My Blarg

Thanks!

alora — Wed, 02 May 2007 22:26:24 GMT

I got what I need

So tired of playing with this bow and arrow

alora — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 16:59:20 GMT

I had this heart sculpture with room for a picture. I was going to put yours in there and bring it to work. I guess I won't do that now. Instead, I think I will write "reserved" on the white piece of paper that is inside the heart now, and keep it at home.

I once

alora — Wed, 22 Mar 2006 15:52:35 GMT

I once dated a man who made we want to write crappy poetry, and recite it near some rotting tombstone. There's one in my back yard, in my garden. How about there?

Learning

alora — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 21:54:23 GMT

It is scary learning something new. Like riding a bike or learning to rollerskate, the fear of falling is scary. It is scary being here, in this big, silver buidling in Oakland with sweeping views of the lake, the Bay Bridge and the city (not from my office though!). I see some instructions from an attorney and I am like "hm. What IS he asking me to do???" Then I have to go to his office and ask him what the heck he is asking of me. I feel stupid and shy about it, but the fact is, I am a journalist who wrote stories for a living not less than a month ago. I am new to this. It is scary and exciting. An attorney came into my office today and said "Laura, I remember what it feels like to be you. You are not going to destroy the practice. You are not going to make terrible mistakes that will haunt us forever. We hired you because you are bright, and most people who come through our door are dolts." It made me feel good. At least he has some confidence in me. And as scared as I am, I am happy that I am doing something new. And I bet in a month or two it will be as easy as riding a bike and rollerskating.

Yeah, that lasted

alora — Mon, 13 Mar 2006 20:48:47 GMT

So here I am at lunch, posting. hee hee. Ever since I got this job, I hvae felt even more inspired to write. Like I go to someplace or do something and I am like, "oh! I can write about this!" It is freeing and inspiring. Who knew that when I left a writing job I would feel like writing more? It's not a painful feeling, either. It is a happy, wonderful, freeing experience that I feel almost daily. Hooray! I feel really good for now. I am proud of myself for having gone back to school, which is not and will never be easy when you are working full-time. I had to make a choice to do it and a choice to change my life. If you haven't seen me around all that much for the last year or so, you know why. You can't go to school three nights a week and get homework done and have 'you' time and be social. And you know what? I don't regret missing dinners or art shows or hangout time. I found that this was important to do and I did it. I am proud of myself. LC

Here I am

alora — Thu, 09 Mar 2006 16:45:37 GMT

I am here and all of that. Don't worry a bit about me. I started my new job so I am being very good about not futzing around online too much. How are you?

I cried today

alora — Thu, 16 Feb 2006 00:52:42 GMT

After working as a journalist for, christ, since high school... it is all I know... I resigned from my job as a journalist today. I cried. I wept. I feel shitty about it. It sucks. I am doing it because I am chasing money and movement. If you know me very well, you know that I do not make much money, even though I work hard and I work a lot. I have been doing this job for years because I love it. It is a fire and passion job. It is one of those jobs you proudly identify yourself with. It's also a good conversation piece. But I haven't grown. I haven't moved or changed in nearly five years. And I have hardly gotten a raise in just as long. I am not exactly the "working poor" but people in my office, who make more than I do, qualify for low-income housing benefits from the government. Yes, section 8. So I got an offer. It is an entry-level position in an industry I have been studying for more than a year. It is not a whole hell of a lot more money but it is a raise. I haven't seen a raise in years. And it is a change. I will have a new desk and see new people and have a new commute to work. It is exciting. It is scary. And part of me feels like I am leaving my family. This is hard. I hope I am making the right decision.

accordian

alora — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 05:58:00 GMT

I was at the farmer's market with Ralf the other day and I saw this girl there playing the accordian and I was instantly annoyed. I was instantly annoyed, I figured later, for no other reason than that I really really wanted to be the girl in the cute boots standing there playing a decent accordian at a farmer's market on a beautiful day in San Francisco. I really want an accordian. But I am afraid. I am not sure what I am afraid of. Sucking? I have done that a lot at a lot of things. Being a fucking idiot? Oh, I am that too. So I am thinking. I am thinking I want to play music and fun music and interesting music and I want it to be with an accordian and then I saw this.... This was posted by Kimric, who is quite possibly the most interesting man I have ever met. Cute, charming, and one of those poeple you just want to absorb smarts and creativity from, if it were simply possible that you could just by standing near them. Anyway, Mr. Smythe posted this and I want to go: This class will be taught by accordionist Nada Lewis.The focus is on classic style Circus music. The class is for beginning -intermediate students. two sessions, new music each session, C charts provided. Other instruments welcome, call Nada. Saturday March 18th and March 25th. 10:45 am to 12:00 $20. Loaner instruments available. At Smythe's Accordion Center ,416 25th St. Oakland @ Broadway. Smythe's 510-268-4084 Nada Lewis 510-243-1122 Who is with me?

testing, testing

alora — Thu, 09 Feb 2006 23:20:38 GMT

New blog goes here and it starts with this goodie: I wonder if, because I always use the same toilet and I always use the same sink and I always use the same paper towel dispenser in the bathroom at my work and at school, if I am a boring person.