Tuesday, March 29, 2005


Craigslist - the online free-for-all for job seekers, apartment hunters, ticket hawkers, and missed connectionites - is a perfect example of what the Internet was meant to be. Craigslist is free, easy to use, has no advertising and contains helpful and useful information.

Hop onto www.craigslist.org, pick your city (lest you're from San Francisco, the birthplace of Craigslist) and away you go. Need some temp work, or even a job at a reputable place of business? Post your resume and/or peruse the want-ads.

Want to furnish your apartment for ten dollars or less? Hit up the Wanted/For Sale section.

See a Cutie on the L train and want to know more about them? Post a missed connection - you'd be surprised how many friends of friends read these things and you will be found!!

Finally, in case you are wondering why I'm saying such nice things about craigslist, a service that everybody (unless you're dead, then you're not reading this) knows about, it is because I very recently partook in the festival that is Craig’s List. I needed to get rid of a trusty, faithful, and enormous computer, in time for my guests to arrive and without any transportation to take it somewhere.

Should you need to get rid of a big & old computer, do what I did. Post an ad, then sit back and wait. People will email you and they will want your computer! A nice person will come to your home, hand you cashish, and take away your boxy-but-works-great HP 8660.

Thanks Craigslist! And thanks, Rod. You both made my Saturday great.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Ice Walls

Awhile back, BFF Randi sent over a link to something called the Ice Wall. (She'd heard about it on the radio.) So naturally I clicked the link and found on the World Wide Web a whole new world waiting for me.

Maybe I'm behind the times, maybe its that I've previously resided in warmer climes, not sure. But, I've definitely never seen nor heard of an Ice Wall until recently.

This ice wall was created with pipes that pipe water out and up, like a fountain or a garden hose. As the water comes out, it freezes over, then more pipe is added, more water freezes over, and so on. Eventually, a tall and wide structure is born. At this point, people may or may not decide to climb the ice wall, pour paint in the pipe to create colors, or devote a website to it. This ice wall is a huge (and I mean huge!) 150 feet tall, or higher, and 80 feet wide, or wider.

Ice walls can range in size, however. There are smaller versions created in people's backyard, by dripping hoses, and other ice walls have been created in nature as either art or to climb.

I want to post a link to the site, but here is the thing. These people who make the website are how shall I say? They are a little bit anti-everyone. They are kind of like a militia, or people who live in very remote parts of the country. They don't want to draw too much attention to themselves, their projects, or the fact that they refuse to pay taxes. However, until they email me and ask me to take it down, I resist. I bring you hours of websurfing entertainment from the nether regions of Alaska.


Tuesday, March 22, 2005

A nickels worth of free advice

Make an appointment to get your teeth cleaned. If you haven't had a cleaning in more than six months, its time.

This public service announcement was brought to you buy Cod's teeth which are once again pearly and white.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

The Cult of Cheerfulness

I was talking with a friend of mine who brought up the "cult of cheerfulness." I'm not sure of the origins of the phrase - she mentioned it in terms of a student who was writing her dissertation on the idea and American's proclivity towards such behavior.

In any case, the phrase has stuck with me for a number of reasons. I find that I am a huge proponent of the idea of being cheerful. General tension and moodiness turns me off and disrupts harmony. If you're in a bad mood keep it to yourself.

But that's totally unrealistic, number one, and a disservice to society and real relationships, number two. Why should anyone have to be happy all the time? What is the benefit of being happy if you are never sad? Can you be one without the other?

I've been asking myself this a lot lately and haven't really come up with any answers, other than I think there is a place for cheerfulness as well as a place for moodiness.

At the same time, however, these moments of general discontent and unhappiness - why are they my problem at all? Does it lead to repressed feelings of anger if you don't let everyone in the world know you are in a bad mood? Again - isn't it sometimes better just to keep it to yourself?

Friday, March 18, 2005

I went out for saint patrick's day and all I got was this lousy...

St. Patrick's Day, what is it and why do we celebrate it?

According to the first site that pops up when one types in St. Patricks day on Google, this is what we're celebrating. (I've taken the liberty of cutting some information for the sake of brevity.)

"The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385. His given name was Maewyn...[U]ntil he was 16, he considered himself a pagan. ...[H]e was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that raided his village. During his captivity, he became closer to God. He escaped from slavery after six years and went to Gaul where he studied in the monastery ... for a period of twelve years. During his training he became aware that his calling was to convert the pagans to Christianity. He traveled throughout Ireland, establishing monasteries across the country. He also set up schools and churches which would aid him in his conversion of the Irish country to Christianity. He died on March 17 in AD 461. That day has been commemorated as St. Patrick's Day ever since."

Wow. Who knew?

In any case, what we, in NYC are celebrating on St. Patrick's Day is not so much the conversion of pagans into Christians, but rather the abundance of drink specials and free green beaded necklaces.

Here's to you, Maewyn. Thanks for the mid-March reason to party.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

By The Way

If you want to know what Pass the Pigs is, you can play online by clicking here.


spon·ta·ne·i·ty n. pl. spon·ta·ne·i·ties

1. The quality or condition of being spontaneous.
2. Spontaneous behavior, impulse, or movement.

I love me an impromptu party - especially when pizza is involved. I feel like sometimes, now that I'm getting older (not that old, mind you, still young enough to get carded in a bar, but older) I'm less and less spontaneous. I've generally got a plan and I stick to it. I have this event on Monday, that event on Thursday, and in between I need my "downtime."

But when the weather starts getting nicer, when the days are a little bit longer, I find it's a little easier to change up my plans at a moments notice and go wherever the day takes me.

Even if it's just home for a little pizza, beer, and pass the pigs.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005


What a bittersweet day - so wonderful to see Cindy, Omar (recently engaged!) and HungLy - but so sad to see the Cal Bears lose the Holiday Bowl. Posted by Hello

Monday, March 07, 2005

People are Strange

When I was in high school or college, if you were to have asked me who my favorite bands were (aside from Pearl Jam of course - see below) I would have said The Doors and Led Zeppelin.

Curiously, I found, after taking a Doors class at UC Berkeley (the best school in the whole wide world) that I actually didn't love the Doors. In case you're doubting - yes, I took a Doors class in college. One could take an elective (and probably still can) run by students called a D-Cal - a catchy name if you know that UC Berkeley is also called Cal. I chose to take a class about The Doors.

Unfortunately, what I found through in taking this class was that although I loved the movie the Doors (a 1991 film directed by Oliver Stone featuring the lovely and talented Val Kilmer) I actually didn't care that much for the music by this band.

They really weren't around long enough to produce excellent music, and were destroyed by egos and drugs before they had the chance to withstand the test of time. Really, if the Doors were around now they would be just about the same caliber as Bush or Matchbox 20.

Also, Babe has this really adverse reaction to the song "The End" by said band that I think contributes to my current disengagement.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

sittin here restin my bones

i love otis redding.

just chillin today out on the long island. i guess technically i'm in long island - but here on the east coast, you'd say i'm on long island. not much going on, sister angela is in town visiting from sunny san diego. we've been chilling with niecey poo and sister sandhya, and even some brother in law. babe is off boarding the slopes of vermont - i'm sure he's having a blast.

this house that i'm at is on sound beach, its really far out here - like 2.5 hours east of nyc. its just us and the long island sound - so perdy. far far away you can see connecticut - otherwise, nothing but us and ocean, baby. this house is like a ship, all windows on the north side of the house, and we are the last house on the cliff, hanging over the ocean. so nice!!
i'd post pics, but dont have them so you'll have to picture it.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Big Puffy

Big Puffy is my jacket. It's not a coat, no, that would be too stylish a name for it. It's just a big, black, shapeless jacket, one which makes the wearer look like a big round apple, but feel snug as a bug in a rug.

With windchills down in the 20s, and old snow melting everywhere, dripping off of roofs and awnings, I would just like to give a shout out to my jacket. Big Puffy. Thanks for everything.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Two Indies

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Its the best movie I've seen in long time. Kate Winslet is mighty easy on the eyes, too. One of those haunting indie films that you could watch over and over, like Lost in Translation. Lotsa people thought it was confusing, I can't say that I did. If you pay attention to Ms. Winslet's (called Clementine in the flick) hair color you can easily figure out how the narrative is working. Got that?

Napolean Dynomite

All I can say is watch it. Its so funny. Classic lines include but are not limited to "vote for me and all your wildest dreams will come true."

is what ND dancing reminds me of.