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| Monday, September 13th, 2004 | | 3:12 pm |
| | Friday, September 10th, 2004 | | 2:54 pm |
an email to combat my hangover
from liz: i just saw a sujan in training! this super cute little asian girl was being held by her mom and the girl was watching a gaggle of three little dogs with their respective owners. and then the owners walk away and the mom says, "oh look now they are leaving" and the little girl shrieks out and starts crying inconsolably. sad! *editors note (little sujan had a huge lumpy head and korean ladies and gentlemen were not nice about it!) | | Thursday, September 9th, 2004 | | 4:44 pm |
| | 2:47 pm |
barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
dr. abby just emailed me to ask if i was planning to get tickets for the upcoming r.e.m. tour. i wasn't really, but 95% of the r.e.m. shows i've attended have been with abby and since she is always busy saving lives and stitching people up, it will be nice to have plans. but at $75 a ticket, do i really want to go and be disappointed at all the new songs and that they've been playing the same older songs for the past decade? i don't need to hear it's the end of the world as we know it ever again. same for losing my religion. just drop them from the set. the band goes through the motions during these songs anyway. stipe recited the same stage banter at last year's show (or was it this past year, i can't remember) that he did in 1994! last night i downloaded an "album sampler" from the upcoming r.e.m release and was really disappointed by it. it really depressed me too, because i could always count on the new r.e.m. release to get me really excited about music. this is a band that changed the way i listened to and experience music. this is a band that led me to discover mission of burma, wire and the velvet underground. maybe it's because those bands quit while they were ahead that they remain relevant and exciting even now. for the sampler the band strung together 30 second snippets to form 1 3 minutes song and offered it a a free download via itunes. it was once again the same mid-tempo ballads that have been dominating their last 3 or 4 albums. people may lambaste monster, but at least it rocked out. up, reveal and now...uh, i don't even know the name of the new one...around the sun is it? well, they all follow the same pattern which results in a mediocre record that gives no hint at the genius the band was once capable of. stipe delivers lyrics in what's unfortunately become his defacto voice of late - sorta poetry slam, sorta sing-songy, sorta coffeehouse reading. it's boring and carries no emotional weight. he's stated in interviews that his lyrics have only gotten stronger. i couldn't disagree more. take for example "I'll Take the Rain" from Reveal. The rain came down on me. The wind blew strong The summer's song Fades to memory this is poetry 101 bullshit that i'd expect from some top 40 joker, not a man who gave us: They crowded up to Lenin with their noses worn off A handshake is worthy if it's all that you've got Metal shoes on wood push through our back There's a splinter in your eye and it reads "react" the irony is that i'll probably get tickets, just on the off chance i'll get to hear my favorite r.e.m. song, which the band performs infrequently (and usually in Europe, at that). i guess it's hard to shake old habits, especially ones that dominated your life for such a long time. | | Wednesday, September 8th, 2004 | | 11:10 pm |
slick shoes
i didn't make it to work this morning, not for a lack of trying. it took approximately 45 minutes to go 3 stops, then the f decided to become a g. i took the g one stop to hoyt-schermerhorn, where it felt like a pressure cooker. i decided my need for fresh air trumped the need to go to work. i checked my voicemail outside and there was a message from christy on my phone. she hadn't made it to work and neither had any of the other f liners. what would i do without new york 1? i had no idea there was flooding this morning until i turned on the television to get a weather report. i saw new yorkers walking around in garbage bags, others knee deep in rain water. there was barely any trace of rain when i looked out the window. it could have been morning dew, for all i know. so spent the entire day at home. i had an egg sandwich and coffee. i swiffered a bit, checked work emails then tried to take a nap. i did some freelance web work. i cleared the DVR of the food shows that makes steam come out of dan's ears. "hurry up and watch your dumb cooking show" he likes to bellow. hmm, is that all i did today? no wait, i made a baked ziti for dinner for me and the mr. and my eyes are still burning from cutting up that onion nearly 6 hours earlier. i washed the dishes even though that's dan's job. i just don't like all the dishes to pile up. i'll tell you what i didn't do and that's listen to music. shame on me. oh wait, i did something else too, i read a new book called "unlikely" by jeffrey brown. well i guess it's technically a comic book, but it's 250 or so pages, perfect bound. i read it all today because like dan clowes notes on the front flap, you just can't put it down. i've been hooked on his work since first reading it in the most recent mcsweeneys. oh speaking of mcsweeneys, i finally got around to submitting a list for the website and it's been accepted. look for it sometime in the near future, even though it's kinda silly and you may not think it's funny. i thought the idea was a tad clever when it first came up. a few minutes ago, i downloaded the new r.e.m. album sampler. it's a three minute track that's comprised of 30 second snippets from a selection of song off their upcoming album. listening to it depressed me. more on that later. the mets lost again. | | Sunday, September 5th, 2004 | | 9:35 pm |
my birthday is actually not until tomorrow
good lord, did we really spent five and a half hours at the gowanus yacht club this afternoon? (the question mark key is sticking.) and those five and a half hours happened after brunch, which included some bloody marys and bubbly stuff for a few of us. and we also left some folks at the bar who were unable to stop ordering pitchers of duff. around 8:30, i decided i needed to leave so i left, and i hope it was ok to leave my birthday drinks early. my stomach said i needed to leave early. i ate too many tubed meats today. chicken sausages, hot dog, a bit of a spicy dog and a bit of kielbasa. dan and i are listening to dj audible on radio free brattleboro. when we tuned in, a live version of built to spill's "the plan" was just finishing up. built to spill was playing when we tuned in last week too! what a perfect radio. now, i wouldn't want a radio station that played built to spill all day long, but wouldn't it be lovely if every time you turned it on, it started with a built to spill song? i think it would be lovely. so even though it is not my birthday yet, i did receive some presents. i'll admit, i love receiving presents, but mind you, i also love giving presents too, so i think that's a good trade off. there was a dog theme in many of the presents and cards. see, i'm easy to buy gifts for! dan gave me a couple of presents already too because while i think i am patient when someone tells me they have a present for me, my patience vaporizes. anyway, the early presents were steinbeck's travels with charley, which i've been wanting to read for a while because charley is a dog; quimby mouse by the inimitable chris ware; pee wee's big adventure on dvd! pee wee has a dog in his movie come to think of it. speck is his name if i remember. and i still have more presents coming! whoo! i also bought some presents for myself from giant robot. a couple jeffrey brown comic books and some Ryohei Yanagihara figures. my goodness is this the most self-indulgent post i've ever written? maybe i'm feeling grumpy because while tomorrow is really my birthday, i'm getting trumped by pops, who turns the big 60 on tuesday and is getting feted one day before. if anyone's going to trump me, i'll have it be james. happy birthday to james! i thought not drinking for the last hour or so at GYC would sober me up, but i think i still might be drunk. i burned my finger making dinner. oh happy birthday also to amy elainey who turned 21 on the 3rd, and matt army who had a birthday yesterday and hanson who is celebrating his birthday in disney world today! i hope you didn't get blown away into the florida keys! i just got trumped again! dan cancelled my dvring of degrassi -the next generation cause we're also dvring the surreal life and he wants to watch beisbol. i was upset for 3 seconds, but then i got over it. now i'm definitely over it because we found another showing of the episode at a more convenient (read: not sunday) time. thanks to all for the fun day. | | Tuesday, August 31st, 2004 | | 4:19 pm |
coolpix
while i'm logged into LJ, allow me to give a little hey-ho to my favorite almost 21 year old. she went and got herself a fotolog, just like big brother. only one photo a day from little amy though. | | 4:12 pm |
speaking of gaffneys
while we're on the topic of gaffneys, check out View From Baxter, photos by nick gaffney. nick and i went to school together, where we both worked at the top of a building on washington square south dilligently assembling the arts and entertainment weekly. i hadn't seen him in years, but lo and behold through the magic of that website (give you a hint, starts with F, ends with ster)... the self-portraits are especially worth your time. | | Monday, August 30th, 2004 | | 11:03 am |
decide yourself if radio's gonna stay...
last night saw the debut of DJ Audible on radio free brattleboro. dan and i tuned in via the interweb. isn't it lovely that even though we live hundreds of miles away and probably couldn't even get the station if we lived in town that we can still listen thanks to the technology? DJ Audible is none other than Paquette the Younger. he dedicated a bunch of songs to us, the first of which was built to spill's "big dipper" - perhaps one of my most favorite songs ever. i got very excited when i heard the first couple notes and may have let out a "whoo" or two. DJ Audible will be returning next sunday, but in a better time slot! tune in at RFB.FM on September 5 between 9-11PM. call in and make a request for your honey! | | Thursday, August 26th, 2004 | | 12:15 pm |
we’re finally here and shit yeah it’s cool
we’re finally here and shit yeah it’s cool
i discovered starbucksgossip via obscure store and this thread about tipping has me hooked. during high school i worked at baskin-robbins. i was an excellent scooper and received a tip twice. once i refused it because i was under the impression we weren't allowed to accept tips. i received $5.05 an hour and was such a wonderful worker that a year later i got a $.15 raise. the tipping process in america has become a joke. at sit-down restaurants i shell out 15% like a robot, even when the service is overtly terrible. why is it required to tip generously when someone does what their job entails, when most people don't penalize waiters when they don't perform their duties. if i tip someone 20% + for doing a really great job, i should be able to tip someone a quarter with no pang of guilt for absolutely shitty service. also last thursday's guided by voices show at the pier was so deliciously awesome. i hadn't seen the band in years - this was quite possibly the first time i had seen them in the oughts. bob was sporting plaid golf pants that miraculously did not split when he lunged into the air to perform one of his patented kicks. afterwards was gbv karaoke and bart, kip and i did a high-energy (probably very off-key) version of echos myron. i thought i was going to barf. i am addicted to animal planet's animal precinct. they've been airing the new york episodes this week, which means when i should be going to sleep, i'm rooting on special agents Sandano, Gankiewicz and "H" as they apprehend good for nothin' animal abusers. in one of the episodes the agents drove by Keur N' Deye in the old neighborhood and i got really excited. | | Monday, August 23rd, 2004 | | 12:28 pm |
notes from the bachelorette pad
well the listmaker gets back from his week long baseball trip tonight. i'm sure you are all asking yourselves, as my brother so eloquently put it, "what the hell is he doing going on a trip only three weeks after you get married?" i would like to think i have an adequate answer to that, but all i have to offer is a quote from deion sanders that the huzz likes to give as his defacto response to such a question. to mis-paraphrase the great born-again two sport star, "baseball is my mistress." it's something i'll just have to live with. then againk, i hope he realizes that the clooney could possibly become my sugar daddy. the apartment has remained a disaster area in his absense. i did however venture to the new target in the atlantic terminal and wound up spending $100! i don't know how i did it and i didn't even have a cart! i was carrying a basket! i'm realizing this afternoon that my arms are very sore. i love the new target. even though many of the items i wanted were out of stock, i thought i got some great deals. honey bunches of oats for $1.75! a dishrack and drainboard for $10! the dishrack is perfect because it's just the right size. our counter space is non-existent so i originally bought this tiny metal one that held 2 plates and a cup. that did not go over too well. this new one doesn't overwhelm the kitchen, yet it seems like it can hold just the right amount of dishes. yay for target! in olympics news, how pissed am i that South Korea, ONCE AGAIN, gets dicked over by dumbass judges? who are these people? how many times does this have to happen to one country. this time, the judges fucked up the starting level of Yang Tae-Young's parallel bar routine and screwed him out the gold medal he deserved. can you imagine if this happened to an american gymnast - the uproar it would have caused. now i'm charmed by the aw-shucks paul hamm, but his father needs to shut up. he's quoted as saying, "refs make mistakes all the time." however, this time it wasn't a judgement call, as a ref would make. this was a judge making a clear error. it's like awarding 2 points for a goal in soccer or 5 runs for a grand slam in baseball. there's nothing to interpret MR. HAMM!!! it's clear cut. your son should not have won the gold medal! there's word that the USOC may offer Yang a second gold but paul hamm, surprise, surprise is opposed to this! he doesn't think there should be two golds awarded! is he for real? well to solve that situation, why don't you just give up your gold that you really didn't win! how about that solution! us gymnastics hanger onners are all opposed to this too. check out his bullshit, "at the end of the day, there's always somebody who's unhappy with their score." of course the koreans are unhappy, because it's the wrong score! i hope you fall on your head, hamm! selena roberts piece in yesterday's sports section hit the nail on the head: "The South Koreans have a problem: They don't speak English." ok, now i'm too worked up. i think i had some other stuff to type but now i can't remember. | | Tuesday, August 17th, 2004 | | 4:43 pm |
i'm lovin' it
who's watching the olympics? i am! and i have a couple things to say about it. 1. ian thorpe, you're really not that great. and you are certainly not as hot as you think. let's drop the attitude and frosted hair, ok? 2. bob costas and katie couric, shaddup! jeez, you guys act like we want to hear your snarkiness. and when you're not snarky, you two are just ingratiating yourselfs with other spotlight mongers. 3. four years ago at the sydney games, morgan hamm should not have made the men's gymnastics team. i watched the qualifying event and there were other gymnasts who were better. they put him on the team to be with his brother because they had never not been on a team together or something like that. this pissed me off. morgan has certainly held his own during this year's team competition. and i'm so glad they both got stylists or whatever to get rid of those middle part haircuts. 4. anyone else think they've seen way more beach volleyball than they could have possibly imagined? don't get me wrong, sometime in the late 80s, i think it was, i loved watching karch kiraly and sinjin smith on NBC weekends. but really, enough! 5. and enough from you Elfi Schelgel and Tim Daggett, shut up! 6. how great was it to see the US basketball team get thumped by the PR? 7. i am such a sucker for montages. i think that's all i've got for now. it's only day 4 though. | | Tuesday, August 10th, 2004 | | 11:53 am |
so, does stuff like this happen to everyone else?
on my walk home from the gym last night, i got a call from dan. he was at the bus stop waiting for the B63 to take him to buttermilk for another installment of dr. fact's trivia night. i was a block away when he called so we met up and i waited with him for the bus to arrive. a group of neighborhood juvies walked by and two of them strayed from their pack and came over to me. one of them said to me, "i love your outfit, where did you get it. i have to put you in my next commercial." i responded with, "there's nothing to love really, it's my gym outfit." i was wearing cutoffs and a work t-shirt. then i added, "i like your outfit too." he was wearing an oversized burnt ochre t-shirt, baggy jeans with intentionally sewed on burnt ochre patches and tan timberlands. he was a vision in burnt ochre. his friend began making cecil b. demille camera frame hand gestures. burnt ochre boy asked me again where i got my outfit and i told him k-mart. i mean, it would have been too difficult to really explain that i got the shirt from work, even though it's technically not my company and that my pants i got at the mall and i changed them into shorts. blah blah. and then this morning on the subway ride to work i had another strange encounter. i was sitting in the middle seat of a three-seat bench. the straphangers flanking me got off at jay street, leaving me an island, but before i could move over to an end seat, two people sat down on either side of me. on my right was a rather large man, with long hair. he reminded me of a mixture of various kids i went to high school with. he was sort of metal, sort of grunge, sort of dungeons and dragons, sort of DOS freak. anyway, as i said, he was rather large and of course had to sit with his legs wide open, so wide that it was impossible for me to sit there like the dainty lady that i am with my legs closed and not touch him. i don't like touching people on the subway. it drives me crazy. he was so large that his left shoulder totally pushed my right shoulder out of its rightful space. i was very close to losing it when he then falls alseep and starts leaning and falling to his left, towards me. oh lordy, how did i get into this mess. i kind of jabbed him and he woke up and told me he had worked all night, like i would care! and then he noticed the page in the book i am reading was a small reproduction of the Bakerloo tube stop so then he asked if i was going to London and i said no, it's just an illustration in the book i'm reading. i thought i was making it perfectly clear that i was not interested in talking to him and having him lean on me was quite enough. as the train pulled out of the 2nd avenue stop, i marked my page in the book and prepared to disembark. he turns to me and says, "i'm getting off at the next stop if i'm bothering you." i told him not to worry as i was getting off too. what the hell? stop talking to me. | | Monday, August 9th, 2004 | | 1:10 pm |
| | Friday, August 6th, 2004 | | 7:34 pm |
dude, where's my bag
dan's bag was delivered early this afternoon. i am STILL AT WORK ON A FRIDAY waiting for my bag that was supposed to be delivered at the latest 7PM. i hate british airways. i hate them so. | | 1:25 pm |
cz-cz-czech it out
An hour-by-hour recount of my life starting 3PM Tuesday, August 3 through 7PM Wednesday, August 4. 3PM - Arrive in London Heathrow from Prague 4PM - Our flight from Heathrow to JFK is scheduled to leave. We are no where close to boarding due to mechanical failure. We are told another plane has been hit by lightning and for our safety we will not be boarding at this moment. 5PM - The mechanics have yet to fix the a/c on the plane so we wait. The Gate 23 area is not only a fucking schvitz, but also a nearly 10 minute walk to the general gate area. The drinks/snacks machines only take pounds. I have Czech crowns and Euros jangling in my pocket. I am dying of thirst. My husband (ha ha, still have to get used to the sound of that) sits against the corridor in a daze. 6PM - Dying of thirst, I run as fast as I can to the main terminal area. I stop at the first place I see that carries water, Pret-A-Manger. I grab two bottles, a sandwich and two bags of chips. This would prove to be a prescient move on my part. 7PM - Somehow they have boarded us on the plane though the a/c is still not working. The head flight attendant "sincerely apologizes" for our discomfort, something he would go on to do several more times before our ordeal is over. Everyone is sweating. It's pouring outside. A fellow passenger breaks into a cabinet where snacks are stashed. Mini bags of sea salt and malt vinegar flavoured pretzel nuggets are passed out. I grab many bags as well as some ice to rub across my forehead. 8PM - We are told for our safety, we will have to disembark the plane, but that the flight has not been canceled. Dan turns to me and says there's no way we are leaving tonight. 9PM - Supposedly there are meal vouchers, so we go on a quest to search them out. 10PM - Dan turns out to be correct and our flight has finally been canceled. But that message comes not even five minutes after they told us we were ready to reboard. There has been little to no information passed along byt the BA staff. There are tons of incredibly obnoxious, rude, self-important people and I want to bitch-slap each and every one. 11PM - We find out we'll be put up at a hotel for the night. We wait in the customs line to get out of the godforsaken airport. Though the EU passport holders line is significantly shorter, various Euro visa holders are plucked out of our snaking line to jump ahead. People are not paying attention so when "NEXT" is called the reaction time is incredibly slow and not up to my standards. 12AM - We're sitting on bus waiting to depart to our hotel in Marble Arch. Yes, the lovelies are BA are teasing us with a trip to the city, where we will arrive when everything is closed and before anything opens. Bastards. 1AM - Our bus, one of the last ones to leave, drives to the wrong hotel. When we finally arrive, I notice they have Caffrey's on tap at the hotel bar. The bar has just closed. I can't remember the last time I had a Caffrey's. 2AM - Dan and I head to bed, in the last room that was available in the hotel. There were more than 20 other folks on line behind us. The only reason we even get the room is that the man in front of us was traveling with a male friend and the available room only had a king bed and he did not want to share. Various people cut the line, including old man in hat and chronic cutting man with leather carry-on. 3AM - Sleeping 4AM - Dreaming of Korean food 5AM - Sleeping 6AM - Sleeping while my husband showers. He's so good to always gets ready first, so I can get just that much more sleep. 7AM - On a bus back to Heathrow for our 11AM flight, which has already been changed to 1PM. 8AM - Picking up our meal vouchers, worth 4 pounds each. We share a traditional English breakfast at Weatherspoons pub. The breakfast of rashers, sausage, toast, fried egg, beans and mushrooms is quite tasty. The lattes are not. 9AM - It gets blurry around this time. I may have been trolling the terminal in search of a phone card. 10AM - Probably sprawled across 3 or 4 airport chairs, asleep. 11AM - Asleep on the same chairs. 12PM - Dan and I share a pretzel at the ATM coffee kiosk. 1PM - Our flight is schedule to leave, but we know we're not going anywhere. The crowd around the check-in counter swells. We are blatantly lied to by BA, who tells us our plane has been struck by lightning? Two in less than 24 hours? I don't think so. 2PM - The airport swat team is called in because BA claims we're being unruly (so not even close to true). For 300 people who've been dicked around for the past 24 hours, we were all rather calm. We expect horrible news, but in fact, they are there to accompany the BA employees as they let us know our flight is ready for boarding! 3PM - It's the same crew, so the head attendant once again "sincerely apologize(s)" for everything. Oh my gosh, we're in the air! Get me a bloody mary, dammit! 4PM - Dan and I opt for the chicken with pasta dining option. Ok, now this is when things get blurry because of the time changes. Five more hours pass. Dan and I try to watch Shrek 2 on the in-flight entertainment system. I think he drops out first and flips to The Day After Tomorrow. I follow shortly after and watch Mean Girls, which was just as good the second time around. 4PM - With the time change, it's still 4PM when we land! 5PM - Customs stamp us back into the United States. We then head to the baggage claim. Dozens of bags go unclaimed on the luggage carousel. The fellow members of the flight wonder along with us where our bangs might be. 6PM - Our bags are officially lost in London somewhere. 7PM - Though our stupid cabbie missed the BQE exit, we make it home in one piece. Word of advice, don't take yellow cabs to and from JFK. Our fare was $50 including tip. Outrageous. | | Wednesday, August 4th, 2004 | | 8:03 pm |
oh, i've been to prague
the last 30+ hours of my life have been filled with much rage towards: British Airways; rude people who don't understand the concept of waiting one's turn; rude people who don't think lines apply to them; airport internet kiosk keyboards; and now time warner cable and the MSG network. oh and the post office can shove it for not holding our mail and messing up the delivery of our marriage license. and whoever stole today's newspaper from our stoop can bite it too. FUCK YOU ALL! i come back into this country to find out bob murphy has passed away and can't watch tonight's games? we subscribe to the extra innings package and still can't get the game. wtf? oh, prague was lovely, thank you. | | Monday, July 19th, 2004 | | 1:20 pm |
pre-wedding bitch fest
i have a cold sore underneath my nose which kind of looks like a red-hued hitler 'stache. not good. i have a large red zit above my right eyebrow. not to sound vain, but i never get zits. somehow the gods of adolescence spared me from acne (perhaps to offset the amount of angst they gave me?) but i'm pulling a rudolph right now. i've been having a reoccurring migraine headache. i had to sleep on the couch last night with the a/c air. it was pounding like a kodo drummer. it's been coming back in waves today, not as severely, thank goodness. i hope saturday goes well. i'm losing a lot of sleep over this. oh, and how full of suck was last night's Six Feet Under episode? p.s. the subject line is an unintentional obtuse nod to postpolvesnoozefest. | | Thursday, July 15th, 2004 | | 12:13 pm |
last date
only nine more days to go and soooo much to do. i burned about 100 cds for the wedding favors yesterday and still need to run off about 50 more. can someone tell me why my cd-rs are always read as dvds on the emac at home? it's so annoying. i have to hit cancel and then hit burn disc again. there's a fancy mechanical jammy at work on which i managed to to about 75 of the cds, but the rest were done one at a time. it took all day. on top of all the wedding nonsense, i'm in the process of getting our work website redesigned and it has been a headache so far. i've run out of things to say. or i think i'm just too tired to type any longer. (any more? further?) | | Friday, July 9th, 2004 | | 2:46 pm |
uni-tard
on my walk to the subway this morning, i passed a man on a unicyle. he was rolling along on 4th avenue without a helmet. now, before you call me a ninny, 4th avenue is a pretty busy street. there are 3 lanes going each way and it's definitely not a residential stretch of land either. anyway, this guy passed me by and gave me a smug "yeah, that's right, i'm on a unicycle" look. i didn't know whether to laugh or cry or yell in anger, "yeah and you're a dork!" that's my bit for today. it's not that exciting, but i was so excited with the pun i came up for the subject line that i needed to share it. |
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