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[13 Jun 2009|12:14am] |
An angry dance is perfect for this occasion.
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[02 Apr 2009|10:28pm] |
It hit me today that I am in my last semester of college (well, that didn't just hit me today), that I have two internships, and that I have so many things to do in order to secure some sort of existence for myself in NY. Exciting and all, but I want to check something substantial off the list.
I'm also really tired of Metro North. I hate constantly being on trains. But the nice thing is I got the special "hidden" seat both there and back today. I had a private picnic and almost got away with out having to give the conductor my ticket.
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[03 Jan 2009|12:16am] |
This last week has been so foggy. On New Year's Eve my dad and I went to pick my brother up and couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of us on the freeway. It felt like we were perpetually approaching the end of the line, how appropriate for the end of the year. Our neighborhood is still surrounded in fog and I like it even though it scares me a bit.
My grandma is in the hospital. She is 97 years old and she has pneumonia. Whenever we visit her, she repeats one word over and over again. "Granddaughter. Granddaughter. Granddaughter. Granddaughter. Do you want to eat do you want to eat do you want to eat do you want to eat?" She hasn't eaten much of anything and she doesn't recognize anyone. It's sad to see her like this.
I am relearning to appreciate San Diego. Places are places, and as far as American cities go, it is not a terrible place. Hearing the familiar laughs of some of my oldest friends helps, too.
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| Le Tigre for a day when I feel like never waking up again |
[04 Dec 2008|09:18am] |
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My mind's on rewind and quicksand.
(what?) I was up all night doing nothing.
(last night? again?)
Do you wanna stay in bed all day? (yeah!)
Do you remember feeling any other way? (no!)
Do you wanna stay in bed all day? (yeah!)
Do you remember feeling any other way? (no!)
I must've been sleeping when you called.
I'm not feeling well at all (cough, cough)
I got this thing that's been going around
Called please pretend that I'm out of town okay?
Do you wanna stay in bed all day...
I'll make some coffee, put on some eyeliner.
I think I'll find that things are fine and they're gonna get much finer!
Do you wanna stay in bed all day...
Hey look I'm really sorry I couldn't make it to your party.
I know it looks like I'm gonna cry.
Got a to-do list behind my eyes so go tell your friends I'm still a feminist.
But I won't be coming to your benefit.
I give up.
I give up......I'll be at home today.
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[01 Dec 2008|01:47am] |
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A lot of work, yes. But the strategy of accepting that you won't get any work done over break and coming back not exactly refreshed but able to power through seems to be working for me.
Ich weiß nicht, was zu kommen ist. Ich weiß nur, dass etwas ändern muss.
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[23 Nov 2008|09:38pm] |
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I am taking an experimental film class. It is a lot of fun, possibly the least stressful of my classes at this time of the year. Check out my latest video, if you please.
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| Warum Deutschland?...Warum nicht? |
[07 Oct 2008|02:02pm] |
Nice weather now.
I'm not sure if I want things to move faster or slower, but one of the two would be nice.
I did not realize it, but perhaps I do have a bit of "senioritis." At least in the sense that my mind is not completely confined to this space and this school.
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| Crossing Paths |
[16 Jul 2008|01:37pm] |
Lately, I keep coming back to Anna Wintour. Anna Wintour, of course, is the editor of American Vogue and our only connection is that I read a blog that sometimes mentions her. But anyway, for some reason she has been popping up in my dreams lately, and today that weirdness culminated in my first NYC celebrity sighting of the summer.
She was wearing this dress and looked pretty much exactly as she does in the pictures. We were walking in opposite directions on Bleecker Street. It was a small thrill.
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[16 May 2008|04:16pm] |
I got fed up with these things falling down and the insufficiently sticky tack, but this is my half-baked Metro North/Metrocard wall. Multiply this by about three and that's my college year's worth of traveling in NY.
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| Dining Alone |
[15 Dec 2007|12:45am] |
Dining out alone is an underrated experience. It can be great, you just have to go to the right restaurant.
Maybe "the right restaurant" is synonymous with "any Indian restaurant." Every time I go out in search of a well-cooked mattar paneer, I find a new guardian angel. I remember how in Great Barrington, the owners of Glory of India became my friends. They drove me home on a really snowy day and always knew what I would order. When we've had Indian food in the city, a waitress gave us fifty percent off for no given reason.
Tonight I walked a bit too far a bit too late. Cold days are a convenient excuse for warm naan, so Indian food it was. It was a restaurant I'd been to before, atop a flight of stairs and almost always empty.
When I got there the cute little old man who owns the restaurant was wrangling with a middle-aged Indian tourist about a cash transaction. The tourist was absolutely humorless. He furrowed his brow as the restaurant owner pleasantly explained something about 85 and 15 dollars. The Indian tourist looked displeased. He twirled a black cashmere scarf around his neck as he left the restaurant, rolled newspaper in one hand and backpack in the other.
Really good food! I don't know if it's easier to appreciate a meal when you're by yourself. There's no conversation to supplement the taste experience, and that can be either good or bad. Besides the opportunity to observe , perhaps the solo dining experience is defined by the way you are treated by the wait staff. What must they think about a person eating alone, especially on a Friday night when so much is going on just outside on Time's Square?
This man was, for one, very nice. He asked me if I was a student "in the college" and what degree I was going for and then he pointed at my face and said "it looks very young. How old are you?" He cleared the plates and then came back with the free rice pudding I can never stand no matter how nice it is.
He gave me my check (No way! Five dollars off?!) and asked what I was studying and what my name was and said to come back again.
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[05 Nov 2007|06:20pm] |
last week, they were at the store. now, they're gone!
where are the pret-a-manger pomegranate seeds when i need them?
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