I was browsing some blogs of friends and acquaintances when suddenly I came across a nude, charcoal sketch of yours truly. Talk about a surprise! Apparently the artist I modeled for a handful of times back in Lake Tahoe exhibited the one large charcoal sketch she made of me.
I had been to a few of her shows and nothing with me ever appeared. I think I was okay with that so it's just funny to know that I made my naked and anonymous debut both on her site and at her gallery show and I wasn't even there to feel self-conscious.
Well...I guess that will end my Internet browsing for tonight. Farewell.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
How I Celebrate Rosh Hashanah
I would like to give a special thanks to four lovely MoMA ladies who met me at Whiskey Trader's on W55th St. on Monday night for Happy Hour. I showed up early and had a social anxiety moment when I thought no one was going to come and drink with me. But eventually they came, we drank, I had fun.
So even thought they might not necessarily read this post I want to throw out a cosmic "What Up!" to them and thank them for making my hangover on Tuesday a hangover filled with girl-bonding (aka gossip) memories.
So even thought they might not necessarily read this post I want to throw out a cosmic "What Up!" to them and thank them for making my hangover on Tuesday a hangover filled with girl-bonding (aka gossip) memories.
Monday, September 22, 2008
A Day of Rain
Back when Hurricane Hana was giving us some heavy rain I decided to really enjoy the simple pleasure: my dog looking sad even though he doesn't like going for long walks anyway, the sound of the wind, the dancing of the leaves, and the steady drumming of the rain.
How Cute Was He?
I never had a chance to show this quick video of the baby river otter that I got to play with a few times when I occasionally volunteered at the Lake Tahoe Wildlife Center. He was insanely cute and very soft and extremely playful. I hope he is living a full and happy otter life somewhere in the wild.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Seen and Heard
On the street:
Every work day when I reach the corner of Payson Avenue and Riverside Drive a young Asian girl, stylishly dressed and looking funky and cool is running in a very comical, gazelle-like way obviously in a rush to get to the train station for she appears to be running late. What I find especially funny about the whole situation is that I see her every day at the same exact time. Which means she's on schedule, she's just on the wrong schedule.
In the Diner:
"Did I tell you? I got a tourism brochure from Alaska yesterday in the mail and I threw it away. I looked at my husband and said 'I'm never going to Alaska. Never. Because she's from Alaska. She's the Governor!' It's a shame because I've always wanted to visit Alaska."
In the Diner II:
"And my girlfriend! She went out to dinner last night. To celebrate an anniversary and she really wanted to order the wild Alaskan salmon. And she didn't. She didn't want anything to do with Alaska."
During Morning Carpet Time:
-You look very nice today.
-I'm wearing a yellow blouse under my dress today. I'm wearing a blouse under my dress today so that you can't see my nipples.
-Oh! Did your mommy tell you that?
-No, my daddy.
-Hmm.
Every work day when I reach the corner of Payson Avenue and Riverside Drive a young Asian girl, stylishly dressed and looking funky and cool is running in a very comical, gazelle-like way obviously in a rush to get to the train station for she appears to be running late. What I find especially funny about the whole situation is that I see her every day at the same exact time. Which means she's on schedule, she's just on the wrong schedule.
In the Diner:
"Did I tell you? I got a tourism brochure from Alaska yesterday in the mail and I threw it away. I looked at my husband and said 'I'm never going to Alaska. Never. Because she's from Alaska. She's the Governor!' It's a shame because I've always wanted to visit Alaska."
In the Diner II:
"And my girlfriend! She went out to dinner last night. To celebrate an anniversary and she really wanted to order the wild Alaskan salmon. And she didn't. She didn't want anything to do with Alaska."
During Morning Carpet Time:
-You look very nice today.
-I'm wearing a yellow blouse under my dress today. I'm wearing a blouse under my dress today so that you can't see my nipples.
-Oh! Did your mommy tell you that?
-No, my daddy.
-Hmm.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
In Hopes of Making You Smile
All I have to say is I do this now to Mark as a human when I'm hungry. I'd definitely do this as a cat and I dig this cat's style.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Hiding Out
Well. Right now humidity is at, like, a billion percent and I'm hiding out in my bedroom with the fan going and the window closed surviving off the residual cold air from running my AC last night. It's lasted quite a while and if I must say so, I'm feeling very efficient. I've braved the humidity to walk Sebastian twice and to register for a Hatha Yoga class! I'm very excited.
I've always wanted to take yoga and it's always been too expensive. I received a brochure in the mail the other day that CUNY Hostos' satellite campus was having an open house and that one of the classes was yoga. I'll spend about 8 Saturday mornings getting my stretch on and hopefully learning something that I can continue to practice on my own while I wait for another bargain to come around. This could be used as a good intro to the basics and then I can find a more 'physical' form of yoga.
The great part is that the class is about 5 minutes from my house... in the very classrooms where I was emotionally scarred in the 7th and 8th grade. My former elementary school, with its declining enrollment, rented out some of its space to the college a few years ago and this is probably the reason why they haven't had to close their doors to generations of youth waiting to be harassed by their peers.
I'm also in hiding to recuperate from my very first week as an assistant teacher at a nursery school. I help in a class of eighteen 4-year-olds. I'm exhausted. I'm scared I've made a horrible mistake taking this job. I don't get dental coverage and for some reason that really depressed me. It's hard for me to enjoy the experience because the head teacher is new. This is her first class and I feel like it's total chaos (as in more chaos than would regularly be present in a class of eighteen 4-year-olds). I think she's too green, too relying on textbooks and theories. I feel like she doesn't have her shit together (even though she's really nice) and me, hating chaos and apparently in love with order and rules, can't handle it.
I have to make it to June.
I have to and I WILL.
Hopefully by then maybe I'll like my job more. Everyone I know who is a teacher says that the first year is the hardest, and I'm only the assistant! Maybe I will want to do something with this. (even though Grad school will be impossible if I have to take the GRE. there is NO WAY I can take that test and do even remotely decent) I really can't imagine looking for another job (again!) at the end of the school year and being successful. It takes forever to get a job (and will only get harder if Old Man McCain wins). And it's getting harder and harder to convince the interviewer that I'm not a total flake and that my five different career paths I've taken so far really do, ultimately, have something in common to make me an amazingly qualified candidate.
Anyway, that's really all for me. Hurricane Hana has officially started to pour down on Inwood and my old AC air is almost gone. Tomorrow I will see Mark for what seems like the first time in days. We've barely crossed paths since he started his exhausting job all the way out in Queens. The few times we have seen each other, one of us is sleeping. I can't wait to watch him sit at his laptop and ignore me, feed Vinnie snacks, listen to him complain about my mother's use of bleach, and watch the last Project Runway with him.
Thanks for reading! Tootles!
I've always wanted to take yoga and it's always been too expensive. I received a brochure in the mail the other day that CUNY Hostos' satellite campus was having an open house and that one of the classes was yoga. I'll spend about 8 Saturday mornings getting my stretch on and hopefully learning something that I can continue to practice on my own while I wait for another bargain to come around. This could be used as a good intro to the basics and then I can find a more 'physical' form of yoga.
The great part is that the class is about 5 minutes from my house... in the very classrooms where I was emotionally scarred in the 7th and 8th grade. My former elementary school, with its declining enrollment, rented out some of its space to the college a few years ago and this is probably the reason why they haven't had to close their doors to generations of youth waiting to be harassed by their peers.
I'm also in hiding to recuperate from my very first week as an assistant teacher at a nursery school. I help in a class of eighteen 4-year-olds. I'm exhausted. I'm scared I've made a horrible mistake taking this job. I don't get dental coverage and for some reason that really depressed me. It's hard for me to enjoy the experience because the head teacher is new. This is her first class and I feel like it's total chaos (as in more chaos than would regularly be present in a class of eighteen 4-year-olds). I think she's too green, too relying on textbooks and theories. I feel like she doesn't have her shit together (even though she's really nice) and me, hating chaos and apparently in love with order and rules, can't handle it.
I have to make it to June.
I have to and I WILL.
Hopefully by then maybe I'll like my job more. Everyone I know who is a teacher says that the first year is the hardest, and I'm only the assistant! Maybe I will want to do something with this. (even though Grad school will be impossible if I have to take the GRE. there is NO WAY I can take that test and do even remotely decent) I really can't imagine looking for another job (again!) at the end of the school year and being successful. It takes forever to get a job (and will only get harder if Old Man McCain wins). And it's getting harder and harder to convince the interviewer that I'm not a total flake and that my five different career paths I've taken so far really do, ultimately, have something in common to make me an amazingly qualified candidate.
Anyway, that's really all for me. Hurricane Hana has officially started to pour down on Inwood and my old AC air is almost gone. Tomorrow I will see Mark for what seems like the first time in days. We've barely crossed paths since he started his exhausting job all the way out in Queens. The few times we have seen each other, one of us is sleeping. I can't wait to watch him sit at his laptop and ignore me, feed Vinnie snacks, listen to him complain about my mother's use of bleach, and watch the last Project Runway with him.
Thanks for reading! Tootles!
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