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BA CATION 5/14/05
happy day, people.
and stops me sleeping 5/13/05
WOO HOOOOOOOO! Heading out on vacation. This week has been madness in all directions. Which
serves to make the vacation that much more fanastic!!
I was "warned" that I'd be receiving a marriage proposal during my stay. And despite the lure of a non-enlish speaking husband and site-unseen life-long commitment, I expect I'll pass it up.
Like clockwork, People 5/1/05
EVERY time I take a bike ride, some disaster occurs. One of my favorites was when the seat came loose while I was on a hairpin turn in heavy traffic .
Even at the TRI last year-- I got a flat mid-ride.
Last night I decided I would head trouble off at the pass and prep the bike so I could take off in the morning without delay. While I pumped up the tired, aiming at 100 PSI, my hands in pain from pumping into an already inflated tire, suddenly BAAAMM!!!!!!! it sounded like a gunshot. The tire blew apart. And it took my hearing with it, my ears didn't work for about 5 minutes.
There is a howling coming from my left Big Toe 4/30/05
Let me tell ya about China Town. We've all been there. I've been there about a hundred times. But perhaps this was the first time I was there by myself, wandering the full length of it. I was in search of a few items to bring on my trip, and thought China town would be The Place to buy a lot without spending a lot.
Anyway the point is, China town is a string of stores, smack next to each other, for blocks and blocks along canal street. They are not remnant of China, but simply of a snapshot of a souvenir store in Time Square, repeated over and over again. I am telling you EVERY STORE was IDENTICAL to the one next to it, such that you could never really tell where one ended and the next one began. They all had about 20% of their merchandise inside the store, and the remaining 80% spilling out onto the side walk anyway it could fit-- piled up, on boxes, on tables, hanging from awnings. This is my first post on a new hosting service. You like? Soon PHP will make this site chock full of surveys and shit. I will collect masses of data, and predict the future. The next Hari Seldon, I am.
Oy 4/27/05
Do you think there is a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for Longest PMS? Days of being mega-bitch cranky, days of feeling like a rock, and now I'm into days of being pissed that the PMS is still going on, feels like it's taking a whole month up, what the F?
Springtime in NY (OUCH) 4/24/05
I felt ashamed. Embarrased. Less than.
What was wrong with my feet and feminine power? A million fabulous shoe designers, each creating appetizing footwear, have filled store windows across manhattan. With terrible excitement, April 20th finally arrived, and for whatever reason, suddenly the temperature hit 80. In the days that followed, the 4-inch heeled strappy sandals in my closet (which after a year of practice I can finally walk easily in) could wait no more to feel the sun on their straps. I slipped into them and trotted out into the streets with a wicked happiness. Two blocks later the pleasure ended and the pain began. Although my shoes longed for the light, apparently my feet had gotten used to being in thick woolen socks. They had become soft and squishy. And a thin strap of leather digging into them was met with much resistance, reddened and torn skin, and blisters soon after.
By the time I got to work I had to� gulp� put bandaids on my feet. And let me tell you, this added none to the fashion statement my feet longed to make. But then I saw the truth. With my eyes pointed downward in dismay, I couldn�t help but notice the feet of other women� through my bleary eyes, at first I just saw the heels, the straps, the colors, the toes exposed in summer glory.. but when I rubbed my eyes, I saw it! Bandaids! Everywhere! On every foot I saw! Every gorgeous shoe in manhattan was offset by a crappy bandaid struggling to stay put over blisters, callouses, and sometimes bloody skin. THANK GOD. It�s not just me. So now I have full faith, I am just like everyone else. In a few weeks our feet will have caught up with the season, and will be well steeled with tough skin to handle even the most spiked heel, the most thin sharp suede straps, the high arches, the stiff leather, and the fabulous feeling will be ours again.
zonk 4/22/05
Well. I am bored out of my skull. I have a list of big possible plans that would cure that, but each option has some serious drawback so large that I cannot plunge. So I am stuck in a pidgeon hole. I need to think outside the black box though.
Boredom is good in the sense that nothing is wrong. But try making a memoir out of that.
Buckets 4/21/05
This morning I dreamt that various family members were pouring white buckets of water on me, while I sat in a chair, unmoving.
Happy B-day 4/19/05
Sleeping all day.
Hey Jupiter 4/17/05
Well today was GOOD. It was 77 degrees and life was as beautiful as it could be. I ran a 4 mile race this morning, and jesus but it felt fabulous. With a perfect brunch following. But on the way home I had to suffer the bullshit that men on the street spew at you when you're a woman wearing running tights. What the fuck, people? I'm not wearing these for YOU. I don't give a shit what you think of my legs, so shut the hell up and keep driving.
On My Own 4/11/05
Well I think I pulled off the lookin' California while feelin' Minnesota yesterday. About 10 people approached me to say that I looked like Carrie Bradshaw-- of course who knows whether to take this as a compliment or insult (or neither).
congratulations 4/10/05
i'm on an island.
waking 4/9/05
Yawn. Bloody exhausted.
Oh 4/7/05
Oh, people. The weather. Oh jeeeesus. It's perfection to the 10th degree. I am wearing a skirt, and it's been SO LONG since I have that I forgot how nice it is to be free from pants, to have actual sun and warm air moving around me. Heavens.
Enough 4/6/05
oh the weather today... it's unbelievable, and reminds me of times long ago, exposing arms and sucking in the sun. It's just too bad that the weather is overhead, and not down at sidewalk level. Damn skyscrapers.
Too many parties, not enough cash.
I'm pregnant. 4/1/05
It's spring, according to the calendar. What crap. There is nothing but grey skies and impending thunder storms as far as the eye can see. Not to mention, it's fugging freezing out.
I know, I know, I should comment on things more worthy of hatred, like U.S. foreign policy. But I just cannot do it. Maybe I should try to ease into it. A phrase here and there, and then a year from now I'll be babbling for pages. Uhm... Okay. uhm. Can't do it.
Anyway, what do you think is "natural"? I think in some contexts its clear, like a food grown in the earth compared to a cookie manufactured by a soap company. Easy squeezy. But what about behavior, can that even be un-natural? Most people think so.
I was shocked to learn that certain friends of mine think that aiding in the delivery of (human) babies when there is difficulty in the pregnancy is "not natural", and thus should not really be practiced. Luckily this is an unpopular view. I think they are stuck in the idea of survival-of-the-fittest. If the baby can't make it out on it's own, if it's too "weak" to handle birth, than it would be better for the species if it were dead. Of course this is obscene to apply to any and all birth-related problems, but they did (my friends).
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