Happy 10th Blogaversary!

Yep. You read that right. 10th.

10 years. Ten. TEN. X.

I’m only 27. I’ve been blogging (not necessarily daily) for 10 years today. It’s more than a third of my lifetime. I just started two small ones not even two weeks ago (will need to post more on those later). Obviously, I haven’t been blogging on this very domain… Obviously.

I opendiaried. I xanga’d. I livejournalled (and deadjournalled and greatestjournalled). I blogspotted. I’ve typepadded (not personally, though). I wordpressed and geocitied (RIP [Yahoo] Geocities). I twitter (yes, I count that). I’ve been on a lot of domains, I’ve saved most of them. I like to have that footprint to look back on. The young and (sometimes) stupid. The emotional. The mental. The just because.

10th blog anniversary seems so much more important and milestoney (I’m writing this on a severe and inevitable food coma, so you must forgive the tendency to make up words as I go along) than anything else before — though getting past that first year between my senior year of high school and first year of college was pretty monumental at the time. And the 5th year seemed like forever, as well as forever ago.

After the jump, a look back at years past… and my thoughts on them now.

PS: Why do they call it the ‘jump’ anyway? Thoughts?

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As if I don’t blog enough…

Decided to resurrect my tumblr account. And ended up with two mini sites. To be honest, I don’t get it either. Maybe I got overexcited with Buzz yesterday?

After 6 months of living on my own, it’s become painfully obvious that my cooking skills are nowhere near that of the food bloggers I love to follow (ahem: Anya, Michelle, Katy). But I’ve been known to be able to pull off a few miracles here and there — most notably, the New Year’s pancit bihon.

But I food tweet. Food twitpic. And take pictures of nearly everything I eat. And there hasn’t been much yet that’s disappointed me. So that’s one. The one I wanted to create in the first place.

I’ve also owned ’stylepsandqs.com’ (the domain) for nearly a year now. And for whatever reason, haven’t yet mustered up the effort to keep that one going. I mean keeping up with this site is bad enough. No, not bad. Effort enough. At any rate, that’s the other. Eventually, I’ll move that tumblr into the owned domain.

So, there you go. Food and Style. The links will be up in the sidebar shortly.

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Lost - What Kate Does

I think I’m going to do the smart thing and wait till this episode appears on Hulu, watch it, and then formulate coherent 2nd first time reactions. Hopefully less WTF, and more thoughts. Look out for an update tomorrow!

Lost and Gone Forever preview - 2/9/10

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Lost - season 6 premiere - LA X

A jumble of thoughts: (and a bit spoilery) (and not in chronological — of the 2 hrs — order)

  • WTF
  • WTF WTF WTF WTF
  • They’re on the plane again! Is that Jack as it should have happened minus the crash or is that Jack hallucinating?
  • (I should have started this when I was watching, not when I started watching Teen Mom afterwards)
  • Bernard came back from the bathroom..
  • And Kate’s up in a tree… Why is she in a tree and where is everyone else?
  • Where did Miles come from?
  • (Crap, this can’t be a good sign.. that’s way more questions than I have answers so far)
  • Yay! back to 2007..8?..9? it IS 2007 — right?
  • Now, which hatch is that?
  • OMG Juliet! (she’s probably gonna die… ) (oh look, I was right.) (SAD)
  • Jacob! Hurley really does see dead people. Is Jacob going to come back? Or is Sayid going to be the next Jacob? And how the heck does this fit in with the Others? Or the Other Others?
  • And aww. All the Oceanic 6 that came back (minus Aaron)… still connected with each other in some way.
  • ARZT. God, he’s really annoying.
  • NEIL. God, he’s really annoying.
  • When did they film this? Back in the beginning when they were still filming the pilot?
  • My god, the guy who plays Locke is AMAZING. He deserves a… what’s it called.. Emmy. Golden Globe? I don’t know the difference between these things.
  • What worked? How did it work? How did she know it worked?!
  • There was a whole lot of OMGWTF in the LAX airport…
  • Do the temple others know about the Others… and if Ben didn’t know then.. um.
  • What’s the difference if the water isn’t clear?
  • And holy smokes (haha), not-Locke is Smokey so when was the ash broken so he could get out? Was it a Oceanic 815 piece?

Crap. I give up. I should have taken notes .. or tried to… oh I’ll figure this out somehow.

Far more coherent blurb here: Lost and Gone Forever (as in Lost, TV show, not Guster album)

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Jukebox the Ghost

Saw a fantastic band with a friend last night at Public Assembly in Brooklyn last night. I’ll let the music speak for itself. Also featured in the space, photography by Shervin Lainez — positively amazing (Shervin’s site here)

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I’m not my favorite person right now.

This is somewhat of a public apology to someone who will never read it. Someone I will more than likely (if either of us can help it) never see or interact with again. Better that way. Call it a conscience thing, the suffocating blanket of Catholic guilt that I will never shake…

What I did isn’t important. My reasons/excuses for having done it aren’t important (and on top of that, there is no actual valid reason or excuse for this to ever have happened).

Even after this is posted, I don’t think I’ll ever feel better about the whole incident, I may forget it after a while. But I’ll never be able to look back and feel good about myself or ever feel validated for having done it. There is no other direction except away from this, to never look back. Because looking back just makes everything worse.

He wasn’t all the way completely right in everything. And neither was I. I was never always completely innocent either. I need to remember to realize that. I need to remember it.

That’s enough now. Enough.

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Hot Yoga fail

I’m writing a post because I just realized my tweets just aren’t cutting it with how much fail I feel and how my mind has been made up, but my body just completely failed me, though to be fair, I haven’t been treating myself properly (physically) for the last few/several weeks — so it’s really my fault anyway for screwing this up. And I don’t care how much people say (including myself) ‘mind over matter’, but the power of thought will just not carry my body through a 90 min session of hot yoga (right now).

Tweet 1:

yoga in a few hours is fail because i have wicked insomnia & someone this tired should not be sticking herself in an extremely hot/humid rm.

Tweet 2:

i do not want to have heatstroke this morning, i do not want to have to deal with passing out after 30 min.

Tweet 3:

i WILL do this yoga thing bc i want to feel better, but i don’t want to have to kill myself in the process of doing so (&I’ve been 1/2 dead)

I’ve had this odd obsession with Bikram/hot yoga for almost 2 years now, since attending 3 classes with a cousin on my 2nd to last visit to Manila (Philippines).I found it odd that it felt much warmer, and far more humid inside this little studio than it was outside. Manila’s got some insane (but I love it!) tropical weather. At any rate, I don’t think I ever made it through any of the three classes without finding the need to sit down and just breathe (if we sat out part of the time, we weren’t allowed to close our eyes) at least 2x. It also didn’t help that I definitely had the flu a day after the third class. Despite the oppressive conditions, I actually found some peace of mind, and remarkably a sense of refreshment after every class. Just as long as I remembered to ignore the gross feeling of sweat on every surface and crevice (some that I didn’t even know existed) of my body. I don’t sweat that much, and even when I was forced to exercise in high school/college I don’t think I ever sweat *that* much.

At any rate, I’ve been addicted to that feeling I’ve never quite gotten since. It’s difficult for me to put into words, but it’s something I’ve always strived for. Imagine my delight when I discovered a nice studio not too far from my new apartment. I’d just never gotten a chance to go because: driving there is unfamiliar, I didn’t have the proper amount of funds, having my sleep schedule all turned on its head due to lack of employment…etc… all these other stupid reasons. The last reason has been the biggest determent. How can I go, know that I can’t physically make it through such a grueling session but want to go so badly it kills me to know that I *KNOW* my body won’t be able to take the stress? I can’t punish myself physically for wanting to get that euphoric fix… AND I have to operate a moving vehicle directly after.

If pulling an all-nighter (which is completely non-voluntary these days, I assure you) is the equivalent of having a drink or two, I shouldn’t be driving, much less put my body in an equally harmful situation. I’ve had wicked insomnia for nearly a month now. It’s not nearly as detrimental when I know I don’t have to be up early in the morning… but not so good when I need to be at the studio about 30 min before the class to get myself settled, and since I’m not a morning person, have to be up earlier just to get myself out of the apt. Which is now not happening, since I know I hadn’t gotten any sleep. Despite trying various relaxation and meditation techniques (besides counting sheep) — which have historically worked… just not tonight. Er, last night. Or the vast number of sleepless nights I’ve had lately.

In conclusion, I will attempt to once again go to bed close to the crack of dawn — with no chance of me waking/getting up in an hr to get to the yoga that I so desperately want, but won’t actually be able to get my money’s worth. I am made of self-motivational fail.

freakish thing of note: the word count right before ‘in conclusion…’ was 666. Evil.

future thing of note: whenever I do get around to attempting yoga again, I’ll post more. hopefully I’ll end up feeling better about everything. which has been the plan from the start.

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Peter and the Wolf and some short thoughts before bed

Since it was free, I decided to attempt to navigate the Financial District (evil named non-numbered streets!) to see Neil Gaiman (one of my favorite authors ever!) do a reading of Peter and the Wolf, with the Knickerbocker Chamber Orchestra. First event I’d gone to with him there, and I figured I could use a little bit more of the fine arts in my life. Went with a new friend, and was even more doubly excited since the general outpouring of Twitter love for him and Amanda Palmer (one of my favorite musicians) getting engaged yesterday was rather overwhelming.

In short, he brought a certain something to the classic tale. Also, I had no clue lasso was pronounced ‘lassoo’. :) Must be a British thing. Or a Neil thing. Either way, highly amusing, and most of the small children in the audience (I mean, Peter and the Wolf!!) seemed as captivated as we were. They played a festivus piece (I forget the full name, and am rapidly fading, so too lazy to look it up) before Neil. And two pieces afterwards… the 3rd was something about eternal strings, and a trumpet player in the balcony — which was absolutely riveting. And the last piece was a very very long thing, complete with a tenor, singing the praises of Henry Hudson exploring the NY/Manhattan area. It was rather long for my tastes, and I soon found myself squirming and getting restless… It’s not that I don’t appreciate a good orchestra, and the whole thing was amazing… but hm. Actually, that wasn’t the last piece. The last piece, the conductor invited us to get up and dance a la a Russian ballroom. And that’s when we saw her. Miss Amanda Palmer dancing gaily near the stage, first with an unidentified man, then to our viewing pleasure, her new fiancee. Geez, I just sounded like a complete voyeur there.

Gotta say, that brought smiles to our faces. Hooray for joy and love and happy! (And trust me, I haven’t been feeling a lot of any of those things lately, but that no longer matters)

It reminded both my friend and I that it’s good to be on our own and single, and that we’ll be okay. It was a rather excellent night… filled with aforementioned joy and happy, adventure (we walked around several blocks in a complete circle trying to find the dang subway — curse you extraneous construction and roadblocks!), and awesome Japanese food.

I also need to learn names of places to foursquare properly. (Yes. I just used ‘foursquare’ as a verb. Watch it catch on now.)

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Demons - Guster

The song explains so much.

My words confuse you
My eyes don’t move a blink
Cause it’s easier sometimes
Not to be sincere
Somehow I make you believe
Believe
When I speak I cross my fingers
Will you know you’ve been deceived?
I find a need to be the demon
A demon cannot be hurt
Honest is easy
Fiction is where genius lies
Cause it’s easier sometimes
Not to be involved
Somehow I make you believe
Believe
When I speak I cross my fingers
Will you know you’ve been deceived?
I find a need to be the demon
A demon cannot be hurt
When I speak I cross my fingers
Will you know you’ve been deceived?
I find a need to be the demon
A demon cannot be hurt
When I speak I cross my fingers
Will you know you’ve been deceived?
I find a need to be the demon
A demon cannot be hurt

Guster - Demons - Summerfest - Front Row 2009 (from Savral)

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