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Archive for March, 2004

visual noise

The long awaited (well, at least I’ve been long awaiting them) photos from my shoot with Visual Noise in San Francisco are now up. Sorry I can’t disclose the location, it’s a trade secret. Those of you who know me also know I can only take mainstream in small doses, so thanks to the Bear [...]

sunday never hesitates

I like Sunday but Sunday hates me. And so my cycle of failed relationships continues, even with the weekends. This morning I went to Polars practice and had successfully completed nearly 50 minutes of skating drills, even backwards crossovers, with no mishap. Then, during a rapid backwards/forwards change of direction drill, I caught an edge [...]

shutup about hockey already

As soon as you look at the latest update on the images page. Then I’ll start talking about horses and you’ll wish you never asked. Aside from the need to stop snowplowing and being hunchy all the time, I also need to “cut my stick way dAWN,” says our resident Canadian coach. “Get rid of [...]

the icehounds

There are days when I think I’m never going to get any better at this sport. The Icehounds’ first D league game of the new season was less than stellar at Yerba Buena tonight. We kept passing to our invisible friends and I don’t think I could get the puck off the boards if my [...]

don’t drink and IM

J-Man: HI
Jess: hi
J-Man: do you know how rrely i drink?
J-Man: rarelyh
J-Man: rarely
Jess: no
J-Man: very
Jess: i hardly drink. i border on not drinking at all
J-Man: same here.. i just crossed that border
J-Man: bleh
Jess: why did you go out and get trashed
J-Man: no i staye in and had lots of rum
J-Man: and coke
J-Man: 151 catches fire eaily
J-Man: [...]

the sun gives you skin cancer

I knew this would happen. That I would come home to California and have nothing to write about because my life is so mundane. As supporting evidence, I cite the fact that none of my California friends keep blogs, because absolutely nothing ever happens out here and there is nothing to say (with the exception [...]

clarity

By the time I recognize this moment
This moment will be gone
But I will bend the lie, pretending
That it somehow lingered on
- John Mayer, Clarity

vacaville tourney

I returned from the weekend tournament medaled and tattooed. Well, when I get bored of the tat, I’ll scrape it off and stick on a new one. We won our first game and lost the second two, but we played a whole lotta hockey and I’m not even particularly sore. I guess when you’re on [...]

hockey regrets

Watch the people entering the rink in large droves. Sit down by yourself in the bleachers, chilled to the bone. Get colder as they start late. Wonder for a fleeting minute if he stayed at work, then wave to him when he comes out. Feel surprised but don’t act it. Watch as he scores half [...]

Guess who got the best number ever? Now if only I could manage to score a goal within my brief hockey existence, my life would be complete. Well, not quite, but it would be vastly improved. We are playing other bay area women’s tournament teams this weekend in the tumbleweed and outlet store town of [...]