Tomorrow I am taking the GREs, and I haven't cracked the study book in a week. Or more. The prospect of failure which I set myself for had me kicking myself for a solid two days. I am not really resigned to the state of things tonight, but after a bike ride - yay endorphins - I am at least not convinced that One Song Glory has deep and immediate personal relevance. (Much.) It's the GREs: worst case scenario, I fail miserably, hate the universe, bake I Hate the Universe cookies and use the last of my Zipcar prepaid time to buy some something frozen, sugary and soy-based, and after cookies and frozen stuff drive up and down the highway singing along to "Bobby McGee" and "Please Don't Leave Me" and "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race" and every other defiant, sad sad song (I'm only happy when it rains) until I only hate some of the universe. And then I go to work Thursday morning, browbeat people into forming a fall 2009 GRE study group, and take it again in October. I have the money, for once, for the moment. Or I get a decent score and drive the car around town to Goo Goo Dolls and the Pointer Sisters, and bake Sorry For All the Angst cookies over the weekend.
It's time to turn over my work playlists, but I'm running into problems: I already have half of Pink's "Stupid Girls" album in different mixes. So I'll have to branch out a bit. My life is so hard (not really): there is too much awesome music in the world.
I complained about a laundry list of worried well concerns to my doctor at my last appointment, and got a suggestion to exercise more and snack for the blood sugar shakes. So basically, what I was doing my last year of college? Sweet. Except for the part where I was about three times more active in college than I am now: I'm going to have to integrate running or swimming or cycling into every day. This could be hard.
I finally bought my San Francisco plane tickets: in town the evening of the 16th, heading home on a redeye on the 21st. I have guide books, no idea what I'm going to do there, and no idea where I'm staying, other than "not in a high crime area like the Tenderloin." Yay vacation!
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1. The Asian Art Museum in the civic center area. The collection is amazing.
2. Mission Dolores, which is also quite near Borderlands Books
3. Have dinner at the R&G Lounge on Kearney St. in Chinatown
4. The Botanic Gardens in Golden Gate Park
2 - I have crash space
3 - Zipcar in SF for mobility
4 - Spend money allocated on lodging on food
5 - Muir Woods, Point Reyes, etc...local interesting hiking.
Note my Chez Panisse recommendation to Ase below.
Sadly, lodging prices are way way down in SF, so the yield from not hotelling it isn't as great as it used to be.
I try to limit my recommendations to the $50-$100/person range.
Just boosted my zipcar back up to $75 for September. Hiking FTW!
The restaurant is fixed price, expensive take-it-or-leave it daily changing menu; the cafe is much more reasonable, and gives you some choices on the menu.
Informative web site.
If you're lucky, the economy will have bitten far enough into their backlog that you can get a reservation with this much advance notice. (They usually book up to a month ahead).
Fisherman's Wharf for the sea lions and the Harry Mason earring store.
Mountain View (south on one of the commuter train lines) has good shopping and restaurants.
And of course you could alwawys visit the Lucile Packard Children's Hospital in Stanford, with the best NICU west of the Mississippi, but that's kind of a specialized interest.
Have a great time!
I can also vouch for the effectiveness of "safe delivery of a child" despite wildly abnormal circumstances. "Prevent headache" has not worked as well, but I did give it a Herculean task; a hand-painted prayer board made at the cherry blossom festival has showed some signs of effectiveness.