104°

It's going to be another hot one.

Yes, yes, it is,

everyone says, or when they meet each other mid-day, It's so hot. Everyone repeats this stupidly, as though at a loss for words.

I read that the line for AC units at Home Depot rivaled nerds waiting in line for the latest sci fi film. Even when the employees told them the AC units they were waiting to unload could never meet the demand, people still stood in the 100 degree heat hoping to be one of the lucky ones. And once they got their treasure, they were sent out through the garden section to avoid...what? Getting mugged? Getting stabbed over an AC unit?

Yesterday I took the bus after work to meet Andrea and swim at Greenlake. Though being submersed to your neck in water was a reprieve, after fifteen minutes and a handful of sunscreen we could feel our faces burning. When we got back to her car around 3:30, a sign in front of one of the buildings claimed it was 104.

It's light and 90° well past 10pm. No one can eat or sleep, and this combined with the heat makes people act unusual and cranky on the roasting buses.

Coffee, Bacon, Toast & Jam

Very little makes me more content than waking up late, making a delicious breakfast, and having the time to savor it. Yes, I move very slowly.

I haven't felt like updating this lately, but I'll give you some bullet-points of what I've been up to since I last wrote here:

• Finished my second week of work yesterday and I still love it. My boss is on vacation all next week, and she left me a list of things to do while she's gone. This is how I work best.
• Sasquatch needed models for a newly-wed cookbook, and I volunteered. I think they really wanted couples, but hey, I'm a rebel. That photoshoot's on Wednesday (and I just found out it counts as work! This really is the best job ever).
• Went back to swim at Madison Park Beach.
• Went rock-climbing last week with Sarah's brother Chris and his friends and saw Chris fall and break his ankle. Horrible. First time I've seen someone break a bone, second time I've been in a hospital. Wondering how much good that first aid course I took did, as I had no clue what to do... Also, increasingly worried about my lack of health insurance.
• Saw "500 Days of Summer," which scarred me for life...maybe in a good way.
• Went to ballet class again over in Greenlake - with Andrea this time. I especially love this class; it makes me so happy! Definitely my exercise of choice.

La Liste

I'm trying not to get too touchy-feely on this blog, but I wanted to share this cute music video. It's all about that list most girls have in their heads about things they want to one day do with a boy (here it's stuff like "Go to Ikea" "Listen to Janis Joplin" and "Ride a bicycle built for two" [yay high school French; I'm pretty proud of myself]). Speaking of high school French class, I remember a girl from that class whose dream was to go to Disneyland with a boyfriend.

I have to stop thinking about stuff like this!

Do you / did you ever have a list like this, and if so, what does it include?

I just finished my first week at my new job. I'm still afraid someone is going to run into my corner office with the huge tree-filled windows, waving their arms and shouting, wait, wait, there's been a mistake!

Meanwhile, while I'm still dreaming this dream, here are some photos:

One of my windows

Hello, Seattle!

Four floors above the street (incidentally, the lyrics of a great Waifs song).

So happy!

Bangs

Should I cut them short, à la Audrey Hepburn...Or grow them out, à la Françoise Hardy...?

Yesterday Linnea and I went swimming at Madison Beach Park, which was the ideal lake swimming experience. A stretch of attractive people and their colorful towels patchworked against the green grass...and beyond, Lake Washington blue and cool and sparkling. The water was a little cold at first, but once you strode past those initial few steps it felt amazing. I swam out to a dock with two diving boards - populated by a number of fit gay men in speedos (whose diving skills I watched with awe) - and jumped off the high dive. Just like being ten-years-old again at the YMCA. Yeah, right.

Just looking at these photos makes me want to go back today...and tomorrow..."and all the days forever more!"

I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB! I can't believe it!!!!!!!!
I feel like someone is playing a cruel joke on me and I'm halfway afraid to get my hopes up.
I'm the new publicity assistant for Sasquatch Books.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!