Here is an awkward admission: I spent the majority of the day singing "November Rain" to myself. When I say "to myself" I also mean "at top volume" and "with hand flourishes." I had to walk a lot today and since I don't own any sort of portable musical device, full on vocals seemed appropriate (though not so much to the strangers casting weird looks in my direction). To be fair, I didn't spend the whole day on NR; "Purple Rain," "Stormy Weather," and "I Can't Stand the Rain" made guest appearances. An even worse admission: I am not generally the...
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
I went to the public library because you can print ten pages a day for free. I went also because you can use computers next to patrons who feel like it is not only socially acceptable but socially desired to freely pass gas in a room full of strangers and absolutely no look of remorse.But the main reason why I <3 are="" because="" crazy="" emails="" fanmail="" is="" jackson="" leave="" library="" like="" michael="" of="" on="" people="" screen.=""...
Sunday, 22 February 2009
I am finally coming to terms with the fact of my QLF--Quarter Life Crisis. Sure, I keep saying that I think it is a self-perpetuated myth that actually doesn't exist (I'm convinced it only exists because of that one John Mayer song that came out while I was in high school, which is when I thought 25 seemed eternally old. Ha.) but when I find myself nodding in eager agreement while reading Wikipdia's diagnosis of the quarter life crisis--["insecurity...
Friday, 20 February 2009
Thursday, 19 February 2009
"dear ones," i said to my students, "you are, no doubt, familiar with drunken bouts of vomiting as well as the intricate world of sports." they nodded and leaned forward on their desks, instantly piqued by my allusion to alcohol and athletics, their two most favorite subjects. "well, yesterday i projectile vomited into a dumpster..." i then told them my tale of food poisoning woe. looks of delight and shock. "amy?" morgan waved her hand, "it sounds like you need to go home and rest," she looked so concerned i was tickled. then she said, "we won't...
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
1. wake up at a productive hour, say 11 a.m. 2. shuffle about house "organizing"--it's a simple yet effective guise for not doing anything worthwhile like homework, or baking homemade bread for the class treat in the evening, or even catching up on 90210 episodes.3. decided that the most imperative thing to do would be to whip up homemade tomato sauce for the only box of food you have in your cupboard--a six month old, tattered cardboard receptacle...
Monday, 16 February 2009
one could fall in love with chicago:1. mermaid tail domes in the old public library 2. endless pleasure in the form of a giant, mercury-inspired bean3. promises of excruciatingly tasty deep dish pizza/casserole4. valentine's spent in spectacular company such as amanda, sarah, katherine, lance (whose new book of poetry i jealously await), and the team of NPR selected shorts (with a stunning reading of raymond carver's "cathedral" by b.d. wong [YES!...
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
The answer is: not a lot. Unless you have to get your ear flushed out. Then the connection is painful yet clear. Today at the health center I was positively dapper. I made doctors and nurses and even the stuffy ladies who check you in laugh. Not just a chuckle, these were good ol' jolly belly laughs. I was on FIRE. And this was because I definitely did NOT want any one of these fine people to attach a syringe to a tube to a squirt bottle, fill said...
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Saturday, 7 February 2009
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Fact: I woke up to no fewer than five emails containing the following image this morning.Each person wanted to make sure that I knew about the cavorting unicorn displayed in the upper left hand part of the image. Some of the emails were timestamped as early as 6:00 AM! Meaning that as an email, it ranked somewhere between "Very Important" to "Ultra Imperative." I really don't know how I got to be the lucky girl who receives daily emails about kittens...
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
It started out well enough, my foray into the intricate world of jalapeno/green onion cornbread. It was Superbowl Sunday. My supper group was coming over but since we don't own a TV that works, I thought I'd try to at least recreate Superbowl Atmosphere. That meant, of course, chips, salsa, chili, cornbread (and a homemade plum tart, because what Superbowl Sunday is complete without a little Martha Stewart?) So while the Steelers were busy running...
Monday, 2 February 2009
It was midmorning and it was cold. I was uncomfortable for many reasons, one of them being that it was about 95 degrees in the room and I was still wearing my winter coat. Shifting in my chair I kept my voice even and gentle, repeating cliched truisms:"It's not you, it's me.""You'll be better off without me. You'll see. Really."Even: "If you love something let it go..."He sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose (discreetly wiping away a tear or two, I'm sure), and told me no less than five stories about how he had changed lives. Real lives. Lives...
Sunday, 1 February 2009
my sister is amazing in many respects (one of the major ones being that she is my sole provider of hit books like the babysitters club and sweet valley high). but one of the major ones is her sweet blog, the meanest mom. she even got on the news about it! you can watch it(and my super awesome nephews and niece) he...
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