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Who are the People in Your Neighborhood?

Resident’s blog, people watching date 130802:10

Hot woman on beach cruiser: She has black hair, often braided or pony tailed and wears black jeans. It was magical the 2 times I was also biking and we got to riff at an intersection waiting for the light to change. She’s kinda punk in a way that doesn’t want to be associated with mall punk. What makes her hot? She smokes as she pedals around the area.

Postal carrier: this rotates, but they make the same mistake somehow. I’ve gotten mail from my neighbors, so how much of mine is getting misplaced and not returned? You do NOT fuck with my Netflix! Even I know how the apartments are arranged in the mail caddy, it’s not difficult. Mail has reduced since the internet and I imagine they get bigger routes. Still, I put a post it note with my name and address inside his access side. So on days I can catch him (no women), I can return my neighbor’s mail and comment about my clear, identifying note.

Guy with broom. There’s a major intersection between the strip mall and big mall and there’s a guy that sweeps the piles of dirt that accumulates by the islands of the intersection. First I thought he was come kind of custodian for the strip mall, but he has no uniform and it’s a plastic house broom. If he’s looking for handouts, he doesn’t have a cup. I imagine he has OCD or some restless energy that brings him out. He doesn’t seem to put the dirt in some sort of bin, he’s left a few large piles of dirt after he’s done. Hm.

Pet walkers: My teeth are jacked up, I admit. A lot of people wonder why I’m serious or smirk. I don’t like smiling. One thing that gets me instantly smiling despite my self- consciousness are pets. I look down and smile at the doggie that’s being walked until I peripheral that the owner knows I’m cool with the animal kingdom.

Some people do it out of obligation, like they’re doing it to get out of the house of who “really” owns the dog? Tough, but felt that before. A lot are elderly who are also going for their walk, really. I’m good at saying “”hi/ hello” to people in passing, but they’re usually always first. I suppose little kids are too. Kids and elderly, they don’t have the superego shield the middle-aged have.

Garden neighbors. There are a few, they have elaborate plants in their small apartment yard. Some have garden decor, put up little fences or have a couple of iron chairs and a table. I like them all! I expect to see a little old woman out drinking tea. But one yard, there was a beer belly old guy drinking the appropriate beverage for said gut.

The part-time punk girl at the can bank: This woman had cool aqua blue straight neck length hair when I saw her. Last time I saw her, it kinda faded out, but I didn’t see anything that could be natural root color growing out. Or was it blonde? She walked her dog, wore a tight tee and jeans. I’m secretly jealous of people who alter their appearances to let you know that they have never worked in an office, retail or any business with a family friendly dress code. for whatever reason, you may be imagining a stocky butch chick and that’s this woman’s surprise. She’s kinda medium build and girly without being hammy or wannabe about her. If she orders a shot of bourbon at the bar she’d be at her most optimal.

This could very well be the first of an ongoing series. I’m practicing writing about some other neighbors at the moment, as well as past roommates *shudder*

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2013/08/02 Posted by | Single malts | , , , , , | Leave a comment

breaking out of Groundhog Day is finding a way not to try

This is going to be something of a week, historical. Which 2 seasons of MASH would describe it best?

Also, it’s been an interesting week of dvd’s from the library. Some of the possibly symbolic movies availible were Synecdoche new york, Brazil and Groundhog’s day. There are all these “dark” remakes: batman, battlestar galactica, but they have happier endings. Bleak movies and tragedies, now those are movies with balls. I’m pretty sure dystopic movies are to men what chick flick rom coms are to women. Instead of crying, those movies make us want to drink or go out in anger and shoot things (for me, in a video game). Whack a mole gets out more anger, but all the kids look at you with apprehension. I also got mean girls, I also saw before. I needed a hot actresses movie, but smart. Odd.

Cover of "Synecdoche New York"

Cover of Synecdoche New York

I got so many of my “1 timer” errands done, I scramble for something exciting or “juicy” this week. Most of what I have to do are 8-9 projects that I’ve been picking away at. For mon- Thursday, I prioritized in descending order which ones could make me money, maybe not necessarily the most, but the most immediate.

For the weekend, I overlapped a couple per day and these are things that require me to go back and sort thru things, like paper filing that I pick and pare away at. Someday I’m going to blow out a very large paper shredder with the 4 boxes of paper and growing.

This week is the last opportunity I have to go to Santa Cruz beach boardwalk before they go to weekend operation for the fall. I went to the fair and was happy, fighting off a couple of bouts of sadness. I have to evaluate in my head how much I need to do one more summer-y thing. I’ve been so smart with money, I now see a day in Santa Cruz as sacrificing a weekly credit card payment. I haven’t been able to make much progress since spring as it is. It bothers me.

Late evening at the Boardwalk

Late evening at the Boardwalk (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I’ve had jobs, I piss away the money as I get it. I criticize people for being stupid in doing that and here I am wanting to do that with no income. The most important goal I can make a dent on is paying off that one credit card. I seem to think I need to treat myself to something new, to maybe inspire me, or just let me have fun.

I allotted myself a “fun” budget in the form of netflix, all the classic tv series and documentaries in my mailbox 6 days a week. When I’m lucky, I get a classic on Saturday I have an extra day to watch. Then I have the free dvds I check out from the library, for all my random movie curiosities. Also, the books there that promise to solve all my problems. I have read more books that I ever did in school and have no kind of diploma or certificate for my accomplishments, just a PhD in “street smarts.”

You know the classic angel and devil on your shoulder arguing about what you should do? I recently became obsessed with deciding what 2 characters sit on my shoulders since I’m atheist. I’ve decided that whatever embodies “bad” is snaky, sarcastic, selfish, narcissist. So basically a socialite with a reality show with a life stuck in tabloids.

And then whatever I choose to represent good isn’t morning talk show/ morning radio zoo cheery, but they’re optimistic. They see opportunities. They’re also punk rock, fuck the establishment, do your own thing, create art that hasn’t been done before. Don’t fake happiness, but actually feel it. I scramble every week to find the magic that I know people saw in me when I was in college or one of the many jobs I made fun for other people while thinking it was a lead filled backpack for me.

I don’t know what to call it, but I’m afraid to have fun unless I’m being productive and/ or learning something. I can readily see how being unemployed is advantageous when I look down at someone else’s cubicle, but it’s tough to maintain when I don’t get that little piece of paper every other Friday that would get me more than a kid’s happy meal when I go out.

I think back to all the interviews that got me the job. I presented my case like I do now, and follow a bunch of “this but not that“s. I’m doing something I can’t even see on videotaping myself that doesn’t get the same result. So it goes back to those 3 phone numbers. What if more than 1 is fucking me over. I really just want to know which or what, so I can deal with it instead of trying to punch a ghost blindfolded.

This is going to be something of a week, historical. 2 years ago on the 31st, it’s the day I threw the rest of my things in a moving truck and left my girlfriend and city I love to move back here to shitstain, California, with my only support, companion and friend being my pretty girl cat.

2012/08/27 Posted by | random trains of thought- choo choo | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Leap year, this month, I don’t want to be week

Writer’s Blog, bar date 66183.04

Bitch! I just realized my last blog’s topic traded paint with a too similar topic. I don’t wanna do that! So now I have an updated list of what I’ve written already followed by what I want to write. I don’t want to do a rerun or something equivalent to a clip show this early on!

Okay. I’ve noticed that recent tv shows I like have cool little mysteries to solve and gaps to fill in. Example, when you hear about one of the character’s tell a story about graduation, you start to wonder about all the others. Also, some shows even go as far as to say every year, every month, ever week we ____. National unofficial holidays are based on movie/ tv dates, which is awesome.

I have 3 pages in my “action binder” for weekly/ monthly/ yearly things I need to/ should do. I decided this is a better boss for me than a mouse or a remote control.

To be known for something like that is something I‘ve always wanted. There are certain parties every year, certain nights at a club or a bar or even food that a person can be known for. Imagine getting people to eat a certain soup every week. I don’t know of anyone that doesn’t eat corned beef & cabbage any other day.

I want to own a bar just because I have spent many drunk nights with friends planning awesome theme nights no one has done to date. And not just a rehash of high school stuff as even the largest Vegas clubs have gone to *shivver*

There are things I do every week and now I have to nail each day in a paragraph so I don’t go on for 20 pages, which I could. Funny, when I blog it’s about getting it under a page. When I do my other writing I flesh out everything to a goal of 3 pages of 2 columns.

Roughly every week: every morning the first thing I do when I log online is to check 2-3 job sites to see if there’s anything of note. It’s tougher, I’ve already applied to most. reapplying is starting to make me look like a joke. I also write everyday, up to 3 pages. I don’t go to sleep until I pound out 1 double column page.

Weds: I designate your hump day as my Monday. My local library is closed Sun-Tues, thank you Mayor Jackass. So I usually go on weds or Thurs, drop off movies and books and get next weeks batch. I try like hell to get 3 books or less, depending on pages, so I don’t just skim books but read thoroughly. Also the alt weekly newspaper comes out. Still tough for me to comprehend, but easy to remember as I bike past a convenient stand on the way back to the condo.

Thong Thursdays: After uploading my twitter pic, HAAH, it’s become something of a Vegas day. I look at the Las Vegas Sun online, I watch Vegas PBS week in review, I go thru boxes of crap papers and put them by year into 15 labelled boxes. My big focus is on 2 of those boxes, the rest I file as I go so it’s easier later.

Friday: It’s a big “going out” nite. There’s a social dancing group that meets, lessons are cheap compared to a studio. It keeps me in check with getting “out there” not just for applying or groceries. And it’s exercise. There are a lot more people with dancing with the stars and all the other dance shows. But the ratio of women to men is still 5:1, I love those odds and age bracket younger than mine.

Sat: May be big for you, but I hide in my bunker from the zombie invasion with all the shopping, rude and crowding hoards of consumer rats out of their weekday mazes. I clean, vacuum and loathe when I have to go out for cat food. I have a bin I throw papers/ receipts into all week. I go around the condo, throw everything (else) into it and go thru the box to stop shit from accumulating all over the place. I try to fill one moving sized box of crap that someday someone will help me take to goodwill.

Sun: If I’m done, I read and watch more library DVDs on this day. I go online and catch up on my weekly checks: e-mail, you tubes, etc. This is my detailed hot face wash/ shaving day, so my face won’t be red for a new applying week. I try to post something on eBay if I’m not deterred by lack of bids all over.

Mon: My FRIDAY, because everyone is at work, mostly. I take out garbages and recyclables and do dishes so kitchen is clean for grocery day. I do bills, buy cat food and see how much I have after for groceries. Sometimes panic. I’m supposed to be blogging to you on this day.

Tues: I try to go out with “no plans” and no money whether or not there are job prospects. Sometimes I go to book stores to check out the ones I want but can’t afford to buy. I go for a longer walk or bike ride than I usually do every other morning. I go away as far as I can and then I’m forced to work out harder getting back. If I ever get a job, I’ll return to titty/ taco Tuesdays. A great Tues is when I have money go eat somewhere new in the afternoon, in a near empty restaurant bar (job exploring) and enjoy owning the place.

So what are your weeks like?

2012/03/07 Posted by | Single malts | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment