Busy Mooooving…in what has to be the most ridiculously chaotic move ever in the history of all moves…venturing out deep into a questionable part of Brooklyn to return 4 cable boxes and a modem, people out of the country who needed to pay deposits, two and a half fully furnished aptartments squished into one for a few days, moving at midnight to fit a friend’s busy schedule, getting keys to people that need them 1.5 hours before I can physically get there and are waiting with movers who charge by the hour, lest not forget the bathtub incident in my current apt. that I wrote about on Friday…
There are more issues I am sure my brain is consciously blocking from memory as a self-protective measure.
Did I mention the one delusional moving company who quoted 1 grand to move a bed and desk 5.5 miles…”because we use pulleys!”
Screw your pulleys! My pulleys can beat up your pulleys!
=b
My other new roommates have embraced the chaos and I think I am succumbing to their non-dastardly ways.
Besides, there will be a super fun housewarming party that will be the balm to this move’s chapped lips...
...yeah, I have no idea where I was going with that analogy either.
((AND for what it’s worth, I am actually really really excited because my new roommates are nothing short of stupendous. STUPENDOUS I tell you!!))
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
Seasonal beer:
I love Blue Moon Summer Ale.
Mmmm….Blue Moon Summer Ale.
So, you can imagine my great dismay when I found out they are no longer serving it because it’s “FALL” now…henceforth I am stuck with Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale.
Who wants pumpkin crap in their beer?
Stupid seasonal beer rule maker upers.
UPDATE:
I have had the Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale and it is really quite tasty.
Mmmm….Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale.
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I love Blue Moon Summer Ale.
Mmmm….Blue Moon Summer Ale.
So, you can imagine my great dismay when I found out they are no longer serving it because it’s “FALL” now…henceforth I am stuck with Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale.
Who wants pumpkin crap in their beer?
Stupid seasonal beer rule maker upers.
UPDATE:
I have had the Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale and it is really quite tasty.
Mmmm….Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale.
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
I went to bed at 3:30am and then, and then, subsequently up at 7:30am for work.
WHY?
Sooo GLAD you asked.
b/c I came home at 1:30am to a bathtub almost filled to the brim with water...the water knobs would not turn off, so the water was freely running, and the tub was not draining AT ALL...I had to get a big bowl and scoop water out and pour it down the sink numerous times so it would not overflow and cause serious water damage. Since it is not my apt, I did not have any management numbers and the super was not answering his door despite my frequent pounding and doorbell ringing (in all fairness, it WAS 1:30 in the morning). My friend S, who lived there until last Saturday and is one the lease (thus, would have the much needed management numbers) was not answering her phone. I woke the other roomie up...but she is subletting too so she had no numbers either. Her suggestion was to take turns continually scooping out water until the morning when we could get in contact with the management.
erm...noooo
I eventually got a hold of G who lived there in June, and got the number: the household management team was not in (DUH, 1:30 in the morning), but it did say, for tenants ER, press one, so I did, AND got another recording.
anywhoo, G and his AWESOME self came over at 2am and figured out a way to jerry-rig it so the water stopped running.
so, I am sitting here at work, un-showered, (does baby wiping count?) trying to figure out a way to sleep with my eyes open.
And S is like let's go daaaancing tonight in the meatpacking district!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ha.
ZZZZZZZ + ME = HAPPYHAPPYJOYJOY
is what I am doing tonight.
Oh, and when S called the Management company this morning to tell them what happened, their response was, “What do you want us to do about it?”
good times. good times.
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WHY?
Sooo GLAD you asked.
b/c I came home at 1:30am to a bathtub almost filled to the brim with water...the water knobs would not turn off, so the water was freely running, and the tub was not draining AT ALL...I had to get a big bowl and scoop water out and pour it down the sink numerous times so it would not overflow and cause serious water damage. Since it is not my apt, I did not have any management numbers and the super was not answering his door despite my frequent pounding and doorbell ringing (in all fairness, it WAS 1:30 in the morning). My friend S, who lived there until last Saturday and is one the lease (thus, would have the much needed management numbers) was not answering her phone. I woke the other roomie up...but she is subletting too so she had no numbers either. Her suggestion was to take turns continually scooping out water until the morning when we could get in contact with the management.
erm...noooo
I eventually got a hold of G who lived there in June, and got the number: the household management team was not in (DUH, 1:30 in the morning), but it did say, for tenants ER, press one, so I did, AND got another recording.
anywhoo, G and his AWESOME self came over at 2am and figured out a way to jerry-rig it so the water stopped running.
so, I am sitting here at work, un-showered, (does baby wiping count?) trying to figure out a way to sleep with my eyes open.
And S is like let's go daaaancing tonight in the meatpacking district!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ha.
ZZZZZZZ + ME = HAPPYHAPPYJOYJOY
is what I am doing tonight.
Oh, and when S called the Management company this morning to tell them what happened, their response was, “What do you want us to do about it?”
good times. good times.
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Had dinner on the lower east side last night with friends whom I have not seen in a hot minute (can I pull that off? Saying hot minute? anywhoo):
A snippet of our conversation:
B: Yeah, I’m going to need the keys to your old apt, and the keys to your new apt.
Me: Ha.
R: Why?
S: Oh, and my uncle needs to know when he should come.
R: WHAT?
Me: Ok.
A: I might be a life coach on MTV’s Made!
R: What does S’s uncle have to do with anything?
C: guuuuys pay attention to my So. African slide show!
And it all made sense to me.
PS: love you GG!!
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A snippet of our conversation:
B: Yeah, I’m going to need the keys to your old apt, and the keys to your new apt.
Me: Ha.
R: Why?
S: Oh, and my uncle needs to know when he should come.
R: WHAT?
Me: Ok.
A: I might be a life coach on MTV’s Made!
R: What does S’s uncle have to do with anything?
C: guuuuys pay attention to my So. African slide show!
And it all made sense to me.
PS: love you GG!!
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
One of my best friends in high school was absolutely gorgeous, incredibly sweet, but really insecure. She always had to be in a relationship and pretty much morphed into whatever type of guy she was dating—for example, if the guy liked punk rock (‘scuse me, rawk) then she became punk, alternatively, if the guy was into classical music all of a sudden she would become sophisticated and her taste in music, wardrobe, attitude would all shift. Fast-forward to the present day…I have not spoken to her in years, we just kinda drifted apart after high school as we grew older and increasingly different.
Sooooo.
I just found her myspace…her latest boyfriend is erm…wait for it…a muscle-man. Yes, the whole shebang::: the orange ommpa-loompa tan, bleached veneers, huge honking muscles, and the nickname “Alpha-Male” to boot. So guess what my childhood friend is now? A muscle-woman. She has the orange tan, is super bulked up and competing in muscle competitions, with bleached white veneers as well. This would be hilarious if it was somebody else, ANYBODY else, but this is MY childhood friend, with the orange skin, fake florescent teeth, expanding muscles and empty eyes. MY friend that never believed it whenever I told her she was amazing, MY friend who compared her self-worth to how much the guy in her life paid attention to her.
no.
This is not funny at all.
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Sooooo.
I just found her myspace…her latest boyfriend is erm…wait for it…a muscle-man. Yes, the whole shebang::: the orange ommpa-loompa tan, bleached veneers, huge honking muscles, and the nickname “Alpha-Male” to boot. So guess what my childhood friend is now? A muscle-woman. She has the orange tan, is super bulked up and competing in muscle competitions, with bleached white veneers as well. This would be hilarious if it was somebody else, ANYBODY else, but this is MY childhood friend, with the orange skin, fake florescent teeth, expanding muscles and empty eyes. MY friend that never believed it whenever I told her she was amazing, MY friend who compared her self-worth to how much the guy in her life paid attention to her.
no.
This is not funny at all.
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
Saturday, August 18, 2007
random e-mail ((#1)) from my pink shirt wearing Scottish boss::
"In the light of recent events, and as we looking to add a couple of people to teamXXXX, the thought occurred to me that we should have a “what does it take to be in teamXXXX?” type question.
Obviously a collective hatred for Scottish people in pink shirts goes without saying.
However, what defines the work environment? How do we all get on?
In a recent conversation with Project ManagerXXXX it occurred to me – Mike Judge’s Office Space. Mandatory viewing of this. An understanding of the dialogue:
Bob: Peter – describe a typical day for you
Peter: Well, I generally come in 15 minutes late, usually through the side door so that my boss doesn’t notice. I then turn on my computer and just kind of phase out.
Bob: What do you mean, phase out?
Peter: well, I just kind of stare at my computer screen. It gives the illusion I am working, but I am not actually doing anything. Then I go for lunch, come back late and head home early. So, in general, in any given day, I probably only do about 15 minutes actual work
This is not the exact wording, but the best I can do from memory.
So, questions for future candidates:
What kind of stapler is the bone of contention?
How does Peter increase his office space?
What is the track to beat up on a fax machine?
What is an “O” face?
How do you get the financing to eventually get funding to create a “Jump to conclusions mat”?
Is Jennifer Anniston tolerable in this movie?
What is the minimum amount of flare that should be worn?
Any other questions that you can think of would be greatly appreciated.
If you have not seen this film, you should. Then look up around you in Company XXXX. It is better even than “Waiting”, which as anyone that has been a waiter/waitress knows – never mess with someone that is delivering food that you will consume.
BossXXXX"
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
"In the light of recent events, and as we looking to add a couple of people to teamXXXX, the thought occurred to me that we should have a “what does it take to be in teamXXXX?” type question.
Obviously a collective hatred for Scottish people in pink shirts goes without saying.
However, what defines the work environment? How do we all get on?
In a recent conversation with Project ManagerXXXX it occurred to me – Mike Judge’s Office Space. Mandatory viewing of this. An understanding of the dialogue:
Bob: Peter – describe a typical day for you
Peter: Well, I generally come in 15 minutes late, usually through the side door so that my boss doesn’t notice. I then turn on my computer and just kind of phase out.
Bob: What do you mean, phase out?
Peter: well, I just kind of stare at my computer screen. It gives the illusion I am working, but I am not actually doing anything. Then I go for lunch, come back late and head home early. So, in general, in any given day, I probably only do about 15 minutes actual work
This is not the exact wording, but the best I can do from memory.
So, questions for future candidates:
What kind of stapler is the bone of contention?
How does Peter increase his office space?
What is the track to beat up on a fax machine?
What is an “O” face?
How do you get the financing to eventually get funding to create a “Jump to conclusions mat”?
Is Jennifer Anniston tolerable in this movie?
What is the minimum amount of flare that should be worn?
Any other questions that you can think of would be greatly appreciated.
If you have not seen this film, you should. Then look up around you in Company XXXX. It is better even than “Waiting”, which as anyone that has been a waiter/waitress knows – never mess with someone that is delivering food that you will consume.
BossXXXX"
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
My friends think I am peculiar (well, more so than normal) for steering clear of building windows above me when moseying down the street. Peculiar? Hummmph. Lemme tell you a lil’ story….
…Last summer I was a Drama T.A. for 72 “at-risk” 2nd graders. Two of the precocious little darlings decided it would hilarious to pee out of the bathroom window. Now mind you, they were second graders, thus rather short…and the window was pretty high up...so they had to aim preetty darn carefully. And aim those little fellas did, right out of the window onto the construction workers below. How I was expected to punish them whilst keeping a straight face was beyond me.
Anywhoo, this is why I do not walk under windows…because on a hot summer day those air conditioners are dripping water like crazy onto the passer-bys below—and even though I know logically that it is water—there is a part of me that will now forever, subconsciously or not, associate liquid coming out of windows as pee—so I’ll just stick to walking on the opposite side of the sidewalk thank-you.
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…Last summer I was a Drama T.A. for 72 “at-risk” 2nd graders. Two of the precocious little darlings decided it would hilarious to pee out of the bathroom window. Now mind you, they were second graders, thus rather short…and the window was pretty high up...so they had to aim preetty darn carefully. And aim those little fellas did, right out of the window onto the construction workers below. How I was expected to punish them whilst keeping a straight face was beyond me.
Anywhoo, this is why I do not walk under windows…because on a hot summer day those air conditioners are dripping water like crazy onto the passer-bys below—and even though I know logically that it is water—there is a part of me that will now forever, subconsciously or not, associate liquid coming out of windows as pee—so I’ll just stick to walking on the opposite side of the sidewalk thank-you.
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
Friday, August 10, 2007
I am taking an comedy improv class at the Upright Citizen’s Brigade…which is a theatre troop founded by veteran SNL cast members. Last night was my first night—it was three hours of sheer joy and laughing. Plus, doing things that were absolutely mortifying, such as singing all by myself with everyone watching….and we were not allowed to be goofy when we sang…we had to take it seriously…did I mention this was the very first exercise? Sheesh…welcome to improv…check your fear at the door.
So my teacher, Ari said some pretty profound things. He’s kinda deep for a funny man.
One was “improvement comes from demystifying failure.”
Word.
The other thing he talked about was not following our instincts 100% but only 50%. This is contrary to everything I have been taught. However, as he further explained, due to our own personal insecurity from being human, half of our instincts are negative. So he told us he wants us to avoid the instincts that are going to “drag you down and make you ordinary.”
Word.
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
So my teacher, Ari said some pretty profound things. He’s kinda deep for a funny man.
One was “improvement comes from demystifying failure.”
Word.
The other thing he talked about was not following our instincts 100% but only 50%. This is contrary to everything I have been taught. However, as he further explained, due to our own personal insecurity from being human, half of our instincts are negative. So he told us he wants us to avoid the instincts that are going to “drag you down and make you ordinary.”
Word.
email me! you know you wanna: heydreamergirl@yahoo.com
Melissa.
Melissa called me a lot.
She told me I was the only one who called her back.
Melissa loved Jesus.
Melissa was not well.
She was needy.
Sometimes she made no sense.
I could not handle Melissa.
I was in a sad space.
Melissa disappeared one day.
Left behind everything.
Went missing for three weeks.
Turns out she had amnesia.
Went to a hospital.
Family notified, going to make everything better.
Seasons went by.
Forgot about Melissa.
Well.
She was in the back of my head.
That's where I kept her.
In the back.
She called once.
Four months ago in April.
I was in a happy space.
I remember what I said.
But I don't remember what she said.
Things were ok.
I think that's what she said.
Things were ok.
Didn't she say that?
Then she stopped calling.
I thought about her two weeks ago.
She randomly popped into my head.
But I no longer had her info.
So I moved on.
Did not give it a second thought.
Then I thought about her again.
One week later.
Did not try to find her info.
Did not give it another passing thought.
One week after that I receive a call.
Melissa committed suicide
one week ago.
Melissa is in Jesus's arms now
Melissa called me a lot.
She told me I was the only one who called her back.
Melissa loved Jesus.
Melissa was not well.
She was needy.
Sometimes she made no sense.
I could not handle Melissa.
I was in a sad space.
Melissa disappeared one day.
Left behind everything.
Went missing for three weeks.
Turns out she had amnesia.
Went to a hospital.
Family notified, going to make everything better.
Seasons went by.
Forgot about Melissa.
Well.
She was in the back of my head.
That's where I kept her.
In the back.
She called once.
Four months ago in April.
I was in a happy space.
I remember what I said.
But I don't remember what she said.
Things were ok.
I think that's what she said.
Things were ok.
Didn't she say that?
Then she stopped calling.
I thought about her two weeks ago.
She randomly popped into my head.
But I no longer had her info.
So I moved on.
Did not give it a second thought.
Then I thought about her again.
One week later.
Did not try to find her info.
Did not give it another passing thought.
One week after that I receive a call.
Melissa committed suicide
one week ago.
Melissa is in Jesus's arms now
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
checking my e-mail and below is the headline of the featured story on Yahoo today. What. The. CRAP.
me likes how they quote college students as experts.
someone needs to get fired imm. if not sooner. =p
::::
"Eat food off the floor?
College students say that food on the ground is safer for much longer than you think.
*'5-second rule' over?
*Do others use the '5-second rule'?
*Summertime food safety tips"
me likes how they quote college students as experts.
someone needs to get fired imm. if not sooner. =p
::::
"Eat food off the floor?
College students say that food on the ground is safer for much longer than you think.
*'5-second rule' over?
*Do others use the '5-second rule'?
*Summertime food safety tips"
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Ok, I have not written in this blog for eight months…but I realized today is my anniversary! I moved to NYC May 15, 2006 exactly one year ago today. I put the last post explaining why I am no longer a Teaching Fellow if you wanted to catch up a bit.. I wrote that in December 2006. It’s been a rough ride..and I feel like I am barely hanging on but DAMNIT! I made it one whole year here in NYC!!! And now it’s starting to come together.. I am moving to BK to a nice area, I have a temp to perm job at a media agency w/ nice co-workers (well today one did put a smelly fish in a cup on my desk as a joke, but we'll see who has the last laugh tomorrow when he leaves his computer and a love note mysteriously is sent from his e-mail account to our boss!!)a great boss who let me take lunch today with pay b/c the sun was shining (it's the little things my friends!)…granted things are not perfect, but life is not perfect…there are things I still wonder about like moving to Madrid or taking a chance and trying out for an improv show. Today I saw a man on the subway that I have seen once before…I was so upset b/c I missed my express train last week so I opted to take the local. Right in front of me was a man with a newborn and a 4/5 year old daughter. It was the sweetest thing ever because she was singing, the father was singing and it totally made my day. Today I saw the same man, with his two children and his wife in tow. Does that mean anything? Do I think too much about this crap? Yeah probably. All I know is that one year ago today I came here wide-eyed, a bit sad, and stubborn as all hell to make it here. A year later I have amazing friends, made peace with my past and still am stubborn as all hell to make it here. I refuse to let NYC eat me alive…NYC is going to fucking LOVE me and I refuse to have NYC kick me out. Everyone thought I was going to quit and run home every time things got bad, but NO, I am going to leave on MY own terms. Oooo I am so hard-core. Haha.
Why I quit NYC Teaching Fellows. (12/06)
I can put up with a lot of things.
I can put up with five teachers sharing one classroom.
I can put up with students cussing, disrespecting and hating me…I do not tolerate it but that is not a reason for me to quit.
I can put up with the principal giving me 10 bilingual classes when I do not speak a word of Spanish.
I can put up with the principal trying to give me a schedule with no breaks, which completely illegal so I got my union involved.
I can put up with doing coverages for other teachers on a daily basis but not knowing what or who I am teaching until five minutes before the class begins. Not once has a teacher thought to leave a lesson plan for the sub. Not once.
I can put up with teachers quitting on weekly basis.
I can put up with the scary stories of the school’s recent past:
Principals don’t just leave…they leave on stretchers.
One angry parent beat up a principal so bad he is now permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Another principal has brain damage because a student threw a chair at her head that spit her head wide open. Four principals in one year. Police escorts from the school to the subway for teachers and staff. Tires slashed, windows bashed. The gangs were running the school and my school was in the middle of a gang war zone.
Yes, now there are different students, but it’s the same parents, same older siblings, same gang area.
However, hearing about these violent events that took place less than three years ago still did not scare me away.
I was informed on Friday that the soil behind the school is toxic. A lot of teachers and students are sick. Two teachers have had miscarriages, and these toxins have been linked to miscarriages in animals. I don’t even want to think about what other health issues these toxins can or have caused. The construction company digging up the soil said it was fine, yes the soil is toxic but it does not affect the schools. But that shit is in the air, you can taste it on your tongue. In one of my classes yesterday the wind shifted and blew the soil and dust right in.
I informed the Fellows to see if I could be pulled out but it’s a process because I need proof which can take up to a couple of months. All the while I am breathing and working in an unsafe environment? This breaks my heart because I have the ability to leave but the students do not. We are working on getting their parents informed though.
I can and have put up with a lot of crap with this school but I need to draw the line somewhere.
So, I am done. I am not sure what my next step is, I am broke, jobless and living in NYC. However, I’ve had it worse and I always manage to land on my feet. Just keep me in your prayers and send happy thoughts, phone-calls and e-mails my way! I miss talking to everyone!
I can put up with a lot of things.
I can put up with five teachers sharing one classroom.
I can put up with students cussing, disrespecting and hating me…I do not tolerate it but that is not a reason for me to quit.
I can put up with the principal giving me 10 bilingual classes when I do not speak a word of Spanish.
I can put up with the principal trying to give me a schedule with no breaks, which completely illegal so I got my union involved.
I can put up with doing coverages for other teachers on a daily basis but not knowing what or who I am teaching until five minutes before the class begins. Not once has a teacher thought to leave a lesson plan for the sub. Not once.
I can put up with teachers quitting on weekly basis.
I can put up with the scary stories of the school’s recent past:
Principals don’t just leave…they leave on stretchers.
One angry parent beat up a principal so bad he is now permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Another principal has brain damage because a student threw a chair at her head that spit her head wide open. Four principals in one year. Police escorts from the school to the subway for teachers and staff. Tires slashed, windows bashed. The gangs were running the school and my school was in the middle of a gang war zone.
Yes, now there are different students, but it’s the same parents, same older siblings, same gang area.
However, hearing about these violent events that took place less than three years ago still did not scare me away.
I was informed on Friday that the soil behind the school is toxic. A lot of teachers and students are sick. Two teachers have had miscarriages, and these toxins have been linked to miscarriages in animals. I don’t even want to think about what other health issues these toxins can or have caused. The construction company digging up the soil said it was fine, yes the soil is toxic but it does not affect the schools. But that shit is in the air, you can taste it on your tongue. In one of my classes yesterday the wind shifted and blew the soil and dust right in.
I informed the Fellows to see if I could be pulled out but it’s a process because I need proof which can take up to a couple of months. All the while I am breathing and working in an unsafe environment? This breaks my heart because I have the ability to leave but the students do not. We are working on getting their parents informed though.
I can and have put up with a lot of crap with this school but I need to draw the line somewhere.
So, I am done. I am not sure what my next step is, I am broke, jobless and living in NYC. However, I’ve had it worse and I always manage to land on my feet. Just keep me in your prayers and send happy thoughts, phone-calls and e-mails my way! I miss talking to everyone!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
so am i the last one to find out that as of aug. 24 pluto is no longer considered a planet because of it's lack of self gravational pull and more crap like that?!?
so now under the new guide-lines there are only 8 planets and as cal-tech put it,
"pluto has been voted off the island!"
yow-zas!
booo! my 5th grade styrofoam science project is now a lie!
a LIE i tell you!
CLICK ME! bye-bye Pluto!
so now under the new guide-lines there are only 8 planets and as cal-tech put it,
"pluto has been voted off the island!"
yow-zas!
booo! my 5th grade styrofoam science project is now a lie!
a LIE i tell you!
CLICK ME! bye-bye Pluto!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
i moved to harlem.
hey, for half the rent, you'd move too!
and let me just say i love that the produce guy in my local bodega feels no shame pausing in the middle of restocking peaches to eat a peach himself. maybe i'll just get bananas.
actually, i love NYC in general.
i love that the two middle age men that came to install my roomie's TV were having an argument over who was cooler: kevin or justin. as in kevin federline or justin timberlake. what are they--12 year old girls?
i love that my neighbor feels the need to inform me of all the local gossip regardless of whether i'm in a hurry or not. oh no she didn't...oh yesss she did!
and i love that last night my final memory of 9/11/06 was not of the necessary sadness that overwhelmed the day but instead it was overhearing my neighbor's sing happy birthday to a little girl named hannah.
hey, for half the rent, you'd move too!
and let me just say i love that the produce guy in my local bodega feels no shame pausing in the middle of restocking peaches to eat a peach himself. maybe i'll just get bananas.
actually, i love NYC in general.
i love that the two middle age men that came to install my roomie's TV were having an argument over who was cooler: kevin or justin. as in kevin federline or justin timberlake. what are they--12 year old girls?
i love that my neighbor feels the need to inform me of all the local gossip regardless of whether i'm in a hurry or not. oh no she didn't...oh yesss she did!
and i love that last night my final memory of 9/11/06 was not of the necessary sadness that overwhelmed the day but instead it was overhearing my neighbor's sing happy birthday to a little girl named hannah.
Monday, September 11, 2006
to my NYC friends:
as you tell me your personal 9/11 stories i wonder how i'm suppose to respond to the deep sadness in your voices.
so i just listen.
and maybe that's ok.
but please know even though i was 2,500 miles away, my heart...and everyone else's...was breaking too.
to everyone else:
if you're going to light a candle
or say a prayer for the deceased---who are in a better place
...please don't forget the living still trying to navigate through this space.
as you tell me your personal 9/11 stories i wonder how i'm suppose to respond to the deep sadness in your voices.
so i just listen.
and maybe that's ok.
but please know even though i was 2,500 miles away, my heart...and everyone else's...was breaking too.
to everyone else:
if you're going to light a candle
or say a prayer for the deceased---who are in a better place
...please don't forget the living still trying to navigate through this space.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Today was classic NYC Subway riding. Riding the C downtown, a homeless man came on the train begging for money and food. This is normally not too unusual except this particular gentleman DID NOT HAVE ON shoes, socks, pants, AND ummm underwear. He was wearing just a shirt. I was going to offer him a banana but I thought better of it when I noticed his hands were strategically placed on his nether regions. Riding the C uptown, with everyone else in Manhattan and no air conditioning was fun as well. Let's just say it was cooler on the platform which by normal standards could only be described as stifling hot. good times. good times.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
This older married black couple on the uptown 1 train caught my eye. I assumed they just got out of seeing a Broadway musical based on the Jersey Boys Playbill in Husband's hand. (I am SO astute, I know!) Husband was really excited and was humming parts of the musical and happily pointing out actors in the Playbill to Wife. As the train rolled on he continued humming and eventually Wife started humming too. She was sitting next to me, and he was standing in front of her and I almost wanted to get up so they could sit together and cuddle. ALMOST. It was late and I was tired. Plus, who is to say they were even going to cuddle? I was probably over-romancing the whole scenario in my pre-conditioned Hollywood infiltrated boy hearts girl 4-ever-n-ever mind anyway. Then when a large person sat on the other side of Wife and she was noticeably squished, Husband asked if she was alright with a concerned look on his face. All I could think was dang, it's one thing to take care of your partner when you are young but to be that old and in love must take some work. A short time later, as I got off on my stop I turned around briefly, just long enough to notice Husband sitting down next to his mate, grasping her hand and Wife subsequently resting her head safely on his shoulder.
I am such a sucker for this crap.
I am such a sucker for this crap.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
I went to dum dum DUM...New Jersey today! What a ridiculously complicated experience. "First take the subway to the PATH and then take the PATH to the lightrail and then take the lightrail to NJ street and then from NJ street simply hail a cab to my apartment." easy as pie. I went for a BBQ with some new friends I have met in the city. Yes, yours truly is making friends. awwwwww. I almost had a heart attack when I found out they pay 1500 hundred for a gorgeous three bedroom with a back yard and beautiful view of the city. BUT then again, they live in New Jersey and it takes an army of vehicles to go the three miles it takes to get to Manhattan. So there.
On another note, I also got a really great summer job teaching drama. Now if I could only sort out my own drama, I'd be fine...
(SJONE)
On another note, I also got a really great summer job teaching drama. Now if I could only sort out my own drama, I'd be fine...
(SJONE)
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