make a point of pursuing activities that are associated with the region where I live, that I might not be able to pursue elsewhere

It’s a separate goal, but I’ve found a new connection in this neighborhood, to one of the ranchers in the southern outskirts. So, maybe.

And I have no intentions of remaining here if grad school allows relocation.

I’ve attended a college outside of my home area wanting to explore other corners of the world, and ended up depressed instead, losing all interest and not seeing a single part of Bakersfield except for what I pass in my commute every day. LOL So, I have at least one year left, possibly another two years. What’s there to do here? I mean besides night clubs. I hate night clubs. And the local low-brow art scene hasn’t worked for me either. Anything else? There’s gotta be something, even if we have to make our own fun.

I asked a friend from Honolulu if she surfed. She told me she didn’t even know how to swim. I was surprised, and asked a few more people I knew from Honolulu if they liked to swim. Only half knew how!

Had I bothered to read the news for the past few days, I would have known that The Decemberists were the the opening act for Barack Obama at his huge rally (75,000 people) on the waterfront today.

(1) Make a list of 25 regional activities/places to go/events to consider over the next three months.
(2) Prioritize list and narrow to 12.
(3) Mark calendar for activies with hard dates.
(4) Arrange to do these things with family or friends.

I’m going to focus in a different way.

Oregonians just won’t believe that celery salt belongs on hot dogs, as any current or former New Englander will attest.

So I just moved back to San Francisco with the realization that I’d put off so many of the things that I intended to do here last time around just so I thought that there’d always be enough time. This time, I’m kicking my own ass with as much of a sense of urgency as possible and I’m having sooo much more fun because of it. I’ve done some things that I never would’ve thought of before like the folsom Street Fair, from which I’ve attached one of my tamer pictures.