tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28910982011-07-14T20:43:59.679-04:00normalcy is coursing through my veins"maybe it's the weather or something like that"A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comBlogger7111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-1057638764054471402003-07-08T00:32:00.000-04:002003-07-08T13:30:42.620-04:00Went to a party last Saturday night
Okay, I'm still on hiatus and all, but this is so worth coming out of hibernation for. Tonight the lovely and talented Ms. B. and I got onstage in front of a live audience and sang "Kiss Me Deadly" while backed by a live band. Never you mind that we sang the extra "come on pretty baby"s a little too early, we still rocked the house. Or, at the very least, we A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-940645232003-05-09T14:00:00.000-04:002003-05-09T14:00:32.593-04:00Newsflash from the Center for Stating the Obvious
This study proposes that most twenty-somethings now experience a prolonged adolescence. Shocking.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-936752032003-05-02T18:05:00.000-04:002003-05-02T18:05:31.080-04:00Ingenuity
If you have a spare minute and a spare twenty dollars, go support Kerry in The "Damn! Kerry Needs a New Computer, BAD!" Fundraiser. It's like that whole Save Karyn thing that everyone was talking about a while back, except I think Kerry's is a better cause and you actually get something for your money.
A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-934155042003-04-28T15:11:00.000-04:002003-04-28T15:12:16.000-04:00Things men on the street have said to me when I have worn my bright red spring coat
"Hey, Red!"
"C'mere Little Red Riding Hood, you look good enough to eat!"
"You're a hot tamale!"
"Oooh, Red, you look spicy!"
"Hey, girl in the red, I got something for you." (points to crotch)
"Nice coat."A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-926076942003-04-14T17:37:00.000-04:002003-04-14T17:56:41.000-04:00Overextended
Just to give you an idea of what my mental state at work is like these days: Earlier this afternoon, I attempted to use the network printer to photocopy a page from a book. I spent a good thirty seconds wondering where the "print" button was before wandering red-faced to the separate room where the copier is located.
A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-904840862003-03-10T18:05:00.000-05:002003-03-10T18:19:33.000-05:00Shiny and new
In celebration of the fact that my tax return was direct-deposited into my account on Friday, I thought i would take myself on a mini shopping spree before the rest goes to pay off credit cards. (Practicality is a bitch, isn't it?).
Now, I don't usually go around talking about my underwear, but ladies, let me tell you, if you have not checked out the wonder that is Gap Body, A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-903135342003-03-07T13:26:00.000-05:002003-03-07T14:46:47.000-05:00Laying down the law
I don't get this whole designer sweatpants thing. Just because they say Juicy or Sean John on them doesn't suddenly make them appropriate office attire, even if it is a Friday. Sweatpants are meant for two places: the couch and the gym. No exceptions. Thank you for your consideration.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-900747822003-03-03T17:56:00.000-05:002003-03-03T18:07:10.000-05:00Now I'm smoking cigarettes and I strive for purity
Listening: Tom Waits's Closing Time. I bought Frank's Wild Years first and feared I was one of those people who just couldn't get into Tom Waits. It turns out I just should have started here. It reminds me of Sunday afternoons drinking coffee and smoking someone else's cigarettes.
Watching: Goonies. My roommate and I rented it this weekend to A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-900561482003-03-03T11:32:00.000-05:002003-03-03T11:34:42.000-05:00It's okay if you can't stand to let her dance
Damn, the new Cat Power record is good. Stream it here.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-897817082003-02-26T12:03:00.000-05:002003-02-26T12:03:08.390-05:00Confirmation
I am a total fucking idiot when it comes to guys.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-897338872003-02-25T16:28:00.000-05:002003-02-25T16:30:02.000-05:00I have:
fantastic, brand-new grey pants that are so soft I have to resist the urge to pet my own leg.
a new mix cd that makes me squeal with glee.
a sore throat that won' t go away no matter how many cups of honeyed tea I drink nor how many doses of Advil and Sudafed I down.
an enormous amount of work to do.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-894413982003-02-20T12:04:00.000-05:002003-02-20T12:04:13.480-05:00If you think like Thomas Edison, could you invent a world for me?
I wish I were nine years old again, just so I could attend Rock n Roll Camp for Girls. (link via the Morning News)A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-893347202003-02-18T18:26:00.000-05:002003-02-18T18:26:45.670-05:00Weekend: the short version
Pasta, fruity drinks with umbrellas, red wine, cheese and crackers, Dylan songs, NPR while half-asleep, anti-war protest, mid-afternoon pints of beer and pub food, a long lazy evening curled up on someone else's couch, homemade hot cocoa and the Sunday Times, catch-up phone calls, soup-making, cookie-baking, a walk in the snow, a day spent in pajamas doing work readingA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-890482152003-02-13T14:54:00.000-05:002003-02-13T14:59:08.000-05:00Helpful hints
When the cafeteria says "Tuscan Vegetable," it means "Minestrone."
Salty edamame plus severely chapped lips equals a sudden and profound understanding of why puffy lips might be referred to as "bee-stung." Ow.
Drinking multiple pints of beer without having eaten dinner, then staying up almost all night, then trying to make it through the workday? Not such a great plan.
If A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-889266272003-02-11T14:24:00.000-05:002003-02-11T14:39:22.000-05:00For Virginia lovers
I took a seminar on Virginia Woolf the semester I studied in England. I am totally fascinated by her. I loved Michael Cunningham's The Hours. I was not quite so keen on the movie version. This article, written by Woolf biographer Hermione Lee, articulates some of my frustrations much more succinctly than I could have done myself. (link via The Morning News)A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-886186292003-02-05T19:28:00.000-05:002003-02-07T01:51:13.000-05:00Reconsidering
Still on hiatus, but thinking maybe serious lack of sleep for a week straight had something to do with the state I was in when I wrote what used to be here. I'm feeling better about things today.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-885682832003-02-04T22:22:00.000-05:002003-02-04T22:25:33.000-05:00My dashboard's locked, I guess I feel fine
I started my day off with "Texas Never Whispers," and I think it's appropriate to end with it as well.
I am still at the office. Please note the time. You know it's bad when you're making microwave mac and cheese to eat at your desk at nine p.m. This whole moving offices business? Giant pain in the ass. I don't recommend it. My coworkers were drinking A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-884848562003-02-03T14:01:00.000-05:002003-02-03T14:47:38.000-05:00A moment of reflection
I spent Friday night on a sofa bed in my friends' new apartment. After getting only three hours of sleep, we woke up early Saturday morning to get to Ikea before the Saturday hordes arrived. As we were eating breakfast, we heard that Columbia was missing. In the car on our way to Ikea, we heard on the radio the confirmation that it was lost, that debris was falling from A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-884817932003-02-03T12:54:00.000-05:002003-02-03T13:02:59.000-05:00I'd settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
I just read an eye-opening article about parasomniacs. Having struggled with insomnia off and on since I was a wee tyke, I am always fascinated by sleep-related articles. Thanks to The Morning News for the link.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-882845092003-01-30T15:16:00.000-05:002003-01-30T15:19:47.000-05:00Revision
When I have had a bad day, one of my favorite things to do is go to the movies by myself. I saw Talk to Her last night. It was amazing. If I were writing my best-of movie list over again, it would move to the top. I have this desire to write a long review of it, but I wouldn't do it justice. I will stick to saying that the music, the dance sequences (choreographed by Pina Bausch, whose A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-882268332003-01-29T16:12:00.000-05:002003-01-29T16:12:54.790-05:00Keeping you informed
The full text of the State of the Union address can be found here.
A piece of commentary I think is worth reading can be found here.
A very smart book about the reasons we decide to go to war and the ramifications of going to war is by Chris Hedges and is called War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning. I encourage you to read it. You can buy it here.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-881718762003-01-28T15:02:00.000-05:002003-01-28T15:02:34.566-05:00In my head
And when we break we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies
And when we break we'll wait for our miracle
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life
A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-881100112003-01-27T14:09:00.000-05:002003-01-27T14:09:19.850-05:00Things I learned last night
If you wear the stacked-heel, knee-high boots that make you stand six-foot-one, and you stand back from the crowds of celebrities and their hangers-on, looking a little bored and distracted, people just might think you are Someone.
If you wear those damned stacked-heel, knee-high boots that make you stand six-foot-one for more than about half an hour, you may find A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-879813222003-01-24T18:21:00.000-05:002003-01-24T18:37:21.000-05:00Don't hate her when she gets up to leave
My office is moving. In addition to the inordinate amount of work I usually have to do, I now also have to sort through, dust off, throw out, ship out, reorganize, and redistribute things for the move. Forgive me if the weekday posting is looking a little sparse these days. For now, I will do what I often do when short on time and energy: make a list.
A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-878472332003-01-22T11:41:00.000-05:002003-01-22T11:45:30.000-05:00Winter tundra-land
I sincerely apologize for that truly awful pun. My brain is frozen.
I like cold weather, I really do. I find a crisp breeze refreshing. I like to see my breath in the air. I think people look better when their cheeks are ruddy. But the current weather in New York is a little too frigid for my liking. I am trying to call upon my reserves and remember how it was that I survivedA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-876529242003-01-18T16:59:00.000-05:002003-01-18T17:00:57.000-05:00Game face
It began with yet another round of Taboo, because somehow we ended up Trivial Pursuit-less. (I’m not naming names, *cough* Sean *cough* Erica.)
Favorite clue from the sweater, for governor: “He leads us….and sometimes British people call each other this.” I answered in a faux British accent.
Favorite clue from Neil, for Bill Clinton: “I did not have sex with that woman.”
Favorite A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-876026332003-01-17T14:05:00.000-05:002003-01-17T14:05:19.813-05:00Clueless
Someone just told me we have Monday off for Marting Luther King, Jr. Day. I had no idea. I just finished doing a happy little dance. Hooray for unexpected holidays and obliviousness that results in a pleasant surprise.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-874937932003-01-15T15:51:00.000-05:002003-01-15T16:12:49.000-05:00Don't say you love me if it's just a rumor
This Year's Model is (lyrically at least) a fairly cynical record. The lyrics are all about doomed relationships, unfulfilled desires, sexual jealousy, and the negative effects of fame. And yet, almost without fail, listening to it puts me in a fantastic mood. I guess that's one of the many facets of Elvis Costello's brilliance. He can sing a line like A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-874375622003-01-14T16:45:00.000-05:002003-01-15T11:02:11.000-05:00Buzzed
Last night, I played an impromptu game of Taboo with two roommates and one of their girlfriends. The last time I can remember having played this game was when I was sixteen and a member of the Chemung County Youth Council, an organization that sought to bring together awkward teenagers from every area high school and have them work on one big project for the community, like planning a A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-873620642003-01-13T12:53:00.000-05:002003-01-13T14:39:03.000-05:00Was I in your dreams?
Last night I dreamt that Sarah B. and Jason Royal's internet engagement was all a big publicity stunt, a la J. Lo. and Ben. They had publicists and photographers and everything.
Guess who needs to start spending less time online?
Update: Thanks to this news bite (please scroll to the bottom), I am beginning to think I might have psychic powers.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-873389292003-01-13T00:34:00.000-05:002003-01-13T00:34:16.160-05:00Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I think Gram Parsons's "Song for You" could be a great wedding song, if it weren't for the fact that he leaves at the end.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-872554432003-01-11T02:05:00.000-05:002003-01-11T15:05:59.000-05:00Like catching snow on my tongue
I left the Zombie Hut after hanging out with Sarah, Liz, and Alissa, and I was thinking about how fantastic my friends are, and then it was snowing. Not this gross, wet, almost-rain snow we've been getting, but actual big white flakes. Alissa and I hugged and screamed "It's snowing!" Just before we left the bar, we were drinking rum punch and Jimmy Eat World was A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-872322712003-01-10T15:08:00.000-05:002003-01-10T15:14:34.000-05:00Bust a move
So our office is moving in a few short weeks, and preparations have begun.
Yesterday, we all got a little memo about what to pack and what to leave, how things will work, etc. Included in said memo was a section concerning plants, which the movers are not allowed to move because they are living. If we have plants that are in good condition, our company will provide a "safe room" (A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-871733632003-01-09T12:33:00.000-05:002003-01-09T14:22:07.000-05:00Incomplete
What follows is a list of my favorite films of 2002. Please note that I say favorite, and not best. There are movies that might be better, but I did not enjoy them as much. There are also films that should probably be on this list, but that I simply haven't seen yet. Perhaps I will update later. No commentary from me this time, just a list. I have decided I am not a very good reviewerA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-871520092003-01-09T00:50:00.000-05:002003-01-09T00:50:09.000-05:00World traveler
Overheard on the street after work this evening:
Guy1: Haven't seen you around in a while, where have you been?
Guy2: I was on vacation in Italy.
Guy1: Oh, really, where?
Guy2: Florence, mostly.
Guy1: I've been to Florence.
Guy2: Oh, yeah?
Guy1: Yeah, a couple of years ago. Do they still have the restaurants?
Guy2: [long pause] Uh, yeah.
No, actually, Florence closed all the A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-870109432003-01-06T11:11:00.000-05:002003-01-06T11:11:07.886-05:00Residual
You know it's been that kind of weekend when you arrive freshly showered at work on Monday morning, but your hair still smells kind of like the bar on Saturday night.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-868898842003-01-03T15:20:00.000-05:002003-01-03T15:22:39.000-05:00A big round of applause, please
Recent realization: I'm a sucker for a song with handclaps.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-868353862003-01-02T12:38:00.000-05:002003-01-02T17:58:27.000-05:00The song, the song, the song is shaking me
So I guess I was supposed to do this before January 1, but, as usual, I'm running a few days behind schedule. Here are some 2002 records that I really like:
Wilco--Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
I know, this is on everyone's list. As well it should be, because it is fantastic. This is the first cd I've ever bought at midnight the day it came out. I bought it at A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-868140432003-01-01T23:56:00.000-05:002003-01-02T01:11:51.000-05:00In New York City, low on cash
I arrived back in New York this evening. The rain was coming down hard against the bus windows and Tom Waits was singing into my ears about taking the long way home. I ran into someone I knew in high school at the station. Her older brother was the first boy who ever sent me flowers. She was putting her mother on the bus back to our hometown. Her mother hugged me A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-867560412002-12-31T13:17:00.000-05:002003-01-02T00:27:08.000-05:00This year's girl
Instead of making a list of resolutions, I thought I would revisit the list of goals I made last year at this time and see how I did:
get more sleep I tried, I really did. And sometimes I was even successful.
return emails/phone calls on something resembling a regular basis Phew, it's a good thing I included that "something resembling" part.
balance my goddamned checkbook A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-867368612002-12-31T02:22:00.000-05:002002-12-31T02:22:40.153-05:00Conscientious objection
I have never been a big fan of new year's eve. There's too much pressure. It tends to result in the kind of legislated fun that seems to keep me from actually having a good time. I do not mean this to sound snobby or bitter. I have taken part in some fantastic celebrations on this date. It is simply that I do not like being expected to have grand plans. So I have decided A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-866370282002-12-28T17:24:00.000-05:002002-12-28T17:26:02.000-05:00Enough
If I read one more "big fat Greek" joke, I'm going to scream. People, please, this joke is about as original and interesting as making fun of J. Lo and Ben. Surely, you can keep it off your year-end lists.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-865395962002-12-26T01:11:00.000-05:002002-12-26T01:55:11.000-05:00Update from the wintry north
I am at my parents' house upstate and have been here since a five-and-a-half hour bus ride landed me at the station downtown late Sunday night. Today, it snowed. A lot. The trees are all icy-white and pretty, and, after a morning visit to my grandmother, I put my pajamas back on and lounged about most of the afternoon and evening reading How To Be Alone, which I am A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-862221212002-12-18T10:42:00.000-05:002002-12-18T10:42:33.510-05:00Don't say I didn't warn you
At Sarah B.'s request, I am posting the link to Text Twist. Don't click on it unless you have an afternoon to waste. Last week, my compulsion to play got so bad that I started seeking out six-letter words on subway advertisements to rearrange in my head while I rode home.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-861891972002-12-17T18:24:00.000-05:002002-12-17T18:58:34.000-05:00One of a kind
Last night I returned home to find a package from Ms. B. awaiting me. Inside this package was a bright red (my favorite!) tee shirt with ironed-on white letters, which spelled out "ironic vintage tee." Also enclosed was a cute little card with a lip print, which I have been assured is the designer's own. I told Sarah that I might sell it on ebay when she writes her book and getsA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-861815622002-12-17T15:22:00.000-05:002002-12-17T15:22:58.966-05:00Exposed
I would give anything to be important enough to have an office with a door I could close whenever I wanted. If people don't stop having loud debates in front of my desk while I try to read and edit, I fear I may press my hands over my ears and shriek like a small child.
And how is your day?A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-858044482002-12-10T17:32:00.000-05:002002-12-10T17:32:38.000-05:00These are my concerns
Liz and I are going to see Les Savy Fav at North Six on December 19. Aren't you jealous? Yeah, go ahead, rush right over to Ticketweb right now and buy your own tickets, so that you can go and stand around waiting, just hoping to catch a glimpse of us in our rockstar glory. Did I say rockstar glory? I meant giddy, infatuated fandom. No, wait, I take that back. I'm A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-855412722002-12-05T10:53:00.000-05:002002-12-05T11:04:47.000-05:00Wide-eyed
This morning, I awoke to find everything brightened. No matter how old I get, the first snow of the season will always make me feel little-kid excited. I only wish I had been awake when the snow began falling. There are few things that I like better than going for a walk by myself before the white blanket on the sidewalks has been marred by anyone else's footprints. There was a A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-851772222002-11-27T15:23:00.000-05:002002-11-27T15:32:38.000-05:00Pre-holiday wrap-up
Before I change my voicemail to the away message and turn on the Outlook out-of-office assistant, thus officially switching into vacation mode, I thought I would wish you all a happy Thanksgiving.
Please think happy thoughts for me while you are scarfing down turkey, because I will be in another scary plane, flying to a place where, apparently, planes have been known to A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-851697232002-11-27T12:29:00.000-05:002002-11-27T12:31:47.000-05:00Tee hee
But, you know, one day, when Harrison Ford is old and wizened and craggy (let's call that day "Thursday"), he'll be able to pull Raiders of the Lost Ark or Star Wars or Witness or even American Graffiti down from the shelf and think, Hey, look what I did.
And George Clooney, when he's old(er) and grey(er), can pull down Three Kings and even Ocean's Eleven and (fingers crossed) A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-850687372002-11-25T14:47:00.000-05:002002-11-25T14:47:16.580-05:00Grounded
I arrived safely back in the city last night. Two tiny plane flights, one of which involved high winds and an icy runway,and I made it through without even hyperventilating, although not without sweaty palms and increased heart rate. Both planes were also without tomato juice, which is my ritual plane drink, and I still didn't panic. Be proud, be very proud.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-849309182002-11-22T12:11:00.000-05:002002-11-22T19:45:00.000-05:00Up in the air
I hate flying. Usually, me getting on a plane involves Valium and deep breathing exercises and soothing music on the headphones. But I'm out of Valium and there's no way to get a prescription today. And yet...I am flying, in a tiny little plane, to Ithaca, New York tomorrow morning. And then flying, in another tiny little plane, from Ithaca back to the city Sunday night. I am A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-847284282002-11-18T17:34:00.000-05:002002-11-18T19:14:42.000-05:00Confessions of dangerous minds: a dialogue
Sarah B.: Can I please come to New York and drink wine and play scrabble with you and Liz? Thanks. That would make my day.
Liz: Tell her I said that's great, as long as she doesn't mind me kicking her Okie ass.
J-O: Oh, please, I'd trounce you both.
Sarah B.: Bring it ON, ladies. The first time I met my college boyfriend's parents, we played ScrabbleA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-845441132002-11-14T16:39:00.000-05:002002-11-15T10:34:55.000-05:00Other people's words
I've been reading The Orchid Thief in preparation for my upcoming viewing of Adaptation. I was skeptical at first. I mean, a book about people obsessed with flowers? Not my usual cup of tea. But it's amazingly well-written, and a lot of it takes place in Collier County, Florida, which just happens to be where my grandparents live. She really nails the strangeness of A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-844363792002-11-12T16:39:00.000-05:002002-11-12T16:40:47.000-05:00Transport me
Please read Yellow Fever on Tomato Nation right now. Not only will you find out about the quality of cab rides and cab drivers in various cities in America, you will be given an insight into my semi-regular experiences with trying to find a cab that will take me home to Brooklyn. And you will laugh long and hard, possibly inappropriately and out loud at your desk during one of theA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-844304752002-11-12T14:25:00.000-05:002002-11-12T14:29:45.000-05:00Ch-ch-changes
First, there are new links in the 'regulars' column at left. Please check them out.
Second, Jeff has been so kind as to offer to host a domain name for me as a birthday present! (My twenty-fifth birthday was November 3. There was going to be my usual reflective turning-of-the-year post, but it just came out sounding depressing, so I nixed it.) Anyway, I am very excited about theA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-843732502002-11-11T13:35:00.000-05:002002-11-11T13:35:48.063-05:00The new plan
As discussed with Liz last night over white wine and Scrabble ( I won, of course, although Liz put up a good fight. Score: 268 to 252), the new plan is to spend all of our time drinking wine, playing board games and plotting ways for us to date the members of Les Savy Fav. If you would like to volunteer your assistance in this noble effort, please do not hesitate to drop me a lineA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-842540232002-11-08T18:39:00.000-05:002002-11-11T14:29:20.000-05:00Instructions
1) Mosey on over here and wish Jeff a happy birthday.
2) Amble on over here and read this excellent piece written by a good friend of mine.
3) Scurry away from your computers and enjoy your Friday night.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-842444452002-11-08T14:41:00.000-05:002002-11-08T14:41:32.003-05:00Dear Mr. President
I encourage you to go read these letters to the president. The one from the eight-grade class is the most amazing, but there are many that are outstanding. If you are inspired, I think you should write a letter yourself. I know you have something to say.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-841329142002-11-06T15:35:00.000-05:002002-11-06T15:40:06.000-05:00Speechless
The Winona Ryder verdict is the top story on CNN right now, just above GOP back "on offense" after historic election. I'll let that speak for itself.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-841296902002-11-06T14:19:00.000-05:002002-11-06T14:34:22.000-05:00She said that she was working for the ABC news
I was working at the Voter News Service headquarters until two this morning. Before you go thinking that this is something noble I was doing for my country and for democracy, I have to confess that I was mostly doing it for the two hundred dollars I had been promised I would be paid for my efforts. (Please note that I am not unpatriotic or A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-840804632002-11-05T16:57:00.000-05:002002-11-05T16:57:30.076-05:00Radio cure
Sometimes I like to spell things out using the radio alphabet.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-837916702002-10-30T17:23:00.000-05:002002-10-31T14:30:34.000-05:00Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I am only going to post sporadically for the next few weeks. Work is crazy. I can barely find time for lunch, let alone posting. So, until I get it together (read: save enough cash) to buy the laptop I've been eyeing for a while now so that I can post from somewhere other than work, you might just have to be patient.
Today, though, you can blame slatch forA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-835184362002-10-25T15:02:00.000-04:002002-11-06T14:31:00.000-05:00You'd all be grand prize winners if I weren't so damn poor
More musical brilliance from the contest, in the order in which they were received.
On Love, John Denver, Sirens and Sex
by This Fish
He fell in love with me the moment he first heard me sing.
Or at least that was the way he told it. I was so aloof back in those days, piously abstaining from drinking and unwittingly setting myself A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-834730722002-10-24T15:09:00.000-04:002002-10-25T15:22:34.000-04:00The waiting is the hardest part
Sorry about that subject heading. I don't know what came over me.
So, the contest. Right. You've all been patiently awaiting the announcement of the winner. And I haven't received too much hate mail, so thank you. See, the thing is last week was the busiest work week ever, and then there was a long weekend trip to San Francisco, and a nasty cold that has A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-831218882002-10-17T11:54:00.000-04:002002-10-23T17:59:51.000-04:00Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
Contest winner to be announced shortly, but I just had to tell you how ecstatic I am about the fact that I am seeing Wilco at Roseland tonight. I am listening to this cd of YHF demos that Sarah was kind enough to leave on my chair this morning, thus persuading me to break my rule about not listening to the band I am going to see on the day of the concertA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-830849782002-10-16T18:38:00.000-04:002002-10-16T18:38:10.440-04:00All Apologies
Workday from hell = no time for contest-judging post. I promise the results will be up tomorrow. I know you are all kind people who are forgiving of such minor transgressions, right?A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-830349712002-10-15T18:33:00.000-04:002002-10-15T18:33:05.066-04:00Patience is a virtue
The winner of Contest #2 will be announced tomorrow, after I spend tonight diligently reading over the submissions I received. A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-829671682002-10-14T11:28:00.000-04:002002-10-14T11:28:48.060-04:00Just call me Merriam-Webster
My favorite thing about this quiz is that it told me I was "practically a human dictionary!" when I got all fifteen right. A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-829654852002-10-14T10:44:00.000-04:002002-10-14T10:44:34.760-04:00Extension
The deadline for contest #2, wherein you tell me a wonderful little music-related story from you very own life, is being extended until tomorrow at five. As of this very moment, I have received one entry. (Thank you, Fish.) One! A sad showing indeed. There was some grumbling about it being Columbus Day, there was some grumbling about procrastination. Fine, you win, take today offA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-828555012002-10-11T15:52:00.000-04:002002-10-11T16:07:06.000-04:00Purr, I didn't know you could get down like that?
You must click on this link immediately. It has provided my office with endless amusement on this rainy Friday afternoon.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-828538772002-10-11T15:11:00.000-04:002002-10-11T15:23:32.000-04:00On the beat
Another busy day, more music-related tidbits. Some of these are top secret, but I know I can trust you.
Contrary to what Liz may have told you, I am not giving preference to contest entries featuring the Dave Matthews Band. She doesn't have an About Me page, so I'll give you a two-word description: Compulsive Liar. She's been trying a whole bunch of medications, but so far none A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-828096092002-10-10T17:23:00.000-04:002002-10-11T15:22:41.000-04:00Contest #2
So the previous entry gave me another contest idea. I'm sure you all have musical memories of your own. Tell me about one of your favorites. Write me a short piece about an actual event in your life that has some sort of song attached to it. Vague enough for you?
The only rules are that it has to be a true story (not that I'll probably know, I'll just have to trust you), that it A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-828078092002-10-10T16:42:00.000-04:002002-10-11T13:29:54.000-04:00I like lists
Apologies for the rapid decline in theme week material. I have been hit with a sudden deluge of work that requires me being away from my desk on research errands that don't allow for the crafting of quality blog posts. I also have to leave work early today in order to attend a reading, so I have to keep this brief. I have this insane memory for details and music only sharpens it.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-826996202002-10-08T14:39:00.000-04:002002-10-09T10:23:54.000-04:00Breaking news
So, the results are in, the dream lyrics have been counted. The winner, with thirty-four lyrics, is none other than the (newly-redheaded) Cate! Congratulations, missy, I will be contacting you via email shortly to get your address so that you can receive your prize. Promise you'll share nice with Conor?
I am also awarding an honorable mention prize to Bryan. While he did not A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-826467562002-10-07T14:13:00.000-04:002002-10-07T17:37:01.000-04:00You are a winner
Here's your chance to prove it.
During my last vacation, a group of us became obsessed with a board game called Encore, which gives you a word and then asks you to go head-to-head singing lyrics containing said word. Last team to come up with a song wins. While I would love to have the pleasure of hearing your own off-key renditions of your favorite songs, I don't want to A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-826461262002-10-07T13:57:00.000-04:002002-10-07T17:44:30.000-04:001984
For my seventh birthday I received a General Electric cassette player. It was not a boom box. It was not a bright color. It was absolutely no-frills. It was a simple, utilitarian model not unlike those on which we listened to informational materials at school. It had an orange button in the middle of the black play button that had to be depressed in order to record. I loved it A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-826455832002-10-07T13:44:00.000-04:002002-10-07T13:56:43.000-04:00Trumpet flourishes and drum rolls, please
Jackie-O announces the first ever normalcy theme week! The theme will be my musical history. There will be theme-related contests and prizes. You will be invited to participate. Your participation will determine the fate of events such as this in the future. We here at normalcy want to hear from you out in cyberspace. Are you excited? You should A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-825220002002-10-04T12:42:00.000-04:002002-10-04T12:44:17.000-04:00Reeling in the years
Today is Liz's birthday, so I instruct you to send her e-cards or go dance in front of her cubicle (depending upon your proximity) at your earliest convenience. This is not a request, it is an order. Do it now.
(Hint: If you're trying to decide what music should accompany your e-card, Liz really really loves the Dave Matthews Band. Like total.)
(And in case you're A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-825194822002-10-04T11:39:00.000-04:002002-10-07T17:37:13.000-04:00"We are right now a culture not interested in having a memory," she said, "because if you have a memory you also have to take responsibility."A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-824254692002-10-02T13:48:00.000-04:002002-10-03T13:06:45.000-04:00I prefer blondes (with the "e")?
So, the other evening, whilst Sarah N. and I were taking the scenic route to the F train, we passed one of the many LCD signs that reports news bites to those strolling through midtown. (By the way, I maintain that these signs are a traffic hazard, as I have wandered out in front of a car more than once because I was watching the letters instead of the traffic A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-824182482002-10-02T10:59:00.000-04:002002-10-02T11:40:28.000-04:00I love NPR
This morning, in addition to giving me the latest news about the proposed weapons inspection in Iraq, they also told me about this investor in Oregon who takes market advice from his chickens. A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-823745792002-10-01T13:58:00.000-04:002002-10-01T18:12:40.000-04:00When we came here today, all I wanted to say...
So the thing is, I'm tired and sad. These two conditions do not usually make for the best of posts, but I'm trying here, people. Bear with me, this might take a while.
I've been having trouble sleeping. It's in part that we're at a seasonal turning point and I am embroiled in a heated conflict with the comforter about whether or not I really A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-823328532002-09-30T18:04:00.000-04:002002-09-30T18:22:34.000-04:00The best laid plans
I had such good intentions, such hopes and aspirations. I had an idea for a theme week here on normalcy that would have knocked your socks off. But then I came in to the office. Now there's work coming out of my ears and it looks like it may be a sparse week for posts from old J-O. Theme week next week, I promise. I offer this excerpt (slightly edited) from an email I A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-821059472002-09-25T14:42:00.000-04:002002-09-26T16:09:10.000-04:00I know this little girl from Lancaster who just started a blog. You should check it out.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-820607532002-09-24T17:00:00.000-04:002002-09-25T14:10:49.000-04:00More info about my eating habits that you really don't need to know
I just ate a brownie supposedly made with coffee beans that have been plucked from Indonesian monkey poop, and I liked it. Please refrain from commenting upon what this says about me.
[Editor's note: It's all true.]A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-820141102002-09-23T18:27:00.000-04:002002-09-23T18:28:34.000-04:00I need a salt lick
I'm serious, if I just had a big cube of salt sitting on my desk, I am convinced I would be happier and more productive.
Here's a semi-related lesson: If you make microwave popcorn at 5:30 on a Monday afternoon, you will suddenly be the most popular girl in the office. You will also deny yourself the pleasure of shoveling every last kernel of salty goodness into your own A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-818853962002-09-20T15:58:00.000-04:002002-09-20T15:58:38.533-04:00Spreading joy to the masses
Last night I went to an event called Reading It, at which a group of writers read from their (presumably) funny work. The highlight of the evening was most certainly Sarah Vowell. She's smart and funny. I am going to buy her latest book. You should, too. Trust me on this one. I only want you to be happy.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-818388332002-09-19T17:01:00.000-04:002002-09-19T17:27:22.000-04:00
Kapow!A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-817762882002-09-18T11:45:00.000-04:002002-09-20T17:57:18.000-04:00They both have 8 in the title
Please pardon yesterday's weirdo post. I was, as mentioned, exhausted. When overtired, I am prone to nonsensical rambling (I am also prone to crankiness and emotional outbursts, but that's beside the point). Just to update you, I did not watch 8 1/2. No, instead I turned on the television and watched the first thing that came on, which just happened to be 8 A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-817419372002-09-17T18:08:00.000-04:002002-09-20T17:53:40.000-04:00You'll be in the air
I've officially hit that stage of exhaustion where everything feels surreal. I'm thinking maybe last night was something I dreamt up. What real person takes a broken, bright-blue handcart with a label reading SMART WAY from a neighbor's curbside trash heap at 2 am and hunches over it at an awkward angle as he uses it to push a box of his belongings and a bottle of A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-816880052002-09-16T16:35:00.000-04:002002-09-16T18:22:22.000-04:00Recipe for perfect vacation:
1 penthouse condo in beachfront building
6 days of sunshine
1 Lee to sing songs and play arcade games with
6 other friends to play Encore, Scattergories, Trivial Pursuit, and Boggle with
2 meals consisting of Grotto Pizza and Thrasher's boardwalk fries with apple cider vinegar
2 birthday dinners
1 sexy dress
2 cute bikinis
4 swimming lessons
1 up-all-night reminiscingA.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-815678392002-09-13T16:24:00.000-04:002002-09-13T16:25:27.000-04:00hello. this is liz.
I too miss jackie-o. a few nights ago I turned on the tv as parker posey was delivering the line from "the house of yes" that j-o has used as the title of her site. it was eerie. well, not really, but it did make me think, hey jackie o, come on home now, hear?
thankfully, we don't have long to wait. normalcy will return to... normalcy. all will be well.
sorry. enoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-815229702002-09-12T17:16:00.000-04:002002-09-12T17:18:13.000-04:00Hello, all.
I fear Jackie-O will be most disappointed that I haven't posted anything substantial here in her absence after I volunteered before even being asked to do so... but I'm positive that she (and you, dear reader) will understand that I've been a little more introspective than the norm this week, and not often being in such a state, I elected to save the quality content for my own site sarahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-815157882002-09-12T14:16:00.000-04:002002-09-12T14:16:54.000-04:00Hi. Do you ever sometimes get the urge to tape the same song over and over again on a cassette instead of just listening to it via the cd on loop, just because you just like that audio tape sound? Okay. Just wondering.
One of my favorite procrastinatory tendencies is music-related. I like to tell myself that after a certain song, or a certain short grouping of songs, I will tackle a certain Amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-814093772002-09-10T12:10:00.000-04:002002-09-10T12:11:51.000-04:00Work
I just returned from a creative meeting where people said things like "chocolate chicken," in reference to a disgusting grocery store myth, and "branch all the way up his ass," in reference to a man on TV who evidently had an unfortunate run-in with a tree. This just reminds me once again that I am not on the beach with Jackie-O.
--Sarah B.Sarah Brownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-812540002002-09-06T18:04:00.000-04:002002-09-06T18:04:13.680-04:00My apologies for the sparse posting lately. I've been both busy and preoccupied. I'll be better when I return from my week at the beach!!! That's right, I leave bright and early tomorrow morning for a week of sun, surf, Scrabble, and perhaps a little drinkin'. There will probably be a few guest post-ers dropping in to keep you entertained, so I better not see my traffic dropping off.
Have A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-811568982002-09-04T17:19:00.000-04:002002-09-04T17:45:34.000-04:00Train song
I would like to sing the praises of the New York City subway system. No, that's not quite right. I would like to sing the praises of riding the subway alone. No, that's not exactly it, either. Let me see if I can explain.
I get in this mood every once in a while. I can't stand to be alone a minute longer, but I don't want to talk to anyone. Or I can't stand to be in my A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-809313402002-08-30T16:29:00.000-04:002002-08-30T16:29:15.710-04:00An amazing limited-time offer
If you come over to my desk in the next fifteen minutes with a boom box held over your head and "Bang the Drum" blasting from the speakers, I swear to God I'll marry you straightaway. I mean it. I need to hear that song. Now.A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891098.post-809311632002-08-30T16:24:00.000-04:002002-08-30T16:24:02.050-04:00Amy did not forget to take pictures. Go check them out. A.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214noreply@blogger.com