Big Trouble in Little China. That's Thanksgiving viewing done right! | ||
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Wednesday, 24 November 2010 (the story begins) 1:45pm Bootcamp this morning (during which the instructor implored us to resist them tempation to overeat this week), and now I'm heading out to pick up Marta. Hopefully the traffic between here and my brother Jonco's place in Sacramento won't be quite as gnarly as it was last year. 6:11pm Over four hours. I think the traffic was actually a little slower this time, seeing as how we also got caught in the after-work commute. Oh well. I'm sure it'll be better next year, and the important thing is, we made it. 7:43pm Well, I'll be damned. I got a response from a position I applied for, to be a writer slash editor for a blog slash newsletter. They want to talk on the phone on Friday. It's a Thanksgiving miracle! 8:32pm On this year's Whole Foods trip, Marta and I decided to give the Field Roast a shot. What the heck. She's also going to be making a dish involving brussels sprouts, because we're grownups and it sounds good. | ||
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010 (lantern marsh) 10:18am Did less than my usual two hours at the gym this morning, more like an hour and a half, but I think that's okay. Did three hours all told yesterday (two in the morning and another in the afternoon), and of course there's Bootcamp tomorrow morning. That'll get me through the rest of the week. It rained early this morning, and again about an hour ago. It's starting to clear up now, which is a little disappointing. I was hoping I'd finally get a day where it rains yet I have nowhere to go, and I can watch it dryness of my home. No such luck. 5:01pm My black velvet pajama pants—i.e., the leggings I bought at Belladonna Arcana in '99—are fitting again. That right there, that's why I'm getting up early to go the gym and watching what I eat. | ||
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Monday, 22 November 2010 (unfamiliar wind) 11:38am Great crowd at Bad Movie Night last night for Firestarter, better than we expected. Never can tell. Ramping up the job search. | ||
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Sunday, 21 November 2010 (lizard point) 10:59am The Unthology No. 1 launch party is on December 2 at the York Tavern in Norwich, Norfolk. I've decided that my official reason for not being there isn't because I can't afford the trip (let alone afford a passport), but because there's simply no way I'd be able to get back in time for the opening night of Christmas in Hell on December 3, certainly not without being exhausted and jetlagged and stuff. That sounds a little less pathetic, doesn't it? 5:35pm Gods. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm off my game today. My performance in rehearsal was stilted, I'm cranky, and generally not playing well with others. That I keep getting referred to as "him" by people who really really really ought to know better isn't helping, either. (Sometimes they're specifically referring to my character, and when I ask them to please use the female pronoun, I'm informed that angels don't have a specific gender. Well, this one does have a specific gender, frak you very much.) Just gotta keep losing weight. That'll make all the difference, somehow. | ||
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