July 29, 2008

Notes on an Earthquake

(AP Photo/Dan Steinberg) via LAist

I had my first earthquake today! 5.4! Nice one! The news is calling it moderate, which seems fair being that it was a lot of shaking and not too much fell down.

I was cleaning the bedroom and Tres (my cat) bolted into the room trying to get into the shoe closet he likes to hide in, but it was closed and so he zoomed under the bed. I was like WTF, crazy cat? But then everything started jumping around. The shaking wasn't what I expected. I always imagined the shaking of an earthquake to be even, like a giant wraped his hands around the house and shook the whole thing at once. But it's really more like a thousand legger the size of a city laying on it's back, far underground, kicking it's feet or something like the way the bubbles in a pan rise to the top when it begins to boil. It's a very uneven rumble and it is apparent it's coming from beneath. Which makes sense, now that I think of it.

The lights were swinging back and forth and i could hear the dishes rattling in the cabinets. Then it hit me, I didn't really know what the hell to do. I darted under the doorway between the bedroom and the hall and then under the doorway from the hall to the living room. Then I envisioned the entire contents of the apartment above me collapsing on my head so I made a break for the outdoors. Although thoughts of sink holes did pop into my head. By then it was pretty much over.

The mailman strolled up and said, "man that was a trip." ButI misheard him and thought he said tremor instead of trip. So I shouted, "tremor?! When's the big one?!" He laughed at me and handed me the mail.

Our 60 year old building has seen many an earthquake and held each picture on the wall and glass on shelf. I feel safer knowing how sturdy it it.

Conclusion: Being that there were only minor damages, few injuries and no casulaties I'm happy to have this nice earthquake (as my postman friend termed it) under my belt. It's all part of the California expirience, after all. But I'll be happy if this is the only earthquake story I ever have to tell.
July 26, 2008

Listen to People Who Get Paid

Everyone needs a little inspiration from time to time. Especially from people who have done it first and better. 

Tips and tricks from Suite 101 about writing about the personal. All good advice and actually inspired a piece for my thesis about a date gone wrong. 

And who could beat writing advice from Kurt Vonnegut? Number 3 is "keep it simple." I should take heed to that one. 
July 14, 2008

This Week In Awesome

  • This is what I get to wake up to for the rest of my life, folks. Hillary is an ovo-genius. I will never be able to make an omelette as light and delicate as he does. 
  • I love meeting cool new people, especially women - girl friends are hard to come by. At a lunch with Hillary and his new work crew this week I met an awesome, funny girl named Laura who gave me a darling little card with her name and email on it that said "Laura - The girl you met the other day." I immediately ordered some for myself, although without the clever catch phrase. You can get them here - Moo Mini Cards
  • Porcelain Manifesta is now mine, all mine. I bought the .com, so you don't have to remember anything but those two lovely words. www.porcelainmanifesta.com Soon to be more than just the blog.
  • An inspiring video by everyone's fav NPR personality, Ira Glass, on creating. I heart him.
July 10, 2008

Midnight Musings

Photo Credit: Evan Jones

When I was in second grade I won a poetry contest with this:

Thanksgiving day is lots of fun
Because I get to play and run
My Grandma cooks a pumpkin pie
And Grandpa wears his favorite tie

I don't remember who was judged, if my competition was just the other second graders or my entire elementary school. But I do remember my name being announced at the an all-school assembly. I froze in my green vinyl covered chair and hoped they didn't make me come up on stage. They did, of course, and I had to read it out loud. I've blacked this part out of my memory. I do remember being handed a white envelope with a check for $100 in it. 

One savings account and fire red, Barbie Ferrari later, I knew I would always be a writer. And not my teachers or anyone in my family ever stopped encouraging me to do so. 

I became a pragmatist very early on and by high school I convinced myself that I would never actually make money by writing. It's my "passion," to put a tired description on it, and in my world people don't get paid for what they like to do, only what they have to do. 

Recently, however, I've been shown a new light. People in Los Angeles get paid to do what they love quite a lot and "passion" very often is synonymous with "career." 

Will getting paid to live a more literary life ruin it for me? Will it turn into drudgery once I'm being forced to do it to survive? Creating art with words is the most challenging thing in my life, but nothing is more fulfilling when it happens. 
July 7, 2008

All Shook Up

I want a llama or maybe an alpaca

Decisions have been made. I think I just needed a little shake up. I've been working a schedule that resembles something like 8 in the morning to 5 in the evening since I graduated from college (could that really be seven years ago?) Last week I started something all new. I'm working with our Asia/Pacific offices and therefore am working from 4 in the afternoon to midnight, leaving my days free. 

I'm working out, cooking more, catching up on all my email. But am I writing? No. Well not yet anyway, but that changes today. The new schedule is - wake up, work out, email while eating breakfast, WRITE until lunch. 

I am now much more clear on the route I need to take professionally and it certinaly requires me to kick ass on this thesis and get some things published.