November 2008
no, really, i *am* going to clean the office today. i threw out something already. so what if it was a mini xmas tree, i still threw it out
Art Decade: April 27, 1983
Las Colinas... →
today: cleaning the office, getting passport photos taken. no, really, CLEANING THE OFFICE. i swear
day at paragraph, massage at 5, bi bim bap from tj’s and now a quiet evening… and it’s only saturday!
papaya dog, chikalicious, drinks at the soft spot… it was a good night.
computer update: now they are replacing the logic board. i think it’s time for a letter to apple customer service. i’ve used it for ONE WEEK
Getting bubble tea after an afternoon of research at the library.
thanksgiving dinner in jackson heights. and by jackson heights i mean dinner at delhi palace. word.
catching up on #mumbai. was offline since 3am, had no idea. thoughts and prayers to all. the taj was the first place i went in bombay, ever
back home from ma. 45k words. one statement of purpose. one 33 1/3 proposal. i think i did okay.
i wish whole foods had a listing of holiday hours for their stores easily accessible on their website, for us last minute losers
“Q. How many hipsters does it take to change a lightbulb?
A. Who cares? The...”
– Runners up (via):
A. At least 5 to scrape enough change together to buy the light bulb in the first place.
A. *sigh* I have this joke on vinyl.
(via ericasavestheday)
“I wasn’t going to die until the fucking band made it,” Iggy Pop says when I ask...”
– Iggy Pop Lusts for Life by Patrick Ambrose - The Morning News
“Thus, if my musical fandom could be expressed professionally, curatorially, and...”
– NPR: Exhibition
coast to coast am sucks tonight, i have hit a wall, and am considering going home 2morrow night instead of thursday am.
munching on cut mango and musing that i am absolutely not cut out for small town life.
how many people on twitter have been complaining of migraine-level sinus infections that go on for days? this can’t be a coincidence.
this desk is the wrong height for a laptop. for a fountain pen and paper, no. but so far i have accomplished most of what i came here for
you can donate to the soup kitchen i work at every week in greenpoint here: http://tinyurl.com/5c2ayt. thank you, we need it.
pouring rain outside. time to finish up the 33 1/3 proposal.
instead of turning up at a soup kitchen that doesn’t need workers, give money instead - there isn’t one in nyc that doesn’t need it now.
30k words is nice but word count is not the only goal. time to settle in for a few more hours.
spent the afternoon crawling through amherst, provisioning in hadley, and lunching in northampton. now back to work.
Everest [at Echoplex 11/18/08] Keeping the Score -... →
“A lot of people in the industry are scared right now—things look bleak. If...”
– Murderati: comfort reading
i need to stop focusing on the word count as my only progress indicator this week. pruning is also part of writing the book.
on the way to get coffee i see goats and sheep. um.
okay, so maybe day one didn’t equal a 10k word day. but i got out of bed and started filling index cards with plot points.
more signs: “thickly settled” and “open by chance”. dorothy you’re not in kansas any more.
i saw a sign on the way up here that said “deer check station”. i thought it said “BEER check station.”
MIGRAINE + really bad meeting + having to take my computer in again = CRAPPY DAY
ok tekserve, you are now on the crap list. having the tech call me and leave a dismissive message = FAIL.
some mornings, instant oatmeal just doesn’t cut it.
late shift interrupted by fire alarms. then we were done and i got to go home early. it’s like getting an extra day
early morning convo outside my window: “do you have to take a leak? are you sure?” um, generally, aren’t most folks certain about that?
great. twitter api can’t see my login so my blog plugin is broken.
tackiest wedding ever: http://is.gd/886h
WFMU's Beware of the Blog: From Birmingham to... →
Send Odetta a card in the hospital.
I CAN'T AFFORD TO LOVE NY - Tshirt →
we are power-watching season 7 of the west wing and i am just bawling at the danny-cj story line.
Queen of the Supermarket? It’s like he was looking at his Jesse Malin and Clash records and combined the two for a new title.
Why does the entire broad st station smell like puke? This is the nyse stop fer chrissakes
book burro is so my favorite firefox extension. i love it so much i want to marry it.
this day needs to end. the only good news is that there was nothing wrong with the car. so i can go on vacation on saturday.
hey, hipster dbag: your need to edit something doesn’t mean you get two seats on the subway during rush hour. MOVE.
