2002

As a Geography major and a bit of an obsessive about all things urban, I’m bothered by sloppy social science. Tonight’s example involved my participation in a research study where one of the questions was “how many cities of over one million population have you lived in?”. She just didn’t understand that I needed a concrete explanation of whether she was referring to central city or metropolitan population, and she couldn’t see why it mattered…

While I’ve never lived in a CITY of a million people (San Francisco is just shy of 800,000), I’ve lived in METROPOLITAN AREAS of over a million people for all but the three (sucky, miserable) months of my life spent in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in 1986…

Am I just being anal?

Mark‘s back from Fresno in a few minutes with presents and clean laundry, and I’ll be able to sleep better tonight. Funny how he should mention in his new “100 Things” essay (currently on the front page with no perma-link) that he sleeps better when I’m in bed with him. I was just about to do a journal entry on the same subject. It’s amazing; I’ve never been able to sleep with anyone in the same room with me before, much less the same bed…

This from the one who used to pick up boys in bars, bring them home, have sex, and then force them to leave, baffled, by telling them “it’s too bad you have to go now”, even when they’d previously expressed no such need…

Now this (via Scrubbles) is cool. I was there, even though I wasn’t quite three years old and most of my memories stem from things I saw in miscellaneous home movies…

Mellow Sunday morning, watching the rain, listening to “A Charlie Brown Christmas” (the album, not the TV special), and finishing up the decorating that Mark started last week. And I’m pondering how much I love my boy and how glad I am we’re spending our second Christmas together by spending out first one in the same city and the same house…

Yeah, it’s nauseating, I know. But I’m feeling more mushy than usual this week. Mom’s Christmas present is looking to be absolutely sentimental even…

Why is it that the workdays when I’ve had only minimal sleep always turn out to be the most physically (and mentally) demanding ones? Oh well. At least I got a free lunch of barbecued pork, collard greens, and cornbread at Memphis Minnie’s. I’ll be lapsing into a coma now…

Pictured above is my cool new yellow thing, an exciting Stockton thrift store find, as promised. It’s next to my two (as of Saturday) 1962 Seattle Worlds Fair glasses. I didn’t even know they came in a set when I found the first one in the same thrift store about four years ago…

The house is a little quieter since Mom left, but the kitchen still smells a little like liver pudding. That’s nice. And I’ve sort of cheated by adding new pictures to an old journal entry…

Let me be among the first to congratulate Sarah upon completing her MBA. You rock!

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