I’m such a mess

My energy is so low. I get stomachaches every day. I get headaches a few times a week. My stomach wakes me up in the middle of the night, almost every night. But I have some reasons to think I’ll be okay.

I have the best family in the world and they finally got through to me on the phone.

My good friend dropped by and visited me the other day.

As soon as I get re-hooked up with my doctor and my employer’s new insurance, I will ask if she has any ideas.

I have some days off to try to get more sleep and more dandelion greens.

Glad I found WordPress

This is the cleanest, pleasantest cms work environment I’ve come across. I started trying to learn Joomla but in comparison it is haaaard.

I would really like to convince everyone at work that we should use it for our intranet, but there are some strong pro-wiki passions I don’t want to inflame.

Peace, love and understanding

The world has become too mean and scary a place. I’ve been feeling this way since long before the Abu Ghraib photos and the video of Nicolas Berg’s death came to light. What happened to the values I grew up with — peace, love, and flower power? During the Vietnam war, despite the slaughter and torture going on, peace and love were IN and consumer culture cashed in on it. All the kids in my third and fourth grade wore dog tags, and I always had PEACE engraved after my vital stats. Flashing the peace sign made us feel hip.

Now what’s in? Kill Bill is nothing. Denzel Washington, of all people, is now a torturer on the big screen. And he’s supposed to be the hero. And what about Santa Cruz’s rep as a friendly and enlightened town, a hotbed of peace activists and peaceful surfers? Is it really much different? Walk downtown past O’Neill’s Surf Shop. Look at the series of posters in the windows. You’ll see models posing with lethal weapons and murderous expressions, selling a new line of wetsuits called Psycho. Are the wetsuits to keep the blood off?

The world is caught in a nightmare and needs to be woken up. We can work on that. I try to talk to people and ask what they think and feel. Too often, we just don’t. Think and feel. About what’s going on.

Semper renter

semper renter
5.16.2004

The mobile home buying attempt came to an ugly, ugly end. If someone’s going to be my landlord for the long term, possibly the rest of my life, they should provide a place to park my car, know where the lot lines are, and know the rent control laws. Is that too much to ask? Seems so. My realtor seems to think it’s par for the course and I should put up with it. Well, I’ve fired her. For the foreseeable future I’m staying in my comfortable, cheerful rental with the landlady I know, trust and like. Even if I’m not saving money. Aargh.