nicole @nicole@myna.social

Whenever I come to SF for a doctors’ appointment or work I take the ferry home. Along the way, I stop in at the wine bar in the ferry building for a glass or two.

I’m probably not going to do either of those things again after today’s check-in (there must be better wine bars closer to my new home), so this is my parting toast. 😘

Okay, revision FFS scheduled for July.

Minor stuff: there’s a mystery dent in my forehead and my lip lift is a little off target.

DB is being a swell perfectionist and waiving the forehead work. 🥰

@cederbs sometimes, I look at everything I’ve managed since burning out and boggle at the possibility of what could be accomplished if we were all allowed to take better care of ourselves. 😂

@Alexis strongly agree that the connection to SC detracts from the experience. I kept wondering what I’d missed in SC that was relevant here, but … there’s nothing there.

But, wow, I’ve never seen the performative aspect of identity laid so bare. Been trying to drag @pauline through this one for a year now.

Going to miss this midget.

@Natasha_Jay ❤️❤️❤️

Third week back from Japan and I still don’t feel like I’m actually back.

Stepping back into my shoes at work has been particularly challenging: I lost my design and research partners, without who I can’t even tell all the different shoes apart.

A company reorg, role-reduction, depression, and the decision to seperate and divorce might also be angular momentum on the surreality dial.

The clocks must be at room temperature; they spread easily enough under the butter knife.

Nomnom gnomon.

The Barbie-themed Oscars celebration where Barbie hardly won anything at all was the most-Ken thing I’ve seen this year.

@pauline has occasionally said that there’s a lot of my mother in me. I want to bristle at that: my mother was not—by any means or metric—a good mother. But she does make more sense to me post-transition than she ever did before.

And, I think, I do to her too.

Saw my mother for the first time in 4 years yesterday; last time we met, I had a different name.

She’s living in a cottage behind a couple’s house in Atherton. It is, in keeping with her talents, a most-impeccably decorated abode: museum-quality miniature living; an art project in filling space.

I’ve inherited some of her talent; we crawled around on the floor with tape measures, discussing the prospective presence of a new coffee table—how the light will affect it over the course of a day.

@jonathankoren just blind luck and video palette color compression. 😇

I think the trick is just to burn it all; most of it is his stuff anyway.

Downsizing from. 1,500 ft^2 house with 800 ft^2 of basement storage to a 650 ft^2 apartment with 0 ft^2 of anywhere storage is going to be a fine trick. 🪄

I’m moving to San Francisco next month (life changes) to join the roster of people who miss Berkeley Bowl—the best grocery store.

I never thought I was going to be one of them. Trading down to a Trader Joe’s is going to be a wound that will not close.

I couldn’t find Chibi this morning, but I did find half a fuzzy donut.

I’ll never understand sports people, but I’m happy to photograph them.

@NickSchwanck I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I have to stop myself every so often to check my biases (within the last 48 hours, actually). They sneak up on you; they sneak up on everyone.

I think it’s fantastic that you were able to have that frank conversation with your daughter in the light of your own acceptance and growth. What a gift for both of you. ❤️

And that’s kind of the wonderful thing about FFS: even if it isn’t enough to make you pass all scrutinies, it can still bring you to a place where willing people can defy their own disbelief, and see you as they want to see you.

If these people are your friends, they will see you as you want to be seen; if they aren’t, well, … best you both know, so you can preserve your energy for those who are. 🎭