words cannot express my happiness.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
why i will always remember presidents' day
1. i came to work not realizing that the office was closed. i could swear that last year we didn't get a holiday for presidents' day. i knew it was presidents' day today, but i thought it was bidness-as-usual at the office. not so. as i exited the 4/5 train at bowling green, there did seem to be a lot less people around. which i chalked up to it being a holiday for everyone else, but me. but as i walked closer to my building, there did seem to be a quiet, calm, long weekend feeling in my midst. i walked into the lobby of the building and the lights were dimmer than usual and only a few people were around. granted, i was arriving to work at 11 am-ish (late even by nyc standards) and i didn't think much of the sparsely populated lobby. only when i got to my floor, noticed that the lights were off in the hallways and that all the doors to the offices were closed (including mine, which was closed & locked), did i realize that i had just come into work on the monday of a long weekend for no reason. i am now on my way back to the sunny outside world.
2. i saw my future sister-in-law, in the flesh, with her husband and child at a brunch-y place near my apartment. reason why i skipped into my (closed) office so late today is that i stopped at a place on vanderbilt to get some food before work. j.h. was with me. the third spot we stopped at was where we ended up eating. due to my horrible math skillz and j.h's attempts to explain to me that the amount i was leaving as a tip was not in fact 20% (as i so triumphantly thought), we lingered at our table well after finishing our meal. lucky me for not knowing math. in walked schmake schmyllenhaal's* sister, schmaggie. with her husband and their child. (p.s. their kid was wailing on & on about something; reassuring that even celebrities have unruly children).
* alternative spelling and pronunciation of my beloved's name and that of his sister are done to protect the innocent (namely, my beloved and his sister).
anyway, omg omg omg. omg omg omg.
sometimes it pays to (a) think you have a work day when you don't and (b) to have crap math skills. dividends.
2. i saw my future sister-in-law, in the flesh, with her husband and child at a brunch-y place near my apartment. reason why i skipped into my (closed) office so late today is that i stopped at a place on vanderbilt to get some food before work. j.h. was with me. the third spot we stopped at was where we ended up eating. due to my horrible math skillz and j.h's attempts to explain to me that the amount i was leaving as a tip was not in fact 20% (as i so triumphantly thought), we lingered at our table well after finishing our meal. lucky me for not knowing math. in walked schmake schmyllenhaal's* sister, schmaggie. with her husband and their child. (p.s. their kid was wailing on & on about something; reassuring that even celebrities have unruly children).
* alternative spelling and pronunciation of my beloved's name and that of his sister are done to protect the innocent (namely, my beloved and his sister).
anyway, omg omg omg. omg omg omg.
sometimes it pays to (a) think you have a work day when you don't and (b) to have crap math skills. dividends.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
there's a new SHIG* in town!
SHIG = Scaldingly Hot Indian Guy.
His name is Paul Banwatt and he's a drummer in "The Rural Alberta Advantage". And if you haven't heard this band, step to it foo'!!
Their lead singer (Nils Edenloff) is a super-sweety from Deadmonton and sounds a bit like the frontman from Neutral Milk Hotel. And Amy Cole rocks the beats like yo' momma. Yes, f'reals. So please please please support RAA. How can a band with songs titled "The Dethbridge in Lethbridge" and "Frank, AB" not be amazing.
The concept is Stompin' Tom Canadiana (or in this case, Albertiana) lyrics ++ indie rock. The result, delicious.
His name is Paul Banwatt and he's a drummer in "The Rural Alberta Advantage". And if you haven't heard this band, step to it foo'!!
Their lead singer (Nils Edenloff) is a super-sweety from Deadmonton and sounds a bit like the frontman from Neutral Milk Hotel. And Amy Cole rocks the beats like yo' momma. Yes, f'reals. So please please please support RAA. How can a band with songs titled "The Dethbridge in Lethbridge" and "Frank, AB" not be amazing.
The concept is Stompin' Tom Canadiana (or in this case, Albertiana) lyrics ++ indie rock. The result, delicious.
Friday, February 6, 2009
when you sass a cop ...
you better run.
another story in the chronicles of my "writing-cheques-my-body-can't-cash" mouth. i was walking up third avenue around 70-something-th last weekend, on my way to get a juice. (as part of my new healthy me, i am occasionally gagging on a vegetable juice. candle cafe on the UES makes one that doesn't taste like greens collected off "resources road" and pre-chewed by livestock. (resources road is the way my dad used to go to work at P&G, now weyerhaeuser in g.p.)) but, i digress. the eastern sidewalk of third avenue was closed for one block, due to ice falling from one of the buildings. i walked across to the western side of the street to keep trekking uptown. there was no barricade but there were two NYPD guys standing on the sidewalk. i asked if i could keep walking up the western side of third avenue. one of the two practically barked at me. some sort of grunt-snort pre-language call of the wild: "NO, I SAID it's CLOSED. CAN'T you HEAR?" well, actually no i didn't hear you. because your head starts straight out of your shoulders and you were looking off into the ether so anything you said, was lost in the wind. (I kind of wished i had one of those cards that deaf people hand out asking for donations. I would SO have handed it to him and sued his ass for something.) but, that wasn't an option, so, then i get all huffy. because the cops here are neandrathal yellers. okay, not all of them, but most of them. and i'm sick of being treated poorly by people whose salaries come out of my wages and against whom i have practically no recourse. so i looked him in the face and said, "There's no reason to get testy with ME. It's not my fault you're on icicle duty today." He sort of waved me off, dismissed me. To which I retorted in a sort-of under my breath, but not really way: "[snort] New York's finest ... more like New York's asshole-iest." Then I booted it out of there, but the other people who were standing around watching the falling ice started laughing. I wanted to chest thrust the cop and say "boo-ya", but I don't know what that means.
p.s. Still off caffeine. am drinking an herbal tea as i type. what's wrong with the world. will see how long i can go without caffeine. my new goal is to make it to march 1st without coffee or pop.
another story in the chronicles of my "writing-cheques-my-body-can't-cash" mouth. i was walking up third avenue around 70-something-th last weekend, on my way to get a juice. (as part of my new healthy me, i am occasionally gagging on a vegetable juice. candle cafe on the UES makes one that doesn't taste like greens collected off "resources road" and pre-chewed by livestock. (resources road is the way my dad used to go to work at P&G, now weyerhaeuser in g.p.)) but, i digress. the eastern sidewalk of third avenue was closed for one block, due to ice falling from one of the buildings. i walked across to the western side of the street to keep trekking uptown. there was no barricade but there were two NYPD guys standing on the sidewalk. i asked if i could keep walking up the western side of third avenue. one of the two practically barked at me. some sort of grunt-snort pre-language call of the wild: "NO, I SAID it's CLOSED. CAN'T you HEAR?" well, actually no i didn't hear you. because your head starts straight out of your shoulders and you were looking off into the ether so anything you said, was lost in the wind. (I kind of wished i had one of those cards that deaf people hand out asking for donations. I would SO have handed it to him and sued his ass for something.) but, that wasn't an option, so, then i get all huffy. because the cops here are neandrathal yellers. okay, not all of them, but most of them. and i'm sick of being treated poorly by people whose salaries come out of my wages and against whom i have practically no recourse. so i looked him in the face and said, "There's no reason to get testy with ME. It's not my fault you're on icicle duty today." He sort of waved me off, dismissed me. To which I retorted in a sort-of under my breath, but not really way: "[snort] New York's finest ... more like New York's asshole-iest." Then I booted it out of there, but the other people who were standing around watching the falling ice started laughing. I wanted to chest thrust the cop and say "boo-ya", but I don't know what that means.
p.s. Still off caffeine. am drinking an herbal tea as i type. what's wrong with the world. will see how long i can go without caffeine. my new goal is to make it to march 1st without coffee or pop.
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