July 1, 2009

True Blood...

Today, I watched HBO's lauded, addictive, "True Blood," yet, another show about vampires. What is the metaphor? Vampires = Over-sexed people? Middle Easterners? Corporate America? Republicans? Carnivores? Oil dependency? People who shop at Whole Foods? Salsa guys?

The question is, what are vampires not a metaphor for...? (actually, I don't think I need a question mark there).

I know that I'm very afraid of getting the life-blood sucked out of me by the guys who give me laundry quarters at the corner market. If I'm not getting sucked dry by The Man, it's large overweight roller-bladers who follow you down the bike path.

Then there's the whole "dating" scene. I say "dating," because I think "dating" has become a euphemism for sleeping around. "

"Do you think Los Angeles is the sluttiest city in the world?" I asked my friend the other night. "It is, after all, the porn capitol of the world."

"I think New York is worse," she answered.

On top of everything, in reaction to this True Blood world, I'm becoming some kind of puritan. If it's not for fear of diseases, or pregnancy, there's just a general creepiness/perv factor that nobody warned me about in sex education class.

Yes, I get why we need more shows, movies, books about vampires. Our imploding consumer culture can only be headed in that direction...though, I wouldn't mind not aging.

Just for today, I can get into True Blood.

June 25, 2009

If They Say Why, Why...

A few hours before Michael Jackson died I was looking for my car. At one point, I decided that it must have been stolen. That's when I remembered that I had parked it near the beach. (This used to happen all the time until I accepted that I have a bad case of Lost Car Syndrome).

I drove to my New Coffee Shop, having broken up with the old one because "the vibe got weird." I have since run into other defectors, including one employee, from The Other Coffee Shop who agree with me about the vibe change, though, we disagree on why. Burnt grilled cheese sandwich smell, or too many homeless people? However, the The New Coffee Shop might be headed to Weird Vibe Land as they keep bringing in a guy to make repairs using a power tool during prime hours. If you ever wonder how you might run a coffee shop business into the ground, start using loud power tools every day around 1:00 pm. Both yesterday and today the Repair Guy managed to clear the room.

An hour after MJ died, I was crying and talking to my father. Only, I didn't know that Michael Jackson, the voice that sang the soundtrack to my life from the 6th to the 8th grade, had passed away. I was crying over something else. But later, I wondered if I was just picking up on the vibe of MJ's absence from this world.

Facebook has gone mad with statuses about Michael Jackson.

Just for today, I can mourn Michael Jackson.

June 21, 2009

This Is Gross

I was sitting in the massage chair at the Nail Salon, and looking up at the television set when I caught a glimpse of a shot of what looked like dead sea creatures. "Hmmmm...is this some Vietnamese cooking show?" I wondered. It took a good five minutes for the protective layers of denial in my brain to realize that I was watching an anti-abortion show on a Vietnamese stations. Yes, I was getting a pedicure and watching footage of dead babies...so much for a relaxing spa day.

"What happened to them?!" cried the Vietnamese Pedicurist who owns the shop (I should probably know her name by now) as she sat glued to images of dead infants and body parts.

"It's an anti-abortion show..." I said while I tried not to puke.

The other Pedicurists gathered around and also watched in horror. I wanted to advise them to turn it off as it might not be good for finding new clients, but they were hooked.

"Would you like a magazine?" asked the woman filing my toe-nails.

Are you kidding? Dead babies or Kelly Clarkson's weight fluctuations?

Just for today, I can support the local nail salon.

June 17, 2009

Early Father's Day Lunch

"How is the special?" I asked the waitress at the organic Thai restaurant.

"Oh, no...no like."

"Ok...then maybe you might want to consider erasing it off the chalk board....how are the peanut noodles?"

"Too sweet."

Later, after we found something on the menu the "waitress" could swallow (literally), another woman brought us our dishes, but forgot the appetizer.

"Ask her if she knows the woman who took our order." said my father.

"She's probably the old aunt that they had to employ, but don't normally bring around the patrons."

I gave my father his Father's Day gift (a travel barbecue kit). The strange thing was that the wrapping that I had chosen matched his outfit perfectly. I had gone to the paper store and, after much deliberation, had bought a red gift bag, and some camouflage patterned tissue paper (very masculine). When my father arrived, he was wearing a red sweatshirt and a camouflage patterned hat.

I'm psychic. Or, I really know my father. He seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole matching thing, so I didn't get a picture.

Just for today, I can celebrate an early father's day with my dad.

June 13, 2009

Regression

Putting aside what this might mean about my emotional state, many thoughts these days seem to end with the word "motherfucker."

I'll be sitting behind a car at a right turn, and I'll think "Turn right...motherfucker!" Or, I'm trying to grind some coffee beans, and I'll think "Grind...motherfucker!" If I'm waiting for my pre-intel processor 4.5 year-old computer to load word, "Are you trying to kill me, motherfucker?!"

I'm going to temporarily blame the increase in my use of swear words in the interior monologue on unemployment. It's also making me tardy. I have nowhere I have to be, and, yet, am late everywhere I go. My Inner-Project Manager is in sleep-mode (though, let's face it, I've never been on time...).

Just for today, I can regress in middle-age.

June 8, 2009

Warning From Land of The Middle Aged Single

"Someday, Chica, you're going to be 52 and single...," said Jewish American Salsera to me last night. She's been regaling me for the last few years for not trying harder to find a husband. Actually, come to think of it, I don't try at all.

"I wasted my thirties on guys like X Salsero...and look where it got me. You get de-sensitized and then you don't know how to find a real man."

I've also got Grandpa Salsero on my case. Every time he runs into me he gives me a lecture on finding a man "who has love."

I appreciate the concern. But, am I reaching some threshold point of no return? Is it now or never? I don't really see how 37 is easier than the fifties. At least in their fifties, there are more divorced people walking around.

Just for today, I can heed warnings from Middle Aged Singles.

May 31, 2009

College Reunion

"It was so depressing," said College Friend. "Everyone looked terrible. I didn't even recognize people."

"You made the right choice in living in California," said College Friend's girlfriend.

"People in California look younger..." I replied. "...healthy lifestyle mixed with narcism."

I didn't go to my 15th (damn, I'm old!) college reunion because besides the fact that it was across the country, I don't have much to say to 90% of people my age. House? No. Job? Nope. Husband? Hell no. Kids? Where would I put a kid in my studio apartment?

Skipping adult reality must be good for the skin...

"People looked like they were 50."

"It doesn't surprise me. People from college seemed 40 when we were 22..."

"It's like they were trying to relive college. Like it was the best time of their life."

When all else fails, at least college wasn't the best time of my life. We talked about our college days and how lonely they were back then, and how better things are now.

Just for today, I'm grateful for my life.

May 27, 2009

A Dirty Business

Today, I ran into two women from the Job That Sucked The Life Blood Out Of Me (not to over-dramatize) on the street.

"I almost didn't recognize you," said one of them. "You look so different."

I had almost forgotten that three months ago I was a Raging Bi-otch Web Producer who woke up at 4:00 am every morning and obsessed about banner campaigns...not the peaceful, caffeinated coffee shop dweller who wakes up at --- am.

"My friends tell me that job aged me by ten years," I said. "Only they didn't tell me till I got back from vacation and was looking slightly better...."

Both of the women, an Art Director and Production Designer were recently let go in a round of lay-offs.

"Congratulations," I said. "Welcome back to life."

They were both stressed about money, but much happier.

"It's like working for the mafia," I said. "I just felt...dirty..."

"That's exactly right!" said the Production Designer.

"It's just like Mad Men," I added.

"I can't watch that show," said the Art Director. "Because it's too real. We haven't advanced enough to appreciate the irony of the past. Anywhere you go there's still only one woman in creative The only difference is that nobody smokes in the office."

"It's still a frat house," I said. "Those guys hated me," I added.

I was so glad to have seen them and been reminded of my raging bitch days. None of us want to go back to working in advertising, but will if we have no choice...(which, we very well may not). I'm not sure who is getting killed (the consumer?), but it felt like I was earning blood money.

Just for today, I'm so grateful not to be working.

May 24, 2009

Trying To Talk About My Crisis With Dad

"What's wrong?"

"Just stressed out...I need to have a kid, write a book, put up a cabinet in my bathroom...some major projects.

"I'm not going to give you advice...but (blah, blah, blah...insert advice that doesn't help me)..."

"You just told me you weren't going to give me advice and then you give me advice!"

"I know...I can't help it. My archetype is 'wounded healer.'"

Wounded healer...who are you, and why do you look just like my dad?

I didn't grow up hearing my father talk about 'archetypes.' This is Dad 3.0. Evolved New Age Dad. It's very impressive how he's embraced the concept of self-reflection. Except, as my friend Jared says, he's still running some old applications. I never know what is going to come out of his mouth. One minute he's giving me non-advice, and the next he's channelling Deepak.

Just for today, I can try to talk about my crisis with my dad.

May 22, 2009

In Crisis

I procrastinate everything. Now, I have a lot of big shit to take care of...write a book, have a kid...too much! It took me seven years to fix up my bathroom!

Today, I started to stress out. How am I going to do everything? I can at least buy a shelf for my bathroom! So, I drove to Target and bought a damn bathroom cabinet.

Just for today, I can accomplish something.




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