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Well, it was my life, now it's my loss... Holy Cross...
— "Holy Cross," Old 97's

I work across the street from a big Catholic cemetery, Holy Cross. As someone who grew up in San Francisco, I find the concept of a cemetery right there within the city limits to be somehow odd and unusual. San Francisco kicked out most of its dead people in 1912 and sent them all off to Colma to get buried. Colma also contains some pretty big shopping centers. Colma, land of the dead and of Home Depot.

In any case, I was intrigued by Holy Cross and its proximity to my workplace. ( It was only a matter of time... )
Later tonight: my Holy Cross photo essay, freshly snapped during today's perambulations. Stay tuned!

The SO has bought some new gadgets. He bought a fat percentage tester and a blood pressure monitor. This is because he's obssessed with climbing mountains while dragging around a 60 pound pack.

I finally couldn't resist the lure of the BP monitor. As the SO took my BP measurement, his eyes widened. "Dear god," he said, "I think you may be dead! What the hell is wrong with you?!! Are you dead?!"

That is because my blood pressure was 87/54.

In other news, I'm going to stop posting crow tallies, because, basically, it's an anomaly these days when I don't see at least 4-5 crows, and it's getting tiresome. Although, actually, I didn't see any today, so maybe they're all off on their yearly migration to San Juan Capistrano.

There's nothing more pathetic than waiting endlessly for a phone call that never comes. But, of course, Rhett Miller said it best: If that phone don't ring one more time/I'm going to lose what's left of my mind...

I know it's stupid to hope it will still ring. It won't.

In other news, ( A charming anecdote about the hole in the wall in which I live )

Latest Crow Tallies:
Sunday: 5
Monday: 2
Tuesday:5
Today (Wednesday) so far:7

Daily crow tally for Friday: 3 (but I wasn't outside for very long)

I did see a lot of cockroaches and a cricket. And slugs. I was telling aerinys that I always feel so sorry for slugs, because they're homeless. I then imagined slugs battling it out for snail shells the way hermit crabs do. Maybe they do!

I will do some movie reviews later, but right now I am too mellow and lazy.

That is all.

Last night, we went kayaking in the actual "marina" of Marina Del Rey. It was nighttime, and the weather couldn't have been more ideal: balmy, barely a breeze. The moon was full, and there was this moment, one of those "perfect" moments, when the black, still surface of the water was like a bolt of velvet unrolled across the horizon, the twin reflected moon underneath it. It was magical. We saw pelicans, blue herons, and my pals the black-crowned night herons.

Sitting here in my stifling hot apartment, I wish I could go to the beach today. Well, I could, theoretically, but there is too much to do around the house, and now, it's time for laundry.

My lack of updating of late has more to do with LJ than with myself. I've actually tried to update several times this week, and the bugger's been down. A sign from on high? Or, a fiendish plot to keep my life's little mysteries mysterious? You be the judge, gentle readers!

( Birds... )

( Beasts... )

( And Relatives. )

That is all. Another fun filled weekend of drunken debauchery awaits... someone else.

I think that the sparrows have a nest in the roof. I've suspected that lots of birds actually live up there, because I frequently hear their cheerful chirping. But lately, there's been numerous sparrow sightings on my windowsill, and I see them flying in a slightly angled trajectory. I imagine that they're landing on the roof.

There's probably a whole colony up there, and they are probably plotting against me.

Living on a really busy street has some disadvantages. At least once a day, there will be some kind of heated altercation at the bus stop under my windows. Last year, they replaced all the bus stop benches with a new standard bench. Unfortunately, this new bench can only be placed on pavement, and the sidewalk of the bus stop was dirt/grass. So they ripped away the old bench, but couldn't put in the new. So now, people waiting for the bus sit on the white picket fence (yes, I live in an apartment building with a white picket fence) and fight amongst themselves. All in all, I prefer the sparrows.

They're just so cute, you know, the way they hop everywhere.

I've switched CDs -- I love the Old 97s, but listening to Rhett sing about loneliness isn't working out too well for me today. Of course, I just realized that I missed his in-store performance on Wednesday, despite having written it down in two places. Ah well. It's not like I'm much of a fangirl anymore, on any level.

( Cowboy Mouth lyrics )

Stay tuned for how well that works out.