Luau! Saturday night my Starbucks customer, Arlene, had a Hawaiian
There was a band and a full bar with all the fruit and silly
straws and drink toys you could ever need. It was awesome.
band taught some dancing techniques, there were kebobs on the grill all
night, girls were wearing coconut shell bikini tops... it was incredible.
There must have been about 100 people there - and she had the back yard
to hold it all. If Arlene ever invites you to her party... go.
Tomorrow night Tim Tahara comes over for dinner, along with
Emily and Josh, the Germans, and Jon.
This weekend I saw The Hours, Devil's Playground, and Punch
Drunk Love. I recommend all three.
I'm still craving sugar so bad I want to kick you all.
Six Thumbs win again! (By forfeit! Okay!)
my hand into my car door, I wait for a Scientologist to help
me along. And when Sean beats
me and passes
out at parties, I always hope for a Scientologist to show Sean a painting
on the wall so he can gather himself together. They can find
poison in restaurants! (Are they required to eat raw
I think we could all learn a thing or two from their fabulous signage. (Thanks, Poundy!)
[2004 UPDATE: This was a church of scientology pamphlet from the 1970's
- but alas, it's no longer on the web. Sorry for the dead links - I can't
find replacements anywhere.]
Tonight is a trip reunion with the Germans to go over trip pictures and
watch the Amish documentary Devil's
Playgound. Tomorrow, a Hawaiian Luau at a Starbucks customer's home.
Sunday, Six Thumbs softball. There's more but I'll stop there, because it
just keeps going each night. Kamikaze
Lunchbreak sent me a CD and the first song was Martin Scorcese by King
I had a friend since I was six, and then we parted ways in our pre-teens.
We hooked up again at age 22 and it was a Very Good Thing. Then, on one
of our visits together, I played that song. The next I heard from her was
a two-page letter explaining that I had become too crazy and scary and she
couldn't handle it. Or me.
I still think the song Martin Scorcese is hilarious. HILARIOUS. And
I am not afraid. Thank you, Scott-san. (Also, I think I lost that one
last Bolshoi brain cell about 12 years ago, and now it's back! Miraculous!
Maybe it even replaced a C+C Music Factory lyrics brain cell!)
I have not had sugar since Wednesday. The headache finally went away this
morning after I got up. Since I was knee-deep in school this spring, I picked
up a nasty habit of eating EVEN MORE sugar than usual, which is atrocious,
because it was pretty constant before. Thirty-two years old with a daily
Pepsi habit. Anyhoo, in school it got so I would need a candy bar from the
drug store down the street to keep from keeling over. Then sugar at night,
in the morning. Working at Starbucks I would eat pastries at 4 a.m. I swear
I was making myself diabetic.
So Wednesday I stopped eating sugar and had a headache since then. Yes,
I'm eating carbs, and yes, I'm eating some fruit. It's the candy bars and
pastries and Pepsi and tea (I put two spoons of sugar in a mug of tea -
and we drink TONS of tea)..... my levels are off. If I chew your head off
for no reason this weekend? That's why.
Check out this
commercial and then read the article
about it. Neato.
Three whole people from my class showed up for graduation. I'm still glad
I did it. One of the graduates was a 91 year old man. He got a standing
I got a business license today. I got a business license today.
And I get to celebrate at Six Arms tonight!
As promised (pictures
from Taking Jon and the Germans to the Midwest!)
And graduation is tonight!
Trip pictures coming soon - I promise!
it took me so long to post today - I've been editing tons of pictures
from our trip. I also had a nice lunch with Kirsten and Heidi, who I
worked with at Starbucks. I am now officially up to date with all the
store's gossip, which is important.
I've been pacing the house with web design energy that has nowhere
to go. I cleaned, did all my laundry from the trip, organized
paperwork in my office, then, nothing.
Tonight Sean and I had a lovely dinner at Bick's, where we got
into an argument about money and what-the-hell-are-we-doing-with-our-lives,
which is an argument we have three times a year for fifteen
years now. The server packed up our full meals for us so we
could turn around and leave. Bliss.
*I'll be back Monday night! Bye!*
06-18-03 Was it on my list? No.
Did I get anything done on my list? No.
I went and got a haircut. Now that I don't work at Starbucks
anymore, I can cut the back shorter (I had to cover the tattoo
on my neck for Starbucks policy). The haircut matches my micro
bangs better now.
I sent this picture to my Mom and she said I should add it to
So I did.
(It's hard to take a picture of the back of your own head!)
week ago (with Jason)
Today I was thinking
of cool dog names. Dad and Kay have the daunting task of naming dogs
who weren't identified from their owners. They have a book of baby
names to help. But at Starbucks I met this dog that looked like a
mix between a wiry gold terrier and a pot-bellied boar. His name was
I always thought that a good name for a bull mastiff or great dane
would be Huge. My great aunt had a basset hound that they called Face.
Pam & Dave had a pug named Nugget.
A bulldog: `Bama. Whippet: Sting. St. Bernard: Malcolm. I had a bunch
of others in the car today but now I forgot. Anyway, for the shelter's
sake, let's hear your dog names.
(Oh, and another picture of Jason? You're welcome)
The trip to Indiana has snuck up on me. I'm taking Jon and the Germans
I still have a few things to do:
• Find sushi restaurant in Seattle that holds a party of 20
for Tim Tahara (yay! Tim is coming to Seattle! He taught me how to
ride a bike when he dated my aunt Nancy when they were in High School!)
• Scan old family images to CD for Grandma.
• Burn CD's of Dad's
website and video and all the animal images.
• Wrap Dad's Father's Day gift.
• Buy Dad another Father's Day gift which is totally worth the
trip because it's such a good idea. I hope he has a DVD player....
• Find and print a chicken marsala recipe for Grandma because
she isn't internet savvy and the restaurant she goes to always serves
her chicken marsala in a pool of butter.
• Go to Value Village to buy shorts because I am a size bigger
than last year. I went through the same thing last summer. Weight
gain is expensive. I think we bloggers should have a giant clothing
exchange. I need anything size 8 or 10 and pronto.
• Does my bathing suit from Florida
still fit? Hmmm.... highly doubtful.
• Sort through Outlook to find flight information.
• Somewhere in there, work a shift at Johnston
Wow. I thought I lost my entire 06-13-03 entry and I was *not* willing
to type it all out again.
Lo and behold, I found it in my recycle bin! Technology is SO cool!
How the Dayments behave at a gay bar at 1:30
sit in a dark corner and take pictures of ourselves.
Matt & Fernanda's Wedding Reception got it's own page. I swear
there's pictures of others......
I feel as though I haven't slept all week. Though I have. Sometime
in there I know I did.
Fernanda's Bridal Shower was Tuesday, in a house overlooking the
bay along Sand Point. It was a beautiful setting. And she loved
Here's Julie cutting the cake so she can practice for her wedding in
Thursday I worked at Starbucks and annoyed my coworkers even further.
That afternoon I hung out with Alexandra and we saw a matinee of Love
Come Down (that 60's spoof movie with Renee Zellweger and Ewan McGregor).
It was just cute, but the set design and clothing design were fantastic
(which is why we chose to see that movie anyhow).
was our group for Six Arms Thursday night - a few more than
usual, including Matt's parents and Fernanda's Mom and family
friend. (I forgot to ask permission if I can post names). Everyone
is excited about the reception Saturday night. The plan is to
dance, then dance some more, then when the reception is closed
down, hit the streets to find some clubs to go dancing. I am
basing my outfit for the night on what goes best with comfortable
And knowing me, I'll end up in a food coma from eating too much
food, just like I ended up after Nanda's shower. Oh, but it
was worth it.
The second that Sean got his glass of wine, it spilled on him.
Kolja told him to hold still and dumped a bunch of salt on it.
I forgot to get an after
but it really did take out almost all of the wine stain.
It's always nice to have some science projects going on at Six
Arms. Never a dull moment with architects.
On to the gig that night....
With Travis, DP singer/guitarist.
When the audience jumped onto the stage to dance
With Gabe's chin
With Gabe from Juno
John & his flashlight
Fred the bartender
Joe, DP drummer
went to the show by myself, which usually means that I'll be hanging
out with the bands all night.
Which is what it meant last night. I sat in the band room and read the
Stranger and chatted with Toko. I think I'm getting old.
Enon was fantabulous - and Dismemberment Plan did an all-request set.
Travis is doing some solo recording.
Oh and hey before I forget!
Gabe, Jason, John from Enon
HUGE thanks to Styrofoam
Kitty for the first CD in a series. I listened to the CD all day yesterday
while driving all over the place!
I need to write this
all out, then maybe later I can do a normal update with pictures and, well,
the usual update.
I quit Starbucks yesterday.
It was a long time coming, and some things have changed that made me realize
that my time there was limited.
When Truly and Soo left, I lost my partners-in-crime. We knew every customer
and their kids, their dogs, their drinks. I'm not saying we were the only
ones, it's just that we worked well together, and for a long time. When
they left I didn't have the same bonds with my coworkers. And then - the
article in the newspaper last month. I think that's what made me realize
that I didn't have the support of my coworkers that I thought I had.
See, I'm really close with my customers. Like, stupid close. These are people
that I've said "good morning" to for over two years. We exchange
e-mails. I go to their parties. I go to their kids' parties. They give me
pictures of their family. I see them outside of work.
I think this became an annoyance to my co-baristas. I'm an attention monger.
Being in the newspaper made it worse. A request was made to no longer have
to work with me. Our store manager was told by another manager that I was
"a problem." I told Heather I would make it easier on everybody
and just leave instead.
The timing is uncanny. This occurred mere hours after my final presentation
for school. I had planned on starting a web design business on my own this
summer, probably July/August, and now, well, it's starting now. I have to
get a business license and figure out how to get my ducks in a row. I'm
so ready to jump into the design part - it's the paperwork that scares me.
I only worked at Starbucks 10 hours (two mornings) a week, but I will miss
it incredibly. I spent most of the day feeling sick. I have about 200 customers
to say good-bye to and I just wasn't ready, but I know this is for the best.
I'm leaving the Starbucks
Page up, because I started it quite a while ago, just before the September
11 attack, actually. Another thing that you may find entertaining (or pathetic?)
is a list that Truly and I started and never finished - it's when we were
first learning customers'
names. The very first name is "Diane and Daughter (?)" which
is downright historical to me. The "Daughter (?)" is Amy
(she's also on the front page of this site today), Voula taught us Greek,
which I still use at Central Market when the Greek checker girl helps me,
Robin started her own business, Stretch used to go fishing on the weekends
and bring us fish on Monday, Christina is still sassy, Rose had a
baby, I have a picture of Elaine's family with Santa Claus. There are so
many people on that list I forgot about. It makes me laugh that we started
this list so long ago as this private page that we could add names to. But
there were too many - we couldn't keep up.
That's how much fun I used to have at Starbucks.
I hope that I put this as gently as possible. P.S.
Anyone need a website designed? P.P.S. This is not Amy's
fault. I want everyone to know that it wasn't Amy's fault, nor would
it ever *upset* me that she wrote a fabulous letter to the Seattle
Times, nor do I think that *anyone* is going to think that I'm *blaming*
the end of my employment with Starbucks on the article itself. That
would be silly....
sent me this bamboo for a graduation gift! Actually it's a "Psyche
Me Out" gift for my final presentation tomorrow. The card said "Dazzle
them!" The project is done
and it was weird finally calling Dad and saying "Okay,
it's done". After the initial few questions regarding fonts
and colors, I stopped showing him anything, and only called
with questions. I did this for my own sake as well, knowing
I had to do it "my way" until school was over, and
then worry about what Dad and Kay thought about it.
They seem happy with it - had some suggestions but they weren't
regarding the design, which is good.
Oh! And the garden page is updated.
We picked some veggies today! And see the comments on that entry
to see how the veggies were!
The heat died down a bit today so we did some great work in
the back yard.
We've had this terrible wood wall around the pool, which is
legally required, but now that the pool's gone, we were able
to rip it down in one section to have a view of our
yard which we never
had. So whenever we were in our new back patio, it had this nasty
wood wall on the side which looks into the pool area (but the gate
was always shut), and now it's all opened up!
before (well, during actually)
after, looking south
in the process (the yard that the wall hid)
Joe being manly
is the view looking north (the wall we ripped down is behind
the patio). For the first time since we lived here, you can
see all the way through to the other side wall. It's hard
to tell from this distance, but trust me, it *really* opens
things up! And by doing this the pool area (which is a decent
sized lot) will no longer be the bastard step-child of the
property. Meaning now maybe we'll keep up on mowing the pool.
I just love saying "mow the pool".
And can I say again just how awesome our weed-whacker
is? I tell ya - it's got Ginsu powers. The back yard you see
to the left was about three feet high just before the picture.
And remember last week I had Truly on the front (index) page
asking her to come visit? It worked.
she was CRAZY enough to visit us on one of the hottest days on earth.
She is doing very good - she has a job with a consultant firm,
and Chris is still selling drugs to veterinarians. (For those
of you who don't know Truly - she was my partner-in-crime at
Starbucks, along with Soo, who
also left Starbucks and moved back to KOREA. I am so sad). So
it was nice seeing Truly. And SOO! If you're out there! My e-mails
keep bouncing back so send me your real address.
Hey, do any of you nerdy ones have a site stats program you
use and like? I'm looking for under $100 a year. Thanks.
I'm going to play Settlers now (big surprise).
06-06-03 This is the first moment that I've dared to sit here and
type today's entry, as my office is still stifling hot. I have a comfort
range that fits nicely in about, oh, three degrees. Anything above
or below that, and I'm a nuisance. Today was 91 degrees (or 32, depending
on where you are). Those of you in Vegas may be rolling your eyes,
but Seattle was not meant to get this hot. We don't have air conditioning.
We have this shock only about once or twice a year, and it never gets
We've been in this house for four years+ and I already know what happens
when the heat goes up:
• I make a sorry attempt to cut my poor cats' hair, leaving
them with chunks missing from their fur. They don't mind, though.
Their coats were just fine a week ago when it was in the 60's, so
they haven't really shed their winter coat. They don't need to. They
live in Seattle. So this heat is such a shock to them that they lay
spread-eagle in front of the fan and bark "meh" when I walk
by. There are now chunks of cat hair all over the bathroom and the
back patio. The cats look like homeless junkies but they don't care.
• Sean will get a carpentry bug up his butt and start
his yearly fan set-up. It varies year by year. It basically adds up
to a fan somehow geniusly perched in one of our windows that don't
open all the way. We have those stupidpointless quaint
cottage-style windows that just prop out a bit. They are a tease.
So Sean will use wood, rope, pulleys, anything to come up with a way
to put our fan in front of these tiny windows and not fall off the
tiny windowsill onto our heads while we sleep. He will also maneuver
a similar system for the front screen door, involving a fan precariously
hoisted up with some such manly materials, making it a life hazard
to walk through the front door. This year, he has threatened to call
Jon for architectural advice. I envision drawings on bar napkins....
• The fish will start staring at me. Their tank is hot.
I look at them and nod a sympathetic "I know". They splash
when I walk by and catch my attention on the way to the kitchen. Their
tank is hot. I nod, knowingly, "It's okay. You're fine".
Finally, I will notice that my fish are all facing me with their staredown
- I no longer see fish profiles, only the long thin fish faces, unblinking
(okay, they don't blink anyway, but still, it's creepy). They're hot.
They are ready to jump. It's not an easy process - you can't just
dump ice cubes in there. The temperature actually rises at night.
I know I will have to do this again tomorrow evening. They are staring
• Bugs. The windows are open and we're talking 1953 windows
so the screens aren't exactly fitted well. They aren't the crispy
bugs of Palm Desert, thankfully, but instead those mutant mosquito/daddy-long-legs
things. They used to be a treat to the cats. Back when they could
get airborne. But now I see one of these guys and yell "Kittykittykitty!
Look! Look!" and the cats only reply, "meh".
• The water comes out of the taps at about 85 degrees.
Running the water for a long time does not help.
• I will complain. About anything. I'll even complain
for you. ("Babe you are so hot you're
roasting. You look so uncomfortable".
Ghettotastic window coverings. My office/work area is against a sliding
glass door that faces southwest. This outside area used to lead to a
lattice-covered outdoor patio, which was topped with green plastic (ugh),
and a concrete block wall that was covered about five feet deep in ivy.
Now, it's our beautiful, bright and airy screened-in patio with no ivy
and a clear roof. Meaning: it's about 117 degrees where I sit at my computer.
And the sun hits me in the face. Having less manly materials than Sean,
my window covering is what you see on the right. This year, I chose some
pages from the Stranger,
and ended up with some cool club ads on the inside, but from the outside,
you are beckoned in with the Stranger's Escorts Services page. Yes! Crack
whores with strategically-placed stars covering
their nether regions!
Come in! Come in!
• I will kill at least two plants with death-by-crispy-crunchification.
I will throw them in the yard for a few months
disposing, in case they change their minds.
So really! Come visit! The weather's great!
giant leap towards Hall & Ass. Architects! Our dear Jonathan Hall has completed and passed his
It seems like just yesterday he was swimming in oodles of paperwork
to begin his 937-easy-steps process towards licensure. And now,
he just has one essay to go, which we know he will do supremely,
as he is a fabulous
writer. Okay, maybe that's not the best example. You'll
just have to trust me.
Some of Jon's architectural beauty: Press
17 North, and Alcyone
So if any of you need an architect, lemme know. I'm like an
architectural agent out here.
The LEIU is a group of intelligence agents
from police departments across the country. This year's conference
marks the first time federal intelligence personnel have participated.
Tom Ridge, head of the Department of Homeland Security, is scheduled
to address the conference.
seminar topics included bioterrorism, the current state of criminal
intelligence, cybercrime, protecting U.S. borders, hate groups
and outlaw motorcycle gangs.
Nichol, 50, of Seattle, a community organizer for the Freedom Socialist
Party, called the LEIU an organization "that acts basically as
a secret political police in the United States.
could go on and on about how I feel regarding this situation, the protesters,
what the hell they think they're protesting, how
annoying it was to see 100 kids wearing black hoodies smoking cloves
and screaming obscenities at the cops and picking fights with onlookers
for sport, but I won't because it would just put me in a bad mood again.
Let's just say I felt much older last night. And I was just there because
these children protested on the same street as my class. Tonight they
have another protest scheduled - this time to protest their treatment
by the police last night. Bah.
And look at this kid - he's re-using his No Iraq War sign. Recycle!
cars were parked in front of me when I left. Don't they seem a bit close?
It just seems so ballsy to me - and justification for a car getting keyed,
I worked a massive three hour shift at Starbucks this morning
before I was defeatedly sent home because we were so slow. Krispy
Kreme junkies. All of them. After my morning nap, I spent all
afternoon working on the video-to-flash dealies that I'm making
for Dad's site. Marc is coming over later to visit, as are the
Germans later tonight. I need moral support this week. The crying
started last night - right on predicted schedule.
I think my graduation gift to myself will be the new Radiohead
CD. Tower Records will be selling it at midnight the night of
my last class.
now to cheer myself up, pictures from the Juno
show at the Vera Project Sunday night. I am just so thrilled
that they are together and making new music again. They put
on a GREAT show.
morning was Matt & Fernanda's Engagement
Shower. It has it's own page.
Welcome home from Saudi Arabia, Osama! He brought us this candy bar from
Starbucks, even though he hates Starbucks, so I appreciate it. He said on
one corner there was an Applebee's restaurant across from a Starbucks. He
meant to go back and take a picture for me (with the Applebee's sign in
arabic) but he forgot. So any of you bloggers in Jeddah, please get a picture
of it for me! It's on Al Andalus Street, beside SACO Hardware. Thanks.
About to watch a two-hour fight scene
Me & Going Canuck
hitching a ride home
cool thing Saturday night. Going
Canuck is in Seattle briefly, and he mentioned this in his blog. So
I told him (on his blog) to meet us at the Cinerama and he did. He did a
very good job picking us out from all the the Matrix viewers. He joined
us in celebrating Kolja's 32nd birthday with beer and pizza at Bill's Off
The next morning was Six Thumbs softball. We lost 11-4.
But I met a cool dog....
Josh & Sean
made me laugh through the whole game. He is a very cool dog.
The weather here in Seattle is supposed to be in the 70's and 80's all week.
This is, of course, the week that I'll be banging my head against my keyboard
trying to finish my final presentation for school - Dad's animal shelter
due June 9th.
After that, I'm free to make websites for ALL OF YOU! STEP RIGHT UP!
Best wishes to Matt & Fernanda, and see you two next week!