just to balance things out (sorta but not really)

dear mom,

last night around 8:05pm, i stared at my phone. why? because whenever a teeny tiny earth shift happens (2.0+ or the governor sneezing) anywhere remotely near the west coast, you always call to make sure i'm ok. and i like that. even approaching the big 28, i know that my mom is always looking out for me. until a BIG one (5.6) rocks us while we're watching the golden state warriors get clobbered (after an amazing lil' pyrotechnics show) by the utah jazz at the oracle, and you don't call. no. what, you think being on the east coast, in florida, with a 3-hour time difference, hurricanes, imported sand, and low sales tax means you can snooze on the job? wait, you were actually sleeping? it was 11 o'clock? at night? oh. oops. um.... sorry. my mistake!

love,
becca

ps- and kudos to the oracle for totally ignoring the quake and the camera guys' platforms that kept swinging back and forth, to and fro. we had to get the details of the quake from our internet-capable phones (thanks, verizon!).

random house

recently, my dad emailed me. we haven't spoken in about 3 years, and it seems there's a lot i never knew about him. i've been "sitting" on the email for the past week, debating how to respond, and i'm about to send the most generic response i can think of, but i thought i'd share some of the more interesting ones (that didn't get written) below.

original email

just want to say hi, see how you are, where you're working, what you're doing- hope all is well, how is Todd? and the cookies- any great recipes? Dad

Potential responses


dear dad,

thanks for the email. please resend with proper punctuation.

becca

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dear dad,

i'm working a super secret spy agency located somewhere in the xxxxxxx. right now, i’m saving the world from xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. this email will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, DELETE!

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dear dad,

i’m doing great. i still love kitties, bunnies, and the baby sitters’ club. my favorite color is purple, and rest time is my favorite subject. i like cookies, too, but mom won’t let me near the oven yet. she says i’ll just burn myself.

becca

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yo pops,

my girlfriend and i are getting married soon. i hope i get to be the bride! i really don’t want to wear the pants in this relationship anymore.

becca

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dear dad,

as you don’t remember much of the last 27+ years, i thought i’d bring you up to speed.

i’ve changed my last name to more closely reflect who i feel i really am on the inside. i am now becca churro-bananahammock-gorovich-booyah or becca cbgb for short. todd and i are doing very well, and our alpaca farm here in tibet is really prospering. guess who's getting warm sweaters for the holidays?!?! we have four children named scooby, sneezy, scratchy, and ddot, and a dog named justin. cookies don’t rise too well in our altitude, but boy can we make a mean crepe.

becca

Armitage Gone! Dance, SFP @YBCA

Going, Going, Gone!
Armitage Gone! Dance
Presented by San Francisco Performances
Yerba Buena Center for the Arts
Saturday, October 13, 2007, 8PM

Summer is officially hidden away by San Francisco's fall-time fog, which means that dance season is finally here. With a two-day engagement hosted by San Francisco Performances at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, Armitage Gone! Dance, a New York-based company led by Karole Armitage, kicked off my dance calendar this past weekend. But alas, the kick proved to be more of a poke and the anticipated bang resembled a sigh.

For more, go here.

Photo © Richard Termine

are we there yet?

best conversation of the day (at least so far)- paraphrased.

colleague: so tomorrow we're supposed to go to monterey trail high school for that site visit, right?
becca: yep. are we all set?
c: so about that... it's not in monterey like i thought.
b: ???
c: or even near a trail. oops!
b: um... so where is it?
c: sacramento.

testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!

true, riding the 49 bus south on mission tends to be unsavory, but this weekend i came to realize it's also informative! for instance, say your dog has syphilis. what would you do? and more likely, what would you do if you found out your dog could talk? if you're on a 49, you need only look up to receive help. and remember, if your dog's too embarrassed to talk to you about his, er, condition, you can refer him to dogsaretalking.com.

don't blow a gasket!

yesterday morning, we saw that someone had "dressed up" a neighbor's scooter. maybe they were in a folsom street fair kind of mood...