Thursday, June 22, 2006

two

schlepping home from the office at two in the morning - settling in for the epic wait for the 6 train, warily eyeing the construction workers in their bright yellow helmets heft hammers and crawl over the tracks - i tucked my feet underneath myself on the bench like a chicken so that when the sweat-striped rats scurried by they left me be ...

... riding up in the elevator, I saw that the cheeky pen-scrawled graffiti on the sign the management posted ("spoiled bourgeois!") that i wanted to post a picture of has already been x'd out.

Sunday, June 4, 2006

a little something ...

... for P.J. and Peaches, who are so faithful in their checking of this "blog" ...

first: an explanation as to why there have been so few ... er ... no posts in the past month and a half - I felt as though I had very little ... er ... nothing to say. 'twas one of those silent times ... 'tis still one of those silent times but if I've got the account I might as well use it. And there are a few things to report, simply for the sake of keeping this blog up to date ...

Next: some bullet points

  • it is only a matter of time before the song "Barbie Girl" comes back in vogue. and when it does, i will be waiting. also, angry.
  • going to see the new Neil LaBute play tonight; Some Girl(s), starring Maura Tierney, Eric McCormick, Fran Drescher, Brooke Smith ... and Judy Reyes - Carla, from Scrubs. as i adore Scrubs, this is very exciting to me ...
  • heifer has just jumped on the bed. say hello, heifer.
  • I believe that "i giardini di marzo" and "vorrei ... non vorrei ... ma se vuoi" might have replaced "o mare nero" and "acqua azzura, acqua chiara" as my favorite lucio battisti songs, the latter by just a hair.

and other such nonsense.

In bed all day; no appointments this morning (though, looking back, brunch would have been nice ... i would dearly love to go back to Kitchenette), perhaps catching up on sleep. there are things to be cleaned, things to be straightened up. I read Buttercry's blog in thrall as she describes her homemaking in a charming rowhome in Baltimore. Perhaps one day, I, too, will have corn starch and flour for granted in my pantry.