The more you know

We are not allowed to discuss 3 things in my fathers house:



and politics.

Go figure I happen to frequently talk about all 3 on a regular basis.

My dad has strong convictions in his beliefs.  I am always open to a discussion regardless of preference.

I think that it’s not important, but is a healthy exercise to do so.  One must always challenge the mind.  Thinking outside of the box only happens when forced to do so.

Here is what I learned this weekend:

  • life isn’t about what you know, its about trying to find the right balance of patience, humility, confidence and pride to find the strength to say:

I know somethings but I don’t know everything.
I need help finding out what I don’t know so I can learn it.

Knowing isn’t half the battle, it is the battle.

You have to break the comfort of routine in order to discourage negative opportunities.

If you question saying it out loud and are not ready to bear the consequences of it being taken negatively, no matter if it’s positive or constructive, it’s probably best not to say anything at all.

You can never truly give up on anything.

If you can’t laugh at yourself, you’re probably doing it wrong.

True comfort  comes from within. The rest is just imaginary.

My weekend 2.23.9

Had a great non regrettable, but regretable weekend.

Scratch that.

No regrets.

I don’t regret any of it.

I’m forever thankful of the people that I have come across.

The only thing that I’m disappointed about…

was not the part where I vomited in front of you last night.

But not having enough room on my camcorder to fully document the most amazing time that we had.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

for all that you’ve done for me.

Wonderful people.  Wonderful friends.

Lots of video to pull off my camcorder later.

Highlights of this weekend (to be written about later):

  • Coraline in 3d with my son (it was the last weekend to see it that way)
  • San Diego Tweetup with Mo in tow
  • Getting my “other” best friend on camera saying that he’s” not that smart” (btw that made the trip worth it just there. 4 seconds of taping
  • More encouragement to play my violin
  • finding a new watering hole in a nook somewhere in WeHo
  • meeting a new wonderful person (so wonderful they put up with my vomitface last night/this morning)

and, more to come later

But wow what a great weekend!

I’ve decided:

  • I need to make a point to get home more often
  • I really shouldn’t drink more than one drink on a 2nd “date”
  • I really should throw a fundraiser for my documentary project

I was reassurred that:

  • My son is the most important thing in the world
  • I have some amazing people in my life
  • I am capable of amazing things if I only just DO them
  • I put the crass in procrastinator & I really should hurry up & get the hell out of here and get to work even though my truck smells like vomit.
  • kk thnx bai

Flakey mcflake flake

Well shit.  I overbooked.  Two parties in one night?  Complications…

The grip told me it was alright for me to see other people still.  I’ve gone on a few dates and made plans for more.  None of them really did anything for me.  I have a good time with them, but I couldn’t forsee going out all the time.

And then I met this boy.

A boy with a playlist.. ah how I’m a sucker for a man with a good playlist.  Music is important to me.  I constantly have to have it on or I feel something is amiss.  I am learning how to function more in silence now.  It’s an adjustment.  Silence can truly be deafening.

Flashback: I went on this really horrible date once.  One of the problems with online dating is that someone can seem somewhat sane, but when you get them in the real world, sometimes their brain ceases to function.

That evening was filled with the most horrific jokes and sexual advances that were met with raised eyebrows and rolled eyes.  I was ready to go home.  On the drive back, it was completely quiet.  I asked him if he had anything we could listen to, rather than just flip through the radio stations.  He names off cds.  Metal. Metal. Country. Crap. Crap. No No No.  I thought the drive was never going to end.  Then he said… Depeche Mode.  That night, it was literally my own Personal Jesus.

So back to present day.. another online encounter.  He’s new to the area; moved from the bay area at the same time I moved here.  He has family that lives in San Diego, so visits quite a bit.  He’s spontaneous and intelligent. Free spirited and passionate about music.  We click on many levels.

Last weekend messages were sent and time burned away.  A friend of mine invited me out to an art show and this boy ended up meeting me there.  From there we headed to a “found video” film festival sponsored by the Onion.   I swear, the more alcohol consumed, the funnier it got.  I mean, how else could you find Angela Landsbury nearly naked anywhere near acceptable?

We decided that another date would happen- which is going to be today.  I asked him about his weekend plans and if he had any other dates going on.  He told me that he did actually did have something Sunday, but would like to see me.

I’ve been looking forward to it.  I am not sure why I would be jealous at all.  I mean, I openly date multiple people, so why should I really care?   Because I like the damn cake that’s why.

In our talking, we also discovered that we had a mutual friend.  That friend wants us to date more… to even the point of exclusivity.

Now this brings into a whole other conundrum.  I have not brought anyone I’m seeing to any events or done introductions with friends.  I enjoy my time apart from my lovers.  I’m able to focus more.  I feel I get more things done.

There was a party yesterday for this friend.  We were both invited to go.  We were both intending to go before we even knew about eachother.

I’d made plans to go to this gaming party my friend was hosting a week or so ago- not catching immediately I had already made these plans to see this other friend that I’ve known longer.  I invited the grip to the first party.  I had intended on introducing him to my main group of friends.  It was something that had been talked about for a few weeks now.

Yesterday I flaked out of the second party.  I feel bad letting the friend down but by the time I got to the first party with the grip, it was late.  The line inside was horrendous.  When we finally got through the crowds and upstairs to stand in yet another long line it was already 11.  I didn’t want to be rude and get to the other friends party, nor did I want any problems with potentially going on two dates on the same night right next to eachother.

The friends parties were both a success.  I wish that I could have carbon copied me and attended both of them.

Today is another day of E for All.. another one I have been so busy that I will not be able to attend.  I’m getting dressed and deciding what to do for tonight’s adventure.  This week is busy as well.. possible trips out of town, and the waiting game continues.  One week and I’ll be a 9-5’er.  Imagine that.