Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Thank god its over.
Friday, December 23, 2005
The first day home for Christmas went off fine. I bought a Christmas tree with my Dad, installed virus software on his computer for him (talk about the blind leading the blind!) ate indian food, nachos, triple cream, cashews, egg nog, wine, home made caesar salad, and quiche. I am off to a swimming start in the healthy eating department.
Updated to add: I'm no sure what's up with this spacing, I'm doing this on my Dad's laptop. Take it as a sign of the wide amount of figurative space surrounding neworquina as she enters day two in close quarters with her parents.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I supposed its payback for the guy who charged me for $ 5 toll coming from Kennedy and going to the Lower East Side when there is certainly no toll if you take the Manhattan Bridge.
Maybe its the transit strike and the fact that I am prevented from entering into the holiday fray, or maybe its the fact that I did a decent amount of physical activity over the weekend, but this week, the holiday gloom has lifted and I have founded myself to be moderately chipper . I'm facing the holidays with bemused resignation instead of dread.
All that notwithstanding, last night found me at home weeping, (weeping!) while watching Sex and the City reruns. It was the one where Aidan and Carrie break up, for the final time. Maybe it bore a passing resemblance to my last break up (now almost a year ago) or maybe they just made the process of walking out of the apartment of someone you love appear very real and believable. In any case, there I was on the couch, with spiked apple cider, wiping the hot tears from my face, and thanking god that no one was actually sitting there next to me to see my foolishness.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
When its just you in the office you can blast Doris Day really loud without making anyone angry. Except yourself. That Doris. She troubles me.
Friday, December 16, 2005
These slights notwithstanding I usher I'm So Pretty into the blogroll.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
I know of course that I have less than nothing to be sad about. But there it is. It's sad all the same, and it manifests itself in little thoughts such as: What am I going to do about my future career plans? If I am so eager to leave my job, why haven't I figured out the next step? Why am I not in a relationship? Why is my default condition so solitary? Not an original set of complaints, I admit. And I don't think really that its about complaints, or anything in particular that is wrong about my life. I think its the setting and the visual and olfactory reminders. Christmas lights twinkle and cue sadness, and then my intellect casts around for the reasons for how I feel.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Maybe I will try to go tonight. Not that it's not going to play for the next four months.
It is very sad news that Richard Pryor has passed away. He figured largely in my childhood. I went to see his screwball comedies with Gene Wilder and vividly remember watching the trailer for "Jo Jo Dancer Your Life Is Calling" in the movie theatre. There was also a brief Saturday morning television program for children called Pryor's Place, which I was just a little too old to enjoy. These are, of course, the more minor accomplishments. As an adult, I have come to know his standup for what it is: unprecedented, uniquely funny and merciless social commentary.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
But I blogged today! So there.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Oh sad, neglected blog. Lonely, forlorn, bedraggled blog. I am a terrible, terrible blogger and I don't deserve you. Please let me come back. I'll never leave you for so long again. I promise. At least not without a very good reason, like being kidnapped or enlisting or something really, really unlikely.
In my absence, I have yet another new fellow blogger in my circle of friends. Having friends who are bloggers is a good thing because they, um, actually write in their blogs and and therefore more likely to drop in on yours.
Check out Blog for God by Andrew Lloyd Weber. Not really Andrew Lloyd Weber of course. Just someone pretending to be him. Actually pretending that his dog, Andrew, is him. Or that he is his dog. I'm fuzzy on the details, but he is funny.