9 AM
(This is from my mom. Not that website I like about crazy moms)
From: Mom
email subject: i tried to call you...
body: did you block my phone number? that's what the recording said.
1 PM
(after being told to rejoin Twitter. I do everything Alissa DV tells me to do.)
Not leaving the house today. Snow + huge cut on chin + Dede is the best friend in the world, delivering me Uncommon. A dream come true. (My last Twitter update from 1:14 PM Jan 1st, 2008 from web. Oh, first DA's New Year's.)
3 PM
(Katherine's dad is hilarious. That's why we called him Serge instead of Roger)
Hi Sweetie,
I really dislike e-mails with shit and barf in them...so try to refrain from that for my sake.
4 PM
Me: I am going to a Skidmore Young Alumni happy hour tonight
Jocelyn: Don't get drunk and throw up like X did.
4:45 PM
(after I responded to Robin's Twitter update about feeling like living in the movie The Ice Storm without the story line)
Robin: if you ignore the plot of the film "The Ice Storm" I feel like I'm living the movie. (2 weeks ago on Twitter)
Lily: No swinger parties for you, Robin? Or "hanging out" with the little boy next door? (on Twitter, today)
Alissa: lily why did you accuse robin of being a swinging pedophile (on GChat)
Lily: because he mentioned the movie ice storm. and thats what happens in it (on GChat)
Robin: What?? (on Twitter)
Robin: Oh. Ice Storm. (on Twitter)
Alissa: good job twittering lily (on GChat)
me: sincerely? (on GChat)
Alissa: well. sorta. you did it, which is good. but you found a post from two weeks ago and called someone a pedophile. we're almost there (on GChat)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Vegas
"Saratoga is my personal Vegas" and "New Year's Eve is the Vegas of time."
Those are the two mindblowing quotes I came up with in my hungover state on January 1st. Not epitaph-worthy, I know, but true.
My 5-day stay in Saratoga was filled with drinking, talking about drinking and the things that happen when drinking takes place, eating good food (Max's, Gotchya's, Karavalli, ROMA's, Uncommon bagels), eating leftovers, drinking tea, drinking more tea, and cursing my inability to nap.
I managed to go to DA's every night, the Alley, 9 Maple, Chez, Max's and Wine Bar all once. I saw my lovely ladies and gents. I found one new idol and one new enemy.
I lied. My idol isn't new, but I found new reason to support this idolatry. Bob, when Moira couldn't decide if she should call in sick to Starbuck's, unsure of their sick policy, and stay in Saratoga another day, decided he would put in a call to the Saratoga Starbuck's. He called from Uncommon while six of us listened and laughed.
Paraphrased version of that conversation:
BC: Hi. I have a question if you have a minute. I am interested in applying to Starbuck's. I am trying to be clear on all of my options and was wondering if you could tell me a little about your sick policy. Like how much notice does one need to give if he won't make it into work, etc etc.
Starbuck's employee: something.
BC: Oh, but every Starbuck's is different?
(LG commentary: REALLY? REALLY?!)
Starbuck's employee: something.
BC: OK, thanks. Are you hiring by the way?
I love you, BC.
My new enemy screwed over a dear friend of mine in a way that she did not know, so I can't really hate her for that, even though I do anyway. She also interrupted several conversations on New Year's and last night ("This is a private conversation." Again, way to go, BC!), but she really personally irked me last night when, to my friends in my booth, I said something about Chicago, and she heard the word "Chicago" while passing by and decided to take a seat.
Buttface: HI! You live in Chicago? My name is Buttface. I used to live there.
Me: Yeah, I just moved there in August. I used to live here.
Buttface: So you work in the corporate world?
Me: Uhhh, kind of.
Buttface: Well, in Chicago you are either corporate or art, and you're clearly not art.
Me: Uhhh. You're ugly.
Buttface: Where do you live?
Me: Wicker Park/Ukranian Village.
Buttface: Ugggh, you mean "the mall." What street?
Me: Address.
Buttface: Well that's acceptable.
Me: I hate your fedora. You suck. Leave us alone.
Kara: How could she say you are so not artsy? Look at your scarf!
Those are the two mindblowing quotes I came up with in my hungover state on January 1st. Not epitaph-worthy, I know, but true.
My 5-day stay in Saratoga was filled with drinking, talking about drinking and the things that happen when drinking takes place, eating good food (Max's, Gotchya's, Karavalli, ROMA's, Uncommon bagels), eating leftovers, drinking tea, drinking more tea, and cursing my inability to nap.
I managed to go to DA's every night, the Alley, 9 Maple, Chez, Max's and Wine Bar all once. I saw my lovely ladies and gents. I found one new idol and one new enemy.
I lied. My idol isn't new, but I found new reason to support this idolatry. Bob, when Moira couldn't decide if she should call in sick to Starbuck's, unsure of their sick policy, and stay in Saratoga another day, decided he would put in a call to the Saratoga Starbuck's. He called from Uncommon while six of us listened and laughed.
Paraphrased version of that conversation:
BC: Hi. I have a question if you have a minute. I am interested in applying to Starbuck's. I am trying to be clear on all of my options and was wondering if you could tell me a little about your sick policy. Like how much notice does one need to give if he won't make it into work, etc etc.
Starbuck's employee: something.
BC: Oh, but every Starbuck's is different?
(LG commentary: REALLY? REALLY?!)
Starbuck's employee: something.
BC: OK, thanks. Are you hiring by the way?
I love you, BC.
My new enemy screwed over a dear friend of mine in a way that she did not know, so I can't really hate her for that, even though I do anyway. She also interrupted several conversations on New Year's and last night ("This is a private conversation." Again, way to go, BC!), but she really personally irked me last night when, to my friends in my booth, I said something about Chicago, and she heard the word "Chicago" while passing by and decided to take a seat.
Buttface: HI! You live in Chicago? My name is Buttface. I used to live there.
Me: Yeah, I just moved there in August. I used to live here.
Buttface: So you work in the corporate world?
Me: Uhhh, kind of.
Buttface: Well, in Chicago you are either corporate or art, and you're clearly not art.
Me: Uhhh. You're ugly.
Buttface: Where do you live?
Me: Wicker Park/Ukranian Village.
Buttface: Ugggh, you mean "the mall." What street?
Me: Address.
Buttface: Well that's acceptable.
Me: I hate your fedora. You suck. Leave us alone.
Kara: How could she say you are so not artsy? Look at your scarf!
The Greats of 08
+ Being at Grant Park on Election Night. And of course the outcome of the election.
+ Saratoga summer
+ Becoming friends with the Burkes and Tunney
+ Discovering Mad Men
+ Shalen, Carlton, and Gedney week of fun
+ Walking Jocelyn's dog
+ Chicago visit in July
+ Chicago move
+ Chicago's summer lasting through most of October
+ Having my first non-familial Thanksgiving
+ Rediscovering Exile in Guyville
+ Working my first track season in a restaurant
+ My new job. And tea time.
+ Arrival of second cousin baby Harry (or Harold III... yikes)
+ December 22nd drinks at the Signature Room with Kat
+ Getting published! I wrote the chapter introductions and some of the sponsor spotlights.
+ Lucking out with the apartment and rando roomie situation
+ Returning to Toga for New Year's (see next post)
+ Saratoga summer
+ Becoming friends with the Burkes and Tunney
+ Discovering Mad Men
+ Shalen, Carlton, and Gedney week of fun
+ Walking Jocelyn's dog
+ Chicago visit in July
+ Chicago move
+ Chicago's summer lasting through most of October
+ Having my first non-familial Thanksgiving
+ Rediscovering Exile in Guyville
+ Working my first track season in a restaurant
+ My new job. And tea time.
+ Arrival of second cousin baby Harry (or Harold III... yikes)
+ December 22nd drinks at the Signature Room with Kat
+ Getting published! I wrote the chapter introductions and some of the sponsor spotlights.
+ Lucking out with the apartment and rando roomie situation
+ Returning to Toga for New Year's (see next post)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Not this old or crazy yet
My coworker showed me a website of postcards (emails, IMs) from Mom.
They are too funny. My faves so far:
I WILL BE TRACKING YOU.
Well i have 2 more bookkeeping clients to finish, then i have to go home and make a kranz, clean the floor again, make your bed, cover the presents in my closet, clean my bathroom, and watch your flight online. lol. kinda like a package arriving. I WILL BE TRACKING YOU.
And another whose PS was:
I love O'Bama
They are too funny. My faves so far:
I WILL BE TRACKING YOU.
Well i have 2 more bookkeeping clients to finish, then i have to go home and make a kranz, clean the floor again, make your bed, cover the presents in my closet, clean my bathroom, and watch your flight online. lol. kinda like a package arriving. I WILL BE TRACKING YOU.
And another whose PS was:
I love O'Bama
Monday, December 8, 2008
Olde (with an "e" because it's Christmastime)
In conversations about personal style with friends, we have sometimes referred to mine as "grandma chic." (Though lately, I have been more "French cowgirl." Don't follow? That's okay; it is unrelated.) Lately, I have just been feeling kind of grandma. I'm not dressing any differently, but I feel as if I'm getting old. Maybe not grandma old, but at least mom old.
I get annoyed really easily by things people do. Especially on the train. All I wanna do is yell at people. Like the people by the doors who refuse to step off the car at crowded stops and let the masses pour out. You'll get back in. And you'll probably get a seat this time, too. Conversely, there are also those who push and shove to get to the door. It's Clark and Lake at rush hour. I'm getting off, everyone's getting off, stop pushing me. I also don't like strangers' hair invading my space, or even coming close to.
I get annoyed by teenagers and the things they do. I love babies and toddlers.
Tea time may be my favorite time of day.
I go to bed before midnight on weeknights for the first time since age 14.
I hosted my own Thanksgiving dinner.
My knee hurts a lot today. My other knee hurt a lot yesterday. My back also kind of hurts now that I mention it. And I've been complaining about it, too. Here I go again.
Kat commented on how I dance when I cook. I mean, there is usually music playing, but yeah, I do dance when I cook. And it's a weird dance, a mom dance, reserved only for the kitchen.
I couldn't handle going out Thursday-Saturday nights this weekend. I didn't. Even Thursday and Friday back to back was pushing it.
I eat oatmeal almost every morning. That's old people food isn't it?
I pay a lot of attention to my nails and my obsession with perfume has grown. Fortunately for all of you, I think my sense of smell is quite intact, so I don't think I'm overdoing the scents, I just really like them.
I am so into Christmas right now.
I get annoyed really easily by things people do. Especially on the train. All I wanna do is yell at people. Like the people by the doors who refuse to step off the car at crowded stops and let the masses pour out. You'll get back in. And you'll probably get a seat this time, too. Conversely, there are also those who push and shove to get to the door. It's Clark and Lake at rush hour. I'm getting off, everyone's getting off, stop pushing me. I also don't like strangers' hair invading my space, or even coming close to.
I get annoyed by teenagers and the things they do. I love babies and toddlers.
Tea time may be my favorite time of day.
I go to bed before midnight on weeknights for the first time since age 14.
I hosted my own Thanksgiving dinner.
My knee hurts a lot today. My other knee hurt a lot yesterday. My back also kind of hurts now that I mention it. And I've been complaining about it, too. Here I go again.
Kat commented on how I dance when I cook. I mean, there is usually music playing, but yeah, I do dance when I cook. And it's a weird dance, a mom dance, reserved only for the kitchen.
I couldn't handle going out Thursday-Saturday nights this weekend. I didn't. Even Thursday and Friday back to back was pushing it.
I eat oatmeal almost every morning. That's old people food isn't it?
I pay a lot of attention to my nails and my obsession with perfume has grown. Fortunately for all of you, I think my sense of smell is quite intact, so I don't think I'm overdoing the scents, I just really like them.
I am so into Christmas right now.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Homesick
Seeing Milk made me miss San Francisco. I know I don't say that much (or maybe I do, but I feel as if it's usually Togatown for which I pine) but I do. I really, really do. Right now, anyway.
I saw the film alone this afternoon because no one wanted to as much as I did. I felt like I had some sort of civic duty to see it, but an enjoyable one, a sort of homage to my youth, to my neighborhood/neighboring neighborhood: I lived in the Castro, or within 5-10 minutes of it for all of my time in SF, and I attended Harvey Milk Civil Rights Academy for three important years (K-2). One of my mom's friends was one of the main characters in the movie, too. Not an actor friend acting in the movie, but a friend, a photographer to be precise, who was part of Milk's cute camera shop crew. He wasn't played by any of the big-ish names (Franco, Hirsch, or Luna) also playing characters in that circle, but that was still exciting as heck to hear the name Danny Nicoletta and know the real Danny. Also that hunky guy who played the Titanic designer/engineer in Titanic played Mayor Moscone. I have no personal connection to him; I just liked him in Titanic.
Diego Luna's character was kind of annoying at times, but I think he was supposed to be, and it was oh so clear that Emile Hirsch was wearing American Apparel, but all in all it was a good film. When looking for a photo of the American Apparel 'fit, I found out that Emile Hirsch and I share the exact same date of birth AND imdb.com trivia says "Was often seen singing karaoke alongside Lindsay Lohan." Birthday twins + karaoke + LiLo = SoulM8s.
I saw some previews today, too, and was telling my dad about them on the phone after the movie. I was telling him about this movie called Sunshine Cleaning and said it must have been Alan Arkin's last film. My dad was confused and corrected me. Why did I think Alan Arkin died? Weird. Anyway, he's not dead. He will also be in the upcoming movie Marley & Me, which I guess is how Jennifer Aniston's been wasting her time recently when not busy telling magazines how mean and cruel Angelina is/was. Seriously, why is that on so many magazine covers now?? Didn't this all happen years ago?
Maybe I need to sit down with a US Weekly and stop reading magazines only by their covers.
I saw the film alone this afternoon because no one wanted to as much as I did. I felt like I had some sort of civic duty to see it, but an enjoyable one, a sort of homage to my youth, to my neighborhood/neighboring neighborhood: I lived in the Castro, or within 5-10 minutes of it for all of my time in SF, and I attended Harvey Milk Civil Rights Academy for three important years (K-2). One of my mom's friends was one of the main characters in the movie, too. Not an actor friend acting in the movie, but a friend, a photographer to be precise, who was part of Milk's cute camera shop crew. He wasn't played by any of the big-ish names (Franco, Hirsch, or Luna) also playing characters in that circle, but that was still exciting as heck to hear the name Danny Nicoletta and know the real Danny. Also that hunky guy who played the Titanic designer/engineer in Titanic played Mayor Moscone. I have no personal connection to him; I just liked him in Titanic.
Diego Luna's character was kind of annoying at times, but I think he was supposed to be, and it was oh so clear that Emile Hirsch was wearing American Apparel, but all in all it was a good film. When looking for a photo of the American Apparel 'fit, I found out that Emile Hirsch and I share the exact same date of birth AND imdb.com trivia says "Was often seen singing karaoke alongside Lindsay Lohan." Birthday twins + karaoke + LiLo = SoulM8s.
I saw some previews today, too, and was telling my dad about them on the phone after the movie. I was telling him about this movie called Sunshine Cleaning and said it must have been Alan Arkin's last film. My dad was confused and corrected me. Why did I think Alan Arkin died? Weird. Anyway, he's not dead. He will also be in the upcoming movie Marley & Me, which I guess is how Jennifer Aniston's been wasting her time recently when not busy telling magazines how mean and cruel Angelina is/was. Seriously, why is that on so many magazine covers now?? Didn't this all happen years ago?
Maybe I need to sit down with a US Weekly and stop reading magazines only by their covers.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Surrounded by Accomplished Writers... and Snow
Yesterday I found out that my high school friend wrote a review for the NY Times Book review, and today, I read that one of the most emailed articles "100 Notable Books of 2008" featured one of my most favorite professors from Skidmore for his collection of short stories, Dangerous Laughter. Knowing these two writers quite well, though I doubt I will ever reach their level of skill or exposure, is inspiring me to write more and more often. Don't see this as the start of that effort. I will most likely be writing outside of blogger world.
On the second subject, snow, I have little to say except that I need to relearn how to walk on it. I had some trouble today, and a slowed commute, as I walked up Damen and came close to falling probably 5 times. I didn't fall, but I know I will sometime soon. I have a serious fear of falling after last winter's great spills: New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, I'm sure there were others, on non-holidays, too. The former sous chef at Chez gave me some tips though. Don't walk with your hands in your pocket and then you will catch your fall with your hands instead of your chin. Mindblowing. So true though.
I also had trouble this morning deciding which shoes to wear. Thank God, I have a second roommate now who has to wake up when I wake up because she's sleeping in my room to help me with such tough wardrobe decisions. I told her I didn't want to wear my heavy duty snow boots, the "duck boot" ones, because I will look like a weak Californian and not a seasoned upstate New Yorker. This same thought made me resist the down jacket until it dropped to 20 degrees. If we get more snow tonight, however, I am doing it. I don't care what people think. I'd probably be more embarassed by bandages or a lack of teeth than I would be by over cautious footwear choices. Also, I love my Fryes and didn't want to switch over just yet, but in the name of traction and in recognition of my klutziness, or whatever it is, I may tomorrow.
On the second subject, snow, I have little to say except that I need to relearn how to walk on it. I had some trouble today, and a slowed commute, as I walked up Damen and came close to falling probably 5 times. I didn't fall, but I know I will sometime soon. I have a serious fear of falling after last winter's great spills: New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, I'm sure there were others, on non-holidays, too. The former sous chef at Chez gave me some tips though. Don't walk with your hands in your pocket and then you will catch your fall with your hands instead of your chin. Mindblowing. So true though.
I also had trouble this morning deciding which shoes to wear. Thank God, I have a second roommate now who has to wake up when I wake up because she's sleeping in my room to help me with such tough wardrobe decisions. I told her I didn't want to wear my heavy duty snow boots, the "duck boot" ones, because I will look like a weak Californian and not a seasoned upstate New Yorker. This same thought made me resist the down jacket until it dropped to 20 degrees. If we get more snow tonight, however, I am doing it. I don't care what people think. I'd probably be more embarassed by bandages or a lack of teeth than I would be by over cautious footwear choices. Also, I love my Fryes and didn't want to switch over just yet, but in the name of traction and in recognition of my klutziness, or whatever it is, I may tomorrow.
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