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September 30, 2003
because i am lucky
on Oprah today profiles were put up of each of the people who died in the porch collapse in Chicago this summer. One of the victims was a fellow law student, a guy I only knew by sight -- he was two years behind me. Another victim was a woman who had just graduated from the School of Social Work. Our convocation was shared with the School of Social Work. Oprah put up a picture of her in her cap and gown, walking through the middle of campus. Somewhere, I am in the line behind her, and so are many of my friends.
Today I'm sitting on my futon, hungover, feeling sorry for myself because I was an idiot last night.
I don't know where I'm going with this. That picture just really got to me.
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September 29, 2003
this is begging for a witty title, but i can't think of one.
Thank god this happened in Australia, and not the States. We never would have heard the end of it. Hurrah, the Australians are morally depraved, too!
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September 28, 2003
no gloria, but lots of liberty.
We did not make it to the Today Show--but my mother did manage to get a picture of the Gloria Estefan concert on TV, just to make me feel bad (it was all my fault. I couldn't get up. I tried so hard, though!)
Why was I too tired to go to the Today Show at 6 am? Because the day before I spent HOURS at the Statue of Liberty and on Ellis Island. HOURS.
It was great fun. We took my Mom to Dim Sum in Chinatown this morning before she left. She wouldn't eat tripe, but she did get much better at using chopsticks. She also ran into one of her students and the student's mother on Canal. Leave it to MY MOTHER to run into people she knows, hundreds of miles from her home, in one of the busiest areas of the busiest cities in the world. Sheesh.
We also went to Central Park. Central Park Zoo (C pet many, many goats and sheep and bonded with them on some primal level like that autistic woman that bonds with cows that i saw one night on "prime time live".) Carousel. Etc. Then Museum of Natural History. Then sushi. (where my mom began her chopstick practicing. No, apparently they don't have chopsticks in Detroit. Or she never eats food where you need them.) And let's see...Second Avenue Deli, the Tenement Museum, Rockefellor Center, etc ad nauseum.
(milk can cost $3.25 a GALLON now? JESUS CHRIST. NO WONDER CHILDREN ARE OBESE. Come on--why buy a gallon of milk win you can buy a 2 liter bottle of soda for your kids for at the most $1.99? Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I don't like milk and I don't really buy it ever [unless I'm baking. HAHAHAHAHAHA.] but this really fucking pisses me off. Talk about perverse incentives.)
(hello to the people at the compleat sculptor. i know this is boring, but C2 can't look at porn at work so he has to look at SOMETHING.) (that's a joke, of course. C2 NEVER looks at porn. ever. he's too busy reading Dungeons and Dragons fansites to see how he can up his HP.)
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September 24, 2003
military disobedience
27 Israeli Pilots Refuse to Bomb Palestinian Civilians
"We, who have been educated to love the state of Israel and to contribute to the Zionist endeavour, refuse to take part in Air Force attacks in civilian population centers."
Interesting...although the Israeli Airforce says that most of the people who signed this letter are inactive or were never asked to fly these missions in the first place.
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times square, here we come!
in exactly 7 hours, my mother will be here, in the big apple. (i hate the term "big apple" and have no idea why i wrote it. i apologize. perhaps i'm just desensitizing myself to touristy things like "the big apple" for my mother's sake. by sunday, i'll probably be wearing a Yankees cap, a "I [heart!] N.Y." t-shirt, and carrying all my valuables in a fannypack.) she's been here before, of course (my mother is a woman of the world!), but never to visit me. i'm getting about 4 days of mother time.
in no particular order, we will be:
- standing at the Today Show window at 7 am (ugh)
- going to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island (ugh: although it could have been worse. way back in 1977, when she was pregnant with me, while on a business trip to NYC with my Dad, she climbed to the top of the Statute of Liberty while my father was at some business meeting. She wanted to relive this moment, but, alas, you still can't go inside the Statute of Liberty because of the damn terrorists.)
- walking the Brooklyn Bridge (ok)
- exploring the crappy neighborhood i live in (blah)
- seeing my office building (ok)
- going to dim sum with C2 (who is Taiwanese, not Chinese--get it right)
- going to see some German play she picked out online (sigh)
- getting lost (ugh, but all my fault, i'm sure)
I'm so excited! Yes, I believe you can measure my love for my mother by the fact that I'm willing to go to the Today Show with her.
So, anyway, I'll be busy, and probably not posting.
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September 23, 2003
biggest loser ever
Yup, he's right here.
Now, I realize that I say this from an enviably comfortable position: graduate of a top 5 law school (c'mon, we know it's true--NYU Law might tie, but don't tell me it's better. Pshaw.) with a job in pocket. My problem with this guy isn't his repetition of "I went to a top 50 law school!" or "my grades are kind of bad, but they're getting better!" but that he just sounds like a royal dick. "I promise to bill 3000 hours and I don't want to have a life!" Do law firms not want you to have a life? You betcha! But they don't want you to SAY THAT, YOU MORON. They want you to explain why you're well-rounded and how on the weekends you play competitive chess and ride horses or some shit, so you'll make good ad copy for their next ad in J.D. Magazine.
Dumbass. I think I'd rather claw my eyes out (or bill 3000 hours...) than interview this dick for 5 minutes.
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September 22, 2003
macauley culkin, eat your heart out
i have had a rotten cold for many, many days now. so yesterday, when C, and C2, and their friend (who is in a very good band called p.i.c., which you would like if you listened to them. really. i promise.) decided to go to see Spy Kids 3 at the Loews in Times Square, I decided to go along. I hadn't been out of the house in three days. Sure, a Sunday in Times Square on a nice day SUCKS ASS (tourist hell) and is even worse when that Sunday happens to be the same day as the Mexican Parade (tourist hell, thousands of people running around drunk with mexican flags...), but, I REALLY needed to get out. So C, C2, and I hop on the train and get out on 42nd and 7th. Walk a block towards the theater. Yup, I'm walking. Walking--or trying to walk, because the sidewalk is jammed and everyone is walking sloooooow and taking pictures. Of everything. So I'm staring ahead at the Loews sign, intent on reaching it, intent on getting away from all the fucking tourists. I turn to C to say something about the fucking tourists, and she's not there. And neither is C2. I don't see them anywhere. Alright, ok, no big deal: I'll just head to the theater and catch up with them there. I get there. Spy Kids isn't playing there. That's when I remember that we're supposed to be going to the OTHER Loews in Times Square: the one in the basement of Virgin Megastore, not THIS Loews, which is on 42nd St. Alright, ok. I wait a few minutes, because I know that the Cs were headed to this, the wrong theater. They don't show up. At this point, I'm a bit concerned. Yeah, I have my metrocard and 20 bucks on me, but I don't have my cellphone (in C's bag), my wallet (in C's bag), or the keys to the apartment (yup, in C's bag.) And, as I don't LIKE Times Square, I hardly ever GO to Times Square--and thus I'm a bit unclear on where Virgin is. Now, I can see it in my head--it has a huge neon sign. But this is Times Square. Neon signs, like fucking tourists, are a dime a dozen. So I wander around a 4 square block area for about 25 minutes, until I give up, go into a store, buy an 8oz bottle of coke for $1.90 (yes, that's ONE DOLLAR AND NINETY CENTS. Fucking times square.) so that the cashier will give me four dollars in quarters so I can call my own cell phone (which is in C's bag, and is the only cell phone number I can remember) from a pay phone. I walk out the store and smack into C, C2, and their friend. Much merriment ensues. C apparently thought I'd been kidnapped (not kidding.) We made it to the movie 5 minutes late.
I know what you're thinking--why didn't you just ask directions to Virgin? Because I'm stubborn. Because I didn't want to get mistook for a fucking tourist (yes, I'm shallow. And a moron. Thank you.). Because I was afraid that when I asked it would be behind me or across the street and then I'd get laughed at (deservedly so.) And because the more I considered just sucking it up and asking, the later it got, and the more likely that they wouldn't even BE at Virgin anymore anyway, but out on the street, looking for me.
Oh, and I never did find out where the hell they went. Something about crossing the street to buy water. So they lost ME. Some friends.
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September 20, 2003
mighty mouse
we have a mouse. it's little and runs very, very fast. since we have one, i assume we have others, but i'd prefer not to think about that. and unlike the last time i thought i had a mouse (i'll post the story i wrote about that incident later), this mouse has actually been SEEN--not by me, but by C.
i have a cold. it's a big cold and is running very, very slow. since i have one, i assume others i know will get it, but that's their problem. unlike the last time i had a cold (which was in june, and i caught it at ny barbri class), i have drugs to combat this cold--bought by the lovely C on her way home from work.
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September 16, 2003
motown, part 2
sorry, but i was back in detroit. sure, i could have posted from detroit, if i remembered my movable type user name and password, which i don't (it's automatically plugged into my powerbook at home, and i didn't bring the powerbook to detroit. i was traveling light.). i made the password something extra specially difficult (you know, to thwart the myriad hackers just dying to get into my site and post porn on it...), and i have it written down somewhere...
i was in detroit for a law school graduation party thrown by my father. yes, three months after i graduated, but it was also just a good excuse for a family reunion. a grand time was had by all. i was supposed to return yesterday, and, in fact, made it to the airport, into the airplane, and onto the tarmack. and there we sat, for two hours, until we were told that all flights into the NYC area (LGA, JFK, and lovely Newark) were cancelled until 7pm. it was 12:30 and my flight was supposed to leave at 10. soooo, needless to say, i said "fuck that" (outloud, actually. i don't think the person sitting next to me liked that.) called northwest from the plane, got my tickect changed to the next day (which, for those of you following along, would be today) and got my Dad to come pick me up and take me home (yes, I'm daddy's little princess.).
i finally got back to new york today, without a hitch, except for the unusually slow M60 bus, which made some unscheduled stops deep in the nether-regions of laguardia. i brought with me some cards from my relatives, a few pictures, a michigan magnet for C, and something that is either the flu or a cold or both. i'm achey :(. and i went running, because i'm--say it together now--an idiot! i couldn't breathe and i gave myself side cramps. i never get side cramps. sigh.
so now i'm going to go take a nap until C gets home from work. i'm not going to spell OR grammar check this, so fuck you if i spelled something wrong. i mean that in the nicest way possible. :)
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September 08, 2003
i am a selfish asshole
back from california.
dead tired.
wedding was very nice.
people in california drive slooooow.
i was less stressed during two straight weeks of law firm interviews. never ground my teeth so much in my life.
so we get home after the long cab ride from JFK and i sign on to check my e-mail and end up talking to a friend who is depressed over IM and tell him a story that is supposed to make him feel better but just ends up making me feel like an ass.
have i mentioned before that i'm an ass? i missed that day in preschool when they taught you how to behave apropriately in social situations. jesus. so now i'm worried about him and feeling bad for being an idiot (i realize the latter is selfish.)
i would like to go melt in my bed now and not come out for several days.
like i said, it was a stressful weekend. and i wasn't the one getting married. but i was the one frequently putting my foot in my mouth (or not opening my mouth at all, to avoid putting my foot in it, which may be even worse.)
and, yes, i know most people, just having returned from four idyllic days of wine drinking in sonoma would have titled this something lame like "california dreaming" and not "i am a selfish asshole", but i'm just not in the mood. maybe tomorrow, ok? but right now i just want a shot of vodka, some sleeping pills, and at least three cigarettes.
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September 04, 2003
i blame the mother
In a disturbing addition to what is already going to be a disturbing morning (i have to go buy fake tan AND tattoo coverup in a bit.), I believe that one of the guinea pigs is trying to molest another guinea pig. you see, we put both female guinea pigs together in one cage, because it seems to calm them down. they like to cuddle. this arrangement has been going along smashingly for weeks now--until this morning. hannah is chasing ella around, purring and shaking her hips.
ewwww. my guinea pigs are lesbians! or at least one of them is. a predatory lesbian.
speaking of predatory lesbians, this one time one of c's acquaintances came over and asked c to give her a massage (this included the line "will you rub my pecs?") while I WAS THERE. damn lesbians and their predatory ways.
(note: for the casual observers out there who haven't figured this out, c is my girlfriend and i'm a girl, which would make us both lesbians [if we didn't feel that the word "lesbian" was icky and sounds like a disease. i've taken to referring to everyone, male and female, as just "you homo!", but i'm not sure if c agrees with that.] so i'm not some sort of internet gay basher. i reserve my self-hatred for body image issues, thank you very much.)
shit, the lesbian guinea pig molestation has begun again.
i bet this site is going to get TONS of hits from google now that the word "lesbian" and "molestation" have been used.
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September 01, 2003
yoohoo, sexy american girlfriend!
that's all. "sixteen candles" is on VH1.
i can't stop thinking about C2 and how badly i want to paint his apartment something like canary yellow.
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