once again it's one

it almost seems as if the fates are conspiring to make me write this damnable thing only when the clock approaches the hour of one. try as i may, i seem to be unable to shake this tendency.

oh well, i suppose it matters little.

my baby and me at peace in monterey bay

had a fairly crappy and unproductive day at work. and while the gym was good ("yeah, baby, can you feel the burn!"), coming home was not as happy happy joy joy as i may have hoped.

tash, the little darling, decided to cook me dinner (bless her my sweetheart). and in the beginning things were good. then, she asked me to "mash" the potatoes, something i have never done and of course told her as such. the blame for how matters transpired from there, i suppose, therefore lies squarely on my now no longer strapping and well-defined shoulders.

tashina, my little tweak, did what she has proven in the past to be an absolute expert in. she tweaked. and of course, having just come home from a 14-hour day, i spazzed. anyway, i took over the culinary duties while she "checked her email" in my bedroom. suffice it to say, dinner ended with her tossing her share of the chicken in the kitchen sink.

to be completely fair to tash, much of the latter was because i now decided it was my turn to throw a tantrum. plus those who know me well, know how irritable i get when i dont get enough sleep.

post-dinner (or lack thereof, i should say) things cooled off after we both showered... and my little darling crawled into bed with her heating pad and book.

the latest developments have her lying in bed, once again peeved at me.

sigh.

will i ever come to fathom the workings of the female mind? the answer to that, my friends, may never be found. and i have never been too good at holding my breath. so i suppose it's time to dive in and do what we men are so good at - make sure that my sweetest thing smiles before sleeping so her dreams might be as sweet as mine for having her near me.

later gators,

'o'

ps: i know, i know. choke choke, puke puke. leave such saccharine emotion at the doorstep i hear my more cynical friends holler. well sorry folks, if it's cynicism you want, you're shit outta luck. i can, however, promise some small degree of self-deprecation and the occasional snide asides in lieu of pure cynicism. ciao for now...

blue skies and foggy mornings

hello once again readers of my blog.

if you are actually reading this entry then perhaps something in my earlier rant caught your interest. i, for one, have never really understood the popularity of such things. i mean, who in their right minds would actually be interested in reading about my life. who am i that my words would interest you?

for my own part, i see this as sort of an existential catharsis. an outlet for all my pseudo-intellectual. "oh-please-let-me-sound-smart-and-sensitive-in-writing" angst... as one anonymous "friend" commented earlier (i "accidentally" deleted the posting) i am essentially a huge, self-indulgent ponce.

if you're still interested, then read on mes frères et mes soeurs...

this afternoon finds me once again sitting in the small and somewhat less than regal offices of the red herring magazine - my current employer of choice. for some strange serendipitous reason, my second blog entry also verges on a quarter near an hour. this time, it's a quarter to one... (although now that i look back and see the time, it's past the hour) and my stomach is literally churning with hunger. i am, however, considering skipping lunch, since my once lean and muscled exterior has, of late, become somewhat rotund for lack of exercise.

i have, of course decided to re-visit the gym, with no small amount of nervousness... in fact, my very first day of working out (the day before yesterday) left me rather the worse for the wear. although i must confess to feeling a small (and perhaps even a little perverse) degree of pleasure at that once familiar muscular soreness that gym aficionados affectionately refer to as "the burn".

anyway - today is another day of working out. and while i doubt i will achieve the near psychotic devotion i once held for lifting heavy objects in my indulgence of self worship, i am looking forward to the day i once again fit into my nice Kami pants.

for now, i think it might be prudent to get some form of sustenance.

it's a gorgeous day outside, the sun is shining and the sky is cloudless. quite a change from the fog-shrouded drive to work in the morning. so i think perhaps i shall venture out and catch a view of the mountain for which the small town of mountain view is named.

i shall see y'all anon.

'o'

would a herring as red smell as suite?

hello my first readers...

it's a quarter past one in the morning. and i have to be awake in five hours... it's chilly outside, but not nearly as cold as it must be in new york right now. it's hard to sleep - the heat is on and the large clock on my wall keeps a-tickin'.

since this is my first entry, i'll keep it short and provide a simple update on where it is that i find myself.

after six months in london (the earlier part i spent reliving the days immediately following my undergrad - impecunious and unemployed) i found myself spending a chilly and tumultuous ten months in manhattan, the place i first fell in love. there's something about new york, something that speaks to some of the deepest parts of me. i cant quite say what it is - suffice it to say that my relationship with the city is much like the affairs i have conducted in it. somewhat tempestuous. so it was, that after quite a few years of keeping a firm grip on my emotions, i found myself, once again, on the wrong side of love street.

or perhaps it was the right side. who knows?

it's not important really. what is, is that the few months i spent with K. opened my heart to feelings i had kept shrouded with lust and philandering for a fair amount of time. from there, i hopped, skipped and jumped, while juggling the demands of journalism school (and demanding it was) till i met S. and then, before i got a chance to really get to know her, she left for the south pacific.

maybe it was my heartache that i was running from. or maybe i just needed the job. whatever the case may be, it brought me to sunny california and the coastline of the very ocean that had broken my heart. i made the move with much trepidation, unsure of whether i would truly be able to conquer the west. silly really, those butterflies, in retrospect... time passed, i worked, found a place, got a California driving license and bought a cherry red MR2 - one of my childhood dream cars.

and i met T. but we will speak more of Tashi later.

for now, it is almost 2am. and my eyelids are growing heavy. tomorrow promises to be another fun-filled day spent at the red herring office in suite z, 1931 old middlefield way, mountain view.

until next time, yours in dreaming...

'o'