Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Note to Self

Always shower after swimming in chlorinated water. My eyes are burning from going 24 hours without showering after swimming.

Monday, October 30, 2006


You know you should have stayed in bed if:

You show up at work, where you have to give a presentation that afternoon, and realize you forgot your clothes.

Yes. This actually did happen to me today.

Let me explain. I swim at 7:00 a.m. at Mellow Masters, which is 1.25 hours from home, and 2 minutes from my work. Generally, I put my swimsuit, parka, and flip flops on, grab my bag of clothes and purse, drive with Raybon over the hill, get coffee, drop him off at work, and then head to the pool.

Guess which crucial step I forgot?

I managed to try not to think about it too much during workout today. I got in my regular lane. In past weeks, it has had people in it that are faster than me, or close enough to the same speed as me. Today, the people in it were a little slower. I asked to lead. The people in my lane were very accommodating.

There were two lanes that were doing the same interval as me, with a 1:40 base, which shouldn't be a challenging interval for me. I was a little faster than the leader in the other lane doing that interval. At the end of the set, the coach asked us what intervals we came in on. The leader in the next lane over said "1:35." I answered, truthfully, "1:28", which quite frankly isn't that great for me. I was sore, and the coach insisted we should be working more on rhythm than power. The leader in the next lane said "No way. No way" after I said this. His tone wasn't "No way, that's awesome." It was more "No way, you're lying or an idiot." I was a bit taken aback. This is the first time someone at my new club has been rude to me.

I think in the short time I've swam there, he's already gotten the idea that he's faster than me. I almost always have swum in the back on whatever lane I'm in, unless someone insists I take the lead. Some people automatically figure anyone who swims in back of them is slower, I guess. Which would be fine, but the problem comes when they feel like their self-esteem rests on being faster than you.

Sigh. I guess there are people who aren't always nice everywhere. It bothers me that I have to swim with people who aren't supportive. I'm going to try and just forget about this. Next time I see him, I guess I'll act like nothing happened, and hope he’ll be nice. The coach told me "Great job" after I told him my interval, and after workout made another point of telling me what a great job I did, probably to make up for any bad feelings I had about being called a liar. The coach is a super nice guy, and I'd like to think the generally good attitude that I've gotten from everyone in the club comes from the top down. If I have any more problems with the guy who called me a liar, I'll deal with it when it comes, but I'll try not to expect it.

At my old club, when someone was rude to me, I would sort of blame myself for it. I would think that I wasn't friendly enough, so people had a right to be jerks to me. I'm through with that. No one should be a jerk to me, just because I'm quiet and show up to swim and work hard. If apologizing for who I am, taking the blame, and letting people walk all over me is what it takes to get along with people in club swimming, I'll just quit it all together. It's not worth it. I'll just have to decide that it isn't my thing. I hope it doesn't come down to that.

Anyhoo. I was done with workout. But I had no clothes. This all worked out anyways. I had a T-Shirt and shorts at work for when I go running or to yoga class. No bra or panties though. The shorts had built in underwear in them sort of. I went and bought at bra at Big-5, which is close to my work, and some pants and a shirt, which I needed anyways. It wasn't such a bad day. I stumbled through my presentation, but people said I did a good job. Nice, supportive co-workers :). See, generally people aren't so bad, are they?

Vaguely related side note:

See the buoy app on the right? That is part of the reason I'm so out of it. I worked on programming that this weekend. That wasn't sooo hard, but I've been trying to make a widget for my Mac that looks like that, which has proven a bit harder. One problem after another. Must let it gooo... Must wait until I have proven I can get through a day without forgetting my clothes or other crucial thing before I work on it anymore.

Mostly, I mention this, not to explain my tiredness, but because I'm very proud of my little buoy app. Yes, I'm easily amused. I know it's not like I cured cancer or anything, but I like it when things work.

Friday, October 27, 2006


It just occurred to me that being thought of as a weirdo might have distinct advantages. One that comes to mind is that people won't bother to overanalyze you. You could give them some ridiculous explanation for your behavior, and they might just think "Wow, what a weirdo." They wouldn't bother to think that you might have some other explanation that might make more sense that you don't really want to explain to them.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


Fingers crossed, Raybon and I will be going to Prague in two weeks. He is going on business. I am along for the ride.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

How to Eat Fried Worms

Raybon is in Texas on a business trip. We just got off the phone. I called him. It was a little after 9, and I was wondering why he hadn't called me yet. He had just gotten back to the hotel from the factory.

This is the second time he's been to Texas this month on business. The first time I sort of enjoyed my time alone. This time not so much. Probably because I hung out with the my godparents and S. while he was gone last time. I've spent the last 3 nights alone. Hmmmm... I had tentative plans with Oxy for tonight, but it didn't end up happening, because I drove over the hill to work. She was non-committal, because she is busy with school. Don't I have other friends? Yeah, I guess.

Really, this weekend I had a busy little social schedule. I went up to the City on Friday to visit a friend. That was fun. We drove around the City for a while looking for a place to eat. I tried to direct Raybon and my friends to North Beach where I had a restaurant in mind. We drove through some pretty scary looking places, with prostitutes and strip joints. I lost credibility with my friends, and we just ended up at a restaurant that looked decent but none of us had ever heard of. It ended up being a mediocre dinner at an overpriced Italian restaurant. We had fun anyways, I think. Good company if not great food.

After dinner, we headed towards Trader Vic's, the birthplace of the Mai Tai. On the way we went and saw the City's famous phallically shaped and named tower and drove down the curviest street in the U.S. The rest of our company had Mai Tai's at Trader Vic's while I drank some kind of virgin fruity drink the bartender concocted.

Saturday was Miss S.'s birthday party. We made fall crowns. There were four small children at this party, which sort of shows what stage of our lives my friends are at. Not like my friends ever had drunken orgies or anything, but maybe a tipsy game of twister (never played personally) and a dirty joke here and there.

Sunday I had breakfast with EMA. That was kind of nice. We ate and then went for a walk to the beach. It was nice catching up with her. I then went to the beach and swam with Oceana, Camille, and Eleven. We hadn't all done this together in quite some time. The water was really lovely. Oceana is back in the water, and swimming very strongly. She pushed me to swim for 50 minutes, which is probably more than I would have done on my own that day. It's kind of nice to have someone to swim with who will stay in even longer than I want to.

I saw H. and 007 at the beach after I had already showered and deck changed, so I went over and said Hi. I hadn't seen them for over a month, when they just got back from England. It was a little bit awkward, but overall nice to see them. I miss Flip Flop Masters, so seeing them made me feel happy, and a little wistful. They invited me for hot chocolate and hot-tubbing at 007's, which was very tempting, but I had plans to go pumpkin hunting with Oceana, N-Dawg, Camille, Miss S., Eleven, Mr. Eleven, and another couple. That didn't happen. Somewhere in the mess of everyone trying to coordinate everyone meeting for pumpkinning, a crucial phone call to yours truly was not made. I sat around Flip Flop with some hot chocolate and banana bread after saying my goodbyes to H. and 007 waiting for a phone call that never came. I headed home. I guess I could have called myself, but I was half hearted in my quest for pumpkins. I had ran, done weights, and swam that day, and a nap sounded nicer than company anyways. Still, I feel a little invisible. Despite the fact that I had dinner with a good friend on Friday, a party on Saturday, breakfast on Sunday, a nice swim and two invitations for Sunday afternoon, two long phones calls and an apologetic voice message on Sunday night, a call from my brother last night, and a non-committal Oxy asking me out tonight.

For the record, I'm not mad about the pumpkin thing. My mind knows that these things just happen. I've done it before, too. See pre-Tahoe post.

A couple of weeks ago my dad sent me a link. It was made for days like these. Click here to see it. It actually helps. Good night.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Camille's Eye-Balls

Camille wrote a comic dedicated to Eleven and I. Click here.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Treasure Island Swim

Saturday I swam from Treasure Island to the City.

Distance: 1.5 Miles
Temperature: 60 degrees (felt colder)
Transportation: Blue and Gold Ferry
Company: Raybon, and three Flip Flop Master swimmers: Bruce, Liz, and Monica
Time of swim: Morning. 8:00 a.m.?
Swim Time: 39 minutes 17.4 seconds. For me, that's pretty good.
Fastest Wetsuit time: 28 minutes 28 seconds. Wetsuits make you more buoyant, hence make you faster.
Fastest Skin Time: 30 minutes 16.9 seconds. I was a "skin."
Slowest time: 1 hour 5 minutes 51.2 seconds.
Age group place (skins only): 2 of 3 (Yeah! I got a medal.)
Overall place (skins only): 35 of 65
Overall place (wetsuits and skins): 83 of 213

Monica and Liz also placed. They are in the same age group and came in about the same time, and got first and second in their age group. Bruce also swam along side them, but didn't place. Tough age group.

We had a nice time walking around the farmers market and North Beach with V., who recently moved to the City. She took us to City Light books, where I bought "The House of Mirth" on her recommendation. We ate a little Indonesian restaurant with the cutest daughter, mother, and grandmother running it. They were so adorable, and very excited about how much we enjoyed their food. Later in the evening, we went to a coffee shop to see my coworker Patrick play his guitar and sing.

Every time I go to the City, there is part of me that wants to move there. I want to join one of the local Open Water Swimming Clubs, visit the huge Farmer's Market, explore all of the bookshops, bars, coffee shops, and restaurants, admire the architecture. There is so much color and variety there. I'm not sure how to explain it's appeal to me. I went there for the first time when I was 15 with my biology class: my first trip without my parents, I think. It definitely has it's own character that sets it apart from most generic big cities and ticky-tacky suburbia. I've lived in Northern California for 13 years (my gosh!!!) and can probably count on my digits the times I've been to the City. Maybe even without using my toes. I should remedy that. Maybe that is enough reason to join the Open Water Swimming Club up there. The City is such a great place to be anyways.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Not too subtle

I've generally made it a policy to not blog too much about my work life, but then again, I mostly worked from home before, so there wasn't a whole lot to say.

I just had the following exchange with my office manager:

Her: Nori, two things. First of all, the letterhead you designed looks nice. Really nice.

Me (A little puzzled): Thanks.

Her: Second of all, what are you doing for lunch?

Me: Um. I don't know. I have a burrito in the freezer.

Her (annoyed): Thanks.

I overheard her asking my coworker Sandy if she happened to be going to Pluto's today. Sandy doesn't usually go to Pluto's, so I just kind of thought it was funny that rather than just asking Sandy where she was going for lunch, she hinted where she would like lunch picked up from. Part of me was thinking about going out and getting pasta for lunch because I have to carbo-load for Saturday, but now...

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Goodbye Buoys

I went out for a solo swim on Wednesday evening. It was a tiny bit cold and cloudy. I was a little ambivalent about swimming in mediocre weather, as some of my past solo swims in similar weather had been less than joyous. When I got to the beach, I saw that the buoys were gone. Sometime between Sunday and Wednesday they had been taken away. I sat on a bench on the wharf for a while and just looked out at my beach feeling a little forlorn. Sunday would have been my last chance to swim on the right side of Cowell's with the Flip Flop Masters group out to my favorite place in the world, Buoy #4.

Ah well... I sat on the beach, and slowly talked myself in to getting in. At least go sit on the beach and think about it... At least get your suit on... At least put your feet in. At least put your face in... The water wasn't terribly, terribly cold, but cold enough to be a little discouraging. When I put my face in, the water was orange. It looked green fine until I actually put my face in. Red Tide. Ewww.... Harmless, but a little gross swimming in rust colored water. I got out.

There was a group of people sitting on the beach, and I wonder if they were amused by me. Perhaps surprised at first at the nut case getting in a bikini to swim by herself out in the ocean at 5:00 on a fall evening. Such dedication...such resolve... And then... so easily discouraged. She gets all the way in the water, and immediately decides to get out. What an anti-climax.

I decided to try the other side of the wharf. By the time I got back in the water, my body had gotten over the shock of cold from jumping in minutes before. It felt warm, and the red tide didn't seem quite so bad on this side of the wharf. I decided to swim out to the end of the wharf. The red time did get worse as I went out, but somehow doing breaststroke made it seem less disgusting to me. My head peeked in and out, and intermittently looked at the pretty blueish sky and what looked like pretty green water on the surface.

I have a new swim to entertain myself throughout the non-buoy months, I guess. Out to the end of the wharf and back. Maybe a new favorite place in the world?

Afterwards, I went to get my haircut. This is my third time visiting my hairdresser, who was recommended to me by my massage therapist. I like her. She's an interesting, open person. She told me about some of her failures in her romantic life, and what it's like living with and taking in her 80 year old parents. She told me that every time she find herself attracted to someone, she's learned that this is a good sign that she should run in the other direction. She is just attracted to the wrong people. I like how she could be so cheerful despite the fact that she hasn't had a successful love life, and she lives with parents that are difficult. She maybe told me some stuff that might have made me uncomfortable if someone else told me about it, but somehow it didn't, coming from her. I think she had enough humor and detachment about it that it somehow made it OK. Sometimes when people TMI, they are trying to elicit a reaction from you, but it didn't seem that way from her, so maybe that is what made it different. Who knows?

Afterwards I went out for a beer with S. from Flip Flop Masters. It was really good to see her. She emailed me when she realized she hadn't seen me in forever at the pool. Going out and getting a beer with her cheered me up some, especially since Raybon was away on a business trip. S. impresses me as a person with a strong sense of self, which is definitely a good thing for a woman to have. It was trivia night at the pub, but we left before the game was over. We decided we were winners anyways.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

New Blogger

I switched my blog over to the new Blogger Beta. It has an option to restrict readership to people I invite. You have to have a google account to login. If I did this, would anyone who reads this blog regularly think this is too much of a pain?

Happy Birthday, Ric!

Today is my godfather Ric's birthday. He is one of my faithful blog readers. I am off to his birthday party with his family right now. They have been sooo nice to me. :) My family is so far away, so it is nice that they are so close to me in the Flip Flop Mountains. I baked him a carrot cake. I hope it turned out well. I'll try to get a good picture of them to post here.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Goodbye summer

Open water season is pretty much over. I did a 1.5 mile ocean swim all on my lonesome yesterday. The water was fairly warm and the sun was on my back. I swam from the Flip Flop Wharf down towards Oxy's lighthouse. I saw some of my Flip Flop Masters swimmers on the other side, but I had my mind set on my own swim. My in-laws were in town, and I needed a little bit of alone time, and didn't want to waste time away from them socializing. The water was lovely. I had a very nice swim. I hope there's a few more of those left before winter. I'm racing on Saturday from Treasure Island to the City, so I wanted to get some training in the ocean.

As I said, Raybon's parents were here. They got here Friday and left this morning. It was mostly a pleasant, low-key time. His mom is very sweet. We get along fairly well. I'm lucky I don't have a nightmare mother-in-law, I guess. Although maybe if she was a total bitch, that would have set Raybon's expectations of me in a more realistic place :). We walked and drove around Flip Flop some, and stuffed ourselves with Greek food and ice cream. Raybon bought me flowers today to thank me for being so good with his parents. I didn't think I was particularly good with them, but I'm glad he thought so. I've been sort of withdrawn with almost everyone lately. Anti-social. I won't bother trying to figure out why. Perhaps it's just a change in weather.

I've been running more, and my body hasn't complained too much. I'm going to do a 5K next month, I think. I'll feel kind of lame dropping down from 10K to 5K, especially since everyone I know who will be running that day besides me will be doing the 10K, but I figure I have to start somewhere again. And who cares if people think I'm a dork for doing a 5K? It's a lot easier to not care what anyone thinks since I stopped swimming with my club. I never used to care, but I figured since I had to share a lane with people, it would be a lot better if people liked me. It's nice being back to my old self and not caring too much. At my new club, I get in the back of a lane where everyone is faster than me, and stay out of their way. I try to keep a low profile. So far, it's working out pretty well, as far as I can tell.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

A Day in the Life of the Edge

Bono films a day in the life of the Edge in Miami. They're pretty adorable. Thanks for sending these, Oxy.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Inside Out

Nothing very bloggable has happened lately. The one funny thing that happened is today I went out to get gas and go grocery shopping, and I had my shirt on inside out. I was torn. Should I lay my seat down, lie back, and switch my shirt around, and risk someone seeing me? Should I go home and change? Should I just go to the store with my shirt inside out? What would you do? What do you think I did? What values does it reflect by the choice one makes in this situation? Modesty... Saving time and gas... Not caring about what other people think if I do something silly...