this is easily the FUNNIEST thing i have EVER read in my hometown newspaper.
HAHAHAHAH.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
"I don't vote Republican or Democrat. Choosing is a sin, so I always just write in the Lord's name!"
bobby jindal's 'republican response' to obama's speech tonight sounded like he was trying to channel kenneth from 30 rock.
i love you, rachel maddow.
i love you, rachel maddow.
getting gras on mardi gras
today a fedex package arrived at the office. it was from a fellow music supervisor who is in new orleans [i guess?] and thought it would be a nice gesture to send us a traditional king's cake [it was].
if you have never had nor seen a king's cake, it is basically a large ring of cinnamon bun dough, drizzled in sugary goodness frosting, and sprinkled with three different colored sprinkles. purple for justice, green for faith, and gold for power.
there is also supposed to be a golden baby doll hidden in the cake. tradition has it that whoever finds the baby is in charge of hosting the party the next year.
after lunch, bekah, jojo and i dove into the cake. they didn't think there would be a baby in ours - we figured it was just an old tradition. this took some of the fun out of the whole process, as i was absolutely positive that i would have found the baby.
i tore my piece off and started picking pieces off with my fingers and delicately putting them into my mouth. i peered a little closer at the next chunk i was about to pull off and saw a little golden point sticking out. "..oh guyysssss," i said, with a smile. "guyyyssss..." i repeated, as i pulled out the CREEPIEST LOOKING GOLD BABY I HAVE EVER SEEN. i mean i don't know what i was expecting. i guess i was expecting it to be clothed and to be a bit larger than the 3/4 of an inch tall that it is. it is SO small. lawsuit waiting to happen, if you ask me. if someone hasn't choked on one of these before, i'm sure a fair share of teeth have been chipped. it's tiny and gold and sitting down with it's arms spread open wide as if waiting for an embrace. it reminds me of newborn benjamin button.
anyhow.
i knew i'd find that shit.
here he is, forever taped to the top of my monitor.
if you have never had nor seen a king's cake, it is basically a large ring of cinnamon bun dough, drizzled in sugary goodness frosting, and sprinkled with three different colored sprinkles. purple for justice, green for faith, and gold for power.
there is also supposed to be a golden baby doll hidden in the cake. tradition has it that whoever finds the baby is in charge of hosting the party the next year.
after lunch, bekah, jojo and i dove into the cake. they didn't think there would be a baby in ours - we figured it was just an old tradition. this took some of the fun out of the whole process, as i was absolutely positive that i would have found the baby.
i tore my piece off and started picking pieces off with my fingers and delicately putting them into my mouth. i peered a little closer at the next chunk i was about to pull off and saw a little golden point sticking out. "..oh guyysssss," i said, with a smile. "guyyyssss..." i repeated, as i pulled out the CREEPIEST LOOKING GOLD BABY I HAVE EVER SEEN. i mean i don't know what i was expecting. i guess i was expecting it to be clothed and to be a bit larger than the 3/4 of an inch tall that it is. it is SO small. lawsuit waiting to happen, if you ask me. if someone hasn't choked on one of these before, i'm sure a fair share of teeth have been chipped. it's tiny and gold and sitting down with it's arms spread open wide as if waiting for an embrace. it reminds me of newborn benjamin button.
anyhow.
i knew i'd find that shit.
here he is, forever taped to the top of my monitor.
and three
7am we were awake, 7:30 we were on the road. we were in san simeon before noon. we set up camp at san simeon state park, where we had a foggy but gorgeous view of both the pacific and the mountains. this place looked like the coast of ireland...well, what i imagine it to look like, at least. green, rolling hills like i've never seen before in my life. it was amazingly beautiful, despite the storm clouds rolling in. we spent the day meandering along the beaches [where matt whipped me with a piece of kelp and accidentally gave me a welt], hiking the area around our campground, and exploring a eucalyptus grove. we headed back to camp and made dinner. good ol' hot dogs and beans. mmm. we grilled the hot dogs over the fire and used matt's brand new AMAZINGLY FAST camp stove to heat up the beans. shit's amazing! 3 minutes, boilin hot beans! oh, and we had #9s. come onnn, does it get any better than that?
the air was mild, but the wind made everything a tad chillier, and by dark we needed something to warm us up. the fire was proving difficult to maintain, so we headed into town for some hot cocoa. we took our chocolately goodness to a hotel down the road that provides beach fireplaces. we sat in front of the fire, right on the sand, and drank til we were warm again. then we headed back to camp and got ready for bed.
i was awoken in the middle of the night by a fierce, pounding, downpour of rain. i like to sleep with some rain sound fx, but this was just incredible. i probably could have slept through the rain, but it was the wind that stole my slumber. the wind gusts were so intense that the tent kept hitting me in the head. after finally falling asleep after what felt like hours, i awoke to the tent poles bending in so far that i thought the tent had collapsed. needless to say, my midnight pee was an adventure. who knows where that pee was blown to.
we woke up in a puddle, but relatively dry, thanks to our fancy new sleeping pads. kids need a tarp under the tent next time they're expecting rain..
we were lucky, though, in that the rain only came at night, which left us with two rain-free days to explore the coast. we made oatmeal, packed up camp, and headed over to see the elephant seals.
we arrived to elephant seals as far as the eye could see. there were so many of them - young, old, male, female. we were lucky enough to have arrived during the small window [a few days, at most] of MATING SEASON! have you ever seen two elephant seals fuck? you don't want to. it is seal rape to the maximum. it is horrible. it is painful. it is impossible to look away. i'm sorry to say the good part of our morning was spent watching this natural, but oh so cruel, practice.
at least there's foreplay.
after the seals, we drove out to ragged point and checked out the view. on the way back we pulled off on the side of the road, pulled out the camp stove, and made some more hot dogs and beans. mmm. then matt peed off a cliff and the wind sprayed it back in his face.
haha.
for the rest of the afternoon we explored the area by car. we found a back road through the valley that went past the private ranches in the area. we turned around when we came to a flooded stream crossing.
we then stopped into town so that i could check out the cat shelter. matt had been there before and knew i'd love it. it was basically a house that had been transformed into a shelter. there were multiple rooms with 87 cats roaming free. it was AMAZING. all shelters should be like that.
we found one more scenic road to explore before we headed home. we found a nice overlook and stayed for at least an hour. we napped in the car - it was hard to tear ourselves away from this place.
one of the most beautiful places i'd ever seen. and it's just a few hours north! california really is amazing. beach, mountains, desert, countryside..all within a few hours of one another.
after googling 'good santa barbara restaurants' on matt's phone, we found a pub in the area to stop at for dinner. deLISH burgers. MMMM. then we stopped at matt's uncle's house to pay a visit to the fam. i really like them a lot, so it was nice to be able to pop in.
we jumped back in the car and were home before midnight.
nice weekend if you ask me.
the air was mild, but the wind made everything a tad chillier, and by dark we needed something to warm us up. the fire was proving difficult to maintain, so we headed into town for some hot cocoa. we took our chocolately goodness to a hotel down the road that provides beach fireplaces. we sat in front of the fire, right on the sand, and drank til we were warm again. then we headed back to camp and got ready for bed.
i was awoken in the middle of the night by a fierce, pounding, downpour of rain. i like to sleep with some rain sound fx, but this was just incredible. i probably could have slept through the rain, but it was the wind that stole my slumber. the wind gusts were so intense that the tent kept hitting me in the head. after finally falling asleep after what felt like hours, i awoke to the tent poles bending in so far that i thought the tent had collapsed. needless to say, my midnight pee was an adventure. who knows where that pee was blown to.
we woke up in a puddle, but relatively dry, thanks to our fancy new sleeping pads. kids need a tarp under the tent next time they're expecting rain..
we were lucky, though, in that the rain only came at night, which left us with two rain-free days to explore the coast. we made oatmeal, packed up camp, and headed over to see the elephant seals.
we arrived to elephant seals as far as the eye could see. there were so many of them - young, old, male, female. we were lucky enough to have arrived during the small window [a few days, at most] of MATING SEASON! have you ever seen two elephant seals fuck? you don't want to. it is seal rape to the maximum. it is horrible. it is painful. it is impossible to look away. i'm sorry to say the good part of our morning was spent watching this natural, but oh so cruel, practice.
at least there's foreplay.
after the seals, we drove out to ragged point and checked out the view. on the way back we pulled off on the side of the road, pulled out the camp stove, and made some more hot dogs and beans. mmm. then matt peed off a cliff and the wind sprayed it back in his face.
haha.
for the rest of the afternoon we explored the area by car. we found a back road through the valley that went past the private ranches in the area. we turned around when we came to a flooded stream crossing.
we then stopped into town so that i could check out the cat shelter. matt had been there before and knew i'd love it. it was basically a house that had been transformed into a shelter. there were multiple rooms with 87 cats roaming free. it was AMAZING. all shelters should be like that.
we found one more scenic road to explore before we headed home. we found a nice overlook and stayed for at least an hour. we napped in the car - it was hard to tear ourselves away from this place.
one of the most beautiful places i'd ever seen. and it's just a few hours north! california really is amazing. beach, mountains, desert, countryside..all within a few hours of one another.
after googling 'good santa barbara restaurants' on matt's phone, we found a pub in the area to stop at for dinner. deLISH burgers. MMMM. then we stopped at matt's uncle's house to pay a visit to the fam. i really like them a lot, so it was nice to be able to pop in.
we jumped back in the car and were home before midnight.
nice weekend if you ask me.
Monday, February 23, 2009
valentine's day part deux
now that we had the whole weekend + a day [thank you, presidents] to play, matt and i decided to peace out of la and go camping. we woke up on the 14th with no real plan except to grab our overnight gear and head out of the city. after deciding that going up to sequoia would be silly, as we would most likely get stuck in the snowstorm on the way back, we decided to head down into the desert and stay at joshua tree. neither of us had a strong desire to go there in particular, but a big storm was about to rock socal and we figured we should try to stay out of its path. plus, chris ladd told us that we MUST visit joshua tree.
we made our plan, went out separate ways to pack, get food stuffs together, and after a quick pit stop for some propane canisters, we finally hit the road around 3. we made good time and got to the desert before dark. we pulled up to the entrance only to see a small white sign on the ranger's window that said 'All Campsites Full'
....are you kidding me?
we just drove 2 1/2 hours to a place neither of us reaaaalllllyyyy wanted to go to..for WHAT?? to be told that we could either stay in an overflow campground outside of the park [uhh..i could camp in my backyard if i wanted to do that] or head back to la. we spent a good hour parked on the side of the road trying to figure out what to do. should we just keep heading east? hit the grand canyon? how about zion? ..our [rather, matt's] senses got the better of us, and we headed back the way we came. it doesn't help that joshua tree is in the middle of bumblefuck, usa. everything is 3 hours away.
we stopped at a local walmart to pick up some tire chains. at this point, we were ready to brave the snow and just head up to sequoia. upon arriving closer to home, though, we decided to swing by the house to pick up our pillows [sure would be nice to have those] and some water proof shoes for matt. once we got to the house, though, we didn't leave again. matt was tired of driving, understandably, and driving up into the mountains would add another 4 1/2 hours onto the 5 he had just done. we were both exhausted. we decided to wake up real early and head up the coast towards san simeon.
we made our plan, went out separate ways to pack, get food stuffs together, and after a quick pit stop for some propane canisters, we finally hit the road around 3. we made good time and got to the desert before dark. we pulled up to the entrance only to see a small white sign on the ranger's window that said 'All Campsites Full'
....are you kidding me?
we just drove 2 1/2 hours to a place neither of us reaaaalllllyyyy wanted to go to..for WHAT?? to be told that we could either stay in an overflow campground outside of the park [uhh..i could camp in my backyard if i wanted to do that] or head back to la. we spent a good hour parked on the side of the road trying to figure out what to do. should we just keep heading east? hit the grand canyon? how about zion? ..our [rather, matt's] senses got the better of us, and we headed back the way we came. it doesn't help that joshua tree is in the middle of bumblefuck, usa. everything is 3 hours away.
we stopped at a local walmart to pick up some tire chains. at this point, we were ready to brave the snow and just head up to sequoia. upon arriving closer to home, though, we decided to swing by the house to pick up our pillows [sure would be nice to have those] and some water proof shoes for matt. once we got to the house, though, we didn't leave again. matt was tired of driving, understandably, and driving up into the mountains would add another 4 1/2 hours onto the 5 he had just done. we were both exhausted. we decided to wake up real early and head up the coast towards san simeon.
:lightbulb:
i've finally got it.
i've been in a funk beyond belief since the middle of january. maybe even the beginning of january. i don't know anymore. but it's been too long, and people are noticing. matt, my parents, my friends - they know somethin's up. i've been attributing most of my depression to my lack of stimulus during the workday. i come into the office, get online, facebook, email, read kristina and marisa's blogs, facebook, burn a cd, eat lunch, blog, facebook, twiddle my thumbs, and go home.
i'm a mess.
but we've all had boring jobs before. i used to work in the music department office, for pete's sake. so how come this time i keep thinking i need some words of wisdom from zoloft's bouncing white blob?
THE SUN!!!!
just because california is a naturally warmer state than new york does not mean that we have 365 days of constant sun. january and february are just as gloomy [well, almost just as..] as most other parts of the country. yes, we have days of 75 degrees and sunny here and there, but they are not consistent enough to pull me out of this funk. all i've gotta do is make it another few weeks and i should be home free! [i hope!] WHAT A RELIEF!
MR. SUN, PLEASE COME THE FUCK OUT TO PLAY BEFORE I GO INSANE.
i've been in a funk beyond belief since the middle of january. maybe even the beginning of january. i don't know anymore. but it's been too long, and people are noticing. matt, my parents, my friends - they know somethin's up. i've been attributing most of my depression to my lack of stimulus during the workday. i come into the office, get online, facebook, email, read kristina and marisa's blogs, facebook, burn a cd, eat lunch, blog, facebook, twiddle my thumbs, and go home.
i'm a mess.
but we've all had boring jobs before. i used to work in the music department office, for pete's sake. so how come this time i keep thinking i need some words of wisdom from zoloft's bouncing white blob?
THE SUN!!!!
just because california is a naturally warmer state than new york does not mean that we have 365 days of constant sun. january and february are just as gloomy [well, almost just as..] as most other parts of the country. yes, we have days of 75 degrees and sunny here and there, but they are not consistent enough to pull me out of this funk. all i've gotta do is make it another few weeks and i should be home free! [i hope!] WHAT A RELIEF!
MR. SUN, PLEASE COME THE FUCK OUT TO PLAY BEFORE I GO INSANE.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
friday the 13th
since i can remember, my friday the 13ths have always been really good days.
[knocked on my wooden coffee table]
and this one was no exception.
friday at work was alright - nothing special, but not a particularly horrible day, if i remember correctly. i was in a really great mood on my way home and was all smiles as i got on the subway. all of a sudden this delicious odor began wafting my way. it smelled like melons. i had no idea where it was coming from, but thought the man sitting in front of me might have been up to something when i saw him bent over and the people around him staring at him out of the corner of their eyes. a young man across the aisle from me reached over towards the busy man and returned with 2 sticks of incense in his hand. turns out the guy in front of me was selling his homemade incense. the young man bought a pack of the raspberry sticks, and i asked to smell them. $1/pack? hook me up! my room now smells absolutely delicious and so does my bag where the oil rubbed off. mmmm.
i emerged from the train station, a little bummed that my bus was not waiting for me as usual. a moment later, though, i saw a sleek looking hybrid bus pulling up. there are about 15 bus bays - this fancy bus couldn't be my ride, could it?? it came to a smooth and quiet stop right in front of me. i didn't even know they HAD hybrid buses in la. i'd never seen one before. i stepped on, way too excited for my own good, and took in the fresh smell of new car. MMM! the air on the bus smelled and felt great. i wish i could have ridden it to the end of the line.
as soon as the bus started rolling away, i began to text matt to tell him my good bus fortune. mid-text, he calls me. this always seems to happen. he had just finished an afternoon of hard mountain biking, and just missed a call from world's end management. i tell him to get off the phone with me and call them back! he calls a bit later to a. tell me he's got a meeting with world's end on wednesday [yay!] which means b. he won't be leaving for australia on valentine's day anymore - he's here til wednesday. [yay again!] i'm so stoked and i rush to target to get some card supplies. matt stops by while i'm out [figures] but it's alright, because i've got card-making to do.
i spend the evening doing arts and crafts and finally playing with my cat, asha. after a week and a half of being sick as a dog, she is a brand new kitty. she literally got better over night and i am thrilled. now if she'd just stop stepping all over my valentine material...
around 8:00 or so, my front door opens and i hear matt coming up the stairs. he shows up looking absolutely splendid, with a jacket and tie, bearing a single red rose, our favorite ice cream [with cones], and a homemade card. inside the card i find out that matt has bought us tickets to see paul mccartney at coachella in april. i am beyond touched, and congratulate him on winning the gift game. my poem and underwater camera are no match for paul. he cheated. nothing can compete with paul. i can't stop smiling. we leave soon after for indian. once again, we're one of the only people there. poor place. if they ever close i don't know what i will do. but i have NEVER ever ever seen this place packed. we give them so much business, though, so we're doing what we can.
we order way too much food [as usual] so that we have enough for lunch the next day. food is particularly delicious this evening. at one point during our conversation, in response to something or other, i say "yeah, but..." matt quickly points out that "yeah but lives in india!" we both freeze and, realizing our surroundings, quickly look around and burst into laughter. whoops.
after stuffing our faces with bombay chaat, kabuli naan, shahi paneer, mint chicken tikka, basmati rice, raita, and a yeti, we peace out and return home to our ice cream. we slurp our cones, lounge around in my room, and hit the hay.
who said friday the 13th was a day of bad luck?
[knocked on my wooden coffee table]
and this one was no exception.
friday at work was alright - nothing special, but not a particularly horrible day, if i remember correctly. i was in a really great mood on my way home and was all smiles as i got on the subway. all of a sudden this delicious odor began wafting my way. it smelled like melons. i had no idea where it was coming from, but thought the man sitting in front of me might have been up to something when i saw him bent over and the people around him staring at him out of the corner of their eyes. a young man across the aisle from me reached over towards the busy man and returned with 2 sticks of incense in his hand. turns out the guy in front of me was selling his homemade incense. the young man bought a pack of the raspberry sticks, and i asked to smell them. $1/pack? hook me up! my room now smells absolutely delicious and so does my bag where the oil rubbed off. mmmm.
i emerged from the train station, a little bummed that my bus was not waiting for me as usual. a moment later, though, i saw a sleek looking hybrid bus pulling up. there are about 15 bus bays - this fancy bus couldn't be my ride, could it?? it came to a smooth and quiet stop right in front of me. i didn't even know they HAD hybrid buses in la. i'd never seen one before. i stepped on, way too excited for my own good, and took in the fresh smell of new car. MMM! the air on the bus smelled and felt great. i wish i could have ridden it to the end of the line.
as soon as the bus started rolling away, i began to text matt to tell him my good bus fortune. mid-text, he calls me. this always seems to happen. he had just finished an afternoon of hard mountain biking, and just missed a call from world's end management. i tell him to get off the phone with me and call them back! he calls a bit later to a. tell me he's got a meeting with world's end on wednesday [yay!] which means b. he won't be leaving for australia on valentine's day anymore - he's here til wednesday. [yay again!] i'm so stoked and i rush to target to get some card supplies. matt stops by while i'm out [figures] but it's alright, because i've got card-making to do.
i spend the evening doing arts and crafts and finally playing with my cat, asha. after a week and a half of being sick as a dog, she is a brand new kitty. she literally got better over night and i am thrilled. now if she'd just stop stepping all over my valentine material...
around 8:00 or so, my front door opens and i hear matt coming up the stairs. he shows up looking absolutely splendid, with a jacket and tie, bearing a single red rose, our favorite ice cream [with cones], and a homemade card. inside the card i find out that matt has bought us tickets to see paul mccartney at coachella in april. i am beyond touched, and congratulate him on winning the gift game. my poem and underwater camera are no match for paul. he cheated. nothing can compete with paul. i can't stop smiling. we leave soon after for indian. once again, we're one of the only people there. poor place. if they ever close i don't know what i will do. but i have NEVER ever ever seen this place packed. we give them so much business, though, so we're doing what we can.
we order way too much food [as usual] so that we have enough for lunch the next day. food is particularly delicious this evening. at one point during our conversation, in response to something or other, i say "yeah, but..." matt quickly points out that "yeah but lives in india!" we both freeze and, realizing our surroundings, quickly look around and burst into laughter. whoops.
after stuffing our faces with bombay chaat, kabuli naan, shahi paneer, mint chicken tikka, basmati rice, raita, and a yeti, we peace out and return home to our ice cream. we slurp our cones, lounge around in my room, and hit the hay.
who said friday the 13th was a day of bad luck?
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
my name is jose! i am peruvian!
the homeless man i pass some mornings in front of the hollywood branch library on ivar has finally decided it is time to bring our relationship to the next level.
the first time he spoke to me was the week before christmas, when he wished me a merry christmas. since then, i've kept an eye out for him, though i know i'll never miss him - if he's around, he'll let me know. with a round, tan face, he's extremely friendly, always offering a wave or a 'hello! how are you this morning?'
this morning the front of the library was particularly crowded. the doors don't open until 10 am, so, strolling through at about 9:55, i am lucky enough to catch the group right before they head in every morning. i didn't see jose, but didn't think much of it [while there are a group of monday-friday regulars, jose seems to show up just about once or twice a week]. as i passed the book depositories, though, i heard a 'hey! hey!' and turned around to see jose waving, with a big smile plastered across his grubby face.
"how you doin today?"
"good, how are you?"
"good, thank you! where are you going? you going to work?"
:proceeds to walk down the block with me:
"yep!"
"my name is jose! i am peruvian!"
"ahh -"
"what is your name??"
"jessica."
"where are you from? where do you live here?"
"other side of the hill."
"ohh, you're from here originally?"
"no. i'm from new york."
"ah! new york! why did you move here?"
"the weather is so much nicer here!"
"you like the weather here?"
"yeah! new york's cold!"
"yeah, i used to live in new york. it can be rough. the weather can be real rough. well. my name is jose! you have a lovely, lovely day."
"thank you, you too. see you soon!"
:shakes hand and kisses it:
"have a wonderful morning, baby! peace!"
now, normally, when a somewhat grungy, scrappy man follows me down the street, i keep my head forward, my headphones on, and walk towards my destination as if my life depended on it. this may be somewhat prejudiced of me...it's just that it's unfamiliar - and, really, i would be just as likely to walk quickly away from a well-dressed, clean cut 40 year old skeez ball..so i suppose i'm not judging entirely on appearance or social status...i guess my reason for normally speed walking away from strangers is that they're just that - strangers. and anyone following me down the street whom i do not already know probably does not have the best intentions. so. anyhow. my point was..
i found my run in with jose to be quite endearing and i hope that others take a minute to talk to him, too.
the first time he spoke to me was the week before christmas, when he wished me a merry christmas. since then, i've kept an eye out for him, though i know i'll never miss him - if he's around, he'll let me know. with a round, tan face, he's extremely friendly, always offering a wave or a 'hello! how are you this morning?'
this morning the front of the library was particularly crowded. the doors don't open until 10 am, so, strolling through at about 9:55, i am lucky enough to catch the group right before they head in every morning. i didn't see jose, but didn't think much of it [while there are a group of monday-friday regulars, jose seems to show up just about once or twice a week]. as i passed the book depositories, though, i heard a 'hey! hey!' and turned around to see jose waving, with a big smile plastered across his grubby face.
"how you doin today?"
"good, how are you?"
"good, thank you! where are you going? you going to work?"
:proceeds to walk down the block with me:
"yep!"
"my name is jose! i am peruvian!"
"ahh -"
"what is your name??"
"jessica."
"where are you from? where do you live here?"
"other side of the hill."
"ohh, you're from here originally?"
"no. i'm from new york."
"ah! new york! why did you move here?"
"the weather is so much nicer here!"
"you like the weather here?"
"yeah! new york's cold!"
"yeah, i used to live in new york. it can be rough. the weather can be real rough. well. my name is jose! you have a lovely, lovely day."
"thank you, you too. see you soon!"
:shakes hand and kisses it:
"have a wonderful morning, baby! peace!"
now, normally, when a somewhat grungy, scrappy man follows me down the street, i keep my head forward, my headphones on, and walk towards my destination as if my life depended on it. this may be somewhat prejudiced of me...it's just that it's unfamiliar - and, really, i would be just as likely to walk quickly away from a well-dressed, clean cut 40 year old skeez ball..so i suppose i'm not judging entirely on appearance or social status...i guess my reason for normally speed walking away from strangers is that they're just that - strangers. and anyone following me down the street whom i do not already know probably does not have the best intentions. so. anyhow. my point was..
i found my run in with jose to be quite endearing and i hope that others take a minute to talk to him, too.
ayasha*
ayasha is my new cat.
and she is sick as a dog.
a few hours after having her tubes tied, i picked her up from the vet and brought her home. she was pretty loopy, and when she finally crept out of her cat carrier, she stumbled over a couple times.
hey, you would too if you just had your underbelly shaved and your female insides mangled and tied up so that you couldn't ever have babies. and on top of that she had been microchipped and de-fleaed. poor thing.
the next day she developed a bit of a sneeze. i let it go for a day before bringing her into the vet - they told me to watch out for sneezing and lethargy. well, she had both of those times 10.
now i find myself squeezing medicine through a plastic syringe into her mouth twice a day. [i thought taking care of a cat was supposed to be easy..] the first few days were alright - she didn't seem to mind too much. now i realize that cooperation with me was not a choice. she just couldn't move. now she's getting back just enough energy to fight back. it's ok, though. i've got it under control. i'm juuuuust strong enough to overpower her.
*she's pretty tiny, and ayasha means "little one" in cheyenne.
and "asha," what she goes by, means "hope" in hindi. thanks, kash. gt would be proud.
drugged up kitty.
and she is sick as a dog.
a few hours after having her tubes tied, i picked her up from the vet and brought her home. she was pretty loopy, and when she finally crept out of her cat carrier, she stumbled over a couple times.
hey, you would too if you just had your underbelly shaved and your female insides mangled and tied up so that you couldn't ever have babies. and on top of that she had been microchipped and de-fleaed. poor thing.
the next day she developed a bit of a sneeze. i let it go for a day before bringing her into the vet - they told me to watch out for sneezing and lethargy. well, she had both of those times 10.
now i find myself squeezing medicine through a plastic syringe into her mouth twice a day. [i thought taking care of a cat was supposed to be easy..] the first few days were alright - she didn't seem to mind too much. now i realize that cooperation with me was not a choice. she just couldn't move. now she's getting back just enough energy to fight back. it's ok, though. i've got it under control. i'm juuuuust strong enough to overpower her.
*she's pretty tiny, and ayasha means "little one" in cheyenne.
and "asha," what she goes by, means "hope" in hindi. thanks, kash. gt would be proud.
drugged up kitty.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
craig newmark, bringing people together.
i don't have a cat carrier.
and i'm not well off enough to feel OK about putting money into something i'm only going to use once every few years.
matt suggested a box. or a picnic basket. or a laundry basket. and while i had a really wonderful vision of packing my cat up for a picnic, i don't currently have access to any of these passable substitutes.
i'm sure it doesn't help that i didn't really think of this until last night. when i need one today.
so i decided to take a gander on craigslist.
$10. small dog/cat carrier. noho.
BA DA BING!
perfect.
i email sale-1016402964 to see if a. the cage is still available and b. if so, can i pick it up today before 5pm?
sale-1016402964 [from here on out we will refer to him as Mike]: yes, i'm here until 4.
me: great! what is your address?
Mike: xxxxx Chandler
turns out Mike lives RIGHT across the street from me. if chandler's one-way/bus lane shiz wasn't in my way, i could walk there. but there are fences and bushes lining the bus lane, just to prevent people like me from easily retrieving cat carriers, and i can't get over them.
so i will drive.
but still.
REALLY?? of all the places in north hollywood, you live across the street from me?
craig, you son of a gun, you've done it again.
and i'm not well off enough to feel OK about putting money into something i'm only going to use once every few years.
matt suggested a box. or a picnic basket. or a laundry basket. and while i had a really wonderful vision of packing my cat up for a picnic, i don't currently have access to any of these passable substitutes.
i'm sure it doesn't help that i didn't really think of this until last night. when i need one today.
so i decided to take a gander on craigslist.
$10. small dog/cat carrier. noho.
BA DA BING!
perfect.
i email sale-1016402964 to see if a. the cage is still available and b. if so, can i pick it up today before 5pm?
sale-1016402964 [from here on out we will refer to him as Mike]: yes, i'm here until 4.
me: great! what is your address?
Mike: xxxxx Chandler
turns out Mike lives RIGHT across the street from me. if chandler's one-way/bus lane shiz wasn't in my way, i could walk there. but there are fences and bushes lining the bus lane, just to prevent people like me from easily retrieving cat carriers, and i can't get over them.
so i will drive.
but still.
REALLY?? of all the places in north hollywood, you live across the street from me?
craig, you son of a gun, you've done it again.
$1.5 billion
that's how much mark zuckerberg is worth.
he's 24.
i'm going to be 24 in less than 3 months.
so sad.
i do love facebook, though. and i remember the first day that skidmore was added. i had written a message to the facebook gods requesting that they extend their membership from just those in the ivies to the rest of us in just as elite institutions. i got a message back [do they still even do that?] which said they were working on it. a few mornings later, i woke up to
alex kasprak was my first friend. i think it's because we were the only two to have joined at that point. i think i've spoken all of 7 words to him after that friend request.
oh well. i think we're still friends to this day.
there was a point to this post that i can no longer remember.
i'm sorry.
remember when our facebook homepages looked like this?
your picture, the number of friends you were connected to through classes [what? i don't even remember that.] and the number you were connected to through other friends.
basically, how popular you were. right there, smack dab in the middle of the first page you saw when you signed in.
"hey joe, you are connected to 17 people through friends. that means you probably have 2 friends of your own and you're lame as shit."
or
"welcome, alice! you are connected to 142,533,634,221,368 people through friends. wow! you must have soooo many friends and be, like, super awesome! we want to be friends with you, too! tell us how it's done!"
and the birthday alerts, right there for you to feast your eyes on with such ease. come onnn, why'd they have to throw the birthdays down to the right, requiring me to put forth the effort to actively search for the section by scrolling? scrolling?? ugh.
why do you make me work so hard, facebook?
now i have the hiccups.
[EDIT: 12:49PM.
i remember what the point of this post was going to be. it was that last night, when facebooking craigslist-ers who were interested in the punching bag that matt was selling, i think i accidentally invited one of them to join facebook. i didn't mean to. and i don't even know if that's what i did. but, because i have my language set to pirate mode, i did something. and i'm not quite sure what.
but, it was something that i immediately guessed to be wrong as soon as "Congrats, matey! A demand to join ye ol' facebook has been sent to the livery bilge rat [insert email address here]" popped up on the screen.
whoops.]
he's 24.
i'm going to be 24 in less than 3 months.
so sad.
i do love facebook, though. and i remember the first day that skidmore was added. i had written a message to the facebook gods requesting that they extend their membership from just those in the ivies to the rest of us in just as elite institutions. i got a message back [do they still even do that?] which said they were working on it. a few mornings later, i woke up to
alex kasprak was my first friend. i think it's because we were the only two to have joined at that point. i think i've spoken all of 7 words to him after that friend request.
oh well. i think we're still friends to this day.
there was a point to this post that i can no longer remember.
i'm sorry.
remember when our facebook homepages looked like this?
your picture, the number of friends you were connected to through classes [what? i don't even remember that.] and the number you were connected to through other friends.
basically, how popular you were. right there, smack dab in the middle of the first page you saw when you signed in.
"hey joe, you are connected to 17 people through friends. that means you probably have 2 friends of your own and you're lame as shit."
or
"welcome, alice! you are connected to 142,533,634,221,368 people through friends. wow! you must have soooo many friends and be, like, super awesome! we want to be friends with you, too! tell us how it's done!"
and the birthday alerts, right there for you to feast your eyes on with such ease. come onnn, why'd they have to throw the birthdays down to the right, requiring me to put forth the effort to actively search for the section by scrolling? scrolling?? ugh.
why do you make me work so hard, facebook?
now i have the hiccups.
[EDIT: 12:49PM.
i remember what the point of this post was going to be. it was that last night, when facebooking craigslist-ers who were interested in the punching bag that matt was selling, i think i accidentally invited one of them to join facebook. i didn't mean to. and i don't even know if that's what i did. but, because i have my language set to pirate mode, i did something. and i'm not quite sure what.
but, it was something that i immediately guessed to be wrong as soon as "Congrats, matey! A demand to join ye ol' facebook has been sent to the livery bilge rat [insert email address here]" popped up on the screen.
whoops.]
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
wünderniks
i adopted a cat today.
she is a stray. she is about 7 months old. she is a black tabby. her shelter-given name is mandy. i will be changing that. promptly.
she is getting spayed today, so i can't bring her home until tomorrow.
photos coming soon.
she is a stray. she is about 7 months old. she is a black tabby. her shelter-given name is mandy. i will be changing that. promptly.
she is getting spayed today, so i can't bring her home until tomorrow.
photos coming soon.
Monday, February 2, 2009
this is SO weird.
i wish i hadn't seen this.
my days of imagining a groundhog sleepily creeping out of his hole after weeks in hibernation, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he readjusted to the sunlight are over. gone are the days i spent trying to figure out how we knew whether or not the groundhog actually saw his shadow.
THESE are the people in charge of determining when springtime comes??
ugh.
this just kills it all.
my days of imagining a groundhog sleepily creeping out of his hole after weeks in hibernation, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he readjusted to the sunlight are over. gone are the days i spent trying to figure out how we knew whether or not the groundhog actually saw his shadow.
THESE are the people in charge of determining when springtime comes??
ugh.
this just kills it all.
fumble, my ass.
that last call of the game last night was pure bull.
kurt warner was hit by lamar woodley when his arm was BACK and on its way FORWARD.
GEEZ.
INCOMPLETE. INCOMPLETE.
NOT A FUMBLE!!!
i love you obama, but that game better not have been thrown because you wanted the steelers to win..
fumble...fumble, my ass.
on a lighter note, bruce springsteen did crotch slide into a camera man.
kurt warner was hit by lamar woodley when his arm was BACK and on its way FORWARD.
GEEZ.
INCOMPLETE. INCOMPLETE.
NOT A FUMBLE!!!
i love you obama, but that game better not have been thrown because you wanted the steelers to win..
fumble...fumble, my ass.
on a lighter note, bruce springsteen did crotch slide into a camera man.
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