Friday, August 29, 2008
See if you can spot a fat cat somewhere in this photo.
Kitty in the window, part 568.
Cute bicycle bell man.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
So, I finally got Soulseek to work and have been crazily adding all of this music to my i-Pod, including "Hazy Shades of Winter," a song by the Bangles that was also featured in the movie, Less Than Zero, based on a book by the 80s writer, Jay McInerey. Can't exactly remember the movie or the book, except that I think it was about these sort of jaded rich white kids who were trying to find themselves. As far as I recall, the whole point of the movie was that some of the characters never snapped out of their high school personas. The movie charts their lives after college, including a guy (played by Robert Downey, Jr.) who never stopped taking drugs and so he was a loser. A nobody. Washed up at the age of 23. He died at the end, I think. The message seemed to be that however you were at 23 was a sign of how you would be for the rest of your life. If you were a washed out druggie then, it was implied that you could envision the entire trajectory of your life from that moment on and so addicts were totally fucked. And that made me imagine my own life at that time. Okay, so at 23, I was just about to move to Chicago to escape my boyfriend at the time, a very sweet, still married man eight years older than me. He was the second person I ever slept with until I left for college. At college, I slept with three other people (hi, Mom!) mostly theater majors. He didn't like that I did that, but I guess he was trying to be accommodating or maybe I never told him. I can't remember.
But I knew I had to get out of Florida, and so I moved in with my former college roommate who was going to LA at the end of the summer to become famous. I promised him I would return in 2 months. But I never did. Instead, I stayed and found a new roommate through the free weekly newspaper and got a job as a waitress at Planet Hollywood and then a job at Northwestern University, where I took writing classes and met a professor, Rob Fromberg, who encouraged me to send one of my stories to University of Alaska's journal, Permafrost. I sent it and it got published. Then I got a job at DePaul and my Master's degree and wrote more stories and that led me to apply for grad school at Penn State. And they accepted me and gave me a scholarship. But...my whole point is that if you had looked at my life at age 23, you might have thought I was destined to live in Florida forever with a man who couldn't decide what to do.
On an unrelated note, I don't think Barack will win. We are destined to have another crazy Republican president. This country is still so ignorant and racist; I would be shocked if they would elect a Black man for president. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think I am. When we look back at this time in history, I think, like Umberto Eco, we will mark it as the modern Dark Ages. Maybe I'm wrong. I hope so. Lots and lots of peeps in Philly love Barack, but I don't think that's indicative of the rest of the country.
Aside number 3: I haven't had dinner b/c I can't eat anything with substance. And for lunch today, I had chicken fingers, which seemed fine at the time, but made me ache later. Please send pudding. Chocolate, preferably.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Here is a Siamese cat flirting with Lisa Marie and me. I took this photo on the way back from brunch with her and John at Sabrina's. It has occured to me lately that I may be turning into a misanthrope. At Sabrina's, for instance, I found it totally irritating that when we were offered a table inside, this bunch of people who said they wanted to sit outside jumped forward. "We'll sit inside!" So, they toook the table we would have had and we never got on the list and ended up standing around for 15 more minutes drooling over the shoulders of the seated. Then today, I found myself annoyed by the people on the train who seem to live in fear of missing their stop. They have to stand and get to the door even before we've pulled into the station, as if the door stays open for a mere 3 seconds and you're likely to sever a limb if you don't get out in time or miss your stop altogehter. I suppose it has to do with different people's levels of anxiety. But really, don't jump up and then stand right up against me, especially when I'm getting out at the next stop too. Anyway, forget that and look at the goddamn cat.
Tonight, will get to see Kelly and Amanda and some other peeps from Temple in celebration of Kelly and her twin sister's birthday party at Drinker's pub. Kelly is the first twin I've ever known in real life, though we did have triplets in high school: Annabelle, Ashley, and Allison. They were fraternal twins--two blonds and one brown haired--and they all wore dark eyeliner and turned out to be druggies to some degree or another. Ashley, I think, was the worst. She smoked cigarettes in the parking lot too. I remember them as being really a loose-limbed bunch and less interesting than I thought triplets would be.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
In other news, I think I've come up with a title for my next Maven piece about dating deal breakers: "You Make Me Want to be a Lamer (Wo)Man." It'll be about how dating lame people often increases your own personal lameness. You drink or shoot up more or become more slovenly, steal cars, pray to false gods, your taste in music and movies diminishes, etc.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
In other news, Lisa Marie and I went to Circle Thrift today and I found this adorable onesie; a handmade, old-fashioned garment with a doggie patch. I asked Lisa Marie what I might be able to do with this. She suggested cutting out the patch and adding it to a t-shirt. I then asked her what she thought the odds were that I would actually ever do this. She said, Slim to none. Despite this lack of confidence, I bought the onesie (only $1!) only after asking the clerk who resembles Bret from Flight of the Conchords if he thought it would fit me. He said, Certainly, and so I bought it.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Gave Liz a paper tiara for her birthday and some stick on earrings. There was a guy at the bar in a wheelchair and I think I want to write a story about some girl dating a similar person; I could write a whole book about dating non-typical types (like the serial killer dating story). I thought it would be interesting if the guy in the wheelchair is a total dick and she keeps rationalizing his behavior b/c he has a disability, but really, he's just a jerk and would be one in or out of a wheelchair. It would probably show how shallow she is too (so unlike me). And it would not at all be politically correct.
In case you were wondering, organic deodorant is not an effective form of antiperspirant. Since I lost my make-up bag last week (was I staying over at someone's house? Can't remember why I had it with me), I've been using this other deodorant I had at home; something I found at Trader Joe's. Soon discovered that it would be better not to wear any at all or to like rub mint leaves under my arms for better results. I looked at the ingredients yesterday: lichen.
Okay, not the best week in photos. Below, please find a knight. I like this window. It's noble. You can't see in this rendition but there's another knight statute on the far right. They're both just sort of hanging out in the window as if waiting for their Viking ship to show up.
This didn't turn out very well either, but you have several elegant, shiny, and well-dusted china pieces here, including a coy woman in a red coat.
One of my favorites. I've noticed that we have a lotta, lotta Obama supporters in Philadelphia. Most of the time, they just tack up one of those blue and red campaign posters, but every once in a while, you see something interesting. Here, we have a child's rendition of Obama.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Happy birthday to City Liz. We have planned a celebratory happy hour tonight at this bar on 12th and Sansom...McCool's? Does that sound right? Feel free to join us, C & P. For the occassion, I am wearing a brand new used dress with polka dots. Here is a blurry picture of my chest. I know you all have been dying to see this. Later: Just back from the eye doctor who was very nice and gave me a free pair of soft lenses to wear until my prescription is filled. He also dilated my eyes, giving me that flirty, "I've been smoking opium in the parking lot" look. I only fell down like three times on the way back to work.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
And Henri. This is the best of about 100 pictures I had to take of him. Every time I snapped the button, he would look down over move. He is bashful.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
In addition to him, some girl in ill-fitting rust colored corduroys was loudly relating a story about how she was so drunk the other night, she fell off her bicycle and landed in a small patch of grass and then started throwing up. She spent the next five minutes describing the whole barfing scenario in a loud voice while I tried not to listen or compare her description to the veggie cream cheese on my bagel. She was also wearing a headband, of course.