February 12th, 2009

cap, captain miss america

f00dz and things

I went out to eat with cacophonesque, cheshire23, and waterfaery tonight. I'd never met waterfaery before so it was very very nice. And Destiny and AJ are awesome as ever. I love people I like.

We talked a lot about Tarot cards and waterfaery showed us her spread that she does. It was nice to talk Tarot with sane people. I'm a bit irritated because that's what I created tarot_week for, but there are way too many loonies there.

I hate people on the internet sometimes.

I haven't written at all this week, but I think that's okay. I plan on bringing a notebook and trying to write things not-on-the-computer this weekend while I'm in Texas. Sometimes I find I need to rest my eyes, especially when I am at the computer all day long. I try to take breaks at work, when I need to rest my eyes, but so much of my work is on the computer. I had been trying to actually take my full lunch hour, but most people at work seem to eat at their desks all the time and I end up not having anyone to sit with in the cafeteria, so I feel a little bit intimidated by the whole crowd scene.

One thing I did want to talk about is my new and increased attempt at hydrating. Work has a water cooler and I try to keep drinking water all day long. I've also switched from soda to water at home. I am pretty proud of myself; I haven't had any soda since last week. Generally I go through a liter a day. I am hoping this will make me overall a healthier person.

I also have been making myself eat at home most nights. I used to eat a lot of take out. Now, most of the take out was vegan, so I was very healthy, but also expensive, and it was costing me up to about $10 a night to eat. By cooking my own meals, which are mostly tuna or cheese sandwiches, and grits and eggs, I have brought my eat-at-home budget down to about ten to fifteen dollars a week. Since I am saving a lot more money on food, but I really need to because I am making less money at this job than I have made previously, I am not really giving myself more freedom with expenditures (I'm actually seeing fewer movies), I've decided that one thing I can do is to actually carry spare change to give to people who are asking for money on the street. I don't give money to people on subways, since it's technically illegal to panhandle on the subway, but I do try to give change to anyone who asks on my way to or from work. I was raised to believe that it's better to give money directly to charities, but the more I interact with needy people, the more I realize that many of them don't go to charities for help, for good or bad reasons, and that the idea that homeless people are only using loose change to buy drugs is bullshit. I am sure there are some who do. But I would rather accidentally support someone's drug habit than not help someone get a hamburger at McDonalds. I am strongly in favor of the trickle-UP economy.

The sad thing is, I rarely have enough change in my pocket for everyone I see.

On that note, I would like to mention that the number of empty storefronts in my neighborhood is devastating. It has definitely more than doubled since last summer. Even Ben & Jerry's has gone out of business. This is the Ben & Jerry's around the corner from Times Square, which is a very well-trafficked area. A lot of mom & pop delis and bodegas are closing, I notice, too. It's pretty depressing. But when I see empty storefronts, there is a part of me that starts imagining what sort of business I would like to open in them.

The (friends-only, sorry non-friends) post I made the other day about facebook has really gotten me thinking of other things that happened when I was a kid. I know I said I was picked on but that I was a little snot, too. I will give you one example of me being a snot.

One of the kids who picked on me a lot was a boy named John. I wouldn't give out his name, but it's important to the story. All I remember is that he was one of those kids who by second grade still couldn't spell his own name-- and I could spell his name, because my father's name is John. But he spelled it "Jhon" without fail. He used to abuse the hell out of me-- verbally, of course-- but I honestly can't remember what he did now.

I do remember what I did to him. In second grade, we had "mailboxes" in our classroom-- little slots where our work was returned to us when the teacher marked it. One day, I left the following rhyme in his mailbox:

John, John, leprechaun
Went to school with nothing on.
Teacher, teacher, that's not fair!
Give me back my underwear!

I don't know if anyone ever figured out that it was me, but the teacher I think suspected something since she made "leprechaun" one of our spelling words the next week. I think she was trying to figure out who already knew how to spell it. So I deliberately misspelled it on my homework.