More of less to come...

Before I ever had my part-time relationship with this computer, all my writing was done in cursive in a spiral bound notebook stuffed with post it notes, funny articles, numerous daily horoscope printouts, half finished poems and bar napkins with illegible phone numbers "inadvertently" used to wipe my ass with - real tangible scraps of thoughts that could be easily lost if the wind blew the wrong direction or the gas passed the wrong way (*^_^*)

Since my introduction to the world of blogging, the journaling has somewhat gained order but lost its personal touch. How else can I show you the tear stains on my journal when I wrote of a heartbreak sometime ago or smell the lavender on page 57 of journal #3. Were I to die now though at least the dash in my years will be in chronological order; 1978 - _____. Its the dash in between the years that matters. That's where the juicy details lie.

Recently, I have taken up the pen once again to write down thoughts which offers less space for blogging. Rarely have I transcribed something from a handwritten journal to the screen. Me sharing in this medium of communication is like an on-stage anecdote of my life; whereas the pen and the paper writing style stems more from my soul; a real extension of my thoughts that will remain close, intact and privy to my own viewing pleasure.

Then again, I wrote this on the computer. So what do I really know?

This view is nothing more than a momentary result of sitting in my humble abode, laptop ready to spoon-feed the keys my daily dose of bullshit. I could have written about the pot of barley soup cooking in my kitchen right now waiting for me to stir it for the 5th time. I found out this weekend that the secret to a great Risotto is to stir it in the same direction constantly until done. So I did the same for my hearty soup. The 17 types of beans, vegetables and soy chorizo all doing its perpetual clockwise dance to hopefully create a perfect union otherwise known as - Lunch tomorrow.

I could have also written about how I've been listening to David Gray non-stop for the past couple of evening. He breaks my heart yet I have him on "Repeat All". His music brings with it stories of lost love, unrequited and the yet to be discovered. His music serves as the soundtrack for the romantic periods of my life. Bittersweet, deep, passionate, forgiving, sweet, heartbreaking, discouraging, hopeful, action packed full of verbs called LOVE.

Perhaps on paper this is what would’ve happened - poetry and imagination over rhyme and reason. Yet, the true matter of either is that it’s just entertainment really. My thoughts, and certainly the way they are organized are first and foremost for my own pleasure. In writing I see my life birthing before my eyes in real time. Each letter unfolding one after another - 26 letters arranged in ways that seldom repeat themselves when expanded into words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, and themes.

Writing may align my thoughts and interests with another and help them to fill a hole in their soul. By writing, so long as that person speaks my language, I have a great opportunity to inspire emotion, transformation, education and possibly some kind of action. Other than that, all work truly deserves to be tossed in the recycle-bin as it was just my way of filling time before my soup is done.

While this entire entry could’ve been posted in parenthesis, I remember now that everything is valid and somehow we do serve a greater purpose. If anything, my barley had its audience of one while I type this out. David Gray serenaded me while typing. And you, well – you gave us the time to share it.

So the barley soup and I, and David Gray, we thank you.

Time to sit back and enjoy the simple things in life - less is more

Jakey

A life in the day

The alarm went off at 6:00am Thursday morning. Disoriented, I reached over for my cell phone to turn off the all too familiar alarm ring tone that I've grown accustomed to Snoozing at least twice in any given morning. My mom got up and started getting ready for the day. I spent the night over at her place knowing that we wouldn't be able to see each other for too long since she had to work on Thanksgiving day. Tugboat started stirring but he is also used to my double snooze routine so he kept himself tucked close to my chest.

By 6:45 am, we were out the door and made our way to church to catch the first mass of the day. My step dad also joined us. Afterwards, we stopped for a quick breakfast and then made my way back home.

This year, I decided to do something different for Thanksgiving day. I didn't have the normal lunch or dinner. In fact, I didn't even have a proper meal at all. I just had nibbles of whatever was available wherever I found myself at the moment. I didn't make any solid plans. I just left everything up to chance. The only thing I really committed myself into doing was to volunteer for Meals On Wheels. Tanya, Dyah and I drove around the City for about 2 1/2 hours delivering hot meals to senior citizens' homes.

The morning started off really well. I gave my heartfelt gratitude to the Powers be. I got to spend time with my mom and my step dad, I got back to the City with ample of time to get ready and got to the volunteer site with time to spare. But nothing could have prepared me for the reality of what I had to do.

It hit me right after our first drop off. With a skip to my step, we walked up to William's apartment door. A quick tap on the door and he opened it. Then it all became so real. I'm dropping off a goody bag and a hot meal because he's all alone or he doesn't have a family nearby or other reasons which I'm pretty sure he would not want to share nor was I in the position to ask. We're only supposed to introduce, smile, deliver, give wishes and move on.

The drop-offs progressively got worst after the first. The neighborhood, the living situation and the people's condition got more depressing. The mood shifted and I moved downwards with it.

What I saw really bothered me because I wish that there was something more that I could have done for them. I wanted to reach out and give them a hug. I wanted to sit down, talk and listen to their stories. I wanted to let them know that even though I was a complete stranger that I care. I wanted them to feel loved, appreciated and most of all not alone.

I was deprived of my grandparents at a really young age. I only have my grandma left on my mom's side. When I saw her last, she told me stories of how her and my grandpa met, stories about my mom growing up and how she met my dad. I think that it's very important to know where you came from. It was amazing to hear the stories leading up to how I came to be where I am today. I believe that sometimes your past can serve as a compass to your future.

Yesterday's volunteer experience stirred a lot of emotion and I am moved to do more. I don't know what it is I'm going to do yet but my wheels are spinning, my heart aches and my will strong. I will make something happen.

Orientation

Right before our first drop off...

Deepest Gratitude,

Jakey

Thanksgiving factoids by the pounds

Some 242 million turkeys were raised in the U.S. in 2010 for slaughter, down 2 percent from 2009’s total, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture's National Agricultural Statistics Service. Last year's birds were worth about U.S. $3.6 billion.

About 46 million turkeys will end up on U.S. dinner tables this Thanksgiving—or about 736 million of turkey meat, according to estimates from the National Turkey Federation.

Minnesota is the United States' top turkey-producing state, followed by North Carolina, Arkansas, Missouri, Indiana, and Virginia.

These "big six" states produce two of every three U.S.-raised birds, according to data compiled by the U.S. Census Bureau.

U.S. farmers will also produce 735 million pounds of cranberries, which, like turkeys, are native to the Americas. The top producers are Wisconsin and Massachusetts.

The U.S. will also grow 1.9 billion of sweet potatoes—many in North Carolina, California, and Louisiana—and produce 931 million pounds of pumpkins.

Illinois, California, and Ohio grow the most U.S. pumpkins.

But if you overeat at Thanksgiving dinner, there's a price to be paid for all this plenty: the Thanksgiving "food coma." The post-meal fatigue may be real, but the condition is giving turkeys a bad rap.

Contrary to myth, the amount of the organic protein tryptophan in most turkeys isn’t responsible for drowsiness. Instead, scientists blame booze, the sheer caloric size of an average feast, or just plain-old relaxing after stressful work schedules.

Each year at least two lucky turkeys avoid teh dinner table , thanks to a presidential pardon—a longstanding Washington tradition believed to have originated with U.S. President Harry Truman.

Since 1947 the National Turkey Federation has presented two live turkeys—and a ready-to-eat turkey—to the President.

There are two birds, the presidential turkey and the vice presidential turkey, which is an alternate, in case the presidential turkey is unable to perform its duties.

Those duties pretty much boil down to not biting the President during the photo opportunity with the press. In 2008 the vice presidential bird, "Pumpkin," stepped in for the appearance with President Bush after the presidential bird, "Pecan," had fallen ill the night before.

Starting in 2010 the lucky birds will no longer share the same happy fate as Super Bowl-winning quarterbacks. For the past five years pardoned turkeys have gone to live at Disneyland’s Big Thunder Ranch.

This year’s birds will instead follow in the footsteps of the first president and live out their days at George Washington's Mount Vernon Estate and Gardens.

Gobble-gobble,

Jakey
Rhymes with Turkey
Which I will not be having
Maybe

Cupcakes - Part Deux

If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

My determined nature tried my luck again at making the cupcake frosting that totally bombed last night. This time around, I used fresh Mascarpone cheese from Cowgirl Creamery instead of the pre-packaged one which was too watery. What a difference it made! The frosting turned out light, fluffy and Oh so yummy! I'm really happy with turn out. My friend Chao loved it so much he had 7!!!! My spirit is back up so I'm excited to try a different recipe. I even got one of those cupcake decorating kit from Sur la Table...yeay (*^_^*)

Jakey

Babycakes and Cupcakes

Another adventurous week with the ladies, the special someone and my kitchen.

Wednesday evening, I saw Coraline at SF Playhouse. Since I enjoyed the animated version tons, I thought it would be neat to see it as a play. Um..yeah...so I was a bit disappointed with the show. I'm not quite sure what I didn't like about it but it didn't really give me that giddy, childlike feeling I had after seeing the movie on the big screen. The actors on-stage seemed dull and lifeless compared to its animated counterpart which I thought was really ironic.

Afterwards, we walked by an art gallery and saw these paintings...

The artist's name is Saturno Butto from Italy. Not really my cup of tea but worth checking out if you have nothing else better to do at 9:45pm on a Wednesday, the art gallery happens to be right next to the theatre and it's on the way back to the parking garage :)

This was the favorite. The colors were strikingly beautiful and the details were amazing.

This guy gave me nightmares that evening. It was brief but in my dream he looked more like a Clown! The curator spent a lot of time talking about this painting with the Date but I stayed clear across the room and busied myself instead with checking out the old fashioned typewriter that was also part of the art show.

Soooo sinister, Je N'aime Pas!

Not the typewriter displayed at the studio but it looked very similar to this...

On Saturday, some of the girls headed to East Bay for a housewarming potluck. We ate, played Taboo, vegged on the couch and called it a good night.

Earlier this evening, I tried my baking skill which by the way is in desperate need of more tries, practice and everything else that can save the disaster I left in the kitchen. A complete overhaul is more like it! A co-worker shared her cupcake recipe and it seemed easy enough to make so I gave it a shot. The recipe is for a Chocolate Red Wine Cupcake with Mascarpone Icing. The cupcake turned out fine but the icing totally fell flat. No amount of fluffing with the mixer could save the dang thing. I followed the instructions but alas, no luck. I"ll try again tomorrow and if it still does not work, then I'll be eating a lot of chocolate cupcakes for the next few days - 23 pieces to be exact...

She's got her bun in the oven...

And I've got mine (*^_^*)

Complete pics here:

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Stir It Up, Little Darling, Stir It Up,

Jakey

I have a Black Belt...

IN...

Hee... hee... (*^_^*)

I finished the project I've been working on for the last 2 weeks. A special someone recently celebrated his birthday and I made him a picture puzzle consisting of photos from his childhood all the way to now.

My initial idea was to have his friends e-mail me with b-day wishes and I would somehow figure out how to present it to him. His sister then offered to send me pictures and that's when the seed of idea started to take a life of it's own.

I toyed with a couple of different concepts - first was to make little flags with the wishes printed on it and stick each flag on the cupcakes I had ordered. Second was to create a picture mosaic but the individual pictures were too small to print the wishes on. I finally settled with the idea of creating a picture puzzle big enough to hold the wishes and also make a nice keepsake.

So the e-mail party commenced, wishes and pictures started pouring in and I found myself immersed in planning and execution and enjoyed every minute of it.

2 days before - cutting each piece with x-acto knife ... OMG!, my arm was so sore the next day, thankfully my cute and totally gay chiropractor did some muscle manipulation on my left arm and made it all better...yeay! Fedex/Kinkos did a great job of bringing my concept to life. The finished product was printed on a foam board and laminated. I was quite pleased with the outcome.

5 down and 30 more pieces to go... each puzzle piece took an average of 8-10 mins to cut -

Night before - using sandpaper to smooth out the edges of each puzzle piece

Day of ... with 1 hour to go, a shower to take, a dress to steam, a hair to fix and a dinner to get to...aaaahhh!

Whew! barely made it -

This was definitely the funnest project I've worked on to date. It was a little bit harder than I thought in terms of the initial lay out, cutting the individual puzzle pieces, smoothing it down so that each piece would fit and finishing it on time. It was well worth it in the end - to see the joy in his face was priceless.

I love birthdays - I love celebrating it, I love making the celebrant feel special and I especially love reminding them that their birthday is a gift in itself and it is something to be commemorated.

His puzzle represents moments in his life and how it is all interconnected. Each picture tells a story and the wishes from his friends and family are the glue that will keep the memories complete.

When you reflect on your life and the moments captured on the view finder, what would your picture puzzle look like? How will the pictures connect with each other? What stories will the picture tell? The relationship of our lives whether platonic or romantic consists of conversations and interactions all connected. Make sure that all your pieces are intact. Avoid missing a piece. Be Whole. Be Happy. Be Love.

My picture puzzle will be made up of places I've traveled, my sisters and I in tight hugs, me giving my mom kisses, a montage of my favorite things, Tugboat, my girlfriends in our drunken antics, my special someone and all the amazing people I've met along the way who has helped made me the person I am today. My picture puzzle will be shaped like a heart for it will embody everything that I LOVE.

Special Thank You to Chao for helping me bring this project to life. Your Kung Fu is strong, My Friend (^_^)

The rest of my week focused on getting back in touch with myself to get re-inspired for my next project. Christmas is right around the corner and I have some really fun crafts in the works - more of this later...

Thursday - Picnic at Stinson Beach

Friday at Smuggler's Cove

Saturday - Brian's 31st Birthday at Pier23

Sunday afternoon stroll at Land's End

This is how I stay connected - The music for my soul, the sunglasses for my bright future, the pen for the script and my phone ... to stay connected with the rest of the world outside of my head.

Love Y'all to Puzzle Pieces,

Jakey

Going the Distant

The City is busting at the seams today. As I look down Market street from the 12th floor of my office building, the sidewalks are filled with people walking loud and proud with their Giants gears, making their way to the parade. The office is buzzing with glee as they celebrate the results of the election. We have a new Governor, the same Senator and a new Speaker of the House.

Contemplatively I sit. The amount of work event planning ahead is almost daunting as I sift through pages of events catering-kits from several different venues. Trying to figure out what my colleagues truly want versus a projection of my own preferences. After all, I am just the planner and the party is for everyone else.

With the Holiday just being right around the corner, I am bombarded with e-mails for coordinating fundraising events, chairing other initiatives and also putting together my own choice of charity to donate.

On the homefront, I am occupied with a personal project that is very near and dear to my heart - more on this later...

With everything that is happening around me, I cannot help but feel distant - rather I want to go the distance... to sit, breathe, get drunk inhaling the wonderful smell of Mother Nature and to get clearing...

Clearing - to release whatever's keeping me distant, distracted or wanting to be elsewhere other than this present moment.

I need to step back into gratitude and remind myself that joy and happiness is always available (it just may take some attention-shifting!)

I acknowledge you for being an amazing listener and responder. You hear so much everyday yet you only choose to hear and repeat the positive, love-filled stuff. Thank you for YOU!

For now I sit and pine...



Jakey