dc v. nyc, round 5826349i

read this.

new york on washington: washington, seen from manhattan, is drab and humid, a swamp-city populated by doughy people in brown suits and heinous ties that always seem to be askew. "i believe this will be an event best observed from afar. i don't want to see a lot of bad Men's Warehouse suits and a lot of badly parted hair walking around my neighborhood. all republicans part their hair the same way."

washington on new york: "they can say that they won't even know we are here, but they will. we will plunk down our garment bags in their hopelessly trendy hotels, standing out like Good Humor men in our summer-weight khaki suits while all those hipster squirrels scramble for our tips. they needn't worry. the contempt is mutual."

hipster squirrels! can't you just picture one of those fat, ballsy, obnoxious park squirrels wearing a leather wrist band, converse all-starts, and a faux-hawk? oh, that's good.

funny.

Today the painting of the new room begins. Unfortunately I have to make an extra trip back home because I forgot my fan, which I'll need if I want to avoid dropping dead from all the fumes.

Very tired, done writing.

jiggety jig

yep, home again.

i thought it would be a relaxing vacation, free of commitments, quiet. i even brought two books to fill my free time! turns out 15 family members decided to follow me down to hurricane-ridden south florida, so i've been spending my days in the pool and my nights playing cards at my aunt's house. and i love it. my family is wonderful. whenever i'm around a lot of them at once, i end up going back to life with the volume turned down just a little. they make everything better. so, happy sai.

eric told me to post more cranky things. but i don't really have anything to be cranky about. good life, happy sai. so there.

tomorrow, i'm off a-gambling! thank you micosukee indian reservation. maybe when i get beaten by some loser's long-shot flush, i'll have some crankiness to share.

bye.

a little cooter never hurt anybody

cooter. heheh. heheheheheheh.

dude. florida is ridiculous. ridiculous! how did i end up sane?!

on the wrong side.

i woke up in the shittiest mood today. i snoozed a good 5 times (45 minutes!), and so didn't have time to shower this morning. yeah, call me gross. i was half an hour late to work, so i barely made it in before my boss. i've been dropping and spilling things all day. and, of course, since i'm going home tomorrow and won't be here for a week, i have to clear my desk, which is always stressful. especially when people insist on giving you stuff that has to be done. right. now.

i did, however, get a seat on the train this morning. for most of my ride i found myself fixated on a woman standing in front of me. i guess i needed something to dwell on and hate, and boy did i hate her. she was leaning against the pole. why would you do that? the pole is for everyone's hands, not your back you lazy bum! her back was to the door and she was facing the center of the car, taking up about 2/3 of the middle of the car width-wise. of course, it gets crowded by the doors, so generally the polite thing to do is either step into the middle of the car or make space for people to walk by you, so they're not jammed like cattle into 2 square feet of space by the door. of course, she had no idea how much space she and her enormous shoulder bag were taking up, and when a guy brushed past her he sent her bag falling off her shoulder. she gave him a pretty snarky "sorry." also! she was eating some muffin, and chewing with her mouth open. consistently. making noise. gross. i wanted her to melt into a puddle on the floor so i didn't have to hate her so much.

just imagine: if i didn't have a blog, you would never have known that! doesn't it give you a warm and fuzzy feeling inside? come on. gimme a hug.

so, going home tomorrow, back next tuesday (8/17). will probably post once or twice from home, to give bored people something to do. i have no idea how many people read this anyway. maybe it's better that way.

92 degrees! feels like 102!! UV index 10+ extreme!!!!! whoa. hola miami.

transatlanticism

this is fact not fiction
for the first time in years
and the girls in every girlie magazine
can't make me feel any less alone
i'm reaching for the phone
to call at 7:03
and on your machine
i slur a plea for you to come home
but i know it's too late
i should have given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay.

-death cab for cutie, "fact not fiction."



in other news, i am the official greatest hand reader of the century.

18 avenue c # 1a

I have to wait to hear back from the leaseholders of that (above) apartment before I know whether I'll be living there come September 1st. It was nice. She was friendly. I want.

Ooh ooh! Pick me! Pick me!

[Edit 8.5.04: I won! It's mine! Mine mine mine mine!]

It's August already!

First, this very odd, but strangely touching, story about a guy and his duck. Or quest for love. Or self-fulfillment. Or something.


Just yesterday, I rediscovered the joys of finding a toy in your cereal box. I got a watch! With Shrek characters on it! It's of no importance that I've never actually seen Shrek, and I don't know who these piggies are - but I'd guess they're the three little ones - I still enjoy wearing it around like I am the coolest person alive.


I can't believe the summer is almost over. When did time start going so fast? Has life always been flying by like this? I still haven't seen Shakespeare in the park. I haven't been to a single Summer Stage concert. I haven't been to movies on the pier, I haven't been to the beach (yet), I haven't sat around watching TV until I'm too bored to even sleep. If I could have done it differently, would I have traded this job for a couple months of freedom but a lot more uncertainty?


Finding a place to live is difficult. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.