Monday, November 12, 2007
target has been deposed
...and replaced by Ikea.
Fortunately, the closest store is in Tempe, which is about an hour and a half drive from here.
I've been on a home organization kick. Well, I've been on an I-should-get-organized-and-live-a-more-grownup-life kick. So I was looking on the Ikea website on Friday night for some quality inexpensive modern Scandinavian furniture, which is the style (and price!) I like. I found a couple of pieces but didn't do anything with that information.
The next morning, I received a text message from Jason inviting me to join him on a trip to the Ikea store that day. Creepy coincidence or kismet?
For a variety of reasons, I decided to forgo my three-hour Saturday yoga practice in favor of joining Jason on a jaunt to what I now call the Promised Land.
That place is magic!
I ended up only buying a lamp and some storage boxes because the flat-packed furniture I was eying wouldn't fit in Jason's Prius. I figured I'd just order it online and have it shipped, but that almost doubles the price!
Fortunately for me, I have a friend with a minivan who offered to take a road trip with me. Thanks Hillz!
Inspired by all this chic furniture, I finally cleaned out my walk-in closet last night, which was long overdue for a solid cleaning/reorganizing.
Now I have an old dresser with two of five drawers broken that I was tempted to "repurpose" into a secretary desk. Upon further consideration, and remembering that I'm not really very good at that kind of thing, I may just trash it when Ikea has much better furniture at affordable prices.
So thanks to Jason for popping my Ikea cherry.
And fear not, Target may no longer be #1, but it's still near and dear to my heart: Hillary and I spent a good two hours there yesterday!
Fortunately, the closest store is in Tempe, which is about an hour and a half drive from here.
I've been on a home organization kick. Well, I've been on an I-should-get-organized-and-live-a-more-grownup-life kick. So I was looking on the Ikea website on Friday night for some quality inexpensive modern Scandinavian furniture, which is the style (and price!) I like. I found a couple of pieces but didn't do anything with that information.
The next morning, I received a text message from Jason inviting me to join him on a trip to the Ikea store that day. Creepy coincidence or kismet?
For a variety of reasons, I decided to forgo my three-hour Saturday yoga practice in favor of joining Jason on a jaunt to what I now call the Promised Land.
That place is magic!
I ended up only buying a lamp and some storage boxes because the flat-packed furniture I was eying wouldn't fit in Jason's Prius. I figured I'd just order it online and have it shipped, but that almost doubles the price!
Fortunately for me, I have a friend with a minivan who offered to take a road trip with me. Thanks Hillz!
Inspired by all this chic furniture, I finally cleaned out my walk-in closet last night, which was long overdue for a solid cleaning/reorganizing.
Now I have an old dresser with two of five drawers broken that I was tempted to "repurpose" into a secretary desk. Upon further consideration, and remembering that I'm not really very good at that kind of thing, I may just trash it when Ikea has much better furniture at affordable prices.
So thanks to Jason for popping my Ikea cherry.
And fear not, Target may no longer be #1, but it's still near and dear to my heart: Hillary and I spent a good two hours there yesterday!
Labels: Hillary, Ikea, Jason, not really newsworthy, personal, Target
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
yoga buddy
Three cheers to Hillary for joining me for yoga tonight. Let's do it again sometime!
In other news, my former roommates Jason and Brandon just bought a shiny new Prius hybrid. I got a ride in it today and I totally want one! Congrats to the boys on the new car.
In other news, my former roommates Jason and Brandon just bought a shiny new Prius hybrid. I got a ride in it today and I totally want one! Congrats to the boys on the new car.
Labels: friendship, not really newsworthy, personal, yoga
Monday, July 02, 2007
five years
Today is the fifth anniversary of the day my dad and I drove into Tucson from our last stop in Las Cruces, NM in the big yellow truck that carried all my earthly belongings.
I'm having a little bit of a hard time believing that I've stayed in Tucson this long. That day five years ago was filled with such hope and excitement and that nauseating sense of, "oh fuck, what have I just done?!"
For a variety of reasons, I've never particularly loved this place. I just don't find the desert beautiful, as so many transplants do. To me, it's just barren, boring dirt. And the sunsets don't wow me either. They're nice, sure, but they're no better than sunsets in Hawaii or Ithaca.
I don't relish being so down on Tucson. I'm trying to look for the good (it's part of the "flowing with grace" part of my yoga practice), and for the most part, the good is in the people I've met here. They're the reason I've made it through five years here. I'm grateful, even blessed, to count some truly wonderful people as my friends (even if some of them moved away and left me here - you know who you are!).
I'd like to not be here in another five years, but who knows what the future holds? If I'm to make another major move, I intend to do it differently, to have a job lined up, and to do it for concrete and valid reasons.
My life is pretty good. But it could be and deserves to be great. I've taken lemons and made lemonade in the five years I've been here, but I can't help but remind myself that I'm not following my own advice by staying here:
The time may be ripe for me to start making some apple cider.
I'm having a little bit of a hard time believing that I've stayed in Tucson this long. That day five years ago was filled with such hope and excitement and that nauseating sense of, "oh fuck, what have I just done?!"
For a variety of reasons, I've never particularly loved this place. I just don't find the desert beautiful, as so many transplants do. To me, it's just barren, boring dirt. And the sunsets don't wow me either. They're nice, sure, but they're no better than sunsets in Hawaii or Ithaca.
I don't relish being so down on Tucson. I'm trying to look for the good (it's part of the "flowing with grace" part of my yoga practice), and for the most part, the good is in the people I've met here. They're the reason I've made it through five years here. I'm grateful, even blessed, to count some truly wonderful people as my friends (even if some of them moved away and left me here - you know who you are!).
I'd like to not be here in another five years, but who knows what the future holds? If I'm to make another major move, I intend to do it differently, to have a job lined up, and to do it for concrete and valid reasons.
My life is pretty good. But it could be and deserves to be great. I've taken lemons and made lemonade in the five years I've been here, but I can't help but remind myself that I'm not following my own advice by staying here:
When the world gives you lemons, don't make lemonade; take those lemons back and demand the apples you wanted in the first place.
The time may be ripe for me to start making some apple cider.
Labels: change, contentment, fear, friendship, jobs, moving, not really newsworthy, opening to grace, personal, relationships, self-awareness, self-care, success, Tucson
Thursday, March 08, 2007
if the gay doesn't get you...
So there's this little storm brewing about a former gay porn actor (I use the term "actor" loosely whenever referring to anyone in the industry) who just received an award at the Conservative Political Action Conference last weekend. Not for being a gay porn star, obviously. Those conservatives don't tend to go for that sort of thing. Unless maybe it's one of those old-timey body builder film reels.
The award had something to do with some big mean Columbia U. undergrads saying not nice things to him, a 36 year-old college junior, all because he supports the death march that is the Iraq war.
Anyway, that's the same conference where Ann Coulter called John Edwards a faggot and the Edwards campaign protested perhaps a bit too much in response. Really, it seemed like they more upset at maybe, possibly, being mistaken for gay even a little bit than they were about Coulter using a word with a history of violent crimes attached to it.
But back to the gay porn actor, Matt Sanchez, aka 'Rod Majors' (I kid you not). Blogger Joe. My. God. broke the story and made public the fact that the conservative movement's newest golden boy has a history of giving it to other lads up the bum, both on film and privately for money.
Yeah yeah, I know, he's a hypocrite for standing by Coulter and excusing her crazy desperate grabs for the last shred of an audience because nobody listens to her anymore (you should see Max Blumenthal's video from CPAC when he confronts her about all her broken engagements - I am so smitten with him). Oddly enough, Sanchez has reported that the conservatives are standing by their man. Like a pack of wild dogs, I guess they can sense his impressive endowments and know who's the alpha male.
So I did a little digging (not much, actually), and found this little tidbit from a 1998 interview for one of the porn studios that he worked for that is sure to get Sanchez permanently expelled from the conservative fold:
That's right, folks, the man not only went to see a Streisand concert, but he was very excited about it. Streisand, the woman who Sanchez' hero Bernard Goldberg claims is one of "the 100 people ruining America".
That's the real story here, folks. Not that Sanchez claims to have been engaged to two woman and married a third. Not that he's apparently a well-known gay porn actor who (I believe) still serves on active duty in the Marines despite Don't Ask Don't Tell.
Nope, the real bombshell is that we have a self-described conservative Republican admitting to being a fan of the liberal lioness herself, Barbra Streisand.
He's going to have to give back his (Republican) membership card AND (queer) toaster now.
The award had something to do with some big mean Columbia U. undergrads saying not nice things to him, a 36 year-old college junior, all because he supports the death march that is the Iraq war.
Anyway, that's the same conference where Ann Coulter called John Edwards a faggot and the Edwards campaign protested perhaps a bit too much in response. Really, it seemed like they more upset at maybe, possibly, being mistaken for gay even a little bit than they were about Coulter using a word with a history of violent crimes attached to it.
But back to the gay porn actor, Matt Sanchez, aka 'Rod Majors' (I kid you not). Blogger Joe. My. God. broke the story and made public the fact that the conservative movement's newest golden boy has a history of giving it to other lads up the bum, both on film and privately for money.
Yeah yeah, I know, he's a hypocrite for standing by Coulter and excusing her crazy desperate grabs for the last shred of an audience because nobody listens to her anymore (you should see Max Blumenthal's video from CPAC when he confronts her about all her broken engagements - I am so smitten with him). Oddly enough, Sanchez has reported that the conservatives are standing by their man. Like a pack of wild dogs, I guess they can sense his impressive endowments and know who's the alpha male.
So I did a little digging (not much, actually), and found this little tidbit from a 1998 interview for one of the porn studios that he worked for that is sure to get Sanchez permanently expelled from the conservative fold:
...
I got last-minute tickets to go see Barbra Streisand here in New York City. I was very excited and the curtain was going up in a couple of minutes so I ran to my seat...
That's right, folks, the man not only went to see a Streisand concert, but he was very excited about it. Streisand, the woman who Sanchez' hero Bernard Goldberg claims is one of "the 100 people ruining America".
That's the real story here, folks. Not that Sanchez claims to have been engaged to two woman and married a third. Not that he's apparently a well-known gay porn actor who (I believe) still serves on active duty in the Marines despite Don't Ask Don't Tell.
Nope, the real bombshell is that we have a self-described conservative Republican admitting to being a fan of the liberal lioness herself, Barbra Streisand.
He's going to have to give back his (Republican) membership card AND (queer) toaster now.
Labels: LGBT, not really newsworthy, nudity, pride, Republicans, truth
