Friday, September 30, 2005

Mega-millions

I felt like I won the mega millions jackpot this morning. Our good pals came by to pick up the lovable sofa and they LOVED the apartment! (I mean, I know I love it, but it sure is nice to hear that other people love her, too.)

THEN I went outside and the weather is effing perfection people. Oh Christ it could bring a tear to the eye. Crispy breeze, delicious sunshine, not a cloud in the sky. Mellow 60 degrees. I got me jeans on peeps. ME JEANS!!!! First time since the summer began.

THEN I was standing outside the ATM vesitbule (jill goodacre) calling my bank. It's like scratching off a scratcher ticket - did I or didn't I? Come on, big money, big money - I DID!!!! PAYDAY TODAY! ONE DAY EARLY!

(not to mention the obvious, that it is Friday.)

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Full of...

I was told yesterday that I am full of myself.

Joking or not, being that the aforementioned is likely true, I've been turning the idea over in my mind.

At first I thought - ouch. That's kinda mean. But, considering I had just called the person who said it an idiot, I quickly move on from this idea.

Then, self doubt creeps in. Is this what everyone thinks? God!, That Coodencia, she's so damn full of herself? Well, I certainly hope not.

Finally, I realized a couple of things...

A#1 - Clearly, I am full of myself. I have here this weblog that I adore where I just pontificate and expound my views on pop culture, NYC life, and my own self to the world. For no reason other than I like it. Likewise, I spend alot of time thinking about ME. I think about my life, how much fun I have, how much I love my man. Oh. That last one doesn't fit but when I think of me, I think of him, too. I work hard at work, I am constantly going to school and volunteering for things - for self-improvement and to live life to the fullest. Full of myself? Yes, I am.

B#2 - More people should be full of themselves. You only get one shot at this world, people. Save your religious afterlife BS, I'm talking the here and now. You should spend as much of it as possible doing what you can to make you and the people around you better. Full of yourself? You should be.

C#3 - There are worse things to be. Self deprecating, self loathing, or worst of all - The Martyr. You get no points from me for doing everyone else's work for them. Focus on you - the result will be that you are a much more effective and interesting person and you will learn from people and they will learn from you.

Truth be told, I'd be sad if you thought I was full of myself "in a bad way." I'd prefer - she's full of herself, not that there is anything wrong with that.

Cuz in the end, aren't we ALL full of ourselves? I mean, really.

LALALALALA

WEEE!!

It's back, it's back.

Guess what I'm doing while I sip my morning coffee?

Watching NY1! People in Hell's Kitchen get up early, man. The TWC guy was here at 7:30AM, though not scheduled to come until tonight after work. But I'm not complaining.

Get ready peeps. The inane television tips and reviews are coming soon.

Stay tuned.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

end of day

a little late for a post, i know. i got in trouble for not updating and was asked by babe why i "hate" my blog.

i went to the metlife building today, the sky club. sounds fancy, huh? know why? cuz it is. damn fancy. fucking fancy as they say around here. i could see the entire city and both rivers. takes the breath away. or that could have been the elevator which went from the lobby to the 50th floor so fast i dont even want to think about it.

we had a long converation at lunch today about the difference between fruits and vegetables. don't ask. anyways, i said that if it has seeds, its a fruit. if not, its a vegetable.

any takers?

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Hotcakes

Do you know what sells like hotcakes in NYC?

Magazines. I don't know if this is a distinctly NYC phenomena, or if this happens in all places, but go try and find the Forbes 400 Richest right now and you probably won't be able to find it.

Similarly, when Jenn's tell-all came out in Vanity Fair, I bought the LAST copy at the newstore. The LAST one. The person who looked for it after me - well they couldn't get one, could they?

Then, and this happened not once, not twice, but a few weeks in a row, I went to pick up my NY Times sunday edition - and there was not one left in the whole damn neighborhood. They'd sold out like...

well, hotcakes.

Monday, September 26, 2005

I'm going to become a drummer

So I can be just like Meg White.

Just got back from the dang White Stripes concert and they rocked the hizouse. Jack White is the sickest guitar player I've ever seen in a live show and Meg White is HOT.

They played so many great jams, and I knew almost all of the songs. The venue was a minor league ball park out in coney island - double siiick. I could see REAL well and all around just dug it.

So Meg White. Now, I've heard the naysayers, per uzh. "Everyone can do what she does, she's not that great of a drummer." First of all, shut up. Second of all, anyone who has said that has never seen these two in concert. Talk about chemistry. Sister or not, (Yeah, right), they are totally on the same page and they rock HARD in unison.

She's got this bitchen 50s thang going on, really feminine pretty, but then she fucking bangs on the drums so hard you think her head might fly off of her shoulders and go careening off stage.

Thumbs up to the stripes, yo.

Friday, September 23, 2005

no, word to YOUR mother

Another one bites the dust. Another week, that is. Man oh man this one was a rabble rouser, wasn't it?

I knew I was losing it when I literally started firing off angry posts to the anonymous passer-by who got mad at my eyeshadow post (see below.) It's because I was here at work for many many hours yesterday and the day before. We had our first board meeting, see, and I was feeling a little stressed, frankly.

But today dawns a new day. What? It's already lunch time.

Today it's Friday, and for Friday, I'd like to offer up a gaggle of haiku (non technical term for 3 haiku).

Thank God it's Friday
thought this day would never come
We made it, bitches

what a week it was
will all weeks be like this one?
wondering aloud

a trip to target
unpacking boxes sunday
seeing white stripes, too.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Siiiiiiiiiiick

This is totally rad, you guys:

Burning Man Comic Book

Enjoy! (And thanks to peaches for finding it and sending the link!)

2 random tips

what would you do without my tips? how would you know which social mores to follow?

  • make-up tip #1 - your eyeshadow should prolly not match your shirt - particularly if your shirt is lavender, but also just in general. your eyeshadow should compliment your eye color and your overall "look." that being said, lady on the train with the blue shirt and the blue eyeshadow - you've been warned.
  • typos - typos are funny in emails to your friends - like when babe said "you're a bus woman over there!!" as opposed to busy woman. Hahaha. But in your web log, you should prolly give her the ole spell check. believe me - i know.


'tsall for now.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

television

television, television, television, television

oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light,
submerge in electric waves,
I need my connection to the world outside

- Bad Religion

So having moved into my glorious new one bedroom apartment with its brand new flooring and appliances I'm just dyin' for things to be perfect. Oh perfect, why do you allude me so?

My stove, micro and dishwasher still aren't hooked up. Boxes full of clothing abound. Why is there still plaster on the floors from horribly sloppy workerbees? But - I'm not complaining about any of these things. It takes time, it will happen. Every day me and Babe or Babe and I do a little bit more - baby steps.

But my TV. We have no TV until the end of the month. Where are you, Pat Kiernan on NY1? Where are my friends reruns? What if I miss the season premiere of Desperate Housewives? Could the packers be playing this Sunday on TV? How funny was Ellen hosting the Emmys?

I don't know.

Because I didn't see.

TV!!!!! Where are you???!!!! I miss you.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

MTA

I'm such a subway rider. Dudes, I totally have an unlimited pass.

Today, I was reading my anti-americanism book on the E train on my way to work when all of a sudden....the train was delayed due to a sick passenger. Some things never change.

Still, the subway is worlds better than BART, the way I used to get to work in the Bay. BART was known to simply stop all together for hours at a time or chug along at a snails pace, invariably on the days you had meetings. Plus there was always the irrational fear of being stuck on the bottom of the bay if BART decided to stop en route to San Francisco.

More updates on the new place to come. It's so nice. You'll love it.

Monday, September 19, 2005

kinda gross


kinda cute

strange photo of baby porcupines.

moved all weekend, that was awesome. thank god for babe's coworker matt or we wouldn't have made it out alive. in any case, the new place is awesome. its so dope - new appliances, new floor, new everything. our bed was delivered on sunday morning. deeeelicious. i'll keep you posted as things progress. right now its a maze of boxes and i'm really tired, but i like it. you will too!

Friday, September 16, 2005

Friday

Man oh man, who doesn't love Friday? Cool wind in your hair, fresh pina colada and the setting sun right over the water.

Wait, what?

Just a quickie note to say hello and i totally gdman made it through the week! i'm moving tomorrow - me and babe are packing up and shipping uptown. Hell's Kitchen here we come! They won't know what hit em.

We're selling the couch - if you need a couch, let me know.

OOH but on a much more serious note - I'm reading a book for my new major called "anti-americanism" and wow is it ever enlightening! suffice it to say, i had several AHA moments last night as i was reading about our neighbors to the south and how they have been adversely affected by our years of imperialistic policies.

put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

voting follow up

Well, almost none of the people I voted for won. I'm just saying. Brian Ellner didn't win. Leslie Crocker Snyder - not so much. Weiner didn't get enough votes for a run off. Um what else...

Gotbaum is still the public advocate (I voted for Norm).

I don't know what a Surrogate is. That was on the ballot. Let's look it up, instead of packing a box or reading any of my homework....

From the Gotham Gazette:

Surrogate's Court Judges oversee wills and estates and also consider adoptions in New York City. Earlier this year, Brooklyn Surrogate's Michael Feinberg was kicked off the bench for corruption, and three Democrats are now seeking the Brooklyn seat. In Manhattan, a sitting Surrogate's Court Judge has reached the mandatory retirement age of 70, so two Democrats are seeking that seat.

well there ya go.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

burning man

dammit, i didnt go. now i'm kicking myself in the face and sad sad sad to have missed it. i try to have my own little burning man every day but ... well theres only so much sand and art i can fabricate.

i'm reading up on the burner love and hijinks from various places. i'll be seeing all of you and the playa next year.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

voting

dang what is funner than voting? i can think of fewer things.
i know, i know, there are all kind of haters on elections and on politicians and blah blah blah blah blah.
to you i say whatever. stupid george bush is president because of such attitudes.
anyways, that was not the point of this post to hate on the naysayers. No.

The point was to say YAY to voting. Today I voted in my primary elections and I read up in my little pamphlet that came in the mail and chose some I think delicious little candidates for various public offices.

Holla!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Don't act like you don't do it!

Today's Urban Dictionary Word of the Day:

Side Buttoned

The term used when you call someone and they hit the ignore button on their cell phone, to avoid speaking with you.

oh baby

I'm soo tired....

(Jane's Addiction)

How bout you? Stinks to start Monday feeling like you worked all weekend. Whats more, it sucks to work all weekend. But, kids, the fun is just beginning. Babe and I moved half of our things this weekend which is totally awesome. My new place is fantastic. You'll love it.

I finished the god forsaken paper that I started last week. Now I just have to turn it in. It's late. I've never turned in a paper late before. Stranger things have happened.

Today is my first day of school. I picked out my outfit with that in mind. Mike pinned a card with my name on it to my blouse this AM.

Blouse. Haha.

Out of spoons this morning. Eating my yogie thats been dyed with peruvian bugs with a fork.

Some good news please?

OH YEAH! But I did go out on Saturday and that was really fun. Ended up at this NYU bar that reminds me of Kips in Berkeley. Its an outdoor joint on 3rd Ave just below St. Marks. The drinks are so cheap the place is made for college students. But for $3 a glass of wine, its worth a look-see.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Complete this Sentence

My favorite time to smoke cigarettes is when _________________________________.

Even if you always/sometimes/never smoke cigarettes, if you've only have five, or had 1 million and five, I feel as though everyone has a favorite time to enjoy a delicious and refreshing cigarette.

It could be, for example, "sunrise at Burning Man, after a full night of partying."
Or, the tried but true, "after sex."
Or, for some, "when I'm nervous, getting ready for an interview/play/game."
Or, even, "well, I've never smoked a cigarette, but I imagine my favorite time to smoke a cigarette is when I win a million dollars."
Or, for BFF and the Kryst-Child, "when I have a delicious glass of red wine."

But for me, I would complete the sentence with, "I'm writing a paper."

So, My favorite time to smoke cigarettes is when I'm writing a paper.

Do you know what I did last night? I wrote a paper. Do you know what I didn't do last night? Have a god damned cigarette.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

a quick note

as i'm drowning under the weight of four converging roles/assignments:
1) co teaching a class that starts tomorrow on the topic of illegal immigrants in nyc. know any? if you are one, drop a comment in the comment box. i'd love to talk to you.
2) taking a class that starts on monday and all the registration & book buying & tuition jargon and rigamaroll that goes with it.
3) have a monster paper due on friday that has been through the mill and is killing me slowly.
4) my actual job that i am paid to do with a thousand tiny little deadlines
OH AND MOVING to my new pad!

So i just wanted to say, in all of this, that your daily candy for the day is to watch the HBO series Entourage. It's a delightful comedy about four guys from Queens, one of them who makes it big in Hollywood. So they all go with him to LA. It's cute and funny and doesn't require any sort of brain power.

As Babe puts it, "they just hang out, drink and smoke, and get girls."

Monday, September 05, 2005

labor day: celebrating working hard since 1887.


After my extensively restful labor day experience, spent frolicking in the country I thought I would entice you with the juicy details about why we celebrate labor day.

Labor day is a celebration of ... well, nothing really. It doesn't really commemorate anything, it doesn't honor any victory, or mourn anyone's passing, or celebrate anyone's life. It doesn't remind us to do anything or feel anything or buy anything. There are no labor day cards or cakes.

It's just a day to BarBque.

"Labour Day (or Labor Day) is an annual holiday that resulted from efforts of the labour union movement, to celebrate the economic and social achievements of workers. (see also May Day) "
labor day

Friday, September 02, 2005

pointing fingers

personally, I'm glad the mayor and other representatives from down south are publicly denouncing the way the administration and others are responding to the catastrophic natural disaster that is happening right now.

how come there isn't a little green ribbon on every website where you can click to donate? and how come their isn't a benefit concert on TV and every email oughta at least bring up the subject in the first line or two. i work for a major institution and our web page doesn't mention said crisis. yet.

could it be partially because our idiot president hasn't "gotten behind" this relief effort? what is going on with him?
Michael Moore is mad about it, so are plenty of other people. i don't think a tragedy like this is a reason to "get all political" or start pointing fingers, but it is a little appalling that our-fellow-Americans are being treated like they aren't American at all.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

big day




Get a load of Debbie Harry. She still totally rocks. Checked out a free concert in WSP (I told you about it, remember?) and saw not only Blondie but Bouncing Souls. All right.

Then I went to see fantasma de la ópera. There's a classic for you. A lot different than the CBGB concert, but some similarities, in regards to the era being represented. The opera was totally 80s and so was Blondie. See what I mean?