Thursday, November 27, 2008

Stuffing and Things

I'm not sure what to do with today. Will be going over to Carrie and Padhraig's, but that's not for a few hours. I didn't really sleep in today--I perhaps need a new hobby. Or a baby. I told A. that if I got the Pew Fellowship, I'd use it to buy a baby just like Angelina Jolie. I think that's why people have kids, in part, out of the boring sameness of every day and then as a reason to keep waking up in the morning, a way for their life to be meaningful. Like, as long as their kid turns out okay, doesn't kill himself and others in a drunk driving accident or go on a shooting spree, if he just grows up to be a responsible adult, then life will have meant something. Does it matter that my cats are well-adjusted and friendly? (Well, and that's not entirely true. Henri still sometimes runs from me and only just got used to a guy being over occasionally. He did show himself when Liz was here a few weekends ago, which I thought was so cute. He remembers her!). Did not go out last night even though it's supposedly the biggest party night in the entire history of the world. I didn't realize that. Instead, I stayed home and added more songs to my i-pod, including the incredibly addictive song by Beyonce, "Single Ladies." I told my work peeps that we should learn the dance that goes with it and perform it at the holiday party. I could just see me and the two Eileen's dancing while everyone else watched in utter horror.

Here's a song I forgot all about "Your Love," by The Outfield. It reminds me of 11th grade and making out with Jimmy Deputy at a party in St. Pete. I met him through drama competitions; he went to a different high school. I think when we were kissing I asked him to say lines from the play he was in. I also made out with his friend, Eric Anderson (not the same night). But I liked Jimmy better. Still, I don't understand a few of the words of this song. For instance, "As you leave please won't you close the door...And you forget what I told...Just cause you like it don't bean around" ?

I have been invited to attend this event on Saturday with my friends at work, Donegal Ball. Have you heard of it? It's supposed to be chock full of friendly Irish men and you have to dress up. My friend's daughter is competing in some kind of pageant associated with it. I will wear my new secondhand black dress and try to get Padhraig to teach me some Irish phrases today at dinner (he'll say, That's racist.).

Tomorrow will be day two of filming Lisa Marie's final project. I have to spit watermelon seeds which makes me really uncomfortable for some reason. We filmed the grocery store scene last weekend--all I had to do for that was push a grocery cart loaded with watermelons past the produce aisle. So far, no real acting has been required.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Feasting

Many awesome windows in South Philly and they will only get awesomer as the holiday descends. Below, please find a snow person on the verge of giving a Bronx cheer.


And then a pull back to reveal the entire window--Santa cavorting on the other side.



Teddy bears are big in South Philly. This is a "click me" type photo so you can see it better. It's decorated to celebrate someone's wedding.




Pretty autumn window. The two windows below are from the same house. Both are almost nice enough to qualify them for the Marshall Field's/Magnificent Mile holiday window extravaganza in Chicago.







I think this family did sort of the same thing last year, but this seems like a lot of work--gigantic ornaments, lights, dolls, presents...


Ma and Pa bear wishing you a very happy Thanksgiving.


Friday, November 21, 2008

Friday Photos and Merry Thanksgiving

These little girl and boy plastic pilgrims are quite popular. I have managed to capture two window displays using them. I like the attempt at symmetry here with the Phillie flags also in each upper pane.
Devil dog peeking out of the window panels. I bet he sits there for hours during the day. On my block, I believe we have one dog owned by this hipster couple across the street from me. I am not complaining...It's better to have none than to have a bunch of barking Chihuahuas.

Happy bus. Clearly, someone has time traveled from 1965.

Elaborate Thanksgiving extravaganza display. Lights, turkeys, scarecrows, dead wreaths--everything you could ever associate with fall and abundance/death.


Pilgrims Progress again. I remember in elementary school that we made little cylindrical place settings of pilgrims just like these out of construction paper. I don't remember hearing much about the Native Americans. In third grade, my sense of history ran something like: God created worlds, Jesus was crucified, Columbus discovered America, the Indians had dinner with Chris, tea was poured into the water in Boston, Laura Ingalls rode in a covered wagon, women wore hoop skirts and embroidered (ala Little Women), the Civil War broke out starring Scarlett O'Hara, Lincoln got shot at a movie, Anne Frank wrote in her diary, they dropped the bombs, and Jimmy Carter was elected president.


This is sort of a weird photo I took of this construction site on Broad Street. The site has a fence around it and is also covered with this mysterious and dirty cotton sheet, but there are occasional holes in it, through which you can see the blue, blue sky. This is sort of how I think about things sometimes--it's this constant challenge to get out from under the muck of day to day ennui and unimportant tasks and find the sky.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I May Never Stop Doing This



Omigod, Brooklyn Liz sent me a link to this site where you can see what your high school year book picture would look like if you were born in a particular year. It's called Yearbook Yourself. Here I am in 1972, 1960, 1990, 1954, and 1964 respectively. 1972 turned out the best, though think I look slightly retarded. 1960 doesn't quite fit, but you could see how a bob just doesn't fit my face and 1990 is not far from how I looked in high school. In 1964, I appear a bit African American or Asian or some other ethnicity. Don't you think?

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Blog Fatigue

Re-re-re-realized the other day that I've been keeping a blog since 2002 and probably a year or two before that time because I used to have a xanga blog in the very, very beginning. The earlier blog(s) I wrote in even more sporadically than I do now--like maybe a few times a month. Lately, I haven't felt much like keeping up with writing here, even on the weekends when I have the extra time. I still write in my journal most mornings for fifteen minutes or so, and I used to make lists of blog post ideas at the conclusion of those entries, but I just don't feel like it so much anymore. Maybe it's cyclical and I'll come back to it soon. It is gratifying and interesting to me to go back and read old posts, you know, from when I lived in State College, especially since I have such a spotty memory and so can be surprised again and again by the same information (in fact, in another couple of months, you'll probably see another post that reads, Gee, I've been keeping a blog for quite a long time now! as if I had just discovered it anew).


I will look cute at work today, but it's costing me because this black pleated skirt (with sewed in slip) bites cruelly into my waist and these black boots aren't shaped to my feet either. I was telling someone the other day--oh, Mr. A.--that if I wish I could have someone dress me in the mornings--like a personal stylist. Just so I don't have to spend 15 minutes each morning looking at the same clothes or the new clothes with the old clothes. The other thing I have thought about doing for awhile is taking pictures of good outfits when I think of them...Like, today is a cute outfit that sort of fell together, but I can almost guarantee that I won't ever remember it again. If I just had a Polaroid. Also grabbed again at the V.S. marketing ploy--this is where they send you a gift card for a free pair of panties and $10 off any bra. I don't need either, but I still went and now yet another bra that I don't need.

Monday, November 17, 2008

My New Favorite Show

I have long thought that there must be some reason I pay $60 a month to watch TV, though before this weekend, I couldn't tell you what exactly the reason was...I don't watch any of the network shows--can't stand the crybaby face of Meredith on Grey's Anatomy and don't find Desperate Housewives with its cloying voice over narration to be anywhere near as clever as it thinks it is; don't have the patience for the humorlessness of CSI and, though I do like Hugh Laurie in House, they haven't seemed to run any new episodes in the last two years. But then this weekend, I happened to catch an episode of It's Me or the Dog on Animal Planet. Dumbest title for a show ever, but it's so a sweet little premise--this slight British woman with a long ponytail and bangs comes into houses and teaches dog owners to manage their pets and all of the peace and harmony is restored in the house. It's like Supernanny for dogs. I watched three episodes in a row, while my cats sat around in various states of slumber and non-misbehavior, with the exception of Ernesto who broke yet another water class of mine. I would get a dog in a heartbeat if I didn't have cats, but alas...

Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday Photos, Part 765

The pumpkins are still happening around my neighborhood--I guess because they are a staple of fall weather. Though we are not currently experiencing fall weather--more like "global warming mid-spring" temperatures.

I took this picture on election night--I forget why I was walking home from work. It must've been a nice night. Anyway, it seemed like a weighty moment in history and then I happened to be passing City Hall with poor William Penn perpetually stuck at the top like a little lightning rod, and the sky really looked purple with possibility, which was what I was hoping the rest of the night would deliver on. And it did. Just as an aside, and though I like the whole "Yes, we can" slogan, it would be a funny bit for a small, badly run business like, "Yes, we can. But not until next Friday."
This is the house across the street from where I live. The first sign of way too early Christmas cheer, almost a full 8 weeks ahead of its time.


Here is a sign that exemplifies a lot of the South Philly attitude:


The clock I see when I walk from the subway to the building I work. This photo illustrates both that I was running late that day, and that many of the students here seemed to be pro-Obama.

Saucy kitty cat jack-o-lantern.

No Virgin Mary's this week, but here is your dose of Buddhism.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Overdue Halloween photos

Many moons seem to have passed since Halloween in Brooklyn, but the pictures are finally here, posted, for your viewing pleasure or displeasure, depending on your taste. Below, please find Luke ignoring me (and everyone) on the subway from Brooklyn to Manhattan's Soho District where we had a great dinner of noodles and went shopping at this strange H&M-like, Japanese store. You can also see more of these lovely photos on my Flickr page, should you be so inclined.

An artistic picture of the treats at the party taken by Miss Carrie:

This is Padhraig with his mask on his head. He looks stone cold drunk, but he really wasn't. The cats were getting to him, he claims.


Okay, a little out of order here, but this is us reading The New York Times Sunday paper in Park Slope's park. My legs are quite bare and freezing. I forced us to leave soon after. Liz made me the knit hat I'm wearing.

Back to Halloween. This is Kathy dressed as Wednesday from The Addams Family. She's an actor and so knows how to use facial expressions well.


Liz dressed as backwards lady in mid-clap with Luke, who I think might have been Father Time?




And, in another out of order photo, you will find Padhraig browsing the book section at the Strand. I was looking for Buddhist books in the religious section which was teeming with smelly old men. Really.









Me and Luke. I look like I've been crying but that's only because i was laughing so hard about something or other. You can just make out the Tooth Fairy wings behind me.


In the other photo, note the white pieces on my headband. Those are little white teeth I made out of clay. Around my neck, you can just make out the gigantic tooth I fashioned into a necklace.






Oh, and my favorite photo and favorite costumes from the whole night can be found below. Carrie is dressed as Marie Antoinette after the guillotine (please note her slashed neck) and Padhraig, I guess, is her lackey. Matching wigs = very cute.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

MIA

Where am I? Who am I? Why am I?

Sorry to not be posting more often. No excuses.

All I can offer at this time is a link to my latest Maven piece which is called "Ruined by Han Solo." The ending is weak, weak, weak, but I like some of it.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

President Obama!!

Oh, thank God, my prayers were answered! My favorite thing about the whole night is that Florida went for Obama. Justice, finally. I've spend the last six hours listening to NPR and they are so so so slow in announcing anything and you can tell they're getting tired, so finally, at 11 p.m., I turned on the TV, just as CNN was projecting that Obama would win. Shortly after that, Florida went blue, blue, blue! I called my mom and woke her up--she's been working at the polls for the last two nights and was just too tired to stay up. And look how much by how much he won--it's a landslide. Someone on NPR pointed out that even in Obama's lifetime, his own parents would've been arrested for riding on the bus together because in 1961 when he was born, it was illegal for blacks and whites to sit together. Amazing.

Carrie said this weekend that she was anticipating the election in the same way that she used to think about Christmas...nervous and excited and a little worried that maybe she has been a bad girl after all and may not get what she wants...Well, Carrie, I think you must've been a very good girl.



Obama will speak soon...McCain's concession speech was gracious, especially in that he didn't allow S. Palin say anything. She had clearly just had her bangs hair-sprayed into place. People keep talking about how she'll have a lot more to say in the days and months to come. I don't think so, or, if she does, it will be on like The View or Martha Stewart. I think she's going to go back to Alaska and get arrested for all of the illegal things she's done with her state's funds.



I'm still in awe. I really thought that we as a country were just a bunch of racist rednecks. But this makes me have to gladly rethink that perception. Please, please, please keep him safe.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Tick-tock

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE!