i dedicate this song to thanksgiving.
http://dusdin.org/poland/music/Oh!.mp3
and hahahaha i know that makes no sense.
but hahah i love you, all you turkey eaters.
by the way, i am starting a website. it will be done soon.
i will , well of course, let you know about it.
and in closing, i like the word ‘holiday’ more than i ever usually like the days. but, it was nice, all in all.
g’night.
check out this lovely talented artist:
http://www.stricoff.com/dynamic/category_artist_bio.asp?ArtistID=40&CategoryID=stricoff
and here i am, by her :
this website is awesome!
http://www.freerice.com/index.php
It is a vocab quiz, and for each word you get right, the site donates 10 grains of rice to the United Nations World Food Program.
Try it : ]
alex, im looking for a new roommate
so tons of people will be reading this blog for a few days, while the emails about how big the closets are, etc, go back and forth
i think it is funny
i hope you are well!
well well well
and much better than that too
LOVE
give me heart. (later: little boxes)
i wrote that because i just heard the coldplay song and the words go: give me heart, don’t me soul…. open up your eyes.
how does one convey a real honest virtual equivelent of a big sigh/gasp/oy/phew. ? big breath in and voiced breath out. even yogis do it as a sign of bringing in the new and pushing out the old/bad/whatever. do it with me now. deep nasal inhale and LOUD spoken exhale. its almost like that after orgasm sound. how come that is the only accepted time to do it? DO IT.
BEAUTIFUL! makes me feel better already!
HI S! Have i already, long time ago mentioned that the letter that comes after y in the alphabet is broken in my laptop. which i was rarely using anyway until i got this new fun unemployed position out here in la. (hear a sarcastic: ha ha) but now, this computer being my one and only .. yes, folks, i’m living life without the letter that comes after y. the last letter in the alphabet. AND how appropriate IS IT that of all the keys to break first on a 3 year old laptop, the first one is THAT ONE. (now granted, in a real emergency i can actually find that letter somewhere and copy and past it. 3 keystrokes instead of one to make that letter. but, do i really need it? i have just converted myself to the user of the 25 letter alphabet. a world where the only way to refer to that letter is to call it “the one that used to come after y”. ) aw, sad a little.
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TAKE IT BACK TO THE STARS!
Ok, You are correct. I am having a ridiculous afternoon in my house alone. And is that anything new, anyway? I’m also listening to cheesy white boy rock balads as I tool around the place. And Los Angeles has started to do that thing that is so weird in the “winter” when you think its cold all the time but you remember that its only inside. During the “winter” months in LA, its always nicer outside in the sun then inside the dark house.
(hours later). yes I’m writing from home so I am able to get up and change the laundry and maybe eat a snack and clean my room and make a phone call and all that stuff that happens, you know, in between everything else. or It is everything else?. Both. (deep breath. sigh.)
I have a question, how did We get to be here?. I don’t really want an answer, I’m just saying I think about it now and then. Sometimes I walk from one room to the other, just like any other time and somehow forget EVERYTHING. Forget why I walked in that direction. After I ask, “Why am I in this room?” I’m forget to even think about it and my mind wonders into some big large “Why am I even here at ALL?” Oh man, its annoying. HAHA.
Well I can’t just keep sitting here and writing random paragraphs of my thoughts. So, I’m ganna figure out a way to end this. And so the music is still on (don’t you love how when you pick something from iTunes that hours later the music is still on but its just playing alphabetically!) And I am going to eat something and maybe watch this show, Weeds, that I have on DVD that is pretty good. At least I love the opening credits.
HERE: http://youtube.com/watch?v=omPGf5_6dUA
Ah, little boxes.
oh and by the way…
people are constantly worried what the others are thinking and we forget we are just another-other to the ones we’re so concerned about… being said, as you wrote about your chopstick mishap, some chinese lady in some back room somewhere was thinking to herself: “shit, i just realized i left chopsticks out of order 82 earlier today, what was i thinking, i hope that sweet customer made do.”
donchya think?
i love your new york stories. new york is the city of stories that are so classic to new york, they can be told over and over again… must have something to do with amount of fictional literature and film set there, when such a small population of the world lives there. so small. actually, i’d like to know that number.
a chunk of the population of los angeles have just suddenly lost all their jobs.
or maybe it seems much more extreme, as i am so close to it. its the cover of the world around me, not to mention out my window. 2 more days looking at this window, than i’m back to whatever we all go back to. what am i back to? but the writers strike has prevailed, as imagined. my own boss and the writers of my lovely show are picketing the gates of warner brothers studios, along with hundreds of other writers as well as julia and a tribe of dedicated actors. we on the inside move out friday, its a momentous kind of thing for me, and probably many. and somber. so sadly, we’re walking away from our jobs and i’m back in the hands of myself. i haven’t given much thought about it. yet, anyway. or maybe i can’t do much about the situation. kind of like that adjustment to the new time of day, and time zone (read last story). once again, is is all a reminder, of how little i can do about the world around me, so i might as well go through it with some kind of a smile. we all do.
i love those moments we can write a giant, open list:
“things to do” – and its more a big “things i can do in life”, “things i should do” “everything to do to do” “do do do do do ” and it has nothing to do with much. just US. for now, in my immediate.. the timing couldn’t be better for a trip to san francisco, just in time to then mosey over to tahoe for an extra long thanksgiving week with pa.
in other words, I’M TAKE THE MONTH OFF.
who gets to do this? but a few. a lucky lucky few.
in the meantime, i will promise to makesomething.dosomething.. something that makes and does and sells sells and pays for another life off. where do we go next suzanne? vietnam? poland? central america?
Suzy, I haven’t read yourwords yet, but I will, so read mine. And also my computer is dying and so I have to write mostly here so I don’t have to worry about backing it up. My job came to a halt, today too.. anyway
I think I will spend a lot of life so obsessed with the trivials around the whole time change thing. Oh, me and time – forever in such toil.
Without going on about it too much, I’m in my living room, in the very dark – the same dark as outside, and the time is whatever it is – it’s just a time it shouldn’t be. The whole world is confused slightly, for a moment.
And it’s over and your used to a new way, so used to it you quickly forget it was ever any different. The smells of each season and time of day we remember over and over and then forget, always forget, until that smell, that taste of the light comes around again and we think “oh, I know this now.” And I usually smile cause the here I remember is lovely, some lovely time of me.
Life is full of all these little reminders of itself. Of ourself.
We briefly find ourselves desperate for some reason, like the world is ending. And is passes, like the day. Passes like another reminder that the whole thing is just dust and ash.
A ll we did was change the time of day.
struck by a chopstick
so i just ordered chinese food, on 4th ave in brooklyn. not some swank manhattan place with tons of orchids or something pretty like bamboo sitting around somewhere, but instead the same exact greasy chinese food place we all grew up going to. the type in the suburbs where the workers sadly have to repeat simple words all day long, bc the living-in-a-bubble-suburbanites cant understand anything they are saying.
i most probably ordered off the same exact menu as one of these places. (i am pretty sure they all use the same tri-folded one, no?)
so, so. i order. vegetable this, vegetable that. i think i am getting sick, so i ask for REALLY spicy soup.
i wait. it is made. she wraps it. pay. leave.
get home to find everything i wanted, but only plastic american utensials to eat it with.
i know they had chopsticks. i saw they had chopsticks. i saw here putting them in other take out orders.
so why dont i get them? at one point she looked at me, up and down, and mentally said ‘this girl, she cant use chopsticks.’
how sad i am. take away chinese lady thinks i am ethnocentric, uncouth, brass,boring. she wouldnt date me, i am sure.
ahhh.
oh well.
i suppose i should go drive my pick up truck up the block or something to make myself feel better.,,,
: )
i [ heart ] websites about ny, part 2
Hobo rattling coin can as WASP lady passes: Mrs. Rockefeller, pay yo’ bills!
–79th & Lex
Overheard by: Clook
Hobo to another: So, I hear you’re an international spy now.
–Washington Square Park
Overheard by: tj
Hobo: Can somebody give me some money so I can buy a Rolex? Please hurry. I want to know what time it is.
–80th & Broadway
