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my first psa of 2007

Jan. 22nd, 2007 | 06:57 am

Pennies are currency, correct? So why do I see so many on the ground, crying out for someone to pick them up?

Growing up, my dad always picked up coins on the ground. It could a majestic quarter ( a rare but enthralling find) or my humble friend, the penny. I was recruited, being lower to the ground and lesser of girth to grab these treasures from the pavement. Over the years, even long after my father passed away, I would keep my eyes to the ground hoping to spot that familiar glint, one that would signal some eventual extra cash in my pockets.

You see, change, especially pennies doesn't make you an instant gazillionaire. In fact, I think most people think of pennies as pointless, an inconvience. In a time where we use mostly plastic for our transactions, the penny gets the shaft.

I collect change in an old sauce jar. It takes a few months, but after awhile it adds up to 40 or 50 dollars. That is more than just 1 cent.

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Jan. 15th, 2007 | 05:02 pm

I've been on a cottage cheese kick, some may even say a binge. I can't get enough of those curds. It was on sale at my local market for $1 a carton and with my rainy day babuska on my head and shopping cart, I went.

I picked out cartons and received approving glances towards me. If they only knew I choose full fat.

Remember, I'm bringing cottage cheese back and it's a fatty's favorite snack.

the myth of me or alternative title: I do exist!

Jan. 5th, 2007 | 11:17 am
mood: anxious anxious

I was nudged, now I need to post more often. To my nudger: I hope you're recovering from your ordeal. Feel better! and eat yogurt with live cultures in it. You're on heavy duty antibiotics and need to replensish the good bacteria in your digestive system.

I'm surprised social services didn't take my lj away for abandonment. Sometimes, I pinch myself to remember that I do exist. It's the internet, we can vanish and reappear as often as we like. At least I didn’t fake my own death.

I grad-u-mated college, got my B.A. from a loser school in English Lit. I feel an existential mid 20's crisis coming up soon. Need to find a teaching position, need to know what I want to study in grad. school, need to become more confident, need to lose 50 pounds, want want want, need need need. It's that damn January 1st, it always makes you reevaluate your life, what's important from the abitrary bullshit.

I miss Vermont. If it wasn't for my relationship, I would consider packing up my bags and living there. I wish K. would reconsider but he won't. As much as I would miss the city, the bright lights and things to do, there is a part of me that can't stand the people here. It's too anonymous, no sense of community, one needs to eek out their own little niche. That niche can be easily trampled by all the others. Anyway, who doesn't love a land of cheese vaguely mid-western (any accent that isn't new york or southern sounds midwestern to me) accents, and people who wear sandals and shorts when it's 30 degrees outside?

my overalls don't fit

Jul. 8th, 2006 | 09:46 pm

They're too big on the chest and on the legs but I can button them over my hips. I am now playing the world's tiniest violin.

I only paid three smackers for them. What to do, what to do? Do you think a thrift shop would take big man's overalls?

my fantasies of plowing the farm and bales of hay are gone, all gone. All I'm left with are the corn fields of my mind.

because lists are the new paragraphs

Jun. 6th, 2006 | 07:59 pm

They're all the rage kiddos! :)

- I live in New York Fuckin' City, one of the undeniable food capitals of the world. We have great pizza. Not everywhere but I know where to pick up a really good slice. So what did I order last night? Domino's. I had domino's in Massachusettes two weeks ago and guess what? Bronx Domino's taste the same as Woburn Domino's. It's not the water, it's the genetically altered cheese and tomatos that grow under highlights in their secret factories. Much like the holocaust, I vow never again!*

-Summer school is here. Let's see, I've been going to summer school since 2003. It's never out for the summer for me. Anyway, this is my last semester of my undergrad career. I'll have 136 credits by the end of August. I'll be ready to kill, I'll be ready to maim, I'll be ready to drop dead. But nope, I have a career to start in September. Yep, I get to teach because the children of nyc need me. Someone in one of my English classes has a lead for a job for me. She tells me the school is always looking for fresh faces (or in this case fresh meat to feed to the hounds....)

-It hasn't been too bad, weather wise. Could be a lot worst, I'm not spiztiing to much yet.

- I think I kicked my diet soda habit (aka the sauce). I've been going out to eat and I don't order diet soda. I just drink water. My stomach thanks me.

-Why can't the frat boys & sorority girls in my neighborhood go away? the spring semester is finished.

-I love a great burger. I went to the much lauded Shake Shack (shakeshakenyc.com) last week. Was highly dissappointed in their burger. It was way oversalted, the patties were too thin and hence the meat was way too well done. If you like wendy's style burgers, this place is for you. The fries were of the ore idaesque frozen crinkle cut variety. I did not try their custard but I plan to soon.

*I'm not a complete food snob. I love taco bell even though they use the same seven ingredients over and over. I also enjoy the pizza in the Costco food court.

because I can't help but bring out this photo every few months

May. 9th, 2006 | 09:43 pm

I now present to you my lovely audience , burger baby!
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Feb. 24th, 2006 | 07:36 pm

I finally made the plunge. I purchased a digital camera. I finally was able to get the money together for one: my mom gave me an amazon gc for my birthday & combined with my tax refund, I bought a decent one. I'm not a professional, not a recreational photography enthusiast. Can't wait to photograph quirky things around my 'hood. Yippie!

(liz, I did start eating the cheese basket I received from you. Today was the first day I had any appetite. I'm still not that hungry but did sample some of them. Kevin even liked the stinky cheeses!)

yay, paid account!

Dec. 22nd, 2005 | 03:14 pm

so now I have 100 extra icons. I need a perky layout, too. I think I shall start on the hunt tomorrow.

a future portent is just a floor above.

Dec. 13th, 2005 | 10:56 am

I never noticed the elderly woman who occupies the apartment above me. Occasionally, we'll exchange the typical neighborly niceties: "hello, how are you doing?, it's such _____weather out!"

But K has spoken to her. Apparently she is widowed and her husband was a portrait artist (K also told me he was terrible but that is neither here or there). Her husband was also 20 years older. Now I look at her in a different light. Am I going to be the little old woman shuffling around, showing off K’s works, wearing hats and my best furs to do laundry or visit the corner store. Maybe, I just found this to be a little too close to home.

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Dec. 2nd, 2005 | 11:14 am

The first seat on NYC buses were reserved in honor of Rosa Parks' refusal to give up that seat. Well I was on a pretty empty bus (Beeline buses which are technically Westchester county) and this woman sat in the seat. A white woman too! I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she couldn't read the placard on the seat or she cannot read English. I just found it a bit funny and this young man kept staring at her until she finally moved.