Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Starting my program with the Rising Sun Institute of Spiritual Cooking
My first visit with Suzie Baker from the Rising Sun Institute of Spiritual Cooking. It is partial payment for the first marketing work I did for her (see: http://risingsuninstitute.blogspot.com/) I thought it would be a cooking class, but it turned out that Suzie thought I needed an "Orientation Treatment" before I begin my personalized program. It was unusual. She said that my food-soul colors needed to be aligned. She put on the light green shirt and orange vest because those were the relevant colors. I honestly don't understand it, but she wants me to put an explanation of that technique and others on her blog, so I'm sure I'll be learning a lot about it. This treatment involved her waving an orange around me, and pointing a flat, thick broom-type thing at me, and then I had to hold the orange and broom in my hands and breathe a certain way. I didn't feel any differently afterward, but I enjoyed the visit with her. It was convenient, too, because she came to my apartment. She said that my neighborhood (Twin Peaks) has many identified healing spots (she calls them IHS's). Overall, it was uplifting because Suzie is very friendly and pleasant. Plus the cash part of the payment will cover next month's rent. She even gave me a copy of her book, Haiku Cooking, so now I can return the one I've been borrowing from the library!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
But don't I need a token? Well, maybe I just got one in the form of a hint from On High--a possible upturn in my career slump:
Something good, maybe great, has happened! Today I went to the cooking school run by Suzie Baker, the author of the book, "Haiku Cooking." I decided to leave the car (and its carbon farts) at home and take the bus--my first time on Golden Gate Transit. What a great view from the bridge--much better from a bus than a car; no railings blocking the view! I actually met Suzie Baker, and because I don't feel I can afford the programs I'm interested in at her school, we worked out a deal: I will do some marketing work for her at a reduced rate, and I will get a discount on whatever classes I take! What a lovely place it is, plus they offer special programs at many sites around the Bay Area and Beyond.
I'm glad I enrolled in the DigiMarketing Class. I went to the first session yesterday, and I think it will bring me up to date on some things that will help me to be more competitive in the job market. Plus, I already learned a couple of things I can apply to my first project for Suzie Baker!
Something good, maybe great, has happened! Today I went to the cooking school run by Suzie Baker, the author of the book, "Haiku Cooking." I decided to leave the car (and its carbon farts) at home and take the bus--my first time on Golden Gate Transit. What a great view from the bridge--much better from a bus than a car; no railings blocking the view! I actually met Suzie Baker, and because I don't feel I can afford the programs I'm interested in at her school, we worked out a deal: I will do some marketing work for her at a reduced rate, and I will get a discount on whatever classes I take! What a lovely place it is, plus they offer special programs at many sites around the Bay Area and Beyond.
I'm glad I enrolled in the DigiMarketing Class. I went to the first session yesterday, and I think it will bring me up to date on some things that will help me to be more competitive in the job market. Plus, I already learned a couple of things I can apply to my first project for Suzie Baker!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Rough Spot
This picture sort of shows how I feel. Uncertain, a little lost, a little bit down...Sunday night was bad. Normally Sunday nights are get-ready-for-the-work week nights. It kind of got to me that I have no job to go to. I know how many other people are in the same boat, and I feel grateful that I didn't buy that condo and don't have foreclosure to deal with. I'm ok as far as rent is concerned, I can hold out for a while on my savings.
I had my Laugh Workout class at the Learning Apex yesterday. It was fun, and an interesting way to get fit. But one segment was watching "Funny American Home Videos" and I don't like the ones where people crash into things while driving motorcycles or bicycles. It is not funny and looks horrific. Other people's pain is not funny. However, there were some cute and funny kids and animals. The other people in class seem nice, even though I didn't feel up to trying to meet anyone and just came right home.
Things will get better. Tonight I'll sleep better and not worry like I did last night.
After my job search today I will do some organizing around the apartment.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
TV can scare
Those tv ads with people mailing gold jewelry somewhere for money are so awful. There are a lot of them. I wonder how many folks mail their jewelry and how fairly they get paid.
Those ads for depression medicine say side effects like glaucoma and really dangerous stuff I think I'd rather be depressed like now. Wine is better, or beer sake plum wine.
Sorry for rambling to the blank empty nothing who cares.
Those ads for depression medicine say side effects like glaucoma and really dangerous stuff I think I'd rather be depressed like now. Wine is better, or beer sake plum wine.
Sorry for rambling to the blank empty nothing who cares.
Sunday night no work tomorrow even if
These blue hills make a ridge wall on the far side of the bay and there are tiny buildings sprinkled
among the trees oh it all looks blue from far away from these two little hills reaching up to breathe
reaching up from all of the cement that took the place of the trees and yet the formidable snakes catch tiny mice as dark little rabbits disappear into the brush with whoever those animals were that made the tiny holes in the dirt trails in this big dish surrounding that shallow sheet of gray water below the silver finger of fog that the skyscrapers give their own finger to. Too.
What am I doing anyway? Who cares? so what if I write weird things like the one above. Who will read it anyway its like a message in this wine bottle I just finished I may as well trhow it in the ocean but not right now driving not a good idea/
So this was a nice Sunday even though I still am unemployed I was enjoying an old science fiction tv show, then a cooking show with a tart tamper (why did the tv audience think that was so funny?) And i made noodles with butter salt n pepper and had no sauce so put kechup on it whch was pretty good especially with red wine even cheap.
But then I saw the e-mail from the job I had a shot at--they don't want me. I think i don't have enough connections not evnough people on Facebook or Twitter following me.
It does feel better now that I wrote that. I have to keep my chin up. It helped to talk with my cousin from back home. It hurts that my friends don t answer e-mails and cell phones. I know what they do, they always look who's calling and they answere even if their eating with friends they answer and probab;y text. Well I would text if i had somenone other than Twirtter to text to.
But I will take that Digimarketing class starting this Tuesday and the Laugh Workout class, and I'll feel better and get a job soon.
I miss my laptop sold it but was just panicking. Still hav e the big old computer at home but in the library I have to reserve one. I just can't stay here all day long. But I like the weird book of poems I foung on the table in the library yesterday that was a quiet day even in the big library. It was nice out but today it was gray. Normally gray skies wouldn'tmatter because Id stay in and clean house cook or work on a project for work but now its just to damn quiet.
Well this helps to write aprivate thing and put it on the internet the electronic message in abottle.
you can make designs by typing see below
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YOU could do that, print it out and cut it to paste on a scrapbook to make a bordr.
among the trees oh it all looks blue from far away from these two little hills reaching up to breathe
reaching up from all of the cement that took the place of the trees and yet the formidable snakes catch tiny mice as dark little rabbits disappear into the brush with whoever those animals were that made the tiny holes in the dirt trails in this big dish surrounding that shallow sheet of gray water below the silver finger of fog that the skyscrapers give their own finger to. Too.
What am I doing anyway? Who cares? so what if I write weird things like the one above. Who will read it anyway its like a message in this wine bottle I just finished I may as well trhow it in the ocean but not right now driving not a good idea/
So this was a nice Sunday even though I still am unemployed I was enjoying an old science fiction tv show, then a cooking show with a tart tamper (why did the tv audience think that was so funny?) And i made noodles with butter salt n pepper and had no sauce so put kechup on it whch was pretty good especially with red wine even cheap.
But then I saw the e-mail from the job I had a shot at--they don't want me. I think i don't have enough connections not evnough people on Facebook or Twitter following me.
It does feel better now that I wrote that. I have to keep my chin up. It helped to talk with my cousin from back home. It hurts that my friends don t answer e-mails and cell phones. I know what they do, they always look who's calling and they answere even if their eating with friends they answer and probab;y text. Well I would text if i had somenone other than Twirtter to text to.
But I will take that Digimarketing class starting this Tuesday and the Laugh Workout class, and I'll feel better and get a job soon.
I miss my laptop sold it but was just panicking. Still hav e the big old computer at home but in the library I have to reserve one. I just can't stay here all day long. But I like the weird book of poems I foung on the table in the library yesterday that was a quiet day even in the big library. It was nice out but today it was gray. Normally gray skies wouldn'tmatter because Id stay in and clean house cook or work on a project for work but now its just to damn quiet.
Well this helps to write aprivate thing and put it on the internet the electronic message in abottle.
you can make designs by typing see below
```````````````````````~~~~~~````````````````~~~~~~~~~~```````````~~~~~~~~~
YOU could do that, print it out and cut it to paste on a scrapbook to make a bordr.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
MId-October
Mugginess
What funny weather this place has, so unlike back home, where it'd be crisp with crunchy fallen leaves on the ground. No, here it has been pouring rain and really warm. Even muggy today, but no rain.
I went down the hill to get some coffee, and everything felt close as I waited for the bus. I didn't want to walk the extra four blocks up the hill because I had over-dressed, was carrying an un-needed umbrella and the bag of coffee, and the pockets of my (unnecessary) jacket were bulging with my phone, wallet, keys. When I got off the bus and walked up the spiral approach to the pedestrian bridge, I felt relieved, as if I'd shed some stifling layers of clothing. I had this thought of the cars and buildings down by the cafe being the things that I was wearing like uncomfortable garments. I must be spending too much quiet time alone.
Library
On the other hand, I think this period of unemployment - in a new city where I haven't established social ties with anyone - is also good. All of that silence and solitude opens up space for reflection and noticing. Things like the late afternoon sunlight coming through an unseen window in the main library, like an odd yellow spotlight. I go to it like an insect and it flashes in my eyes. I actually enjoy the afterimage, even though it blurs the names of the books on the shelf nearby. I realize I can wait for it to fade, I have time, I don't have to be anywhere. I can just slowly walk through the stacks, look up at this strange building, so unlike the solid little old library back home. This building is - hollow. I mean, all buildings are hollow, but this one has an empty center, like a stack of glass donuts. It's kind of nice the way sunlight can go all the way down to the lower level by the cafe.
What funny weather this place has, so unlike back home, where it'd be crisp with crunchy fallen leaves on the ground. No, here it has been pouring rain and really warm. Even muggy today, but no rain.
I went down the hill to get some coffee, and everything felt close as I waited for the bus. I didn't want to walk the extra four blocks up the hill because I had over-dressed, was carrying an un-needed umbrella and the bag of coffee, and the pockets of my (unnecessary) jacket were bulging with my phone, wallet, keys. When I got off the bus and walked up the spiral approach to the pedestrian bridge, I felt relieved, as if I'd shed some stifling layers of clothing. I had this thought of the cars and buildings down by the cafe being the things that I was wearing like uncomfortable garments. I must be spending too much quiet time alone.
Library
On the other hand, I think this period of unemployment - in a new city where I haven't established social ties with anyone - is also good. All of that silence and solitude opens up space for reflection and noticing. Things like the late afternoon sunlight coming through an unseen window in the main library, like an odd yellow spotlight. I go to it like an insect and it flashes in my eyes. I actually enjoy the afterimage, even though it blurs the names of the books on the shelf nearby. I realize I can wait for it to fade, I have time, I don't have to be anywhere. I can just slowly walk through the stacks, look up at this strange building, so unlike the solid little old library back home. This building is - hollow. I mean, all buildings are hollow, but this one has an empty center, like a stack of glass donuts. It's kind of nice the way sunlight can go all the way down to the lower level by the cafe.
Newness!
Welcome to the first post of my brand new blog!
I am a fictitious character, part of a Twitter novel/Social media performance by Claire Bain.
So much to tell, but other things beckon me. Actually it's more than beckoning-I have to find work, and soon! I got laid off a couple weeks ago. Luckily I had not purchased the condo I had my eye on, and my rent is relatively affordable for now, so there is no mortgage pressure.
If you are new to me, you can catch up a bit just by clicking (no signup needed) http://twitter.com/NovaAv
I am also on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Nova-Avon/100000152305154?ref=search
And Youtube: http://youtube.com/TheNovaAv
Ooops--strange sirens going off now--earthquake drill!
More later...
I am a fictitious character, part of a Twitter novel/Social media performance by Claire Bain.
So much to tell, but other things beckon me. Actually it's more than beckoning-I have to find work, and soon! I got laid off a couple weeks ago. Luckily I had not purchased the condo I had my eye on, and my rent is relatively affordable for now, so there is no mortgage pressure.
If you are new to me, you can catch up a bit just by clicking (no signup needed) http://twitter.com/NovaAv
I am also on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Nova-Avon/100000152305154?ref=search
And Youtube: http://youtube.com/TheNovaAv
Ooops--strange sirens going off now--earthquake drill!
More later...
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