The Wonderful World of Kate If I’m faced with the option of doing anything in the world, I sit down and watch television because having all the options are almost as paralyzing as having none. When trying to decide between cleaning and reading a book, I will always choose reading a book (even if people
I’m finding that event planning and dating in Los Angeles are remarkably similar. In both situations, there is so much going on in the city that it’s difficult to get anyone’s attention in a positive way. Of course, it’s still easy to get attention in a negative way, but that’s rarely what you really want
This weekend I went to a club in Santa Ana to hear a rock band called Three Thirteen. Half of you reading that sentence are thinking, “Yeah, so?” Half of you reading this are saying, “Bullshit, you would never go to a club and certainly not all the way out in Santa Ana—prove it.” Ok…
It’s 1:40AM, and I am awake. No, awake doesn’t quite cover it. There is none of that sleepy quality where I hug the pillow tight, burrow further into the covers and know that additional slumber is not out of my reach. This is more of a jarring awareness that my body has decided enough is
It takes precisely 15 days to lose all track of what day it is and to stop registering the passage of time. I know this because this morning, it took me nearly 10 minutes to suss out what day it is… and I don’t mean the date. Without my daily, highly regimented schedule, I’ve fallen
As you all know, I am delightfully oblivious to the people around me most of the time. Absent professors have nothing on me. However, from time to time, I will hear something during the course of running an errand (or saving the world) that just sets me off. I thought today was one of those
Who am I anyway?Am I my resume?That is a picture of a person I don’t know. A Chorus Line As I’ve mentioned, the process of willingly separating yourself from a job of 16+ years is a long one, and it involves an extraordinary amount of paperwork. While that is a nuisance, there is only
Well, it has finally happened: my brain has stopped trying to process what I’ve done by leaving my job and just embraced Property Virgins, House Hunters and House Hunters International. I may have watched (on and off) about 7 hours of those shows on Monday. I’m no closer to figuring out what I want to
I received a lot of emails and some comments posted on the blog about my post regarding “The Rule of the First.” What really stood out for me was how many people mentioned using the rule as a way to…um…reconnect with a man who had cheated on them. I’m wonderfully uptight, and do not generally