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There seems to be a lot of buzz that goes through peaks and valleys around Twitter. Initially my instincts told me that the Twitter world was not for me– I’m inherently much too private of a person to perpetually answer the question of “what are you doing?”. But for whatever reason, I started to enjoy the wonkeyness of being part of the Twitter community, most especially, last Friday when I experienced my first earthquake since moving to SF.
As many of you know, I have a tendency to do relatively crazy things like move across the country (several times), find myself in adventurous scenarios that leave friends and family (and me) wondering how the heck I got there, and to live in cities where I don’t know many people (if anyone). So to the latter point, as I’ve mentioned before, I recently moved to San Francisco knowing only one (fabulous) friend and her (fabulous) husband.
So, on Friday evening when I experienced my first SF earthquake, I quickly turned on the news to see where it measured on the richter scale (having nothing to compare it to), and to see what others were saying/experiencing. And what they were saying was…nothing. Apparently, this lag-time that it takes for stories to hit the news has become unacceptable in the digital universe that I have become accustomed to, so there was only one logical (in my Friday-after-a-long-week state of mind) thing to do…
Go to Twitter.
There I found a whole slew of people buzzing about the earthquake within seconds of it happening, asking if others have felt it, predicting the size (3.5? 4.0?), and complaining about missing it.
Twitter-earthquake
Now, I do have to say that I “know” some of my Twitter peeps, but a lot of them I don’t. And strangely, when something (like an earthquake) happens, it feels good to know that, while I may not have people I can dial-up and discuss city-specific happenings with, there is a community of people experiencing and expressing how they feel about that very same thing.
So, thanks, Twitterville. Thanks for helping me feel a bit more at home in this new city full of strangers.
I am blessed to have friends—friends who not only let me live with them for three weeks while I got myself moved across the country from NY to SF, started a new job, and fought off bronchitis, but who welcomed me with open arms when I was tired, grumpy, busy, and feeling generally chaotic inside.
So when I moved out of their cozy, calm corner of the seaside town of Tiburon and into my new snazzy apartment in the city, they gave me a house-warming gift (as if providing love, scotch, and a pit-stop place to live wasn’t enough) and I have to say, this gift is…fantastic.
It’s a Frother.
Now, I know, I know… it’s a frivolous bit of gadgetry, but I do have to say that while living with my saintly (and sometimes sinister but that’s another story) friends, Erica and Jim, I got a wee bit spoiled using a Frother to foam up my warm and delicious morning coffee.
And now, thanks to my Friends Who Froth… I, too, have become a Frivolous Frother.
Thanks “Party Cats!”
The Frother
Just got home from seeing the Kite Runner… and I’m feeling rather deflated at the moment. (If you see the movie and/or read the book, you’ll know why.)
So, last summer when a friend of mine and I were traveling in Europe, something had freaked her out (trust me, she doesn’t freak out easily) and I woke up to her turning on every light in the little Bed & Breakfast on the Isle of Skye. I said, “What on earth are you doing? It’s still night, right?” She said that something had freaked her out (a story which will remain untold at this time) so she was trying to think of her favorite things. (In the interest of disclosure, a few beers at the local pub had previously been involved). Being the person I am (curious), I rolled over and said, “As long as you don’t bust out in song… what have you got so far?”
And now, thanks to Dara, I figured I’d share a few of my favorite things to rescue me from sad-movie-mode:
Soaking In Amazing Sunsets (this one’s in Tahoe)
Brilliant Pub Names
Drinking Beer in Bars With Brilliant Pub Names
The Sugar Pine Mill Pond (where many of my childhood hours were spent)
Getting Private Carriage Tours in Yosemite by A Man Named Burl
Cooking Feasts for My Family
Having friends Who Will Be Silly With You (no matter the time or place)
Being Barefoot in the Sand
And Knowing That Anything Is Possible
