Archive for March 1st, 2007

I’m in my thirties so my memory’s at sixes and sevens.

Thursday, March 1st, 2007

So I just checked a message on my cellphone, which turned out to be from the infamous Frankus, warning me that he and some of his Pinay crew are coming to a panel discussion I’m on this Thursday night:

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Erm, kind of forgot to write about it earlier. Old age. Mind going. Memory slipping.

Anyway, dig it:

The Progressive Woman:

Continuing Artistic and Self Defining Work Beyond Your Twenties

7 pm, Thursday March 1, 2007

Bindlestiff Studio

505 Natoma Street, SF 94103

The event was organized by the wonderful Gayle Romasanta. I get to be reunited with my fellow Mail Order Brides Reanne and Eliza for this event, and finally get to meet the fabulously talented Alleluia Panis, Golda Supernova, Jeannie Baroga, Rhoda Gravador and Marianne Villanueva. We all get to tell many lies about the fabulousness of our thirty-somethingness! They will be very good lies. You’ll never even know.

Grant-y panties, Ramly Burgers

Thursday, March 1st, 2007

Oyyyy….my brain is mush. A big stewy pot of arroz caldo, gone cold.

Today I just fired off another grant application for Galleon Trade, hence the mush. That makes three I’ve now written. If you’ve ever had to do this, you know how draining and daunting it is (unless you’re my friends Gigi or Megan, who make professional mincemeat out of scary grants). It’s a ton of work, but in the long run, hopefully it’s worth it, since Galleon Trade needs some cash-ola, and pronto!

Still, I think I’m getting better at it: the challenging part for me is knowing that there’s a certain standardized, professional lingo that one needs to be fluent in in order to speak these grantors’ language, but still wanting to entertain myself as I’m writing this. (Note to self: blog is for stand-up comedy. grant application is not.) I do have to admit, though, that the twisted fun in grant-writing is how its structure and accountability aspects challenge me to think bigger and more clearly about what I envision this project becoming, and it definitely pushes me beyond my normal, undisciplined tendencies.

I’ve been meaning to post up some fun photos that were taken at Monster Drawing Rally, but the magical white cord that sends the data from the picture-taking doodad to the internet-surfing folding thingie has decided to take itself on a vacation somewhere. As soon as it returns from its holidays, I will put it to good use.

If I were a magical white cord, I’d be on the beach on Pulau Tioman, Malaysia, right now.

And I’d be eating a Ramly Burger.

And I would be impervious to UV rays of any sort.

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