It's bad enough that I know enough people who are brain eating parasites (a euphemism of the word "opportunist") but now I have to worry about another type. Recently I bought a netti pot. I thought it would solve so many problems. I'm sick often. My brother found this article yesterday:
http://news.yahoo.com/brain-eating-amoeba-fatalities-linked-common-cold-remedy-160603508.html
Short blog. Netti pots are gross in other ways. I do yoga, and any upside down move after using the netti causes my nose to run like Carl Lewis. I wish I could run like him, with or without the opiate injections underneath the fingernails. That would just put me to sleep.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Austin, Texas from Arcata, California
On June 20th, 2011 I moved via Uhaul to Austin. A quick prelude to why I moved. A few reasons. One, I have extremely bad insomnia. I check movies out in parts on Youtube. At the time, "Death Proof" was playing. Half of the movie takes place in Austin (I've been to those spots too). The movie described Austin as, "a small town". It looked like a rock and roll know it all spot to live.
Second, I was dating a man who was pushing me to act out my dreams. Without his nudging I would be in Arcata still. He wanted a pre-planned epic love affair were we both moved for the summer to start new lives. Only his move involved his return to a stable life back in Arcata.
Women don't do this often. Or men. Move alone to unknown territory with no known friends. I did. I'm awesome.
My brother helped me to move. We got to Austin on the 20th and he had about four hours to stay and orient me to my new environment before he took transportation back to Montana. He was late in leaving because he tried to hard to accommodate my stay. I signed a year long lease. My first lease ever.
The weather stayed 110 all summer long. I live right next to Austin's biggest express way, yet I live in the middle of nowhere. Austin is huge! Jetson's type huge. The highways are out of control with fast motion.
Side note: I did not know this about Austin. So on the second day I came a fraction of a second away from getting hit by a car that did not see me going around sixty miles an hour. It was so jarring that I laid in bed and listen to my favorite music all day in gratitude.
Another fact about Austin is that their roads are crazy. Example: Where I initially bought my scooter (which I took back because I was too weak to handle a center stand), the shop has five different names for that street. Five. There is no grid. In fact the road planner committed suicide, which some native told me he believed was from all the accidents he caused with his poor planning. I do not know if that is true.
Going outside requires a water bottle put into the freezer for a half an hour. Or ice inside. I had to walk on a sorry excuse for a side walk on the express way in search of a grocery store. My first day looking took three hours. In 110 heat.
I finally found a health food store. Also, I applied for a job there. I was driven to work in Austin. Yet I live in the middle of nowhere. I also applied at some semi-fast food place nearby.
Next on my list was transportation. I bought a scooter and returned it, as previously stated. Then I went to a better shop and bought a nice, baby blue, badass scooter. I named him General Rommel (I hate Nazis, believe me) and he sits next to my front door. Another thing about Austin is people name cars, guns, inanimate objects.
The boyfriend came in between my search for scooters. People are egar to help in Austin. He co-owns a car/motorcycle/scooter store with his father. We began going out to eat. This drained my savings account. There goes Barcelona for three weeks (for now).
A fight that happens often between my man and me is going to 6th street. I moved here for the music and dancing. Austin is the World's biggest Live Music Capital. I've rarely been downtown. Only once with my boyfriend. Once....it was our first date.
Frustrated that I was losing my savings, not getting calls from potential employees and my cat being too black to handle five minutes outside, I lost my drive. I signed up for a local model company and get paid some money for work. My drive is gone but so is the heat and foreign attidude. The heat turned into buckets of rain. I love rain.
Texas is different. While first meeting my boyfriend's friends someone brought up guns. I made a comment, "Oh you own a gun?" A laugh followed. The entire room owned at least a gun. A person in that room shot his own knee in a accident chalked up to stupidity. He named that gun, "dumbass".
There are gems in Austin that make it unique. We have a memorial for Charles Whitman's victims next to a memorial for a random cop shooting. We have a rainbow colored ice cream shop with art on every inch of wall and a photo booth you can bring beer into. Apparently the rest of Texas considers Austin a homosexual heaven, which makes me feel I made the right decision whenever I hear this talk.
Lance Armstrong is a "Austin Asshole" Robert Rodriguez is not. We have some celebrities that call this city home. The masseuse at The Hilton was a friend to Jessica Alba. My boyfriend takes me to the Hilton to pretend we went farther.
BBQ is big here. Guns, big. I saw a bumper sticker that said, "If you come for mine you better bring yours" and I understood it! Half my lease is gone as I write this. I never explained how, at first, it was such a big deal to buy the best food at this health food store. I'd go through the day excited about apple sauce. The walk to the store was excruciating. I went eight days without sleep once here. But those times are behind me.
Yesterday I went shopping for engagement rings. A nice man who I paid to fix my computer (explaining why I had
no blogs for a while) also let me borrow his Internet. My cat is the rockstar of the neighborhood. As I write life is calming down.
Second, I was dating a man who was pushing me to act out my dreams. Without his nudging I would be in Arcata still. He wanted a pre-planned epic love affair were we both moved for the summer to start new lives. Only his move involved his return to a stable life back in Arcata.
Women don't do this often. Or men. Move alone to unknown territory with no known friends. I did. I'm awesome.
My brother helped me to move. We got to Austin on the 20th and he had about four hours to stay and orient me to my new environment before he took transportation back to Montana. He was late in leaving because he tried to hard to accommodate my stay. I signed a year long lease. My first lease ever.
The weather stayed 110 all summer long. I live right next to Austin's biggest express way, yet I live in the middle of nowhere. Austin is huge! Jetson's type huge. The highways are out of control with fast motion.
Side note: I did not know this about Austin. So on the second day I came a fraction of a second away from getting hit by a car that did not see me going around sixty miles an hour. It was so jarring that I laid in bed and listen to my favorite music all day in gratitude.
Another fact about Austin is that their roads are crazy. Example: Where I initially bought my scooter (which I took back because I was too weak to handle a center stand), the shop has five different names for that street. Five. There is no grid. In fact the road planner committed suicide, which some native told me he believed was from all the accidents he caused with his poor planning. I do not know if that is true.
Going outside requires a water bottle put into the freezer for a half an hour. Or ice inside. I had to walk on a sorry excuse for a side walk on the express way in search of a grocery store. My first day looking took three hours. In 110 heat.
I finally found a health food store. Also, I applied for a job there. I was driven to work in Austin. Yet I live in the middle of nowhere. I also applied at some semi-fast food place nearby.
Next on my list was transportation. I bought a scooter and returned it, as previously stated. Then I went to a better shop and bought a nice, baby blue, badass scooter. I named him General Rommel (I hate Nazis, believe me) and he sits next to my front door. Another thing about Austin is people name cars, guns, inanimate objects.
The boyfriend came in between my search for scooters. People are egar to help in Austin. He co-owns a car/motorcycle/scooter store with his father. We began going out to eat. This drained my savings account. There goes Barcelona for three weeks (for now).
A fight that happens often between my man and me is going to 6th street. I moved here for the music and dancing. Austin is the World's biggest Live Music Capital. I've rarely been downtown. Only once with my boyfriend. Once....it was our first date.
Frustrated that I was losing my savings, not getting calls from potential employees and my cat being too black to handle five minutes outside, I lost my drive. I signed up for a local model company and get paid some money for work. My drive is gone but so is the heat and foreign attidude. The heat turned into buckets of rain. I love rain.
Texas is different. While first meeting my boyfriend's friends someone brought up guns. I made a comment, "Oh you own a gun?" A laugh followed. The entire room owned at least a gun. A person in that room shot his own knee in a accident chalked up to stupidity. He named that gun, "dumbass".
There are gems in Austin that make it unique. We have a memorial for Charles Whitman's victims next to a memorial for a random cop shooting. We have a rainbow colored ice cream shop with art on every inch of wall and a photo booth you can bring beer into. Apparently the rest of Texas considers Austin a homosexual heaven, which makes me feel I made the right decision whenever I hear this talk.
Lance Armstrong is a "Austin Asshole" Robert Rodriguez is not. We have some celebrities that call this city home. The masseuse at The Hilton was a friend to Jessica Alba. My boyfriend takes me to the Hilton to pretend we went farther.
BBQ is big here. Guns, big. I saw a bumper sticker that said, "If you come for mine you better bring yours" and I understood it! Half my lease is gone as I write this. I never explained how, at first, it was such a big deal to buy the best food at this health food store. I'd go through the day excited about apple sauce. The walk to the store was excruciating. I went eight days without sleep once here. But those times are behind me.
Yesterday I went shopping for engagement rings. A nice man who I paid to fix my computer (explaining why I had
no blogs for a while) also let me borrow his Internet. My cat is the rockstar of the neighborhood. As I write life is calming down.
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