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Been working hard and playing hard. Haven't had much down time the last couple weeks, so I'm just taking it easy today and wearing my tap shoes around the house. Francisco is working on this lovely Saturday, and Kris is doing a raw food demo in the Lower Hutt (which is to Wellington as the more boring parts of the East Bay are to San Francisco), so the only person I can bug with my tappy feet is Joe. What are ya gonna do about it Joe, huh????

Next weekend is 48 Hour Film Festival. I'm all set up as Production Manager for a team I found that has won audience favorite in past years. Check out some of their stuff if you want:

2004 entry
2005 entry
Bonus 1
Bonus 2

Keep in mind they had 48 hours to do everything from writing to editing, and include random lines, characters and props. Well, I think it's pretty damn impressive.

The weekend after that we're going to Sydney with Allen and Sarah and sleeping upstairs in a pub (hmmm, better double check confirmation on that). Then we get a weekend off and then like 12 of us are going up a few hours north and staying in some beautiful villa, like a giant honeymoon. BECAUSE WE MUST ALWAYS DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER. This is most of the same crew that's coming to Kentucky in July. We all have money and travel together, to, I guess, spend it at the same rate? So no one is poorer than the rest? Ha, isn't it funny where I am today as opposed to a year ago? 3 years ago I was taking home friend's leftovers from restaurants, hiding from my landlord, and crying after every job interview, surrounded by Germans with boy problems. Today, well, the job situation is, if anything, even worse, but I have a Francisco and friends to travel with everywhere, nice dinners out, my beach, my tap shoes, and retarded neighbors. Seriously, SO retarded. Francisco tells the story of their 8am hammering better than I ever could, because he's just so overcome with incredulousness over their retardedness. Maybe we can convince him to blog about it.

It feels good to be busy. My job is really really stupid though. One of the especially arrogant doctors smiled at me one day when I was covering reception and said something like, "That's better. You look good there, you belong there." What the fuck dude. I LOOK GOOD SITTING AT THE RECEPTION DESK???? BECAUSE I'M SWEET AND YOUNG AND A WOMAN? I can't get over how backwards things are here sometimes. The sexism is so 20 years ago, what the fuck, I have a degree from MIT and read physics books and have much better relationships with other human beings than you, you horrible deaf old worm. Horrible. So I let them know yesterday that next week is my last week, and now things are better. I'll post the 48 Hour film entry as soon as I can, and be ultra busy, and start yoga again, and get Francisco to shave and exercise with me, and start my visa application, and send some money home and, and, ah. Oh ah oh ah my mouth is so relaxed. Good spot here. Right here on the couch. Thinking about things, and then not thinking about things. Letting the adrenalin ramp up and then die down before panic sets in. What a marvelous mechanism. I like to watch these things happen in my body. I've started only taking very small sips of coffee, to feel what just a touch of caffeine does to my body. It's remarkable how small a quantity of a drug or food you can feel, if you're watching closely enough. Or a twist of the back, squeeze of the heel, yawn, twinkle, tap tap.

Later dudes.