A list of just some of the things it took me way too long to learn:
1. That's Mick Jagger singing back up on Carly Simon's "You're so vain"!
2. You can and should always keep a good tweezers in your wallet. My sisters descended of hearty Eastern European or Mediterranean peasant stock know exactly what I'm talking about.
3. We don't have to dial a "1" before the area code on our cell phones.
4. The difference between Meg Ryan and Melanie Griffith - Griffith is the one you'd want backing you up in a fight.
That sounds like a compliment, but I honestly believed that I was running at the time...and to make matters worse, I'd just sped up for my "faster minute" as I passed his house.
It was one of those "Why bother?" moments that I sometimes have before, during or after a run. Another thing that makes me, paradoxically, question why I run is catching a glimpse of myself in a window or car mirror as I run by, or when I see my shadow and think thoughts like "Wow, after 2 1/2 years of this, I only almost have a waist." Fortunately those moments don't happen often, and I think I'd be really sad if I just gave up this activity. It's taken me a long time to even call what I do "running" without qualifying my word choice.
I'm disappointed that I'm still so slow. In a whole hour I can only go just a little over 5.5 miles. But I still don't want to train or set speed goals...my goal is to just not stop going out there.
The bus pulled to a stop and everyone but me exited, into the desert it seemed; there were no buildings near. The driver put the bus in Park. The airport was in plain view, but I asked anyway, "Should I get off here and walk that way to the airport?" He stood up to stretch. "No, please don't! I just have to wait here another 2 minutes." "Will we get there by 4:30?" He laughed, "We'd have to go really slow to get there by 4:30." Normally I would have felt like an idiot and kept quiet. "I had to ask," I replied, "because time and distance in Las Vegas are not like time and distance in any other city."
Well, OK, Café and Bar Bernardo doesn't have a membership; if it did, I'd sign up. As it is, I'm just a regular and not even the kind of regular whose name the staff knows. But they know my order, and that of my almost-tocaya, speaking of names.
For a few months we've been trying to go once a week and we usually make it. I value these lunches; we talk about work, our work and details before getting down to more personal topics. Sometimes we eat quickly and get back to our respective computers, but most of the time we can linger a bit, la sobremesa.
Tocayos are people who share the same name. My almost-tocaya and I have many other things in common and we always order the same thing at Bernardo. Sometimes the servers remember...
On Monday I went to Bernardo, but not with my almost-tocaya. I went with my mentor, who can be a bit formal and always appropriate. We approached the counter to order, "Go ahead, Val," he nudged me forward.
The dimpled waiter/cashier smiled and asked, "The usual 3-salad sampler?"
"No no, not today... I'll be doing something a little different. Just the Thai noodle, please." And I let a tiny bit of panic show in my eyes. The kid's a quick study; he winked almost imperceptibly and asked, "Anything to drink?" instead of his usual, "And the usual Sauvignon Blanc? One now and one after?"
I'll be sure to take good care of his tip jar next week...
"It took me 10 minutes to find a **** ****** DVD, I have smashed chocolate-covered pomegranate all over my white sweater and I'm trying to pin my bangs out of my eyes using a paper clip. Do I look ready for...well...anything?"
No, I'm even more not ready for Christmas than usual.
Last night I* caught up with L.** outside his house where I handed him a Costco box of oatmeal and his chartreuse Bakelite serving dish I'd had since before my exams when he brought me a lasagna in it so I wouldn't have to stress about cooking. In exchange he handed me a plate of pineapple upside-down cake he'd made the night before.
We sat on the short concrete wall talking for a good while. He said he'd been talking about me. He'd observed to his husband***, "Valerie doesn't really like to decorate very much, does she?"
"Sure she does," R. replied. "Her style is just different from yours. She decorates like a Mexican."
"Is this outfit too dominatrix-y for the office?" she asked her friend and then did some weird half-pirouette. When she saw me she startled, but recovered quickly. "Heehee...oops...heehee."
"Really now," I admonished her. "If you have to ask...well, what you really want is attention for saying something naughty in line at Starbucks. ¿no?"
So, the word "app" should indicate that I have a iPhone. I've had it almost 2 weeks and I haven't really looked up from it since.
First things first; I'm not going to go all Apple Apologetic. I love it, and even confess that I've had an attraction to it for about a year. But I had misgivings and hesitations; "Too expensive", "Too much phone for me-I've reached a learning dead end.", "Why do I need all that if I already have a ____?" etc. And these arguments kept me from seriously considering it. But ... there was always an underlying tech-y sort of lust seething underneath. I'd never wanted an appliance so badly. The iPhone made me completely forget the Dyson vac. No, all the Dyson vacs.
My fellow grad student G. was the first person in my world to get one. We bumped into each other at the ARC. I'd just finished using the ab workout thingy and we decided to meet to work out together next time. "Let me get your number," she said and pulled out her phone. "OMG! Is that an iPhone? Can I touch it?" She backed up a few steps, "Uh, no...not really." "It's OK, I understand," I replied. "I wouldn't let you touch my MacBook." "Let me take your picture, Val. And if you call me, your pic will pop up on the screen." "Oooh! It has a camera! I mean, of course it does. No, don't take one! I just worked out, for God's sake...wait...yeah, take it, it'll be like having witnesses that I did something fitness-y!" I asked her how it would be for running outside and she mentioned that her waterproof case wasn't really that waterproof. "Oh, I wouldn't have a problem with that. I'd put it in a Ziploc!" "Um..."
Which was one of the reasons I thought I might not be worthy...
The second person in my world to have one was one of the students in my favorite UCD class ever. I saw him sitting outside of Sproul after our last class of the quarter eating some of the food he'd brought to our fiesta but hadn't had a chance to eat during the class period. I sat down and thanked him for his generous and surprising gesture. He thanked me for the class. I noted that everyone in class had really bonded and that it made a really nice atmosphere and said I'd miss them all very much. "We'll stay in touch. You have Facebook, don't you?" he asked. "Uh...yeah." "I'll add you now," he said, pulling out his iPhone. "Oooh, you can Facebook on that?" "Yeah. It has internet. And another thing you'd like, it can keep track of the mileage on your runs." (They remember what I say in class?) "Cool! What else?" "You can get an application for it so you can hold it up to a speaker and it will tell you what song is playing." "Oooooh..." I thought he'd say no, but I tried anyway, "Can I touch it?" To my surprise, he handed it over. I looked down at it in my hand and declared, dismayed, "It might be too big for my grip." "Um..."
But then my shorter-than-me officemate got one. And then we did some research...
And now I totally get it. I know why people are constantly pulling them out of purses and pockets or not even bothering to put them in there to begin with. It's really kind of addicting.
But I'm trying reallyreally hard not to be douchey. I pull over on the side of the sidewalk if I get a text or want to send a text. I put it away at lunch...unless, of course, I'm lunching with another iPhone user.
And speaking of lunch...
I don't have many apps. I got Facebook first thing and for free. And from the iPhone I got up the courage to put a "like" on the wall of a writer I hold in high esteem. I also got Pandora, but can't make it work. I got a word twist game. It's a battery suck. The LiveStrong calorie counter was my last app purchase, on Monday. It has everything in it! I've dedicated the first week to "calibrating". The first day I over-consumed by about 400 calories. Yesterday was under. Today I ate my weight in sushi at lunch and ended up having popcorn and Sauvignon Blanc for dinner and still went over! And I didn't run. It was supposed to help me be healthier, but I don't think being so involved obsessed with it is healthy. Nor is the self-castigation that's already starting to happen. It's bothering me quite a lot because the whole counting calories is something I never wanted to do.
And it's so totally not something I evereverever wanted to write about!
