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I
finally read The
Lovely Bones this weekend. What took me so long? I don't know.
I guess I was waiting for someone to break down and give me a free
copy. (Thanks Kim) It's a dead girl's coming of age story - obviously
there's some suspension of disbelief involved in this one. I started
crying at like page ten - oh so sad! The ending was a little too
neat, but I was kinda routing for the happy fairy-tale finish anyway.
Read it.
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I thought Jake Gyllenhaal was hot but this profile makes me wanna gag. Trucker hats? Swedish meatballs eaten with a toothpick? Uh-uh.
Margaret Cho's got a blog.
Jersey sent me this photo today...Sidney helping Jim pack up our place in Boston. So sweet, dontcha think?
September 26, 2003
September 25, 2003
Trudie Brady -The Wee Baba.
Long days of doing nothing punctuated by taking naps has become my reality. I don't start my new job until next Wednesday so this lifestyle will definitely be continuing. But all is not lost - I have time to waste on the internet. Feel free to enjoy the bounty of this net surfing.
Nerve's unsexy list. Oh, I dare you not to f ind yourself somewhere on here.
This article educates us on the effects of alcohol once the buzz has warn off. Enlightening? Yes. Will it help you out of your next hangover? Nope. It seems the advice stays the same. Food , water, caffeine, aspirin and a proton pump inhibitor for the gastritis. Same old , same old.
Nobody told me about the change up over at Jujyfruits. I bought a box the other day and realized that the green are no longer that icky mint flavor, but are now the more pedestrian lime. I did not realize this in time to save the greens from the trash however. I also have a sneaking suspicion that the gummi formula itself has changed as there seemed to be less of a stick-to-your-dental-work feel to them.
As someone who has done their share of commuting between Boston and New York I can tell you the trip is just one big pain in the ass. Amtrak, The China Town Bus, Greyhound, flying from JFK to Logan...They all suck. So I'm somewhat intrigued by this new option.
Best of NYC living. Also the Best of Eats and Drinks. I must concur with their choice of The Pencil Factory as best Greenpoint Bar. I also heartily agree with Best Bi Bim Bap at Miyako. My last bi bim bap experience was at Red Chilli in Cambridge and it almost turned me against what had once been one of my favorite dishes. Then at Miyako the other night I had some of Anne's and fell back in love with The Bap all over again.
Parker Posey and Ryan Adams hookup.
The
Mark
Ryden show is running through October 18th. Wanna
go?
September 21, 2003
AAAhhhh...lovely pituresque Williamsburg...How pissed do you have to be at your landlord to take the time to paint this on the side of your building?
Dog Parade at McCarren Park. (click on the flyer - see the doggies)
Quit my job last Tuesday. I can't describe how liberating and frightening that was all at once. I just up and walked out like Sally Field in Norma Rae, with me playing the noble exploited underdog that rebels against the status quo. Ok, I admit it was not that dramatic... Or not dramatic at all. In reality they didn't realize that I quit until I called two days later. My ex-coworkers, in trying to explain my absense to themselves and my boss thought I must have went on a doctor's appointment that afternoon. And when I didn't come back they assumed I had bad news from the doctor. Then when I finally call the office to explain that I had indeed left their employ, they were like "why don't you just come back?" Bizarre. The good news is that I got a new job. (I had been interviewing with another company because I hated my job, duh) But there were two days there where I was completely unemployed. So I drank. Not for two days straight, but I definitely drank too much on two non-consecutive nights this week. That just doesn't sound as good.
Back to the story. I walked out of work in the middle of the day never to return. I was in a daze. I decided to go over to Georgetti's work, wait for her to finish up and go out for dinner to celebrate/console me.
Then we walked over the Williamsburg Bridge and straight to Pete's Candy Store to drink heavily. Jim and Anne met us there.
The rest of the evening is a blur of tequila shots and drunken dialing. I also tried to attack Anne with hugs and kisses, which to Anne is like trying to beat her about the head with a blackjack. She resisted my advances. That lasted for a while...lets see... Jim found a two pack of brand new puzzles, a fact he was inordinately proud of...Uh, that's all I remember at the moment.
The next day I woke up to messages and emails from across the country either referring to our "conversation" - which must have been absolutely fascinating as I was obviously incoherent - or referring to the message I left or even the message I didn't leave - like this email:
"Your cell phone called me at 1:45 am which means you were out or rummaging around in your bag at that hour. Based on an email I got from Kate, I am guessing you were out and that you might have quit yesterday."
I even got an email from Georgetti thanking me for the many drinks I bought her and the sandwiches...the sandwiches? I'm not even going to ask.
I spent the next day/night in bed then got up and did it all again on Thursday night. Hurricane be damned - I was getting my drink on. Again, I apologize to anyone who came into contact with me on either night...especially to people who I didn't know beforehand... like some of the people in these pictures.
SPREAD
THE WORD:
Blue Man Group in Boston is holding an art competition for Massachusetts
residents and students. The grand prize is $3000 with three other cash
prizes aswell. There will be a large party in honor or the winners at
the Museum of Science. The winners will also have their art hung in the
lobby of The Charles Playhouse in Boston for one year. Click
here for more info.
September 15, 2003
George Bush is the antichrist and this dude has the proof...I got all these anti-Bush links from Jim M. but this picture just sums them all up.
Celia Farber used to write a great (and controversial) column for Spin magazine back in the 80's called "Words From the Front." Something you undoubtedly will not be reading in the Spin of 2003. Anyhoo, I found this article she wrote on 9-11 called The Last Survivor. Definitely worth the read.
I finally saw Punch Drunk Love. Although I enjoyed it, I was seriously annoyed by the soundtrack. Throughout the film there were random blips and computer sounds, keyboards, unspecified noise...it made me wanna itch the whole time I was watching. It made me wanna smash stuff...Perhaps that was the desired effect. Me no likey.
Jay sent me this one. Serial Killer or computer dork?
Ode to Johnny Cash. RIP.
I just visited the World Trade Center for the first time since its collapse. On Labor Day weekend when I hung out with my parents, my mom asked if we could go. She had actually been asking to go see the site for a while now, but no one would go with her. My dad thought it was just too sad, my brother is convinced that the government and EPA are covering up a serious health hazard and that we should not be drawing breath within a mile of the rubble, and I have been conflicted about the site of a terrorist action becoming a tourist attraction. And yeah, some of those fears were validated. There were indeed visitors down there, camera in hand, posing and SMILING in front of this gigantic fenced-up gaping hole. And most likely, at some point, I will need an iron lung.
I don't have anything to say about this occasion that hasn't been said better by someone else. Today I just concentrated on being a grateful human being, instead of a whiney little bitch.
What really
cheered me up today? The Simpsons "Homie
the Clown" episode was on tonight. The one where Homer and Krusty
have to ride the teeny weeny clown bike in tandem to avoid being shot
by the Italian mob? A classic. A laugh riot.
And now more nonsensical bullshit:
Marilyn Manson won! Thank god our right to brush our balls over another's forehead has been upheld in court. I can sleep again at night.
Everyone hates Jeremy Halcote.
Not getting enough attention? Throw yourself down the stairs.
This is really cute.
September 5, 2003
Quick friendster links from popbitch.
If you don't get popbitch served up regularly in your in-box... you should. Speaking of gossip sources Jim's friend Meghan sent me this link. Ok, it's actually reached a point where I don't even try to hide my gossip rag addiction anymore. I read In Touch magazine on the subway ride home today. Standing in the middle of the crowded car. The shame.
To redeem
myself in all y'alls eyes I will now link to a
cool article on space exploration that ran in the New Yorker this
week. There was a piece on North Korea in the same issue that was AMAZING.
Sadly, its not online...you'll have to steal this one from the doctor's
office...or however you people procure your magazines.
September 2, 2003
How
are y’all surviving without me? I don’t know how you do it.
Now that I got my internet hookup I’m still a little reticent to
start posting again. I have been working WAY too hard and the idea of
getting in front of a computer when I get home makes my head spin. The
only thing I seem to be able to commit to is watching TV. Lots and lots
of TV. It’s true what they say, my mind is slowly rotting away. But
it feels so good. And I know the programming schedules and all now.
So I spent Labor Day Weekend in beautiful scenic Brooklyn. My parents came to visit me which was cool. My dad grew up in Greenpoint and we toured the neighborhood together. Things I found out: My uncle went to "Automotive High School" over on Bedford. That’s the scary school that all the juvenile delinquents hang out in front of when I'm on my way to work. My dad’s parish was that cool old church up on Manhattan Ave - St Anthony’s-St Alphonses’ (back in the day it was just St. Anthony’s) and my dad was an usher whose job it was to collect the donation money every weekend. He admitted to pocketing a portion for himself. Dunne’s Liquors (on the corner of Manhattan and Norman) has been there since the 1930’s…crazy…
Saturday night we went over to North Six to see The Common Cold (nice web site guys) and then on to Pete’s Candy Store to drink more unnecessary beer. Strangely enough, we hung out with this guy all night, who unbeknownst to us ended up living in the apartment next to ours. Even stranger...When I found out that he lived next door I assumed he was the guy who let me in during the blackout the other day. (Remember it was black out so it didn't actually register what the person looked like who helped me get my key in the door lock.) And he's all "Yeah! I helped you in!" and then when we got home that evening he went into a different apartment on our floor - one I hadn't even realized existed. And I'm all "Hey! You didn't let me in my apartment during the blackout!" and he..uh...shrugged? and went into his apartment....Is that an accepted response?
Scenes from Pete's backyard. The last one is of Gabe The Neighbor Who Did Not Let Me In During the Blackout.
Why are there no Target stores in NYC? Does someone know of a secret location that I am not privy to? It just doesn't make sense that I would have to travel to New Jersey or Long Island just to check out the new Isaac Mizrahi line. Cut a girl some slack here.
If you have some serious time to blow, try this.
Nothing says yummy like Chitlins and Pimp Juice.
What Not To Wear is looking for new victims.
Ok, back to the TV, my new (and only) friend. Last night I watched Everybody Loves Raymond. I am not actually a fan of the show... nor am I actively against it or anything...well none of that matters anyway. What matters is that the show was about Ray and his wife Debra having this suitcase sitting halfway up their staircase. It was full of dirty clothes and cheese, but neither of them would move it out of principle, thinking it was the responsibility of the other. And it became somewhat of a standoff, with the suitcase sitting there for weeks. And right now I seem to be engaged in a similar power play with my husband. The cat puked on our ottoman. It has been sitting there for days. No one will clean it up. Its not like we both haven't noticed it. We have...and commented. Like "Wow, the cat puked onthe ottoman" and "someone really should clean that ottoman." After dinner Jim caught me looking at the ottoman then looking at him and just started laughing.
Yeah, I'll keep you posted on that one.
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