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April 12th, 2007
07:11 pm - rip vonnegut
When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.
kurt vonnegut, rip april 11.
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April 4th, 2007
06:36 am - tag art!
"There’s a huge semantic gap between museums and the public.”
http://photography.si.edu/
Since August 2006, the Smithsonian Photography Initiative has asked visitors to its Web site, photography.si.edu, to “Enter the Frame” and label 2,000 images culled from various archives. The tags typed in by users become immediately visible to them, but are not added to the database until a professional has reviewed them.
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March 20th, 2007
10:29 am
Melinda Mae
10aHave you heard of tiny Melinda Mae,
6aWho ate a monstrous whale?
4bShe thought she could,
4bShe said she would,
8cSo she started in right at the tail.
9dAnd everyone said,"You're much too small,"
11dBut that didn't bother Melinda at all,
11eShe took little bites and she shewed very slow,
7bJust like a little girl should...
11c...and eighty-nine years later she ate that whale
6bBecause she said she would!!!
Shel Silverstein
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February 21st, 2007
12:46 am - black snake moan
not sure i like the sound of this.
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February 18th, 2007
05:12 pm
D is for decoupage
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February 2nd, 2007
01:29 am - finally
i can go to bed now that i finally found the alt tab for tabs. i never looked before now, but some of the old tricks are failin us.
on a wonderfully pleasant note is liz's blog (http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2007/01/we_will_make_an.html)
we will make an example of you:
where do these guys go to die?
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01:20 am - finally
i can go to bed now that i finally found the alt tab for tabs. i never looked before now, but some of the old tricks are failin us.
on a wonderfully pleasant note is liz's blog (http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2007/01/we_will_make_an.html)
we will make an example of you:
where do they go to die?
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January 29th, 2007
01:34 pm - home again today
I am home again today. Didn't go to work on Friday either. I have a bug and my coworkers are pretty pissed, but luckily, I've come from another department who says that i've never been sick. a bad way to start the job off, but this will at least keep them on their toes. or me.
and i can sit in the light of my bedroom window, overlooking our white garden and watch the clouds go by and dream up new and exciting projects I'm going to make with my hands.
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January 28th, 2007
12:51 am - blah for believing
Saw moulin rouge for the first time. having too much fantasy takes away the fun of something so seemingly real sweeping you into a fantasy world after you have already afforded trust and belief in it.
i did like the love scene when Ewan McGregor propositions Kidman in song and she responds with a different love song to express her thought - and it continues with a lot of responses to each other, using different love songs.
And i remember being swooned by someone like this and we no longer talk. we were poets then. out on the lido. and when the sky spun orange-colored clouds last night, i thought of him and the poems we created together.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) crushed
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January 27th, 2007
01:02 pm - good golly miss molly!
The event planning vehicle I just left two weeks ago underwent another downsize where five of the fifteen (well, fourteen w/o me) were laid off. One of the ladies just had twins last May and the other, a wonderfully-witty, senior programmer, had been with the company for 8+ years. I am speechless.
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11:45 am - yikes
I burned my hair on my stove! I dipped down and a front strand of hair fell loose from my pony tail and sizzled in the flames. A patch of hair the size of a quarter is no longer there!!!
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January 21st, 2007
08:04 pm - DiFara's
It's hard to protest the upsurge of media outlets that have recently spot-lighted DiFara's when I drove with James from Manhattan to Avenue J on a school night, just to meet the old-world pie-maker for myself. Even more, James discovered the place from Zagat and, when he read that it was regarded as the best pizza in NYC, it was a good enough excuse to try it out. I understand that this recent notoriety has created a craze where throngs of customers circle around his counter and googley-eye his pies w/ their dollar bills flailing; but after watching solo-chef Dom ritualistically grate his cheese by hand and watching his viewers - oh! for the mild-manner man who got involved with the wrong kind of zoo!, I can't imagine Dom ever being anything but a spectacle. Dom sold himself as a spectacle and we devoured it. And as fun fantabulous as the slice was, i'm a bit uneasy about the whole thing...
And so begins the wonderful world of restaurant week!! On Wednesday - Terrace in the Sky. I'm curious to see this wrap-around view from 119th.
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January 17th, 2007
12:47 am
i'm basking in my brand new nikolodeon-colored room - treasure hunt blue! And when the door opened, even one of the roommates said, "wow, I still like it," with an alarming element of surprise.*
and when i make and hang the well-lighted make-up mirror above my vanity, it's going to rock even more. the girl in the picture with the sucker in front of her face pops; i am inspired to hang real trees; i am ready for unserious; ready to paint, run, laugh, listen to those crazy women on repeat all over again.
the other night i asked celeste at barbes where she grew up and she cut me off, "I didn't."
and i'm completely taken aback by the little things in other people that stir in me, in that instant, the unlikely feeling of being exactly where i want to be. and that my home is in the people and things i have grown to love.
*there is something not right about this statement
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January 9th, 2007
01:19 am - while i wait
i'd like to find a vanity table for my room
paint/faux finish the walls w/ light turqoise
buy two mini chandeliers
wall paper my doors
loft my bed
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October 11th, 2006
03:38 am - plot mechanics
I peel back the wall of paint fifteen feet high and there is mold there – dripping like condensation on clear glass. Layers fail, alligatoring in thick blue chunks. This herky-jerky low tech space cross cuts the very things I dream. And then there is jenni.
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September 16th, 2006
07:30 pm - move for move's sake
Now living in Industrial Park Williamsburg / Bushwick. Adele came back to fort green - bed bug free, thank ya very much. Therese takes off for Barcelona & I'll take her room. In all honesty, aside from the pain of being nomadic these last four months, this was the best thing that could have happened to me. It gives room to leave in January- leave NY! - if the job starts bringing me more down than it has. There is something to be said about grabbing NYC by the horns, but it's tossing me around like a sack of potatoes. the strange tenacity inside of me saying there's no way this apple's gonna win, that I will conquer this - wtf dude, what is this? Isn't there a point when you just leave??
but even beyond guys and jobs and cities and housing, I want to find a place that makes me feel healthy. I want good health. I've been here six years and can't quite seem to make that happen.
Current Location: morgan stop bushwick
Current Mood: disappointed
Current Music: wilco - we're just friends
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September 10th, 2006
09:54 pm
who gets a cold at this month??
today i spent the day with lidia at smooch in fort greene playing scrabble. this area has a very chill vibe, which is a lot more clear to me now that the bed bugs are out of ths picture.
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August 24th, 2006
09:17 pm - stretch my arms
ahh nothing like coming back to the old live journal. i can't type as well as i would like to - my hands are so swelled up from bites. I can't even recognize my own hands. the secret story. starch-clean collared shirt, a pearl neckalace around my neck, long sleeves, long pants, bites drilling pictures into my arms like a tattoo artist - if only i could wear leather gloves in the middle of august.
as if leaving my house-sitting gig in manhattan wasn't stressful enough. to be homeless and have a full 9-5 job. stay at a friends who is in LA for a couple months and get bed bugs. it wouldn't be so bad except I am allergic. and it wasn't intentional for adele. but i'm fucking pissed.
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