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Dear City of Chico

Okay, I get it, we have a homeless problem. A pretty big one for such a cold place in the winter. And maybe I didn’t research my neighborhood carefully before moving into my apartment in a panic but it’s like a homeless hobo convention up in this bitch at the moment.

I live in a neighborhood that houses SEVERAL rehab centers, I didn’t realize that. County Mental health is a street over. We have a couple of different Vets assistance offices over here. The Blood Bank is across the street. I think Welfare is also down the street. And so is the DMV and you know what kind of people hang out at the DMV. I live right next door to a bike path that is poorly lit and also constantly vandalized, has the homeless and the druggies (no really I’ve seen the discarded crack pipes and syringes over there) hiding out in it during the winter months.

For some reason the city runs the homeless “undesirables” out of downtown around the holidays. It usually starts around Halloween for the trick or treat things they do down there for the kids. Then there’s the Christmas Preview and the other various things that go on around here for the holidays. I get it, we have a giant Christmas tree and kids everywhere and you probably don’t want to see these people all up in your holiday photos. For the moment all of the most famous homeless folks, including the Die Guy live on my block. It’s cool, I get it, rent is expensive, shit sucks, you feel the need to tell everyone to die when they walk by.  But I can’t say it makes the Man in my life feel very safe for me to be out doing my thing, walking back and forth etc.  He’s actually pretty freaked out about it, especially since one of the rehabs on our block seems to have installed a smoking section outside with lawn chairs and ashtrays. Especially since most of the people using this space aren’t clients of the rehab center, they’re just the other random boxes of crazy that stumble off our bike path.

Honestly I don’t mind where I live in town so much. It drives Ben absolutely nuts that I walk everywhere and basically give no fucks about what goes on around here. I think most of our hobos are harmless and I honestly worry more about college kids and my own neighbors than I do the guy having an disagreement with a lamp post or the one dude that seems to talk to cars. (What the fuck, I talk to things that can’t talk back to me all the time? That’s not that weird.) I just wonder if we’re doing anything to help the people who are truly BROKEN here instead of just shuffling them off to one area of town or another. Because some of these people are clearly unemployable and from what I’ve heard from my friends over at the Studio Inn Lounge, they basically just let them out of our local “looney bin,” with 50 bucks and the number to the Jesus Center when they pick them up. I realize this is a pretty common problem in the country, but it makes me sad, as I see it every single day when I’m heading to work.

 

p.s. I know I already blew National Blog Posting Month. Sue me.

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creepy pool guy

I live in an apartment complex with a pool. It was one of my only requirements besides being pet friendly when I was looking for a place here. Last summer it was full of kids and such and that’s expected. This year when it’s full of kids, it’s usually my friend’s children.

This year the pool has pretty much been empty the majority of the time. Except for Creepy Pool Guy. He’s earned this name by only using the pool when I get in it.

oh hi there

Like without fail, no matter what time of day I go down to the pool between 10-20 minutes later this dude will be coming in and asking me “Do you mind if I join you?”  First of all its a community pool, just use the damn thing and leave me alone. You don’t have to ask me if I care if you’re out there. I don’t have the right to care. If you’re that annoying to me, I can go back the hell up to my apartment where I came from. The only thing I mind is that you’re talking to me when I clearly have headphones on and am reading a book. Go swim. Shut up.

I know, I sound like a total bitch, but seriously more than a friendly head nod or a “hello,” hastily mumbled as you walk by is too much conversation for me and a stranger when I’m in a bathing suit or relaxing. Everyone knows, public pool rules state, pretend everyone else isn’t there!

After establishing that I could care less if this dude is at the pool that he also pays rent to be at, he will swim for about 10-15 minutes and then start talking to me again. “Whatcha readin?” is a popular one. “Just a book.” is usually the answer which would shut most people up, because again social cues dictate that I don’t want to talk to you. “What’s it about?” About this time I’m considering going back up to my apartment because it becomes obvious that CPG wants to chat. “It’s just a chick book. Romance stuff.”

“Oh cool.” He’ll get out of the water and then take a chair a little too close to mine. There are 35 freakin chairs out there and he’ll pick the one like two chairs down from me, every time.

“Well yeah, I wasn’t going to be out here for very long so…”

Thanks for the update champ. I still don’t want to talk to you.

His other favorite attempt at starting conversations with me is “Is that an adult beverage you’re drinking?” Cue me mentally strangling him, because if it is, who cares and if it isn’t who cares? Who cares if I’m drinking swamp water?

Usually I’ll tell him its water just to seem as boring as possible. I’ve pretended not to hear him because of my headphones but he’ll wave to get my attention. And this ONLY happens when I’m alone down there. He never comes out when my friends are here or when Ben is around or when any of the other residents of the apartment complex are also at the pool when I am. Just when I am. Even at 8 in the morning after a run, he’ll come down and get in. I don’t even know what apartment he lives in but obviously it has a window view of the courtyard.  I never even see him in the water when the pool is completely empty.

I’m sure its all a coincidence but still… creepy.


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The dark side of sports

I love sports. I do. I’m an AVID Seahawks fan (something my boyfriend thinks is kinda adorable to be honest) and I love baseball. I’m a big Red Sox fan and over the last five years have come to love and follow the San Francisco Giants as well.

The thing about sports is there are rivalries. And that’s what makes it awesome. The passion, the pride… it’s all good.

What’s not good though is when that stuff gets out of control.

Opening day was last Thursday. And one man who by all accounts is a really good guy, got beaten to the point he is in a coma and might have brain surgery for going to a baseball game to support his team.

Bryan Stow is a 42 year old paramedic, father of two and and a Giants fan. And he got beaten up for being a Giants fan leaving Dodgers stadium. That’s not cool. And what’s even more confounding, the Giants LOST the game. No need to be angry fools, your team WON.  What the hell is wrong with people?

Here’s the story from the sfgate.

Beaten Giants fan Bryan Stow in induced coma

Carolyn Jones, Chronicle Staff Writer
San Francisco Chronicle April 3, 2011 04:00 AM Copyright San Francisco Chronicle. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Bryan Stow of Santa Cruz was critically injured after a Giants-Dodgers game in Los Angeles on Thursday.

Bryan Stow saved many lives as a Santa Clara County paramedic. Now, the life he’s fighting for is his own.

Stow, the San Francisco Giants fan who was severely beaten by Dodgers fans after an Opening Day game Thursday in Los Angeles, was in a medically induced coma Sunday as family, friends and doctors waited to see the extent of his brain injury.

A day earlier, doctors removed a portion of the Santa Cruz resident’s skull to reduce swelling.

“All he did was go to a baseball game,” said his friend and co-worker, paramedic Samantha Tennison, also of Santa Cruz. “It is such a loss. This doesn’t just affect him. It affects all the people who he won’t be able to care for.”

Also Sunday, leaders representing the two cities and teams released a joint statement intended to head off any further violence between rival fans.

“Root hard for your teams,” the statement said, “and do so with civility and common decency.”

Stow, 42, and two friends went to Dodger Stadium on Thursday night to cheer for the Giants, who lost 2-1. As Stow and his friends were leaving the stadium, Stow was taunted and attacked by two men wearing Dodgers gear, Los Angeles police said.

They punched Stow in the back of his head, and after he fell to the pavement, they kicked him for about 15 seconds – continuing even after Stow lost consciousness, police said.

Stow was in critical condition Sunday at Los Angeles County-USC Medical Center, a hospital spokeswoman said.

Police are continuing to search for the suspects, described as two Latino men in their 20s, Los Angeles police Officer Cleon Joseph said.

Meanwhile, Stow’s colleagues and friends are reeling from the incident. Stow, they said, is the last person who would engage in violence.

“We get called to a lot of fights, and he’s always the one to calm things down, get people laughing,” said Rebecca Mackowiak, an American Medical Response paramedic who worked with Stow for five years. “There is no doubt in my mind that if these guys were harassing him, he just walked away.”

Stow, a father of two, grew up in the Santa Cruz area and worked in paving before becoming a paramedic, friends said. Passionate about his work, he mentored dozens of trainees.

He has a great bedside manner, friends said, joking with patients and co-workers to relieve their stress.

“The little old ladies, he loved them,” Tennison said. “He’d flirt with them so they’d smile and blush. If they didn’t have chest pains when he showed up, they would after he left.”

But Stow’s favorite patients are the ones that cause many paramedics, firefighters and police officers to roll their eyes: homeless drunks with a tendency to overdial 911.

“He treated everyone with respect. A lot of these guys are Vietnam vets, and he’d love to hear their stories,” Mackowiak said. “He’d make them laugh, which is not something they have many chances to do.”

Stow is a Giants season ticket holder as well as a devoted Dallas Cowboys fan – “his one flaw,” Tennison said. He often travels to see the teams play on the road and had been to Dodger Stadium many times.

Donations to offset his medical costs can go to Commonwealth Central Credit Union, account No. 118881, P.O. Box 641690, San Jose CA 95164-1690.

Online resource

Colleagues have set up a website for the public to follow Bryan Stow’s progress: support4stow.blogspot.com.

Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/04/03/BA5H1IP8ID.DTL#ixzz1IZKR8vUp




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12 and 11

So I skipped yesterday. Whatever.

If I ever (hahahahahahahahha) get married for real, I want this song at my reception. Someone make a note.

Sinead O’Connor and Shane MacGowan… well hell do I really have to say anything else? This couldn’t be more Irish if it was eating potatoes and being angry….

FINALLY someone uploaded a version of the Butch Vig remix of House of Pain “Shamrocks and Shenanigans” This song is so tight. I can’t believe it’s not in the system at work… but then again hey I’m the boss I can fix that. I think I’ll be fixing that when I get to work on Monday…. 🙂

Actually did you know my boyfriend on the Giants, Brian Wilson, he comes out to pitch to a House of Pain song… see? Meant to me. B-Weezy, call me. We can do brunch at Charlie Sheen’s house.