- 28 September 2004 -
The danger of writing things down while intoxicated is that later on you
find and read them:
what is undiscovered? I do not wish to be taken seriously
wish to be serious and occasssonally [sic] to be taken ---
THANK YOU DRUNK-O KATIE for that apparently vital message. Now, shut
- 25 September 2004 -
Hallo! I am making with the drinky-drinky and picture-uploady! Why am I more competent
with this code-crap when I am slightly tipsy? Something is amiss. I have noticed finally
that this looks like crap on IE and probably elsewhere, too. I may fix that eventually. In
the meantime, go download Safari, punks.
more glasses, approximately as much narcissism as ever.
We love the camera! The camera goes zoom! Three cheers for the camera, et cetera, back to
my beer now, later.
- 24 September 2004 -
Monica gave us a game for the ol' Gamecube called Harvest Moon: It's A
Wonderful Life. It's one of those Sims-like deals where you just do
normal things, but this one is based on farming (and eventually getting
married and having a family and so on). So now when someone's playing
Gamecube, instead of hearing "Shit! I can't kill this thing and it
keeps breathing flames at me!" you just hear "Dammit! Why can't I wash
cow??" It's a good time.
- 23 September 2004 -
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
ok that's done with.
I was away last week: two nights at mom's apartment, two nights at
grandparents' house, three nights at dad's house, then back. Whirlwind
and so on. Somehow doubled my clothing while I was there so it was
fortunate I'd packed lightly in the first place. We ate out at, like, a
zillion restaurants. Pumpkin pie! It is truly fall. Except for the 80
degree part. The cats all seem giant because they are normal-sized and
I have grown accustomed to our inexplicably wee cats here. The end.
Top Model started yesterday! Fondue! Bitch poured BEER on her WEAVE!
- 10 September 2004 -
Can I tell you how I am stupid? Can I tell you how in an effort to be
law-abiding and good I changed my voter registration from Ohio to New
York since I no longer had a valid excuse to vote by absentee ballot?
Even though obviously no one would bother investigating if I had stayed
registered in Ohio? Can I tell you how I swear I am moving to Canada or
Iceland or a small cave if John Fucking (oh wait, is it Forbes?) Kerry
is not president come January? Oh, DAMN.
Tiffany changed her
registration from Florida to New York, too, but she had to in order to
get her new license, so that is different. Man. OMG guys! the
electoral college SUX!!1!!1!@!!
Another Trip to Strand
or, When there was only one set of footprints, it was then that my
Mastercard carried me
Before Recollection - Ann Lauterbach
Selected Poems - Czeslaw Milosz
Sweeney Astray - Seamus Heaney's translation of Buile
Selected Poems(?) - Robert Lowell
Read, read, read. Read. Write? No, read.
- 8 September 2004 -
Good lord, I have to type something here so that yesterday's What I Did
Today in Kindergarten post isn't the first on the page. Make me
Today is Monica's birthday. So far, Frances has given her torrential
rain, and the MTA has given her NO TRAINS ANYWHERE. She generously
shared these presents with us all! My no-train gift became even more
lovely as I left
the F train station to go look for a different train and passed what
appeared to be a large, reeking quantity of human crap on the staircase
out. Thank you, no. I am assuming that is what it is because I like to
think even the most delinquent dog owner would clean up dog-waste from
the freaking subway stairs. Whereas a person crazy enough to crap on
the steps would most likely not. Moving on now. Sorry.
Last night for Tiffany's birthday we went (also Greg) to see
Wicked, which she has seen before, but we had not. I did enjoy
it once I stopped being so over-thinky.
Tiffany: "Can I just say it is incredibly stressful to watch this
sitting next to you two?"
Greg: "Yeah, during the really quiet parts, you can actually HEAR the
The truth is that I am always suckered the exact way one is supposed to
be suckered by the spectacle, and so I become belligerent, and spend the
entire time practicing deliberate skepticism. Once I get over thinking
about what I am meant to feel and how transparently they are trying to
make me feel it and how other simpler forms of
performance/literature/art are inevitably far more immediately and
effectively emotionally engaging for me and BLAH BLAH THINKITY BLAH I
like most spectacle just fine, thank you. Calm the brain. Calm it.
Then I went home and had a whiny tantrum 'sode about the house smelling
of catbox and being dusty and the tomatoes we just bought Saturday being
unsalvageably covered in gray fuzz. I apologize.
- 7 September 2004 -
This week is the first of four consecutive weeks during which I never
work a full five-day work-week. Yesss!
Saturday night I went to Coney Island with Roban and Emily, since I had
shamefully never been there even once. We rode the enormous ferris
wheel and looked out at all the seedy sparkle of the park, and then we
ate all the fried foods known to man, and then we went home.
Sunday I got my hair cut in more or less the same way it had been cut
before except less poofy and more short, which is good. I meant to
of something new but I panicked. Later on there was real Scrabble and
then fake Scrabble (Screwble?) with a bunch of Swatpeople with whom I
would not normally hang out but who all turned out to be good company.
It was chilly. We borrowed sweatshirts and swathed ourselves in
Monday! Tiffany's honorary birthday celebration: bowling with people at
Port Authority, Indonesian food, cupcakes and vodka. I made a
miraculous comeback during the second game and won with a score of 135
(possibly the highest score of the night? oh, sad.) after getting three
strikes in a row. Apparently, this is a "turkey." Who knew. Also,
Looking forward to: new season of Everwood, trip home to Ohio, new
season of America's Next Top Model, birthday.
Secret: bought Tiffany a digital camera for her birthday (which is
actually today. Right now!!) so now there will be photographage more
- 3 September 2004 -
YO YO YO!
See how it is three days in a row now? We are working up to substance,
bear with us. Later on we will also work on functionality and design,
but please not to hold your breath.
I have a secret! I will tell you about it next week!
The glasses-vertigo has mostly dissipated, so I did not fall off the
curb once on my way to the subway this morning. However, I am still
reveling in the fun of vision, so I tend to slide the glasses down and
up my nose as I walk: "seeing... NO seeing! seeing... NO seeing!
SEEING again!" I imagine this will rapidly grow less exciting.
I am just like everyone else: here is a link to the relationship quiz posted all over the place.
Apparently, I am a Rock of Gibraltar: Reserved Practical Intellectual
Giver. This should work out well, given that Tiffany is a Reserved
Practical Intellectual Taker.
- 2 September 2004 -
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Whoa. Cool. There's all this stuff around... for... looking at? And
now I can look at it. It boggles the mind.
Also, something is funny with my balance and peripheral (sub-ipheral?)
vision and the ground surprises me when I walk and I feel like my legs
are very short, or perhaps like my torso is just missing. I feel short.
And stumble. Let's hope this improves.
- 1 September 2004 -
Greeties from Manhattan, where I live, where I work, where absolutely
everything is going just as splendidly and smoothly as ever, no, wait, I
must be thinking of somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Last week I went to the optometrist again, a different optometrist, one
who (like the last one) initially did not believe that I could not see
but who was brought around to my way of seeing things (poorly!) after
the eye exam. I should be able to pick up my glasses by the end of the
week, when I will commence looking a little more like a generic jackass
librarian hipster than I am really comfortable with. I will also
commence being able to see which train I am boarding before I actually
board it. Three cheers for technology! Very old technology!
Air America is
broadcasting just down the street this week and I keep meaning to go
down and harass them (in the supportive way!), but I have not yet done
so. They say Chuck D will sign my body! Why would I want Chuck D to
sign my body! I do not know.