Hates:
1. Not being 21 and therefore not being able to watch jazz shows in bars.
2. Overanalysis. I beat everything to death in my head
3. Plucking my eyebrows. fucking hurts. That's why I avoid doing it for weeks at a time. Not that I think I ever look spectacular with really "done" eyebrows.
4. Using the UCSD proxy server in order to get stuff from online electronic reserves. Then I have to approve all these sites and keep on signing into whatever. Tedious and rather lame.
5. People who think that Obama is a Marxist and "the antichrist" (I really heard that at the Little Italy Festa this weekend). And is Marx considered to be that terrible of a thinker/writer nowadays?

Thank goodness for:
1. Pandora
2. My guitar
3. My eczema fading away
4. Michael Buble and Harry Connick Jr. and Diana Krall and (always) Rachael Yamagata. They sing to my heart
5. Ravioli . . . SO GOOD. hard to make from scratch, but so good to eat.
6. Ice cream in the morning for breakfast
7. Cold mornings (I like being in the warm cocoon of my blankets)
8. Anthropologie . . it is SO DANGEROUS TO SHOP THERE. Everything is something I want to take home with me. That store takes too much of my money and my love.
9. Brown: chocolate, some pretty eyes, autumn, tree bark, nutella, brunettes, beautifully finished wood, good bread
10. The nice little note tags tied to the branches of a eucalyptus tree outside of Geisel. They made me smile when I discovered them today. Some people looked at me funny when they saw me looking through the leaves and branches of the tree. I just smiled at them and kept looking because I didn't care. For that matter I really like not caring about strangers thinking that I'm weird.

Being as anal as I am . . . I need to have multiples of five for each list and also I prefer to have more positives than negatives.


A Monday Night Moon

Do you see that big full moon?
Do you see how close it is?
It is calling my name,
Pulling me towards its soft glow
Like the waves that dance in celebration at twilight.

At this cusp of the two arcs
Of my youth breaking against my adulthood
I'm trying to dig the rapturous chaos of it all.
Life is pandemonium and
I'm starting to dig it for the first time.

I'm following the moonlight,
Obeying its irresistible call,
Just like he told me to.
I'm dancing at the breaking point.
The madness is showing, I promise.