e_juliana: (sf rising)
I'm in the throes of my annual Overdose of Stone Fruits. I love them - pluots, nectarines, cherries, plums.... nom nom nom nom. And the farmer's market is so close and has such a great selection. MY FRUITS, LET ME SHOW YOU THEM.

Today is such a perfect, mild, sunny San Francisco day that I would have been absolutely unsurprised if everyone at the Ferry Building Farmer's Market had burst into a spontaneous polka of joy. You know I would have joined right in, too.

Errata.

Jan. 21st, 2005 02:28 pm
e_juliana: (happyhappyjoyjoy)
To all the New Englanders who were trying to tempt me their way when I complained about the cold and ice here, I say: Neener.

I will not mention the 6 inches of snow we're currently getting. I'm just glad we live right behind the Guthrie right now, so we don't have to deal with idiot drivers.

*************

I am very sad that Satsuma season is over. I am trying to console myself with Clementines, but they are not the same. They are dry and bitter compared to the sweet juicy tartastic goodness of mandarin oranges. I've never found a citrus fruit that I like as much as mandarins. Hell, only raspberries and cherries top mandarins in my Pantheon Of Fruit.

*************

Rehearsal is going well. I only wandered onstage for a total of 10 minutes out of a 3-hour rehearsal session last night, but my attention was absorbed by Leading Women: Plays For Actresses. I tore through 5 full-length plays - which I will review in my next post.

I'll need to bring crosswords or something to work on during shows, though. I'll have a lot of downtime, but not enough to allow myself to be absorbed into a book. Besides, I enter an incredibly private headspace when I'm reading, which is not conducive to performing.

*************

Have I mentioned how much I love our treadmill? Because I do. It's so easy to just hop on for 20 minutes and then hop off. I could never do that with running outside - I either need to bundle up or apply sunscreen, and once I've gone to that trouble, I don't want to have it be a wasted effort, so if I don't have enough energy for a full run, I may as well just stay in and nap, and then I get out of shape. I do miss the outdoor runs, but they will return soon enough.

Other good things - If I feel like doing a hill workout, I can just program it in instead of having to calculate how many blocks I've run and what that distance is in my head and where I should go next. It also keeps me to a strict pace, which I'm incredibly lazy about doing on my own.

I'm a little obsessed with getting into shape right now, because I fear what the costumer will put me in for Measure For Measure. I am playing a whore, after all. I did have the goal of getting into super shape before the end of 2004, but I got a little derailed. I look upon this as catch-up. This week has been very good, with some sort of exercise occurring every day. (Monday's was before my tummy rebelled.) I hope I keep this up.

I think I love the treadmill most because it gave me another context to run in, so it revitalized all of my running. Yes.

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Ganked from [livejournal.com profile] lysana - my Humor type:

Sunny/Dark: 1/10
Dry/Gross: 5/10
Traditional/Offbeat: 4/10
Active/Passive: 6/10


You are a SGT--Sunny Gross Traditional. This makes you a John Hughes.

Your sense of humor makes you the ultimate every- person, just I'm-a try not to trouble nobody. You're laid back. Like la-a-a-aid back. You might be from the Midwest.

You enjoy the occasional weird or dark humor, and the right joke out of nowhere can really make you laugh out loud. In fact, the funniest stuff for you is the stuff that takes you off guard. If you can see it coming, you don't want to see it arrive.

You probably don't think this site is all that funny. So it's weird that you're here. I appreciate it, though. Maybe I'll cut back on the ranting and say something nice for a change.

Your Active humor score of 6/10 means you are ju-u-ust right. You're probably pretty popular -- a walking social lubricant. You know how to take someone from on edge to relaxed, and from relaxed to larfing. You're kind of like an episode of Arrested Development. That show is good. Anyway. Rave on, funny one.


If you want to take it to find out yours, go here.
e_juliana: (Default)
The cold is brutal. I am summer-soft, invalid-weak, unprepared for this bone-searing chill. Its icy fingers creep into our home, pervading every nook and cranny, making action impossible and sleep a refuge. The knife-sharp wind howls up the hill, slicing away protective layers and lacerating the delicate skin. Warmth is an mirage, shimmering and beckoning in this frosty desert.

Utterly frozen is this youthful lady,
Even as the snow that lies within the shade


I admit to being weaker than most, to being more affected by it this year, to not enjoying the struggle as I once did. My accident plays a large part in that, as does our new home, which has location and age working against it.

However, the projected lows will be staying in the negative digits for the next 5 days at the least, and will be accompanied by strong winds. This will not be pleasant.

This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—



(edit: a three-fer! Shakespeare, Dante, and Emily Dickinson. All hail Bartlett's, the one-stop shop for poor memories that recall a whiff of a line of a poem.)
e_juliana: (impulse)
My inner self has decided that it is Spring, no matter what the weather says. I am exercising every day, I'm dreaming of travelling, and I find myself indulging in fantasies of completely inappropriate flirting. I'm restless, in other words. Wanting to find something new and shiny, to leave all of the struggles and scrapes behind. Wanting to reinvent, to not have to be Me anymore, to try everything I haven't tried before.

But if I did, once I did, what then? I would become bound down by the new people's perception of me, by the new life, by my new self. It would become Old, and I would be dreaming of New once more. I would tear up stakes again, and reinvent myself all over. How many times is that truly possible?



Part of the reason I know Z is the best match for me is that even when I'm craving the New, I'm happy to be with him. I don't need to wander, I just (kind of) want to. He understands that feeling well.

Brrrrrrrr.

Mar. 11th, 2004 08:33 am
e_juliana: (sandman)
Current weather conditions for Minneapolis/St. Paul:

Mostly Cloudy
5°F
Feels Like -15°F

UV Index: 0 Minimal
Dew Point: -5°F
Humidity: 54%
Visibility: Unlimited
Pressure: 30.07 inches and rising
Wind: From the Northwest at 21 gusting to 31 mph


With all of that, I decided to bike in. Yes, creating my own wind in addition to current conditions, but 10 minutes exposure instead of 35. My front tire was soft, which wasn't unexpected. What was unexpected was the fact that neither of the gas stations on the way in had working air pumps. Which meant I ended up riding on my rims. Which meant that I ended up ditching the bike at Z's work, so he can put it in the back of his truck when he gets in today. Which also meant that I had to walk in whilst wearing my biking coat, not my walking coat, which caused me to be so thoroughly chilled (and probably frostbit) that it's been 40 minutes and I still haven't warmed up. At least I could hit the skyways for the very last portion of the walk in. Eeeeesh.

I'm taking a cab directly home today. Screw this noise.



Also, Hot! New! Meme! ganked from [livejournal.com profile] serenada and [livejournal.com profile] jmhm.

If you call me Juliana with a flat "a" (ju-lee-aa-naa), you're most certainly from the Midwest, or you're someone I work with who hasn't listened to me the first 50 times I told you.

If you call me Juliana (ju-li-ah-na), you're most of the people I know. If I've just met you and you pronounce my name correctly, I'm impressed and/or I assume you speak Spanish or Italian.

If you call me Juli, you're my family, or you know me pretty damn well,

If you call me Juli, and the only reason why is that you've worked on a show with someone who does, I will correct you. That's an earned nick.

If you call me Julie, I won't respond.

If you call me Jules, well, you shouldn't. There are three people who get to use that nick, and you're not one of them.

If you call me Julia, I'll wonder who the hell you're talking about.

If you call me Julianna, especially in email, I'll assume you can't read.

If you call me [lastname], I'll be amused and slightly nonplussed. Also, the odds heavily favor you being a guy.

If you call me Juliana [lastname], you're most likely trying to sell me something.

If you call me Princess, I'll say "that's me!"

If you call me Punkin, you're my mom or Z.

If you call me Queen, you know your European history.

If you call me Czarina of Darkness, you've finally cottoned on to the fantabulousness that is me.

Cold.

Jan. 23rd, 2004 09:24 am
e_juliana: (mystery)
The season plods along in its appointed course as we, the people, twist ourselves into tight balls to guard against the bitter cold. We hunch over, swinging our arms, trying to ignore the pain of breathing in the cold. Noses turn red, fingers go numb, lungs burn.

We have reached the point in the season where things become shabby. Coats lose buttons, get dirty, their linings rip. Gloves and mittens develop worn and threadbare spots. Hats are mutating into strange shapes, the inevitable result of being jammed tight onto heads day after day. Boots and shoes are stained with salt and mud. Purse and bag straps begin to crack and fray, the material stiff and unyielding in the cold.

Cabin fever is taking hold. It's too cold for most to play outside, but there is still the desire to go skating, play hockey, ice fish, or ski. People curse the bright days, longing for cloud cover to trap in the heat. The cold has sapped all available moisture. What snow there is grainy and dry, sounding like styrofoam when it's walked upon. Throats are scratchy and rough, resisting all attempts at hydration. Skin defies moisturizers and cracks and peels with abandon.

The cold is a physical presence, both menacing and indifferent. It pays no attention to the people, but it will kill us if we let it.


Baby, it's cold outside.
e_juliana: (tatswash)
Current weather:

28°F
Mostly Cloudy
feels like: 18°F

UV Index: 0 Minimal
Dew Point: 25°F
Humidity: 83%
Visibility: Unlimited
Pressure: 29.52 inches and rising
Wind: From the Southwest at 13 gusting to 24 mph


IOW, it's cold. Not only that, but it's the first real cold we've had this season, so the buildings and the people are still adjusting. Not only that, it's also windy and damp. Great.

I've spent the past 36 hours shivering. The temperature in my office is hovering around 68 degrees. The performance space that we're teching in was built for summer use and is moored on the river, so it's less than warm. My apartment was so cold that I slept in sweatpants and a t-shirt last night, under many covers. I hate this part of living here. I'm sitting on a heating pad with a panel space heater at my feet, a thick sweater over my turtleneck sweater, a scarf around my neck, and I'm shivering. Dammit. At least if I was home, I could curl up with my cat and sip Mexican cocoa and watch Angel or read scripts or summat.

Want to go home....
e_juliana: (yes)
High: 66°F

Partly Cloudy

Wind: From the South Southeast at 5 mph

Precip: 20 %

Max. Humidity: 63 %



Please, please let this be so. It's cold here right now, and that makes it hard to run. If it starts out in the low 50's and climbs to the mid 60's, it will be so much nicer and easier to run the marathon.

Also? Please don't let me get sick. I'm starting to feel a tightness in my chest and weight in my sinuses, and this worries me.

6 more days.
e_juliana: (Default)
First of all, my hips are cursing the day I learned to walk with a swish. They want me to walk like John Wayne, and no amount of explaining to them that one needs to a) have cowboy boots on and b) actually be John Wayne in order to avoid looking like an idiot will assuage them. Yeeeouch.

Secondly, my torso is amazingly tight right now. Not just my shoulders, which is where I carry my tension, but my middle back and abs are achy. Very interesting.

Thirdly, my feet still hurt.

That is all....

________________


I greatly dislike commuting by bus, especially when the weather is still allowing for bike rides. It takes much longer and I'm on someone else's schedule. The worst part is having to interact with people. The level of disregard and disrespect that people have for their fellow passengers is astounding, and does nothing to alleviate my general misanthropy. Most people are okay, yes, but there's Always One. Always.

Two more weeks, and then I can ride my bike again. Provided my legs haven't fallen off by then.

________________

The weather has listened to me, and it's gloriously cool and clean. It rained yesterday, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Today, I got to wear my hat and gloves and leather coat. I love Fall.
e_juliana: (happiness)
High: 91°F

Scattered Strong Storms

Wind: From the South at 15 mph

Precip: 40 %

Max. Humidity: 63 %

UV Index: 6 Moderate

I'm getting really fucking tired of this. I can't run when it's this hot and muggy. I really can't. And I WANT TO RUN, dammit. Must to run....

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