My favorite movie theater and this week's goings on.

-
The voodoo backlash walloped me as soon as I completed my last post; something precious was broken, clothing developed an odd tear, sleep was elusive. No matter, it needed doing. One should really think long and hard before send out evil thoughts into the world, but in this case it needed doing.

My temp assignment has ended just as the building the Oakland School District Administration is housed in was really creeping me out. (Asbestos everything, an utter lack of ventilation, defoilating paint, uneven broken stairs, unreplaced dead lighting, no maintenance or cleaning to speak of.) The last three canidates I interviewed for the replacement substitute teachers were perfectly and certifiably nuts. God help those kids if we actually have a strike.

Das Mad Landlady goes in for hip-replacement surgery on Monday, so I expect we will be kvetch-free for a little while. (Latest issues: could I: 1. use the washer & dryer a little less frequently 2. plant some tulip bulbs 3. let the girl next door park in the drive 4. subcribe to her thirty phone calls plan regarding water ruse/timing so she can wash her hair)

Yesterday I took myself to a movie Pride and Predjudice with the luminous and toothy Keira Knightly. (The movie itself was very good and lacked the starchy BBC feel. Anything with the still dead-sexy Donald Sutherland and the frighteningly engrossing Judy Dench can't help but kick ass.) The Orinda Theater is a mere $1.55 BART ride away (no car needed) and is a magnificent art deco jewelbox in crimson plush and stylish murals. One of the tiny interior cinemas seats only 24 people and has a royal egyptian theme so it has a rather cozy entombed feel. Oh, pictures might be necessary.

The interview with UCSF went rather well and I hope they call me back, even if it will be a hell of a commute across The Golden City.

Love to you all, Darlings.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What the WHAT?!

-
8,000 handknit free scarves needed for SuperBowl Volunteers. Horrors. I've just sent an unnecessary post card to these people. " You must be kidding. I'll put this in my knitting queue... right behind every premature infant, the low income families in need, the homeless (domestic and international), the chemo patients and... every child for the next twenty years in the Oakland and San Francisco Childrens' Hospitals. In a word: No. " The Indianapolis and NFL wants my labor and yarn? Gah...
Read more

Well, Fuck.

-
I got mugged in a nicer part of town than my own after knitting group. I am not hurt (other than re-twisting an ankle trying to chase the bum down. Do not ever ever run in clogs. Should not have been carrying a 50 pound knitting bag either. Or I should have handed that one over instead.) but am cashless cardless keyless bus/BARTpassless librarycardless phoneless id-less and really really pissed off. Yelling really loudly helped at the time. I had a dozen nice people around me and calling the very nice cops and getting water and handing me dogs to cuddle. They'll never catch the bastard and I'm aware of that. It's just the way it is. Like most everybody else I live paycheck to paycheck and at the end of the month when I am really paying attention to the last trickle I have to use, I get tense. Now some asshat has relieved me of that trickle and the last photo id that doesn't make me look like a complete aging old hag. And my cute new phone, just when I got the layout r...
Read more

Up all night.

-
I went round and round on a topic last Saturday with someone: sexual preferences: sources, outcomes, society. Tiresomely 'round and 'round the assumption mulberry bush. Then there was a general discussion of prey . Why are the abused mostly women and children? Because, on the whole, they are smaller and thought to be easier to intimidate. Ask any woman. Ask anyone who has been a child what intimidation is. Why bother feigning shock? The whole discussion is bothering me enough to keep me up for a couple of nights. The spinning is going well, for the most part. I've been working on a couple "Orphan" skeins using bits and pieces from dyers (most pieces only a couple grams in some wild colorways) and then Navajo plying them all together. It's quite the experiment. In the end the studio will be less cluttered, I will have more bobbins/less wool and the cat will have to find another soft place to sleep. At the moment the most recent prepared wool is a mystery: it...
Read more