Randospectactesticular A-Musings

Answers!!

2010-06-15T04:07:00.000-07:00

...exactly what late night websurfing will get you.

Not that I never cared, but I suppose never really took the time to look into the processes behind the reverse Gumby:

apoptosis = "the process of programmed cell death (PCD) that may occur in multicellular organisms.

Programmed cell death is an integral part of both plant and animal tissue development. Development of an organ or tissue is often preceded by the extensive division and differentiation of a particular cell, the resultant mass is then "pruned" into the correct form by apoptosis."

Thus, "Incomplete differentiation in two toes (syndactyly) [is] due to lack of apoptosis."

Thanks Wikipedia, for helping to solve one of life's little mysteries.

And I suppose the biological realm isn't so completely lost on me as I had thought...

i suppose i can't reasonably request without a post of my own...

2010-06-07T01:35:00.000-07:00

me & the darkness, at saturday end,

after listening to this soul-blasting goodness all night:

welcome welcome welcome

2010-06-07T01:18:00.000-07:00

wonderful to have you both join us!

now... can we get a post? ;)

the boys club

2010-05-10T17:37:00.000-07:00

seriously sultry

slightly disturbing

2010-04-29T09:37:00.000-07:00

so good. and he just hit up sf.

ready to see the film.

being awed by him, live tonight :)

2010-04-23T11:04:00.001-07:00

2010-04-23T09:48:00.000-07:00

apparently, i've been underestimating mexico

help

2010-04-13T14:41:00.000-07:00

Following .. Jesus

2010-04-04T18:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I just have a hard time taking our meteorologist seriously...

2010-03-04T20:23:00.000-08:00

Extract From Anne M. Elzey's "Favorite Inspirational Pieces"

2010-02-10T11:06:00.000-08:00

TO LIVE IS TO RISK DYING

To love is to risk not being loved in return

To commit to another is to risk rejection

To begin a journey is to risk getting lost

To play the game is to risk being the loser

To express feelings is to risk exposing your true self

To weep is to risk appearing despondent

To laugh is to risk appearing irreverent

To hope is to risk despair

To state an opinion is to risk ridicule

To promote change is to risk remorse

To dare being different is to risk acceptance

To question truth is to risk not finding an answer

Those who are afraid to risk

Do nothing, have nothing, are nothing

They are chained by their fear,

They are slaves

They have forfeited their freedom

To live - and to die.

Modified by,

& In memory of my grandmother, ANNE 1915-2002

Snowblivion Survival

2010-02-09T18:12:00.000-08:00

I am lost in a world of snowblivion. It "feels like -5" right now. It's not even fair for a nontemperature to describe the weather. On a brighter note, I thought I would add a link from an artist Shaun and I were listening to this weekend, I like a lot of her songs... it's just the kind of music that invokes the desire to sing along in a show choir-esque fashion with my own "interpretive" dance routines. To survive the elements, I went to the library (and grocery store) and got a few of the biggest books I have ever read or wanted to read (along the lines of Atlas Shrugged and Infinite Jest). The only prospect that keeps me warm is knowing that I will be in Honduras in 2 weeks. Although I am in need of work, I'll be volunteering in a medical clinic not making clothes for P. Diddy's line.

Watch This Movie

2010-02-09T16:20:00.000-08:00

a man with a magnetic personality and an unimaginable dream.

this is the story of his feat.

surprising, disturbing, beautiful, amazing, emotionally inciting, wonderful, inspiring.

seriously, just do it.

What San Francisco's Homeless Community Can Do For You !

2010-02-01T10:38:00.001-08:00

Running has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. (Considering that my memory isn't necessarily my cerebral forte, this dates us back to about the middle school era.)

Although, this certainly does not mean that it has always been a source of joy for me.

I can recall countless stubborn shin-splints; many a tear-stained, vomit-inducing 5k finish; being continuously lapped by Ms. (or is it Mrs. now?) "Gazelle" Knuckles on the 7-mile practice loop, and having to keep tread through my shame. This all goes without mentioning the overall sensation - those times when I just plain didn't feel like it - of feeling as if I was running through miles of sand & muck; occasions which often made running seem much more like work than anything worthwhile.

But after a stint in wine country characterized by indulgence and featuring minimal physical exertion, it feels great to get my soles back on the pavement every once in a while. Since I've been back in the city, I've taken the casual morning jog through our neighborhood a few times per week. Sometimes I have the company of my trusty & willing housemate & companion, Chewie, although at present she is out of commission on account of a recent encounter with the vet/knife/gonads. So, she hasn't been there to cheer (drag) me on over the hills (brutal).

"Get well soon" Chewie.

What I have had, however, is the unwavering support of the homeless community. Motivational cues like "Good job! Take your time..." & the more wheedling "Don't you go and lose too much back there. Pleeease don't" have given me that extra boost of enthusiasm to get me over the hills and back to the apartment after a good, healthy jog.

Other than giving out the time to a questioning woman on the street this morning, and the dull thud of my sneakers on the pavement, my runs haven't made much of an impression on the community in return (I did see a gallon-size Ziploc full of spaghetti on the sidewalk this morning though, which made me feel good that someone is providing for my cheerleaders. ultimate street randomness - just one more reason I'm in love with this city). I suppose I'll have to think of a creative way to give back on my next morning run...

"To be or not to be. That's not really a question."

2010-01-25T10:12:00.001-08:00

Jean-Luc Godard, Franco-Swiss filmmaker

Men...

2010-01-08T16:44:00.001-08:00

I have decided that either I frequent Starbucks more often than most or it is the daytime equivalent of a nightclub (dayclub?). On three separate occasions I have had interesting experiences with men... I had a guy pick up my friend and I's tab, the bar(ista)tender tell me "it's on the house," and most recently a friend and I were approached and asked if we were professional dancers (please note, we were sitting, not dancing) because he thought we would be perfect for his "videos."

2010-01-06T09:34:00.000-08:00

woot!

2009-12-28T10:28:00.001-08:00

reblogged from pwnage, tumblr

simply beautiful photography.

2009-12-25T22:59:00.000-08:00

http://soobinsunwoo.com

Bear Stroganoff

2009-12-17T06:27:00.000-08:00

Ok, normally I find myself spending way too much time reading The New York Times and they seem to always appeal to whatever is on my mind. Also, I consider myself to be a rather adventurous diner. Although, I have to say I was appalled at the article warning- Hazards: Take Care When Ordering Bear for Dinner. I understand they are trying to protect the bear-eater in all of us? Many more questions followed... aren't bears an endangered species? And do we (humans) have to eat EVERY animal? Are cows not beastly enough?

FACT: Average levels of toxic chemicals (read mercury & PCBs) found in the breast milk of women living in Greenland are so high...

2009-12-08T15:42:00.000-08:00

...that they are considered to be just as, if not moreso, toxic than the contents of the average hazardous materials truck heading down your respective local highway.

That is, they are 20-50x higher than the levels in women from Europe & the US (Certainly, none of us are completely toxin-free.) The deal is, that earthly currents drive industrial chemicals, pesticides and other emissions to the Arctic, where they are unable to break down, enter and remain in the polar ecosystem there.

--sourced from KPFA 94.1fm & The Independent online

Jewelry Stores - Bringing Men and Women Together One Rock at a Time

2009-12-08T11:52:00.000-08:00

caption: "Jewelry, when you want the romance to last a lifetime." But of course.

2009-12-07T12:26:00.000-08:00

Very few things can actually force me use the texting idiom "WTF" although this sign succeeded. Not only am I confused about the importance of sour cream in relation to 'One America' but also I have no idea when anything expires and in general I tend to be incredibly, and occasionally dangerously, lenient...

In the spirit of sibling humor...

2009-12-07T12:19:00.000-08:00

Middle School Joke

2009-12-02T15:49:00.000-08:00

How do you wake up Lady Gaga?
Pok'er Face.

-complements of kreigh elzey

2009-12-02T12:19:00.000-08:00

Kristen, as it often happens we are in similar situations. Sometimes more complex, although in this instance purely superficially I desperately need my hair cut as well. Although, I have different criteria that must be met in order for me to finally do something with my hair... although I love the mohawk. For example, my hair can only remain untangled for a few minutes after being brushed and in an effort to grab my sweater I had closed in my door, I managed to close my hair in my car door. Yep, it definitely needs some pruning, as it is a bush. I found it funny that you had a Bukowski essay because he coined one of the best quotes ever... “Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.” Also, your last addition reminds me of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe. It's full of the same sort of literary pandemonium!

Kerouac, love

2009-11-26T11:56:00.000-08:00

On friends Neal Cassady & Allen Ginsberg:

"[They] danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones,

the ones who are

mad to live,

mad to talk,

mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

I am enchanted by the beat poets & likewise awed by the wonderful madness of my own favorites.

flaunt the madness!!

it's time for a haircut, when you wake up with a mohawk

2009-11-21T02:07:00.000-08:00

Bukowski - "So you want to be a writer?" (or anything else for that matter..)

2009-11-18T22:53:00.000-08:00

if it doesn't come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don't do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut,

don't do it.

if you have to sit for hours

staring at your computer screen

or hunched over your

typewriter

searching for words,

don't do it.

if you're doing it for money or fame,

don't do it.

if you're doing it because you want

women in your bed,

don't do it.

if you have to sit there and

rewrite it again and again,

don't do it.

if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,

don't do it.

if you're trying to write like somebody else,

forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you,

then wait patiently.

if it never does roar out of you,

do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all,

you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,

don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers,

don't be dull and boring and pretentious,

don't be consumed with self-love.

the libraries of the world have yawned themselves

to sleep over your kind.

don't add to that.

don't do it.

unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,

unless being still would drive you to

madness or suicide or murder,

don't do it.

unless the sun inside you is burning your gut,

don't do it.

when it is truly time,

and if you have been chosen,

it will do it by itself

and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

2009-11-16T18:09:00.000-08:00

Today I was on Facebook and I saw a friend announcing their love of Cap'n Crunch. This reminded me of a court case I had heard about earlier this year. I would rewrite a summary of the case but sometimes the facts are funnier than any comedic interpretation I could provide. Here goes... On May 21, 2009 Judge Morrison England, Jr. of the U.S. District Court for the Eastern District of California dismissed a complaint filed by a woman who said she had purchased "Cap'n Crunch with Crunchberries" because she believed "crunchberries" were real fruit. The plaintiff, Janine Sugawara, alleged that after four years of purchasing the product she had only recently discovered to her dismay that said "berries" were in fact simply brightly-colored cereal balls. The judge commented "In this case,... it is simply impossible for Plaintiff to file an amended complaint stating a claim based upon these facts. The survival of the instant claim would require this Court to ignore all concepts of personal responsibility and common sense. The Court has no intention of allowing that to happen." It's no wonder the courts are flooded.

I love mornings

2009-11-13T06:16:00.001-08:00

Good morning everyone! Anyone who knows me would know that I am currently burning my mouth with coffee (not a whole pot- ahem- Aesch) as I do every morning. One would think that I would just learn to be patient and not drink scalding liquids or food for that matter but instead I have learned to enjoy forcing my oral cells to proliferate on a daily basis. I tend to be extreme in my thinking and therefore enjoy either painfully hot food or frigidly cold food- namely ice cream. A new year's resolution should probably be to learn this middle road mindfulness that the Buddhist community cherishes. Have you guys ever tried meditating in a group? I have and one time in skinny jeans- holy knee pain! Anyway, girls I did not know that this blog had the possibility of secrecy and caught up in the excitement of blogginess I invited friends to follow! Oh- I am also following! Are you supposed to follow your own blog? And I asked Shaun to follow- I mean following your girlfriend's blog is equivalent to courting, no? Well, it appears that we still have some detailios to work out. Also, I have to admit that having an audience adds to my apprehension to post as well as my desire to keep the posts coming! Finally, I feel like for now, the title fits and if anyone has anything specific they would love to hear about other than my arbitrary thoughts, please let me know! Oo! Oo! Word of the day anyone? Who doesn't love a word of the day? Hmm... logorrhea! Definition- excessive talkativeness! And with that I should probably conclude!

In the beginning...

2009-11-12T13:31:00.000-08:00

When starting this post, I suddenly realized that I had no idea what others would consider blog- worthy or what (for that matter) constitutes a blog. To be completely honest, I have never followed a blog and I am a little embarrassed to try to use twitter as a verb in a sentence because I don't even know how to twitty! Instead of doing research or asking experts I decided that I am simply going to guess and write about whatever is on my mind, especially because seemingly impossible events do happen to me, as I believe I have heard one too many times "that would only happen to you" or "I pulled a Sarah." Perhaps it is my ignorance that made choosing a title particularly challenging but considering the title is still a work in progress and we do not even have a followers... Wait- to whom am I even writing this and more importantly, can I delete this later?... Anyway, here is my first post with more banter to ensue!

Here we go!

2009-11-10T06:55:00.000-08:00

And there we have it, ladies! Still without a title - or a cohesive style for all at that matter - although I chose the domain name as a homage to our roots. Feel free to change or adjust the layout, title, etc. & to post whatever "random" (probably should be in the title somewhere.. Or, Sarah just go with your chicks-to-dicks concept for the time being) inclination strikes your fancy: stories/thoughts/songs/news/quotes/photos/links/your own personal literary blurbs/offhand insights/inspired musings from class/what-have-you...

I for one am glad this is finally up and running, as I have had much to share recently - mostly being music and pictures as of late. For now, from a band I've recently been crushing on: