Why I Should Stop Eating Breakfast

while reading the Curvature:

I've just lost my appetite (trigger warning).

Captain's Log: I have lost track of the days.

Not really. It's Monday. Day 1 of week 2. All seems to be going well.

San Luis Obispo County has some fantastic wineries, in case you were wondering. Talley and Wolff Creek were the two I visited, followed by a trip to Tsurugi for sushi. Yum.

After a four and a half hour drive in greater Los Angeles area traffic, my brother was a welcome relief from the salespeople I've been dealing with all week. Understandably, the folks I've been seeing are nervous as they're interviewing for new jobs, but it's difficult to deal with nervous people all day. Instead, I got to have beers (and wine) to my sarcastic jackass of a brother, who made me feel better about all sorts of things. His in-laws (whose house I stayed at) were as gracious as ever, ready to accomodate me last minute. I didn't feel quite as bad about house crashing, as I brought 2 and a half pounds of fresh Dungeness crab with me. Long story.

Tonight: beer. Again. It's a long day.

Captain's Log: Day 6

Um, I think it's day 6.

Anyway, change of plans: L.A. all next week, too. The client managers on site this week liked me so much they asked me not to go to Chicago, so I'm staying put. Good sign for me.

Last night I lost 15 bucks in a poker game to executives who make three times as much money as me. But I put $80 worth of sushi on the corporate credit card for myself and a few team members, and it was worth every penny. The sushi place was quirky, and the waitress pulled up a chair and had a beer with us.

California is weird.

This weekend: renting a car to drive up to see my brother. Finally.

Captain's Log: Day 3

Dude, traveling for business is not that much fun.

I haven't seen anything but the inside of the hotel. Blah. But I seem to be kicking butt here - the client's site leads keep telling me that I'm doing a good job. As long as the client is happy...

friday update

I'll be leaving on Sunday for a two-week business trip. On the itinerary: Los Angeles for week one, Chicago for week two. I have no idea what my internet access will be like, and I don't know how bloggable the trip will be. So be prepared, my few regular readers, for infrequent updates and an erratic schedule.

Enjoy!

this time, I actually did...

...throw up. For real.

Check this out.

NaPoMo: Poem for April 30

So today is the last day.
You can find more info about NaPoMo here, here and here.

I Cannot Live With You (640)
Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with You –
It would be Life –
And Life is over there –
Behind the Shelf

The Sexton keeps the Key to –
Putting up
Our Life – His Porcelain –
Like a Cup –

Discarded of the Housewife –
Quaint – or Broke –
A newer Sevres pleases –
Old Ones crack –

I could not die – with You –
For One must wait
To shut the Other's Gaze down –
You – could not –

And I – could I stand by
And see You – freeze –
Without my Right of Frost –
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise – with You –
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesus' –
That New Grace

Glow plain – and foreign
On my homesick Eye –
Except that You than He
Shone closer by –

They'd judge Us – How –
For You – served Heaven – You know,
Or sought to –
I could not –

Because You saturated Sight –
And I had no more Eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise

And were You lost, I would be –
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame –

And were You – saved –
And I – condemned to be
Where You were not –
That self – were Hell to Me –

So We must meet apart –
You there – I – here –
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are – and Prayer –
And that White Sustenance –
Despair –

Find out more about Emily Dickinson here.

NaPoMo: Poem for April 29

You can find more info about NaPoMo here, here and here.

One from our current Poet Laureate.

Errata
Charles Simic

Where it says snow
read teeth-marks of a virgin
Where it says knife read
you passed through my bones
like a police-whistle
Where it says table read horse
Where it says horse read my migrant's bundle
Apples are to remain apples
Each time a hat appears
think of Isaac Newton
reading the Old Testament
Remove all periods
They are scars made by words
I couldn't bring myself to say
Put a finger over each sunrise
it will blind you otherwise
That damn ant is still stirring
Will there be time left to list
all errors to replace
all hands guns owls plates
all cigars ponds woods and reach
that beer-bottle my greatest mistake
the word I allowed to be written
when I should have shouted
her name

Find out more about Charles Simic here.

April 30: Wear Red to End Sexual Violence

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, and you may recall that earlier this month I participated in Blog Against Sexual Violence Day. There are a lot of events that have happened during April to raise awareness of sexual violence, and I've missed a lot of them for a few reasons - but tomorrow is one that I will not miss, as it's something really easy that everyone can do:

Wear Red.

Not only will you be commemorating Sexual Assault Awareness Month, you will also be lending your body to represent the various forms of violence that women of color experience every day. Take a stand tomorrow by wearing red: stand against sexual violence and violence against women of color. Let your body speak for you across cultural lines.

Join in.
Wear red.