03/05/98

I'm going to color my hair. Nothing too obstreperous, just a clear signal that I don't have corporate expectations. Also, my current haircut sucks because I'm trying to grow my hair into a certain shape and the bonsai management technique required the recent Trim of Death. In two months it'll look the way I want. Until then, at least I can have streaks of copper or aqua through newly blonde hair to liven up this hausfrau image I'm stuck with.

It's probably time to buy new clothes, too. I threw out a lot of yucky florals and pastels before leaving Nashville, but that didn't leave me much. My black wardrobe had long since been abandoned, and I weigh more now, anyway. I'm thinking of going up to the City on Wednesday to roam through the shoe stores and second-hand shops. I'll probably go over to Stormy Leather to see what's on sale. Stormy Leather is the only place I've ever walked around with my top off and utterly didn't care. It's that kind of place; you try on a few fishnet and leather bras, one or two rubber skirts, and voila, inhibition is gone. Besides, it's a bit hard to feel prudish when you can see the bare buns through his chaps of the guy at the counter.

Afterwards, I'll saunter on to the Museum of Modern Art to see the new photography exhibit and try to get some ideas for the project I'm working on with Denise Rehse. I have this urge to document what I love about the Bay Area but I can't do it all in words because so much of it is visceral reaction to the colors and shapes of the landscape. Denise is a first rate photographer and she shares my passion for this myriad, troubling, intensely desirable world called the San Francisco Bay Area. I think together we will create something original, and if no one ever looks at the results but us and our friends that's plenty for my wishes. I feel compelled to record my love affair with where I live.

When I'm done with shopping and thinking, I'll get together with friends for dinner and try one or another of the many new restaurants that have opened since I went away in 1989. I'd like to eat at either Aqua or Pacific although they're on the expensive side. It might be fun to go to Japantown and order sushi at Isobune. I'm on a serious sushi kick right now, along with having a craving for citrus fruits. Either my body is trying to tell me I'm missing some essential nutrional element or I'm just happy to be back where the fish and the fruit are equally fresh and locally grown. The coffee's damned good around here, too. Goodbye Burger King, hello juice bars and Peet's Coffee. I'll have to remember to observe National Coffee Day (celebrated in Japan on October 1st) this year by having a sushi and coffee party.

I'll even dye my hair for it especially. How does mocha au lait sound?


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