love my neighborhood. And my that turn of phrase I of course mean the 100 feet or so between my front door and the subway entrance on the corner. There's a pizzaria (that i've been to...once...a bodega (which is my happiness)...a dry cleaners--where a creepy man leers at me in the AM...a new unisex salon run by a chinese lady who's always sweeping and never cutting hair, and a chinese takeout where, judging by the fact that you can't see past the front counter, I think they've got all the neighorhood's runaways slaving. And then there are 3-5 brickface buildings with stoops and 2-3 stories plus the basements...but it's the people I love. I.e. I walked out of my apt this morning and the garbage man at his truck said good morning...(disclaimer: i'm pretty sure this was because on walking out of my building i released my hair from its bun and tossed it. my hair is very sexy wehn i do that. and i think he liked my sexy hair. / end disclaimer). Then, walking past the brick buildings, there's an older man who sells homemade bags by hanging them on the facade of his building. His young son/grandson was standing at an open screened window singing Twinkle Twinkle...Cute. Then, walking to the train, a man emerged from teh corner entrance of the subway singing Glory Glory Hallelujia...Howe...I think Howe wrote it. It's where Steinbeck got "the grapes of wrath".
Boo local train. boo.
German Barbarella--specifically Die Macht Der Schwarzen Koenigin is the oddest thing to listen to while looking around on the train...but strangely comforting...
I think this little japanese woman stole her shirt from an african bazaar.
Dear Person,
Saw someone who looked like you today. reminded me that tomorrow is two weeks. charge up your cellphones for a let down. Also, I was reminded that you're coming soon. why? to piss me off? No. In fact, I'm not the point of this trip at all...Hope you're not actually expecting to see me. I have plans with friends. Not people who can't get their act together.
Sorry. didn't mean to be mean necessarily. I really do like you but right after things started getting good, they fizzled...and so now...i'm stuck...and i'd rather be hanging with my friends.
where is my train?
WHY would you paint your toenails SHREK-green? did you go to Home Depot to match that, or has Universal gone to a new level?
I will never understand women (some my age) with the same awkward fat rolls I have (some smaller, some bigger) who don't seem to own a shirt that DOESN'T cling to the fat. It's not cute. And I know you're uncomfortable as I am. So buy a bigger shirt. Accept your size. Cute clothes DO come in bigger sizes!
I wish I had the time to describe everyone in my third of the car right now.
You idiot. I'm glad you fell and i'm glad i got to see it.
Got Drunk?
Biggest brown eyes
Beauty your mother will never see
in the mirror
Nose too big
Hands too small
Your face--reminder to your mother that
daddy wouldn't marry
Alone she strides in color
with you
Her music she will pass onto you.
Your thighs are skinnier than mine. So get your semi fat ass of that seat and let the sweating hard-working fat MTA employee sit down. ass.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
#6
Ugh. advil. fucking knee.
Many Moore's "Can't you just adore her" is fabulous. J'adore.
Yesterday I walked from 15th & Bway to 44th & 8th...that's 29 blocks...and 5 avenues...so about 2 miles...of course my knee hurt, but besides that...I think I have ice paks @ work...and..I think i'll be using one.
Aww I <3 wie wird ...
There's one song that i've found is perfect for both walking down the steps of my apt building in the morning, and walking down the steps of my ofice building at the end of the day. I THINK the song's called "dreamer's disease"...New Radicals...anyway...it's perfect.
Know what song makes me sad? (and part of the bass line sounds like Frog & Scorpion?) last goodbye--Jeff Buckley...ugh. it's so sad and i love it...and there was a time a few months ago that I really needed the strength that comes with acceptance and this song was perfect.
Can you be an eye donor if you wear corrective lenses? What if you're really BAD about your contacts and don't take them out until they've gotten...gross...i know...i'm lazy.
I have no idea why we just sat @ that station for so long, but whatever intercom man was saying I couldn't understand him over my music. No matter the problem, Wig in a Box ALWAYS makes it better.
There are some people I love, and others I adore.
I think it bothers some people that I turn percussionist on the subway. over. it.
"And I ain't never....I'm never turning back!"
OH this idiot forgot her stop....3 stops ago...and started yelling about it. Um...
I think it's funny that Zoloft is the name of an antidepressant. oh linguistics.
I just realized that parts of my last journal were in not English. wonderful.
I'd be lying if I said that "kiss the girl" coming on my ipod didnt' remind of me of how EXCITED i am about mermaid. Mostly for Norm, but also b/c it's one of the very few disney movie musicals that I see making the cut....and Norm...omg did i mention Norm? haha. please. someone stop sherie renee scott...when's her u/s going on? I wanna see them. dammit.
Your stroller is blocking a door in a half-empty subway car. move it. oy.
Many Moore's "Can't you just adore her" is fabulous. J'adore.
Yesterday I walked from 15th & Bway to 44th & 8th...that's 29 blocks...and 5 avenues...so about 2 miles...of course my knee hurt, but besides that...I think I have ice paks @ work...and..I think i'll be using one.
Aww I <3 wie wird ...
There's one song that i've found is perfect for both walking down the steps of my apt building in the morning, and walking down the steps of my ofice building at the end of the day. I THINK the song's called "dreamer's disease"...New Radicals...anyway...it's perfect.
Know what song makes me sad? (and part of the bass line sounds like Frog & Scorpion?) last goodbye--Jeff Buckley...ugh. it's so sad and i love it...and there was a time a few months ago that I really needed the strength that comes with acceptance and this song was perfect.
Can you be an eye donor if you wear corrective lenses? What if you're really BAD about your contacts and don't take them out until they've gotten...gross...i know...i'm lazy.
I have no idea why we just sat @ that station for so long, but whatever intercom man was saying I couldn't understand him over my music. No matter the problem, Wig in a Box ALWAYS makes it better.
There are some people I love, and others I adore.
I think it bothers some people that I turn percussionist on the subway. over. it.
"And I ain't never....I'm never turning back!"
OH this idiot forgot her stop....3 stops ago...and started yelling about it. Um...
I think it's funny that Zoloft is the name of an antidepressant. oh linguistics.
I just realized that parts of my last journal were in not English. wonderful.
I'd be lying if I said that "kiss the girl" coming on my ipod didnt' remind of me of how EXCITED i am about mermaid. Mostly for Norm, but also b/c it's one of the very few disney movie musicals that I see making the cut....and Norm...omg did i mention Norm? haha. please. someone stop sherie renee scott...when's her u/s going on? I wanna see them. dammit.
Your stroller is blocking a door in a half-empty subway car. move it. oy.
#5
oooh here goes
In Orlando, mistakenly known as the hottest place on earth, there are one or two theme parks that have been constructed to provide little-to-no shade. this, one would assume, is to increase beverage sales. however, everyone who works there knows it's actually a government conspiracy to decrease the population and get ride of a few choice internationals while they're at it. To mask their motives, many of these parks have installed fans on the corners and on queues that mist water so as too cool and moisten. As if the sweaty guests need anymore humidity, right? I mean...at least they can strip and wear next to nothing. You should see the poor employees over @ Universal's Shrek attraction..By poor I mean that yes, they're getting paid minimum wage, but also they um...well you should sympathize with them. they're wearing shrek's clothes. in the 100 degree weather. And then they made that rule at Twister that we HAD to wear USF-issued-long jeans. Not shorts. and not jeans that actually fit. we had to wear jeans apparently for inner-show-safety. UM i didn't fall once and you wanna talk about safety? go wash the rain jackets dammit they smell like jason's armpits. My least favorite Universal wardrobe moment was when one morning, Jim spilled syrup on me on the way over from the Grille. I had to walk back to wardrobe, and get new jeans...and the woman handed me jeans that were supposedly my size...um...i haven't been a size 10 since I was oh...10. And they had to dig around for new jeans for me...ew. They wouldn't fit right anyway because they taper at the ankles...my point IS that New York should invest in, and install, the misty fan things...it might piss some blackberry owners off, but at least we'd stay cool. and the market for silk shirts would die.
I have another complaint against hte city. Non-porous sidewalks. Last night it rained--poured even--and i walked from 31st and 2nd to 46th and 7th...in said rain. Now, as it's summer, I and another 89% of New York are wearing flip flops. 90% of that percent are wearing FOAM flip flps. like mine. the kind that will slip on tile. Fine, you say, stay off tile...hahahaha not that easy. Per sfortunato nella 34 strada sono molti locali con passagiatti that are non porous. You'll recognize them by their orangy marble tint. sheen. Unfortunately, the city has seen fit to install said non-porous--though very nice looking--granite on many corners, not just directly enfrente de las bodegas. In the rain, with foam flip flops, your'e gonna slip. In order to cross said material, one must focus one's mind and put all the weight into the arches of your feet so that your heels and the balls of your feet down forsake you. I however craved so strongly to go barefoot on the street. boo city. boo.
Trolman, Glaser & Lichtman: Attorneys at Law. Las Abogados Numero Uno Para Los Hispanos Heridos en Accidentes. 1-888-MARGARITA.....wait what???
I don't think "chicly" is a word...as in "Radically chic. Chicly radical." But Williamstown (BKLYN) thinks it is...
I don't understand how so many people can wear SO much white/tan/beige. 1) ew. 2) um...pen...other things? 3) public transportation. 4) sweat. 5) rain.
Yeah, i know it's cooler, but go get yourself a personal fan or something. They sell them at every corner store. $4.99-10.99 each. Invest. I do NOT however condone buying one of the disney/universal mister fans. First of all, expensive. Second, they EAT batteries. 3. huge. 4. if your kid sprays me in the face with one, YOU'RE getting shoved onto the tracks. and there's no eyes-everywhere 24-hr disney security to stop me.
Also, re: the white thing. No one's teeth are perfect. not THAT white. You're dooming yourself to ugly comparison.
And one more city of NY sidewalk complaint. Today Ali and I were walkin up Park and I slipped on non-porous concrete tile. my knee is now changing colors and my ass hurts. Other than that i'm fine ut...i mean of course, let's face it, i've gone down in a full split doing that before and i've been fine...but it still hurts...
I'm not on the subway this second, but i'll allow it. There was a huge crowd outside xanadu tonight. i'm guessing for Cheyenne Jackson (whom Bill refers to as Mizz Jackson). (side note, some spanish guy just walked by and said "Lezz-Mieez-ehr-ahb-lezz...is dat a spanishhh playyy?") Good for them. I may be against musicals based on movies (for emotionally aesthetic reasons) but it's still a creative gig. There are a lot of shows that fail--based on books, movies, original works...a painting...they all succeed or fail. They all have stage managers and actors and directors and equity contracts and stage hands and agents and tara rubin and award potential and lighting designers and fans. Nothing is completely empty. And that's an artistic beauty. And while I try to stay away from condenced emotion-turned theatrical expansion, I still respect their stage process and their right to exist. But let's face it. Somethings should never happen. A show is like a human life. It can be taken away at any moment. But it should not be denied the right to live based on who its parents are.
If one more spamalot audience member steps on my toes while skipping to "I am not dead yet" i'm going to push them into traffic.
I don't remember the last time I saw the St. James theatre sans Producers marquis. Anyone know what was playing there in May of '96? that would have been the last time.
I kind of wish--I said this before--I wish I'd found Jack Kerouac before college...I'd be one hell of a hippie bum. I love sitting in the city at night...watching different people wlak by. They think me strange for sitting here wriing, but I'd rather be the strange ny street part of their experience than sitting in my hot bedroom hating the world. There's a cool post-rain breeze right now.
One day, I say, I'll meld with these stones, these walls, these parapets, these doors--and you'll never see me look back. Because I'll be who I want to be. And you'll know I'm there.
Sometimes, sitting on these streets, I feel like I'm paying homage to a theatre god...praying if you will. But my hands never meet, and my lips never mutter. Prayer, here, is different.
A girl...13? 14? just walked out crying to her dad "whyyy did she go with Raouuuuulllll?!!?!?!?!?! *sob*"
Thank you. With you, I know I never have to worry...because I know you'll ask.
Thank god Tim Curry, Bernadette Peters and Carol Burnet were on my iPod.
Today I fell in love with a bird. at Petco. His name is Sapphire. If anyone has $550 they'd like to share, i'd greatly appreciate it. And please get Sapphire, the show off, not Disney, the bird that likes to play dead just to get a neck rub.
i'm gonna need a new subway notebook soon
Top 5 non-musical-movie sountracks (in no real order)
Pirates (1)
Godsford Park (ohhh Chris and Jeremy Northam...)
Pride & Prejudice (BBC of course)
Atlantis (Disney)
You've got mail (c'mon...cranberries AND the puppy song?)
Cheat on New York..hmm...Dear Delta...unless you're paying for my ticket to the Bahamas...oh....OHHhhh...Jet Blue OWES me a flight!!! AHHHH!!! that's amazing!!!
If I was homeless...well...I'm not very talented...I could sing along in italian to the two mexican guys at union square playing time to say goodbye on flute and violin. other than that i can play the entertainer, the rose, and some jewish wedding song on piano...and that's it folks.
In Orlando, mistakenly known as the hottest place on earth, there are one or two theme parks that have been constructed to provide little-to-no shade. this, one would assume, is to increase beverage sales. however, everyone who works there knows it's actually a government conspiracy to decrease the population and get ride of a few choice internationals while they're at it. To mask their motives, many of these parks have installed fans on the corners and on queues that mist water so as too cool and moisten. As if the sweaty guests need anymore humidity, right? I mean...at least they can strip and wear next to nothing. You should see the poor employees over @ Universal's Shrek attraction..By poor I mean that yes, they're getting paid minimum wage, but also they um...well you should sympathize with them. they're wearing shrek's clothes. in the 100 degree weather. And then they made that rule at Twister that we HAD to wear USF-issued-long jeans. Not shorts. and not jeans that actually fit. we had to wear jeans apparently for inner-show-safety. UM i didn't fall once and you wanna talk about safety? go wash the rain jackets dammit they smell like jason's armpits. My least favorite Universal wardrobe moment was when one morning, Jim spilled syrup on me on the way over from the Grille. I had to walk back to wardrobe, and get new jeans...and the woman handed me jeans that were supposedly my size...um...i haven't been a size 10 since I was oh...10. And they had to dig around for new jeans for me...ew. They wouldn't fit right anyway because they taper at the ankles...my point IS that New York should invest in, and install, the misty fan things...it might piss some blackberry owners off, but at least we'd stay cool. and the market for silk shirts would die.
I have another complaint against hte city. Non-porous sidewalks. Last night it rained--poured even--and i walked from 31st and 2nd to 46th and 7th...in said rain. Now, as it's summer, I and another 89% of New York are wearing flip flops. 90% of that percent are wearing FOAM flip flps. like mine. the kind that will slip on tile. Fine, you say, stay off tile...hahahaha not that easy. Per sfortunato nella 34 strada sono molti locali con passagiatti that are non porous. You'll recognize them by their orangy marble tint. sheen. Unfortunately, the city has seen fit to install said non-porous--though very nice looking--granite on many corners, not just directly enfrente de las bodegas. In the rain, with foam flip flops, your'e gonna slip. In order to cross said material, one must focus one's mind and put all the weight into the arches of your feet so that your heels and the balls of your feet down forsake you. I however craved so strongly to go barefoot on the street. boo city. boo.
Trolman, Glaser & Lichtman: Attorneys at Law. Las Abogados Numero Uno Para Los Hispanos Heridos en Accidentes. 1-888-MARGARITA.....wait what???
I don't think "chicly" is a word...as in "Radically chic. Chicly radical." But Williamstown (BKLYN) thinks it is...
I don't understand how so many people can wear SO much white/tan/beige. 1) ew. 2) um...pen...other things? 3) public transportation. 4) sweat. 5) rain.
Yeah, i know it's cooler, but go get yourself a personal fan or something. They sell them at every corner store. $4.99-10.99 each. Invest. I do NOT however condone buying one of the disney/universal mister fans. First of all, expensive. Second, they EAT batteries. 3. huge. 4. if your kid sprays me in the face with one, YOU'RE getting shoved onto the tracks. and there's no eyes-everywhere 24-hr disney security to stop me.
Also, re: the white thing. No one's teeth are perfect. not THAT white. You're dooming yourself to ugly comparison.
And one more city of NY sidewalk complaint. Today Ali and I were walkin up Park and I slipped on non-porous concrete tile. my knee is now changing colors and my ass hurts. Other than that i'm fine ut...i mean of course, let's face it, i've gone down in a full split doing that before and i've been fine...but it still hurts...
I'm not on the subway this second, but i'll allow it. There was a huge crowd outside xanadu tonight. i'm guessing for Cheyenne Jackson (whom Bill refers to as Mizz Jackson). (side note, some spanish guy just walked by and said "Lezz-Mieez-ehr-ahb-lezz...is dat a spanishhh playyy?") Good for them. I may be against musicals based on movies (for emotionally aesthetic reasons) but it's still a creative gig. There are a lot of shows that fail--based on books, movies, original works...a painting...they all succeed or fail. They all have stage managers and actors and directors and equity contracts and stage hands and agents and tara rubin and award potential and lighting designers and fans. Nothing is completely empty. And that's an artistic beauty. And while I try to stay away from condenced emotion-turned theatrical expansion, I still respect their stage process and their right to exist. But let's face it. Somethings should never happen. A show is like a human life. It can be taken away at any moment. But it should not be denied the right to live based on who its parents are.
If one more spamalot audience member steps on my toes while skipping to "I am not dead yet" i'm going to push them into traffic.
I don't remember the last time I saw the St. James theatre sans Producers marquis. Anyone know what was playing there in May of '96? that would have been the last time.
I kind of wish--I said this before--I wish I'd found Jack Kerouac before college...I'd be one hell of a hippie bum. I love sitting in the city at night...watching different people wlak by. They think me strange for sitting here wriing, but I'd rather be the strange ny street part of their experience than sitting in my hot bedroom hating the world. There's a cool post-rain breeze right now.
One day, I say, I'll meld with these stones, these walls, these parapets, these doors--and you'll never see me look back. Because I'll be who I want to be. And you'll know I'm there.
Sometimes, sitting on these streets, I feel like I'm paying homage to a theatre god...praying if you will. But my hands never meet, and my lips never mutter. Prayer, here, is different.
A girl...13? 14? just walked out crying to her dad "whyyy did she go with Raouuuuulllll?!!?!?!?!?! *sob*"
Thank you. With you, I know I never have to worry...because I know you'll ask.
Thank god Tim Curry, Bernadette Peters and Carol Burnet were on my iPod.
Today I fell in love with a bird. at Petco. His name is Sapphire. If anyone has $550 they'd like to share, i'd greatly appreciate it. And please get Sapphire, the show off, not Disney, the bird that likes to play dead just to get a neck rub.
i'm gonna need a new subway notebook soon
Top 5 non-musical-movie sountracks (in no real order)
Pirates (1)
Godsford Park (ohhh Chris and Jeremy Northam...)
Pride & Prejudice (BBC of course)
Atlantis (Disney)
You've got mail (c'mon...cranberries AND the puppy song?)
Cheat on New York..hmm...Dear Delta...unless you're paying for my ticket to the Bahamas...oh....OHHhhh...Jet Blue OWES me a flight!!! AHHHH!!! that's amazing!!!
If I was homeless...well...I'm not very talented...I could sing along in italian to the two mexican guys at union square playing time to say goodbye on flute and violin. other than that i can play the entertainer, the rose, and some jewish wedding song on piano...and that's it folks.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
in the middle
before bed i just need to state one thing:
if there's ANYTHING i hate about the subway, it's being TOLD to sit down when I'm perfectly fine standing up. I give you: my journey downtown today. I'm on the express between 125th and 59th. Around 116th I see a group of 3 boys -- one 18ish, the others 12ish -- performing, if you will, in the next car to our rear. doing crazy acrobatics in the train car while it's moving, spotting one another, getting some real air...great...nice...have fun. at around 96th they move to our car. now this would have been fine if they hadn't wanted the junction of the car in which I was standing. Mind you, I'm standing of my own will--there are just enough people to blanket MOST of the seats and the only way i'm gonna sit is if i squeeze my ass between this old guy and the window. i didn't feel like it. I'm standing. well this group of boys wanted my spot. i've got my ipod on, one of them tries to say something to me, but i can't hear him so i don't turn --i've got no idea they want me to MOVE-- and then one of the smaller boys POKES me in the side about 5 times before i'm able to realize he's talking to me, not bumping into me and he says "MOST RESPET'...need your space, man" and pushes me away from the pole. Now... i'm not one to get upset in the middle of the train car. But I was PISSED. One, you're removing me from the spot I want so that you can make money exploiting underage boys for their talents so you can make a little change. 2, you could have chosen one of the other two door wells on this car and you chose mine. FUCK OFF. Regardless, that nice old man moved over toward the window and patted the seat next to him so i could sit down and get out of their way. I don't understand subway acrobatics. They're unsafe, for one. if the train stops suddenly you're gonna break your neck. I don't care how good you think you are, you're spinning around on poles within inches of some people's heads with your feet, and PUSHING me away from the place I'm very comfortable in...you want to perform, go to the entrance of Central Park @ Columbus Circle like everyone else. You'll be getting no change from me. That really pissed me off.
if there's ANYTHING i hate about the subway, it's being TOLD to sit down when I'm perfectly fine standing up. I give you: my journey downtown today. I'm on the express between 125th and 59th. Around 116th I see a group of 3 boys -- one 18ish, the others 12ish -- performing, if you will, in the next car to our rear. doing crazy acrobatics in the train car while it's moving, spotting one another, getting some real air...great...nice...have fun. at around 96th they move to our car. now this would have been fine if they hadn't wanted the junction of the car in which I was standing. Mind you, I'm standing of my own will--there are just enough people to blanket MOST of the seats and the only way i'm gonna sit is if i squeeze my ass between this old guy and the window. i didn't feel like it. I'm standing. well this group of boys wanted my spot. i've got my ipod on, one of them tries to say something to me, but i can't hear him so i don't turn --i've got no idea they want me to MOVE-- and then one of the smaller boys POKES me in the side about 5 times before i'm able to realize he's talking to me, not bumping into me and he says "MOST RESPET'...need your space, man" and pushes me away from the pole. Now... i'm not one to get upset in the middle of the train car. But I was PISSED. One, you're removing me from the spot I want so that you can make money exploiting underage boys for their talents so you can make a little change. 2, you could have chosen one of the other two door wells on this car and you chose mine. FUCK OFF. Regardless, that nice old man moved over toward the window and patted the seat next to him so i could sit down and get out of their way. I don't understand subway acrobatics. They're unsafe, for one. if the train stops suddenly you're gonna break your neck. I don't care how good you think you are, you're spinning around on poles within inches of some people's heads with your feet, and PUSHING me away from the place I'm very comfortable in...you want to perform, go to the entrance of Central Park @ Columbus Circle like everyone else. You'll be getting no change from me. That really pissed me off.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
#4
The people on the train in the middle of the day are the most amusing. I think. Probably it's that they're not in as much of a rush as the AM and evening crowds. they linger more. it's like it's okay to take the local because the express isn't going much faster. Not to mention, the fewer people on teh train, the cooler the air. not to mention, yet again, it's quieter without being awkward. You're not obliged to look at anyone. But it's nice to study them sometimes.
I'm glad my once-a-week half day this summer is on Tuesdays. It's so much quieter. So many people have Fridays off early. Not me. There'd be no point what with having work at 10am the next morning. I prefer my Tuesdays. it leads into my weekend (wed. thurs) nicely. I'm not stressed into doing Friday night activities--I never was a Friday night kinda gal anyway.
My life would be perfectly happy if all i had to worry about was when the next thing's coming.
Dear Con-Edison,
You have all these ads for saving energy and email bills instead of paper bills. but your subway ads are ON paper. please do something about that.
Love,
Me.
Dear Jack Kerouac,
My mother yesterday asked me if Dharma Bums was really literature and not just an American book. Oy.
PS I wish I had found you 4 years ago. I might have grown up to be a hippie road bum and been eternally happy.
Love,
Me.
See what I mean? We're just now about to reach the 3rd express stop and the express train is just NOW catching up with us. c'mon mta.
If unemployment is SO high...which it's not actually...why doesn't the mta and hte city of NY hire people to clean the subways...i definitely just spelled "hire", "higher"...phononyms suck.
I love it when people look at me funny for popping/cracking my hips/back/neck/knuckles one the train. I'm like ummm get over it. you smell.
Dear Burgers & Cupcakes,
Your mushroom swiss burger is calling me.
Love, Me.
I'm glad my once-a-week half day this summer is on Tuesdays. It's so much quieter. So many people have Fridays off early. Not me. There'd be no point what with having work at 10am the next morning. I prefer my Tuesdays. it leads into my weekend (wed. thurs) nicely. I'm not stressed into doing Friday night activities--I never was a Friday night kinda gal anyway.
My life would be perfectly happy if all i had to worry about was when the next thing's coming.
Dear Con-Edison,
You have all these ads for saving energy and email bills instead of paper bills. but your subway ads are ON paper. please do something about that.
Love,
Me.
Dear Jack Kerouac,
My mother yesterday asked me if Dharma Bums was really literature and not just an American book. Oy.
PS I wish I had found you 4 years ago. I might have grown up to be a hippie road bum and been eternally happy.
Love,
Me.
See what I mean? We're just now about to reach the 3rd express stop and the express train is just NOW catching up with us. c'mon mta.
If unemployment is SO high...which it's not actually...why doesn't the mta and hte city of NY hire people to clean the subways...i definitely just spelled "hire", "higher"...phononyms suck.
I love it when people look at me funny for popping/cracking my hips/back/neck/knuckles one the train. I'm like ummm get over it. you smell.
Dear Burgers & Cupcakes,
Your mushroom swiss burger is calling me.
Love, Me.
Monday, June 25, 2007
#3
WHY is no one getting OFF of this train?!? Boo.
"do you suffer from frequent migraines?" "gorgeous skin" "don't let impotence ruin your sex life" "foot pain" "get smarter...right here on the subway"
White pantyhose are ugly. Especially w/ that neon pink dress.
I don't mind standing on the train. When I'm riding w/ someone else I usually stand b/c 1) I'm young and I can stand and 2) I'm not gonna be here an hour. I can bear to stand. I'll never understand the young 20-somethings or teenagers carring next to NOTHING who insist on sitting, to go one or two stops. You're going from GCT to the Bronx, sit. You're going from 42nd to Inwood, sit. You're going from anywhere to JFK, sit...but seriously people...you're not gonna die if you stand from 59th to 125th or GCT to 51st. calm the fuck down.
NTS: move shit to Jacob's desk
"I found afterwards that blunt susceptibilities are very consistent with strong propensities"
to the homeless and beggin: please, if my eyes are closed, I can't help you. If i had any change in my pocket, it owuld be yours, but I don't, so go beg on the East Side. At least you'll know they're lying.
Short mexi-talian reading hemmingway on the subway--priceless. He's not processing any of it. He's too busy checking out the tits on this chick in a pink balloon dress and silver sandals! what did i say about that!?!?!
people coming home from the pride parade are hilarious. I love all people. I love gay people. But wearing a rainbow-colored lei makes you like psychotic, not fulll of pride. Hawaii, anyone? love to. I'll treat everyone w/ a rainbow lei.
Back to the sitting. My mexitalian here just got pissed because someoen took the only seat that openeed up at the last station. Let me restate: the train's not going far and you're 20something. calm the fuck down. Plus, the guy who took the seat? looks like he should star in the Brian Fellows Action-packed Adventure film (think SNL, Tracy Morgan). I already love him more than you.
"do you suffer from frequent migraines?" "gorgeous skin" "don't let impotence ruin your sex life" "foot pain" "get smarter...right here on the subway"
White pantyhose are ugly. Especially w/ that neon pink dress.
I don't mind standing on the train. When I'm riding w/ someone else I usually stand b/c 1) I'm young and I can stand and 2) I'm not gonna be here an hour. I can bear to stand. I'll never understand the young 20-somethings or teenagers carring next to NOTHING who insist on sitting, to go one or two stops. You're going from GCT to the Bronx, sit. You're going from 42nd to Inwood, sit. You're going from anywhere to JFK, sit...but seriously people...you're not gonna die if you stand from 59th to 125th or GCT to 51st. calm the fuck down.
NTS: move shit to Jacob's desk
"I found afterwards that blunt susceptibilities are very consistent with strong propensities"
to the homeless and beggin: please, if my eyes are closed, I can't help you. If i had any change in my pocket, it owuld be yours, but I don't, so go beg on the East Side. At least you'll know they're lying.
Short mexi-talian reading hemmingway on the subway--priceless. He's not processing any of it. He's too busy checking out the tits on this chick in a pink balloon dress and silver sandals! what did i say about that!?!?!
people coming home from the pride parade are hilarious. I love all people. I love gay people. But wearing a rainbow-colored lei makes you like psychotic, not fulll of pride. Hawaii, anyone? love to. I'll treat everyone w/ a rainbow lei.
Back to the sitting. My mexitalian here just got pissed because someoen took the only seat that openeed up at the last station. Let me restate: the train's not going far and you're 20something. calm the fuck down. Plus, the guy who took the seat? looks like he should star in the Brian Fellows Action-packed Adventure film (think SNL, Tracy Morgan). I already love him more than you.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
#2
Commuting in the morning is all about finding that perfect wake up song on your iPod...a coffee substitute. This morning, my click wheel--of its own volition--found New Radicals: Mother We Just Can't Get Enough, which has a perfect blend of quick beat, appealing vocals, and a tinge of reggae to get my brain working. Or make me wish I was drinking a Piña Colada on St. Thomas.
Now where is this damn train?
The morning commute is the worst. You would expect that a Saturday would be better--but when your train unexpectedly runs express, no one wants to get off. Unless they're going to the museum. Which no one was this Saturday morning. Instead I was crammed into the car with no room to even reach my iPod so I could change it from slowwww Natalie Merchant.
AMNH
--> 8/19 GOLD
Tues 10/2 7pm lecture: Unnatural History of the Sea
Fri July 20 8:30pm $20 bat walk
A personal favorite for the commute home (we're back to my iPod now) is "Pushing Back" - Drew Sarich (Say It--which I got by not necessarily kosher means, and one of these days I'll give him the $15.99 I owe him). It's a perfect "get me out of work/the crowds/life" song. Although I don't encourage using it as an excuse to push people out of the way.
Note: please do not wear an ugly Gap-grey balloon smock wiht silver sandals. It takes away the glamour of the shoes and makes you look like your'e wearing a gown bunched up at the bottom UNDER the grey smock.
A great going-home subway song is (now, don't laugh) "Gracias por pensar a me" ("Thank you for thinking of me") - Ricky Martin. Usually I don't condone the existence of Ricky Martin, but this song is from his album "Vuelve" which was his last Spanish-only album pre-Livin' la Vida Loca hitting the market. It's got this perfect beat to it, and smooth sound that feels like going home and a happy return to love. And with the rhythm of the tracks...it's almost REALLY beautiful.
Side note: i DO recommend MOST of Vuelve (Perdido Sin Ti (I'm lost without you), No Importa la Distancia--I can go the distance, from Hercules)...
If you have holes in your back jeans pocket from waring your wallet on your ass, sew them up before you do something stupid like...try to store M&Ms in that pocket.
Reeses Pieces are better than M&Ms.
Why is there a 55-year-old man wearing a shirt that says "Bend it, Baby!"?
PS those silver sandals are Steve Madden...and you couldn't afford a more attractive dress???
Note to Self (NTS, for future reference): buy a stopwatch
PS I'm heartily proud of myself. I "took the high road" and the view was both great and amusing.
Dear 125th St. Subway station...why do you have "wet paint" signs on your cracked disintegrating tiles?
Now where is this damn train?
The morning commute is the worst. You would expect that a Saturday would be better--but when your train unexpectedly runs express, no one wants to get off. Unless they're going to the museum. Which no one was this Saturday morning. Instead I was crammed into the car with no room to even reach my iPod so I could change it from slowwww Natalie Merchant.
AMNH
--> 8/19 GOLD
Tues 10/2 7pm lecture: Unnatural History of the Sea
Fri July 20 8:30pm $20 bat walk
A personal favorite for the commute home (we're back to my iPod now) is "Pushing Back" - Drew Sarich (Say It--which I got by not necessarily kosher means, and one of these days I'll give him the $15.99 I owe him). It's a perfect "get me out of work/the crowds/life" song. Although I don't encourage using it as an excuse to push people out of the way.
Note: please do not wear an ugly Gap-grey balloon smock wiht silver sandals. It takes away the glamour of the shoes and makes you look like your'e wearing a gown bunched up at the bottom UNDER the grey smock.
A great going-home subway song is (now, don't laugh) "Gracias por pensar a me" ("Thank you for thinking of me") - Ricky Martin. Usually I don't condone the existence of Ricky Martin, but this song is from his album "Vuelve" which was his last Spanish-only album pre-Livin' la Vida Loca hitting the market. It's got this perfect beat to it, and smooth sound that feels like going home and a happy return to love. And with the rhythm of the tracks...it's almost REALLY beautiful.
Side note: i DO recommend MOST of Vuelve (Perdido Sin Ti (I'm lost without you), No Importa la Distancia--I can go the distance, from Hercules)...
If you have holes in your back jeans pocket from waring your wallet on your ass, sew them up before you do something stupid like...try to store M&Ms in that pocket.
Reeses Pieces are better than M&Ms.
Why is there a 55-year-old man wearing a shirt that says "Bend it, Baby!"?
PS those silver sandals are Steve Madden...and you couldn't afford a more attractive dress???
Note to Self (NTS, for future reference): buy a stopwatch
PS I'm heartily proud of myself. I "took the high road" and the view was both great and amusing.
Dear 125th St. Subway station...why do you have "wet paint" signs on your cracked disintegrating tiles?
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
#1
If I were a writer (and I must confess, I am not), I should seek the brightest words to form my thesis, the oldest to make the story, and the components of constellations to end the tale. For dull words will bring fatality, as the dullest stars darken the sky.
Need to Know:
1- Movie nights in Byrant Park
2- time of Tasha's late show
3- Pat Bennatar @ Six Flags
4- Nbc concert series?
5- softball tomorrow - field 2- POTO
I am happy. and you have made me eternally so. The sparkle in your eyes and the grace of your smile endear you to my heart.
I shall never understand people who fall asleep on the subway: legs crossed, purse askance, and book open.
I do not possess the talent of purposely endearing myself to others. I'm far too busy practicing my talents for finding something in myself worth it.
The written word is a commitment. True, it may be crossed or whited out or erased--but for the moment it exists it's a commitment. There is beauty in that. And while the spoken word seems truer and more fascinating because you cannot erase it from the air, inevitably it vanishes from space and one can only be held to its commitment if you deep yourself important enough to allow your speech to be recorded.
Everyone has multiple sets of values--John VanDruten says we all have one for ourselves, one for everyone else, and one for the people we truly care about and love. in other words, we endear ourselves only to our own vision, and hope that those we love will never act like "everyone else."
I despise people who saunter far too close to me on the subway platform--as if they're either going to steal my notebook or leer at my face--neither of which would be very welcome.
There's a Chuck-e-Cheese's on 125th street. Is is wrong that I really wanna go?
My grandmother dislikes people. She often does not get past "looks like rain" before she deems to hate someone. Usually I'd say the same of myself, but my mother observes that, no, I care to like some people and can forsee speaking ot them in the future. It's a problematic situation i'm in because I would love to like people, but so much of the time I doubt that they like me--i can usually tell 3 sentences in--But I'm working on that. After all, no one is hated by everyone and, as it turns out, I'm liked by many more people than i ever thought possible. I think it's that my people skills are growing up.
I hate it when a large group (school, etc) gets off the subway at the same time because, often enough, the conductor doesn't realize that the car's been emptied but not filled and, more often than i like, i emerge from the train later on with bruises on my arms. This is not Disney world, kids. The doors are not motion sensitive, and there's no time to look around. Mickey Mouse is gonna leave without you if you don't move your ass.
Can we please talk to someone about getting wireless internet and cell phone service on the subway? thanks.
Need to Know:
1- Movie nights in Byrant Park
2- time of Tasha's late show
3- Pat Bennatar @ Six Flags
4- Nbc concert series?
5- softball tomorrow - field 2- POTO
I am happy. and you have made me eternally so. The sparkle in your eyes and the grace of your smile endear you to my heart.
I shall never understand people who fall asleep on the subway: legs crossed, purse askance, and book open.
I do not possess the talent of purposely endearing myself to others. I'm far too busy practicing my talents for finding something in myself worth it.
The written word is a commitment. True, it may be crossed or whited out or erased--but for the moment it exists it's a commitment. There is beauty in that. And while the spoken word seems truer and more fascinating because you cannot erase it from the air, inevitably it vanishes from space and one can only be held to its commitment if you deep yourself important enough to allow your speech to be recorded.
Everyone has multiple sets of values--John VanDruten says we all have one for ourselves, one for everyone else, and one for the people we truly care about and love. in other words, we endear ourselves only to our own vision, and hope that those we love will never act like "everyone else."
I despise people who saunter far too close to me on the subway platform--as if they're either going to steal my notebook or leer at my face--neither of which would be very welcome.
There's a Chuck-e-Cheese's on 125th street. Is is wrong that I really wanna go?
My grandmother dislikes people. She often does not get past "looks like rain" before she deems to hate someone. Usually I'd say the same of myself, but my mother observes that, no, I care to like some people and can forsee speaking ot them in the future. It's a problematic situation i'm in because I would love to like people, but so much of the time I doubt that they like me--i can usually tell 3 sentences in--But I'm working on that. After all, no one is hated by everyone and, as it turns out, I'm liked by many more people than i ever thought possible. I think it's that my people skills are growing up.
I hate it when a large group (school, etc) gets off the subway at the same time because, often enough, the conductor doesn't realize that the car's been emptied but not filled and, more often than i like, i emerge from the train later on with bruises on my arms. This is not Disney world, kids. The doors are not motion sensitive, and there's no time to look around. Mickey Mouse is gonna leave without you if you don't move your ass.
Can we please talk to someone about getting wireless internet and cell phone service on the subway? thanks.
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