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June 25, 2009

What color IS my parachute?

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What a peculiar day. Sunny then cold, calm then windy, switching up every hour. Still getting in the groove of full-time employment. Not sure I enjoy being robbed of my late mornings and no longer having Mondays as a natural extension of the weekend. I do enjoy a better income, but full time is no joke. I forgot. Everyone seems to still be recovering from the big fundraising event we had on Tuesday. It was a long and frantic night,  but also an inspiring night, to see all these people in one place, people who believe in what we are doing. To think, just a year ago I was fresh off the boat. And now I'm a full citizen. At the very least, I'm at green card level. Certainly I feel much more invested in this work than in my last real job. And I think I'm adjusting ok.

But then Michael Jackson died and now I don't know what to think.

After work, I volunteered at 18 Reasons, the art/community/food space related to the Bi-Rite Market in the Mission, right near my office. I've volunteered there once before and it's a interesting scene. I've never met so many people who are REALLY into food. It's kind of nice. I mean, I love food, too. It's a friendly, open community of like minded unpretentious food snobs.

Every Thursday they have a different event and tonight was a photography exhibit for this SF-based journal called Meatpaper.

A journal on the culture of meat.

How publications like this survive in this economy is beyond me, but meat is certainly a fascinating topic. And it was a very meaty evening indeed. 

Tonight, I was the bartender. I poured some crazy wines all night and even got a schooling in how to properly open bottles from Bi-Rite's wine buyer.I can now use a corkscrew with confidence!

I ate: house-made headcheese (in my defense, I swallowed before realizing what it was- and actually, it was pretty tasty), lamb burgers, various pates, terrines, sausages, salamis, and a bunch other delicious meat confections from a variety animals. All humanely raised of course. That is no small thing. This wasn't an ironic meat fest. It was a sincere appreciation of the tastiness of sustainably-raised animal flesh. Still, I know I'm going to pay for it. I am so going to have a meat hangover tomorrow morning, I just have that special feeling.

You know, I'd actually like to be a bartender on the side. I've wanted to for some time now but have yet to act on the impulse. I mean, if I have to go to bartending school or be a barback first, then no thank you. But if I could work a few nights a week at a nice little neighborhood bar, I'd enjoy that. I really would.

Meanwhile during my foray into strange meat and meeting interesting neighborhood folks, Rafe was at home dying of starvation and going insane with boredom. He can't really talk and is still communicating via dry erase board. And he still can't eat solid foods. That supposed plus side to getting your tonsils out? That you can have all the ice cream you want? Sadly, it's a myth. Even it were true, it isn't really a "plus" unless you're 8 years old, let's be real here. Most adults of even modest means can eat all the ice cream they want, tonsillitis or not.

I just blended up a frothy milkshake for him and he couldn't even take more than sip as it was burning his throat despite his desperation to drink it. How bad does that suck?

My coworker asked me what kind of nurse I was- more Florence Nightingale or Nurse Ratchet? I thought that was funny. All I know - milkshakes aside- is that I'd be a horrible nurse if it were my actual job. But I'd make a great bartender. G'night.

Posted by debbie at June 25, 2009 10:45 PM

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