Wednesday, December 31, 2008

the hills are alive

with the Sound of Music sing a-long night at the Castro Theatre! December 30th was just one of the many wonderful days I've had since moving to San Francisco, and I shall explain why.

My day started off with rolling into work at 10am and continued with a personal tour of SF's water metering system with my co-worker Mai and a dude lamed Lito. He showed us how to change out old, broken, residential meters and brought us into the basement of Macy's in Union Square so we could see what in the blazes a manifold actually looks like. Mai and I had many off-base speculations and this field trip put things into perspective.

Once we successfully escaped the lax security at Macy's (which consisted of an old guy sitting at a collapsible table in a dimly lit and poorly ventilated cement room), we headed to Bath & Body Works where we sampled the citrus sprays in an attempt to stay alert at work, versus our usual sleepy-eyed approach to Excel spreadsheets and meeting requests. After finding some amazing deals and conducting consumer product testing, we left with our newly purchased goodies for some delicious Chinese food, nuts, and chocolate whoppers before heading back to the maze of cubicles we call our office.

The work day quickly came to an end after the four hour, paid field trip. Once again I left the confines of my cubicle for the fresh winter air and headed for the Castro. While waiting for the ticket booth to open, I walked up and down Castro in search of the perfect cafe to grab a latte, read, and relax after a "hard day's work" and in the hopes of staying awake for the three hour sing a-long bash I had ahead of me. What I found was the cutest little cafe for chocolate lovers. Called 'Chocolate on Castro', this place serves a plethora of chocolate goodies and drinks. Though their espresso bar is limited, the caramel latte I ordered turned out to be the most delicious, heart-warming latte I'd ever had!

6pm arrived and I headed to the ticket booth to buy a ticket for myself and my room mate Ryan's girlfriend Gita. A fellow cat lover extraordinaire, Gita is as equally in love with The Sound of Music as she is with kitties. Naturally we got along very well and were beside ourselves when Maria first appeared on screen, singing "The hills are alive with the sound of music [doo doo doo doo]". When Gita was in 5th grade she played Gretl in a high school production of the movie, and has since watched it roughly 500 times, or so she claims. By the way she knew both lyrics and dialogue, I wouldn't bet against it.

The movie gets rather depressing half-way in, and continues this way for the remainder of the film. Being that I was a young girl the last time I had seen it, I had not remembered this and was therefore, well, depressed a bit. Needless to say, however, the sing a-long experience was nothing less than amazing and I can't wait for next year! Gita and I will be starting to work on our costumes in the near future. We're thinking goat marionette and Maria. This trans-species attire should go over well in the nightly costume contest.



Costume contest.


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

cookies and cakes and pies, oh my!

I found this while googling for feminist images. I love yellow kitchens and absolutely love to bake. This image is just too cute.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

a little thing I like to call sexist

I was booze shopping at Costco a couple months ago and came across these two books. Curious, I opened them to do a little compare & contrast study of their content. The authors have made lists for girls and boys separately, in which they prescribe topics they should be interested in. It's a clear example of a social division of gender. Take the title for example: Boys do "dangerous" things, whereas girls are "daring". It's as if anything girls do which is remotely out of the cultural and societal norm is unexpected and shocking, to a certain degree. The authors are telling children that boys are expected to be dangerous, but for girls it's considered bold and courageous and thus out of the norm. The two tables of contents should speak for themselves. Here's what I found.

PS - Shame on you Gonn, Hal, Andrea, and Miriam.



front pages


cover pages


page one of ToCs


boys' ToC


girls' ToC

Monday, December 1, 2008

shedding that turkey weight

This past week has been filled with a lot of family time. On Monday and Tuesday my mom and Aunt Georgina spent some time with me in San Francisco, and on Friday I traveled to Sacramento for a weekend of partying with more relatives. This is how the week unfolds...


Meet Aunt Georgina (left). She's my favorite aunt. Shh, don't tell the others. Meet my mom (right). She's awesome. She loves Union Square's Christmas tree, even though she's a Jehovah's Witness. I don't get it either.


Meet Aunt Carlann (center). She's awesome too, I just don't get to spend enough time with her. Extremely adventurous and loves wine, particularly ones from fake-16th Century castles located in Napa Valley. Meet my Grandma (right). Her name is Lillian, but I call her Nani. She used to be an opera singer and sometimes still thinks she lives in New York City.


Meet Dave. He's my step-dad and has been such for two or three years. I cannot seem to keep track. He's a Republican and highly conservative, but I like him despite his flaws. I sneak him cupcakes and brownies behind my mom's back.


My Uncle Charles got us tickets to see Chaka Khan. She is a real diva, and by diva I mean jerk. I highly suggest that she stops playing air guitar with her cane.


I'm not too sure what to say about this, mainly because I'm not too sure why this guy was hanging around in a store. I think he would be better suited for life in the woods. He was really proud of his outfit. I'd normally call something like this a costume, but I have a hunch he looks like this on the daily and has several outfits to choose from.


Hoopla is a game, and it sucks. Meet Adrian, the cousin sitting on my right. He's Aunt Carlann's son and lives in Berkeley. He too agrees that white people look silly with dreads.

Bada ding ding ding ding woooaaahhh!

Meet Philip, the cousin sitting on my left. He's Uncle Charles' son and lives in Seattle, Washington. He and I agree that our grandma is, well, theatrical to say the least.


Thank you, Amy Sedaris, for providing me with such a wonderful carrot cake recipe. Unfortunately, my hospitality wasn't under the influence.