Lisa

Today I met Lisa, who lives on a boat in the San Francisco harbor. They’ve lived there for a year and a half now, sometimes sailing, sometimes coming onto the mainland.

I struck up a conversation when I saw them reading Ender’s Game in the same spot I’d been reading Armada (which mentions Ender’s Game several times) two nights previously. They immediately invited me to sit down, and explained how they were excited that they’d finally found a used copy of the book. Apparently, Orson Scott Card (the author) is a bit of a “burn the gays” type, so Lisa didn’t want to contribute at all to his royalties. A used copy resolves that concern without hindering their pursuit of literature.

I couldn’t stay long, because I was off to the Middle East 10:01 (a presentation about the region by my classmates from that area, followed by delicious food and dancing), and already late.

But I stayed as long as I could. The joy at meeting somebody in the City, at the simplicity of a chance encounter, even the novelty of chatting with somebody who is not from my school, made my heart lift.

(Speaking of hearts lifting – dancing a workout to Beyonce destroys slothfulness in limbs and mind, I found. Not a fan of exercise, but I may have to pursue it more despite that fact for the after effects.)

I’ll see Lisa again on Tuesday for a meet-up. Today is Sunday.

I can’t wait.

Doodles and musing

Drawing – Playing with color. 


The angst is strong right now with this one.

One day into break, and I’m already bored out of my mind and left with conflicting desires to run and leap, and sleep all day.

Much needed chores got done – I went to walk a dog Dana is taking care of while she’s away for break, cleaned and wiped down my fridge, went grocery shopping, washed dishes, put away laundry, changed bed sheets… All the things that normally get put off during the week.

I slept in today and woke up feeling rested for the first time in a week, testimony to many late nights with the newly-found queer community here in San Francisco. It rained most of the day, so I was content to lie in bed and futz around on my computer (John Oliver + Steven Colbert? I didn’t think life could get this good.)

By 4, I couldn’t ignore the fact I’d been mostly chewing on almonds and leftover leftovers. The rain had let up, so I walked over to Trader Joe’s. I’d have liked to bike, but I was nervous about coming back with heavy bags of groceries on the handle bars, especially in the rain, especially on an unfamiliar route.

I use to love biking for the sake of biking. In Tucson, I’d take my black hybrid out twice a day or more to get to class, work, internship, the store, or my parents’ house. At night I put on a playlist cleverly named “night ride” with those songs that made my feet twitch and rode all over campus and the surrounding area. Limits were only drawn at stairs.

Here in San Francisco, biking is scary. There are only a few streets that have a bike lane, and even then there are Ubers and pedestrians and trash to constantly look out for. I never ride with earbuds in. It has become a way to cheaply get from point A to point B, a journey to be endured for the sake of saving money and (theoretically) time. There are too many close calls with cars, too many risky decisions to be made every time I touch the road. It’s become a chore.

I’ve heard the biking is better in some of the other cities. I can only hope that’s the case. Regardless, I will wait for Tucson.

And so, I walked to Trader Joe’s. I came back. I ate food. I watched Netflix. (Three different shows/movies and two trailers.) I turned off Netflix two hours later, unsatisfied.

I walked through the entire dorm, looking for lights in rooms.

Few were home.

Angst ruled.

Grr.

I think Minerva has really changed the way I enjoy passing time. Normally, I have hours of work a day just to keep up. The sudden freedom has left me unsure of how to relax. Over the last 31 days, carefully logged through TimeCamp, I spend 3-4 hours (7-8 hours on four or five occasions) a day on homework, studying, and work-study.

I think the worst part about being angsty is that other people can poke fun at you and destroy you. It’s easy to lose sight of your point, to give bad evidence, etc. etc, and that leaves you vulnerable to those who have a clear head and want to needle you.


Anyways – I wrote this a few days ago, and it’s been sitting on my computer waiting for the conclusion. There’s not much more to say though, except I’m not angst ridden anymore. It passes, as all things do. Cheers. 🙂

Snapchat in the morning, NY Times in the evening.

 

Many days I like to start my mornings with 10 minutes of Snapchat stories, because they bring gold like these:

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^Self explanatory I think. 

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^This was a totally unexpected find, from a close friend of a friend. I drew that robot over winter break, and didn’t realize that they kept it. Turns out, it’s on their fridge! It’s interesting to realize that I’m still touching (however slightly) the lives of those in Tucson. 

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^Found on a lamp pole near my dorm in San Francisco. It’s always reassuring to see evidence of people with a sense of humor and free time.

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^This was my friend’s reply to a request for leftover blue light blocking film. It struck me as a particularly silly response, and thus deserving of a spot on this scrapbook blog. (Apparently he was out of the dorm at the moment.)


On a another note, I’ve never felt so bad about paying tax. Has it really been less than two weeks since Trump took office?

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Yesterday I was clicking through articles (celebrating the beginning of the weekend; during the week there’s little time for anything but school and more school), and came across this one:

I have to admit, I was shocked by the role of the First Lady. I just assumed that they provided emotional support to their presidential husbands, etc. etc., and then did whatever else they wanted. Turns out, they plan events and handle interior decoration! What an antiquated role. Is that something that potential president candidates plan for when selecting a wife, or is it an unfortunate duty that falls to the woman who marries for love? If somebody wants to take that on, then all the respect to them, but it seems to me that the only role anybody should have handed to them is the office of President… :/

This article was linked from the first:

More facts I didn’t know: Michelle was a lawyer before this, and worked at a hospital, and made quite a lot of money. The article also mentions how once she threw herself into public appearances and underwent training, her approval rating went up––the change seems to have been centered around her motherhood and marriage.

Thoughts?

February 1st

This is one of my favorite dance studios – 1 MILLION of, I think, South Korea. I’ve included their videos on my blog before. Turns out one of my Minerva friends is dancing in their video they released today! So many of my friends here do spectacular things every day!


Here‘s an article for my future self, on what Trump has done this week. I wonder how we’ll look back on this time? As one of the most turbulent in U.S. history? From my basic perspective, only the great wars have had such an effect on us, and now it feels like the entire U.S. government is falling, crumbling from within.

Here’s a random one on vaccines.

The news sites are filled with new stories of what Trump has done, who he has appointed, the ban on 7 countries, connections between countries not banned and business dealings he has had with them…

The world I thought I’d grow up in no longer exists.