Yin: My cell phone broke. How? I'm not really sure only that it kept trying to turn itself on. Suppose it didn't help that I said it was a cheap hooker all the time. That probably killed its self-esteem. So I took it back to the Verizon store, having only purchased it a
short two months ago after my last phone had a screen full of white snow instead of a visual display. In the store, I was helped by Andrew Bernard's gay doppelganger, Drew 
(why did they stop calling him Drew on "The Office" -- that was funny). Drew told me that he could give me a new phone free of charge (go disposable society), but since the phone could not turn on all the way he could not retrieve my contacts. Worse has happened to better people in the world. Yet in this day, having to reload everyone you know into your phone...then their phone number...and other info if you got it can be a mind numbing task. That's why Liev Schreiber's people had me do it all those years ago and don't know anyone as famous as was in that phone. Therefore, I must rebuild. Make my contact list stronger than before, with even more people I don't know taking up space on the memory card.Yang: It took two months but I finally have a new refridgerator in my apartment. It's beautiful. New and custom made especially for me, it's weird to have a lot of room in my already-very-small-kitchen. Seriously, I have a whole six square feet of space that I have absolutely no idea what to do with. The refridgerator was delievered by two guys from my apartment management agency who were very friendly, helpful, and even apologized for it taking so long for them to get the replacement in. Service with a smile and a functioning fridge to make my kitchen complete? Pinch me, I'm dreaming!
Yin: My bike's back tire is flat. Again. What the fuck, Bike Gods? Seriously, I just got the tube in it replaced back in August and have been loving my two-wheel life ever since. Now I gotta load up the bike in the back of my truck, take it all the way up to University City, and deal with the upper-crust elite of bike riders at the shop up there that put the tubes in wrong. I know that I'm going to get hell from this one neo-Nazi youth reject who thinks that if you don't know the size of your spokes off the top of your head you better not procreate. What was even worse was that I realized the tube was shot while on a ride downtown today. I got off and started to walk my bike home only to have probably twenty or so people pass me on bikes all the way home. San Diego is great because it is a bike town (plus we get the majority of our energy from solar panels!) but it sucks when you are reminded of that fact by fat guys on their low ride-high bar bikes flying past you as you push your injured oldy back to Market Street.
Yang: I know this sounds weird but it was great to walk a city again. As much as I missed the bike, I got to explore downtown San Diego on foot and made some great discoveries. We have a Chinatown! Ok
ay, not really, but Third Avenue between Market and Island seems to be catering to the Chinese community. Much nicer than Canal Street. Sorry New York! Also, I found some great cafes and restaurants to try out. One of them I tested out tonight: MaryJane's Cafe. I found out later it is part of the Hardrock Hotel, but that's forgiveable because it was a really cool place. Reminded me of the Orbit Cafe from Salt Lake where I got my first job. It was retro-60's decor with flat screen televisions and funky, modern lights finding a nice harmony with each other. The menu was strictly out of "Mad Men", however, so I decided on their famous meatloaf entree and it was delicious, as was the ebony and ivory milkshake that chased it. Forget how much you miss when you are worried about weaving through pedistrians.Yin: Hard to hear about the Dramatic Writers reunion this weekend in the city. I miss all those people so much it's not even funny. I've been fantisizing about moving back to New York if the Playhouse does not hire me back in any capacity, but I know that it really wouldn't happen or be feasible for at least three years. I moved out to California, I should give it a shot. My dad is encouraging me to visit Los Angeles. I would love to, but honestly, I don't have any thing in my bag of tricks that's L.A.-worthy. New York, New York...you keep calling me. You keep haunting my dreams. Has the wind picked up? Have the movies started to gear up for the Oscars? Are you still just the greatest city in the world? Yes. Yes. And, uh, yes.
Yang: Well, besides the weather only being slightly chilly at night, SoCal is nice and toasty. Justin invited me over for a dinner party last night at his house. Sam, Justin, and I, along with some other folks I'm becoming acquainted with, cooked up a great meal of homemade Mexican food. It was so lip smacking good that we got arrested for assault. So, okay: good food? Check. Good weather? Check. Now, after we ate a bunch of us kicked back with some beers and had a little to smoke, something I don't normally do because I don't like the smell or taste, plus I hate the fact that smoke is in my lungs. But last night was actually a good experience. We were sitting around, coming up with words like "Thundergina" and making up raps about Jenny Craig. Then this one guy Pat started talking about his new job that sounded incredibly boring even though he explained it like it was losing his virginity. By the time he told us that he monitors how many time the word "the" is entered in to search engines Sam, Justin, and I lost it. Sam and I had been making stoned faces at each other and not cracking up, but at that point it was priceless. We laughed for about five minutes straight. Yeah, I know it was one of those "you had to be there..." situations, but y'know what? I was there. And it was great. Cheers to last night.
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