Joy tagged me with this because she must have known that I love lists too. I write lists every day...at work...at home...on vacation. Lists are fantastic and makes me feel accomplished when stuff gets crossed off; e.g. I probably won't get to the gym today, but hey! I did get to the supermarket and bought onions. Woo! Go Kimmie.
1. I was run over by a car in college. It's amazing how you feel nothing at all when your body goes into shock. I remember lying on the ground thinking 'Now is probably a good time to cry, Kimmie. Heellloo, why aren't you crying?!", as I watched the driver run over to me with a look of horror on his face. Luckily I ended up with only several stitches and a compound fracture in my leg.
2. I dust every day. Or at least all the days that I'm home. Though I may have dusted in a hotel room or two in the past.
3. I played the piano for over eight years. My teacher told me I was good but I'd never be great because I freaked out playing thirty-second and sixty-fourth count notes. I'd end up going too fast or too slow and ruin some really difficult passage in the song.
4. I used to be painfully shy. I'd never venture out to a restuarant by myself, or even wait for friends by the bar on my own. I'd just wait in the car until someone had made it inside.
5. I can't swim. I almost drowned as a child, so I've always been afraid of the water. I was 23 before I learned how to float. :/
And since everyone seems to be adding bonus ones, I have a degree in Biochemistry and once had dreams of being a doctor. The dream was short-lived when I realized the sight of blood made me want to vomit.
Now I'm tagging Byrne, Andrew, and Gladys. It's your turn to share!
At a Sotheby's auction in London, there was a bidding frenzy over Graffit artist Bansky's work. This series of Kate Moss prints, imitating Warhol's portraits went for $95,000.
How many times have you looked at art and said, "I totally thought of that first?"
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? Why?
Submitted by abcdefg81.
I love big cities. I love the constant noise and the zillion people with somewhere to go. I love the parks built on top of skyscrapers and spread out over old railroad tracks. I love the abundance of taxis (a guarantee that I'll always have a ride home). I love the diversity in culture and food. Oh, the food. I even love the grittiness of public transportation systems and deserted warehouse districts.
I especially love New York city. London comes in at a strong second. I imagine I'd love to live in Tokyo and Hong Kong too. I'm planning trips there next year in fact. My college roommate moved to NYC right after graduation, and I've visited at least twice a year for the last seven years. Two years ago I went for a few weeks, looking at business schools, researching companies, getting blisters on my feet, and drinking lots of coffee. I was so sure that I was going to move. That was the year.
But I didn't. It was always a "Not yet, maybe in a few months". For now I'm still happy here.
I discovered a new sushi restaurant. Or well, Yelp helped me discover it. It's tiny, drive too fast and you'll likely miss the red and black signs adorning the side of the building. It doesn't help that it's partially hidden by a bus stop and located on a particulary barren block in the Tenderloin. But not to fear, it's close enough to the Phoenix Hotel and Bambuddha Lounge, that you have safe havens if the crack dealers come after you.
For a Saturday night, the place was surprisingly empty except for another couple and three people at the sushi bar. We couldn't believe our luck! While it's not as good as Ebisu or Kirala, it's location is prime if I'm coming from the SOMA, Mission, or downtown. And it's cheaper than Tokyo Go Go, Blowfish, or Sushi Groove.
Everything that came to the table was really fresh. Halibut nigiri arrived with a sprig of mint over the rice - a very unique and totally unexpected twist. They serve good quality sake for cheap and the special rolls are decently priced. The firecracker balls are a must try if you love fried foods covered in sriracha and mayo.
What's your musical horoscope? (Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.) Inspired by Stephanie.
1. Bathroom girl - Air
2. Odalisque - The Decemberists
3. The Ocean Breaths Salty - Modest Mouse
4. Shoplifters for the World - The Smiths
5. Plans - Bloc Party
6. Cure for Pain - Morphine
7. Intergalactic - Beastie Boys
8. It's a Fire - Portishead
9. Timido - Ozomati
10. Too Marvelous for Words - Frank Sinatra
I went down to Monterey this weekend. It's been years since I've gone. Sounds like a wonderful idea doesn't it? At first it was hard to remember why it is that I never go. It's only 2 hours away - that's just a hop, skip, and jump from San Francisco. But I had this nagging feeling that I was forgetting something very particular.
Well, that two hours turned into almost four with the weekend traffic. When we finally reached Seacliff, nothing but gray skies for as far as the eye could see. Bleh. It all came back pretty quickly.
Except for the aquarium, I pretty much hate Monterey. Yep.
We went often when I was little, it was always cold and drizzly. And one way or another, I would be dressed inappropriately for the weather. As if that torture wasn't enough, my parents would force me to walk up and down the strip bordering Cannery Row looking at wind chimes, owl figurines, and golf clubs. Can you imagine?
Wind. Chimes.
The visit to the aquarium itself was rather pleasant. Not much has changed though the price has gone up. There is a great white shark but it's rather small. Most people couldn't tear their eyes away from the tuna swimming around it. They were HUGE. I wish the giant octopus hadn't been in hiding, that would have been awesome to see.
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