the wedding is today. i am so exhaused and hung over but i couldn't sleep. this is our final wedding thing and so far everything has been great. our moms had dinner last night and the girls and the guys all did their own things. i think i'm gonna go find a salon and get my hair blownout.
nothing much to report. i have to finish the favors and the tables and chairs need to be put up. there's no way i am working on my property assignment! it will have t wait for the car ride home.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy
Law school is a definite new beginning for me. I've had many of the same friends for the last 10 years, but most have not lived in my immediate vicinity (except Meera -- she never left me and now I have left her). There are people in my life that I can talk to and say anything. almost, even, the things that I am afraid to say to myself. I find that noting my short comings is easier when I am sharing them with someone who has known me since I thought Woody Allen was irrelevant. The older I get, the more I realize that this whole game is dependent upon these permanent people.
There is a definite minimum number of people whom I need in my life to keep being me as I know me. Every 4 or 5 years, that number increases by one.
I feel like I get to start all over and do the whole college thing again -- meeting people, forming alliances, really getting to know them (in time) and being the best me that I can be.
Really its all about the opportunity to be the best me. I have no one to answer to but me. No deadlines other than the impartial ones imposed by school. I have no boss, no one breathing down my neck, trying to caress it or telling me how to improve it. But me.
And the chorus of friends. We don't let each other get away with anything cause we know better.
And these are the people in my neighborhood. These are the people I love. I feel old when I think about the people I love. Not a small list. Took time to cultivate.
Think it's the wedding talking. I'm sappy as all hell. Can't help it. Big stuff. Big shit. You try getting married and maintaining your normal NYC scowl.
There is a definite minimum number of people whom I need in my life to keep being me as I know me. Every 4 or 5 years, that number increases by one.
I feel like I get to start all over and do the whole college thing again -- meeting people, forming alliances, really getting to know them (in time) and being the best me that I can be.
Really its all about the opportunity to be the best me. I have no one to answer to but me. No deadlines other than the impartial ones imposed by school. I have no boss, no one breathing down my neck, trying to caress it or telling me how to improve it. But me.
And the chorus of friends. We don't let each other get away with anything cause we know better.
And these are the people in my neighborhood. These are the people I love. I feel old when I think about the people I love. Not a small list. Took time to cultivate.
Think it's the wedding talking. I'm sappy as all hell. Can't help it. Big stuff. Big shit. You try getting married and maintaining your normal NYC scowl.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
one down
So far so good. One week down and I haven't felt like its been all that difficult. Went to the first bar review for about 20 minutes because I waited 45 minutes for the bus to get there. I'm getting names down pretty well, but there are still a few people I've been seeing since April that I should know by now. I'm thinking of getting a name patch for my backpack.
The wedding is really putting me behind for this week. I have to do all my reading for this week tonight because I have class all day then I am working then I have class Tuesday day, then spa treatments (I'm getting married so I'm indulging) and then more class wed, a whole bunch of club meetings and then I have to fill the little favor jars of spiced rum. EEEkkk!!!
And of course I have a guest here from New York so we went out last night and got wasted and then ended up at Norms. Our server was a very slight and soft spoken brown boy/man. He was very androgynous with chin length wavy black hair and referred to himself as the Mother Theresa of Norms. I was drunk but I know he said that. I know it! I was with some New Yorkers, so we ordered disco fries, even though they weren't on the menu (if you haven't had disco fries, you are being deprived of a basic right granted by the Court of Public Intoxication).
And then BitterNY invited yet another person to the wedding. I'm not sure where everyone is going to sit. CRAP! But this is an old friend of his who I really liked. We talked and it was before I got drunk, so it was all good.
As I get to know some of my class mates better, I am just impressed with all that they have done and will do. I was really hoping to find a film project to work on -- produce, direct or edit -- and I was thinking of getting hoked up with some of the grad film students, but I think I can probably get it together with law students. So many actors! The more I talk to people, the more talent I will hear about. Can't wait to put it all together!!
The wedding is really putting me behind for this week. I have to do all my reading for this week tonight because I have class all day then I am working then I have class Tuesday day, then spa treatments (I'm getting married so I'm indulging) and then more class wed, a whole bunch of club meetings and then I have to fill the little favor jars of spiced rum. EEEkkk!!!
And of course I have a guest here from New York so we went out last night and got wasted and then ended up at Norms. Our server was a very slight and soft spoken brown boy/man. He was very androgynous with chin length wavy black hair and referred to himself as the Mother Theresa of Norms. I was drunk but I know he said that. I know it! I was with some New Yorkers, so we ordered disco fries, even though they weren't on the menu (if you haven't had disco fries, you are being deprived of a basic right granted by the Court of Public Intoxication).
And then BitterNY invited yet another person to the wedding. I'm not sure where everyone is going to sit. CRAP! But this is an old friend of his who I really liked. We talked and it was before I got drunk, so it was all good.
As I get to know some of my class mates better, I am just impressed with all that they have done and will do. I was really hoping to find a film project to work on -- produce, direct or edit -- and I was thinking of getting hoked up with some of the grad film students, but I think I can probably get it together with law students. So many actors! The more I talk to people, the more talent I will hear about. Can't wait to put it all together!!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
There's no place like home
So the first two days of orientation are under our belts. I've tried to meet as many people as possible and there are a ton of interesting stories to be heard.
I should be doing my reading, but there isn 't very much and I am still a buzz from the adrenaline necessary to get me out of bed today and keep me from falling asleep.
I did not have to spend as much on books as I thought I would. That is great because everything is going on credit cards until my aid comes through. I will incur all sorts of fees tomorrow for late payments, but since it is really the law school paying themselves, I'll be damned if they are going to charge me any late fees. I've been in the aid office so many times that even though I smile, they must be tired of seeing me and having to explain their archaic accounting methods to me. There is a separate office that is actually responsible for giving me the money and I have had to initiate dialogue between the two to try and get my money awarded under the correct code so that it can be delivered to my account. And even though the law financial aid office can see the true tally, the info being sent to me offically from the school is wrong. But somtimes the law finaid office is wrong so I have to keep going there and going through every detail, every item added or subtracted to make sure that I am getting what I was promised and not borrowing 13,000 extra dollars (as I was last Thursday).
I have never encountered so much paperwork and most of it is electronic. I have 2 logins and I cannot keep all the urls straight or remeber all of the passwords. If I ever lose my computer, it will be worse than losing my wallet.
We have had a few seminars on prepping for class and the personalities are beginning to show. There are 2 people who raised their hands quite a lot. One used a ton of jargon in a way that is like using a baseball bat in the outfield -- right game and technically right use (hitting the ball), just at the wrong time. The other guy has a slow and meandering way of talking that at first lead me to believe it would be best to ignore his comments. WRONG. He's way out in left field, but making the play. I never would have taken the matters in the direction he did. I think they call this a unique perspective. I'm hoping we have classes together so I can hear more of his thoughts and hopefully break out of my own comfortable ways of thinking.
I wonder if I am going to like all this learning as much as I think I will right now at this very moment. It wasn't until the end of college that I found my niche and started taking classes that I enjoyed and in which I really learned something. I don't remember a bunch of facts and dates, but the classes changed the way I saw myself, my history and introduced me to scholarship to which I could relate and that I respected. Is it a coincidence that my Profs were black and that I was learning about black American literature, music and history? Nope.
But, I don't want to be ghettoized either. Minority issues, literature or culture is minority because we have smaller numbers, not necessarily smaller influence. We, in the USA, share much of the same historical and cultural antecedents and all of us in each category are who we are because of those of all races who have gone before and influenced us. We do not live in a fucking vacuum (or why is February "Black History Month" instead of American history month?) There would be no Rolling Stones without R&B and the Blues. I am black, but my mom and family and husband are white. So as I look toward my future as a lawyer, artist and perhaps academic professor, I am looking for ways to navigate, reevaluate and re contextualize all this compartmentalization. And I have a lot of fodder for thought already as the self segregation has begun in force at the law school.
I should be doing my reading, but there isn 't very much and I am still a buzz from the adrenaline necessary to get me out of bed today and keep me from falling asleep.
I did not have to spend as much on books as I thought I would. That is great because everything is going on credit cards until my aid comes through. I will incur all sorts of fees tomorrow for late payments, but since it is really the law school paying themselves, I'll be damned if they are going to charge me any late fees. I've been in the aid office so many times that even though I smile, they must be tired of seeing me and having to explain their archaic accounting methods to me. There is a separate office that is actually responsible for giving me the money and I have had to initiate dialogue between the two to try and get my money awarded under the correct code so that it can be delivered to my account. And even though the law financial aid office can see the true tally, the info being sent to me offically from the school is wrong. But somtimes the law finaid office is wrong so I have to keep going there and going through every detail, every item added or subtracted to make sure that I am getting what I was promised and not borrowing 13,000 extra dollars (as I was last Thursday).
I have never encountered so much paperwork and most of it is electronic. I have 2 logins and I cannot keep all the urls straight or remeber all of the passwords. If I ever lose my computer, it will be worse than losing my wallet.
We have had a few seminars on prepping for class and the personalities are beginning to show. There are 2 people who raised their hands quite a lot. One used a ton of jargon in a way that is like using a baseball bat in the outfield -- right game and technically right use (hitting the ball), just at the wrong time. The other guy has a slow and meandering way of talking that at first lead me to believe it would be best to ignore his comments. WRONG. He's way out in left field, but making the play. I never would have taken the matters in the direction he did. I think they call this a unique perspective. I'm hoping we have classes together so I can hear more of his thoughts and hopefully break out of my own comfortable ways of thinking.
I wonder if I am going to like all this learning as much as I think I will right now at this very moment. It wasn't until the end of college that I found my niche and started taking classes that I enjoyed and in which I really learned something. I don't remember a bunch of facts and dates, but the classes changed the way I saw myself, my history and introduced me to scholarship to which I could relate and that I respected. Is it a coincidence that my Profs were black and that I was learning about black American literature, music and history? Nope.
But, I don't want to be ghettoized either. Minority issues, literature or culture is minority because we have smaller numbers, not necessarily smaller influence. We, in the USA, share much of the same historical and cultural antecedents and all of us in each category are who we are because of those of all races who have gone before and influenced us. We do not live in a fucking vacuum (or why is February "Black History Month" instead of American history month?) There would be no Rolling Stones without R&B and the Blues. I am black, but my mom and family and husband are white. So as I look toward my future as a lawyer, artist and perhaps academic professor, I am looking for ways to navigate, reevaluate and re contextualize all this compartmentalization. And I have a lot of fodder for thought already as the self segregation has begun in force at the law school.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
In the Beginning
In the beginning, I thought I'd be more ready than I am now. Went to a BLSA mixer. Very laid back -- sandwiches and chairs in circles to facilitate conversation. I talked with 2 2Ls about the summer jobs that they just wrapped up. I don't know what I want to do career wise, but next summer, I want to work for the public defender's office. It sounds like there is so much to actually do and learn and these people really do need help (albeit for problems many have caused for themselves.) I can feel the adrenaline already. The only problem is that I might like it too much. I was raised Catholic and am always just a little bit afraid that I will get a calling to say work in the PD's office for many years, earning no money and growing a f.u.p.a. I need to have a good paying job so that I can get my family out of debt.
So office not organised, books not bought, house a mess and laundry needs to get done. Who was I kidding thinking I'd have all my perfectly polished ducks in a row. It's just not me.
Profs were intersting today at the luncheon, but I'm already feeling ghettoized. All profs of color -- do none of the white faculty want to interact with us? And a hand out for black students with a section titled "Where to get your hair did". WTF?? I'm sorry, I speak proper English. The colloquialisms do not make me feel at home. They make me feel like this is a fucking joke. I'm in law school. Law school.
Didn't like one of the profs at all. Was so arrogant and pompus while trying to be humble. Couldn't listen to the feigned forgetfulness or the incomplete yet self agrandizing thoughts. I have no poker face -- hope no one was looking at me.
My face is a wasteland of white heads, can't sleep for shit. STRESS and I haven't really done anything.
I learned somewhere the supposed historical meaning of "Peace be with you" that one says in mass -- freedom from anxiety.
Stuck with me all these years. I need that now.
So office not organised, books not bought, house a mess and laundry needs to get done. Who was I kidding thinking I'd have all my perfectly polished ducks in a row. It's just not me.
Profs were intersting today at the luncheon, but I'm already feeling ghettoized. All profs of color -- do none of the white faculty want to interact with us? And a hand out for black students with a section titled "Where to get your hair did". WTF?? I'm sorry, I speak proper English. The colloquialisms do not make me feel at home. They make me feel like this is a fucking joke. I'm in law school. Law school.
Didn't like one of the profs at all. Was so arrogant and pompus while trying to be humble. Couldn't listen to the feigned forgetfulness or the incomplete yet self agrandizing thoughts. I have no poker face -- hope no one was looking at me.
My face is a wasteland of white heads, can't sleep for shit. STRESS and I haven't really done anything.
I learned somewhere the supposed historical meaning of "Peace be with you" that one says in mass -- freedom from anxiety.
Stuck with me all these years. I need that now.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
it's everywhere
I've been reading the blogs and seems like the anxiety and excitement is all around for the new school year. I just got back from a trip up to the Bay to finalize some wedding details. Then I bought a new very heavy printer and lugged it home. I'm tired, worn out and my neck is killing me.
So I'm reading blogs and watching MTV. My mind is on shutdown.
I should be organizing my office (no more controlled chaos, hurricane Leona in full force). But I'm watching a horrible music video that reminds my of my young-hot-thing party days in New York. Ahh, to be 22.
Read a blog entry--- can't write. Busy watching Diddy act a fool.
First school function on Saturday. Will post.
OOHHH -- Santogold . . .
So I'm reading blogs and watching MTV. My mind is on shutdown.
I should be organizing my office (no more controlled chaos, hurricane Leona in full force). But I'm watching a horrible music video that reminds my of my young-hot-thing party days in New York. Ahh, to be 22.
Read a blog entry--- can't write. Busy watching Diddy act a fool.
First school function on Saturday. Will post.
OOHHH -- Santogold . . .
Monday, August 11, 2008
just had to post
We just beat the trash talking French. Amen!!!!!
And I just had to post this very interesting story. Truth is stranger than fiction.
Bon Appetit
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And I just had to post this very interesting story. Truth is stranger than fiction.
Bon Appetit
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
I give up I'm an adult now
Just taking a few minutes on this Sunday afternoon to reflect. I just had a birthday. This Wednesday, I will meet with 2 friends from high school, one older one younger, though neither by much. I graduated from high school eleven years ago. Until I graduated, it felt like it would go on forever. But that was a good thing, I was having the time of my life. I had a great time in class (fighting the MAN, aka my teachers especially my English teacher, whom I pissed off so much she handed me a paper back on which she had simply scribbled the word NO. WTF?). A great time in cross- country and track, drama too. Saw amazing and beautiful parts of Cali. And I met some of the most amazing people in the world and we are still friends!
I am one of the world's most messy people. Not dirty, but messy. Back then, I was out of control. I have a hard time throwing things away. (Thank god for recycling, it makes me feel like I am not throwing things away but giving them a new life somewhere and therefore it is easier to let them go.) In and out of college, I refused to clean my room, do the dishes (ate out) or my laundry (NYC pickup services).
Well, the biggest difference now is just that I act like an adult. I don't look much different. I have mostly the same friends. I still listen to REM, PJ HArvey, Blur, the Pixies and really great 80's electro pop. I still love to cook, but now I clean as I go (result of living with a chef). I have done the dishes almost every day since I moved here (I didn't say that I've been an adult for a long time) and my office has small pockes of controlled chaos. Also, I now watch sports by myself (I couldn't be married to BitterNY without becoming a sports fan). I stopped myself from browsing the J Crew final sale earlier today because I just can't (even though technically I could) put anyhting else on my credit card with our wedding 20 days away. Oh, and I'm going to law school so that I can have a career and financial stability for my family instead of being one of the millions of table waiting wannabe artists (not that there's anything wrong with that).
So I guess I could replace acting like an adult with taking responsibility for my actions and getting my shit together. If I stayed in New York, I could have continued my extended adolescense, especially because I still look like I just got out of college.
But, I'd like to be a mom(feels really strange to write that!!) That's why I came to this law school rather than one of the 2 others who offered my a full ride. I passed on full tuition and fees with a living stipend at a school ranked exactly the same as the one I chose. (I may regret this, but it's too damn late now.) My family lives in this state and my best friend just had her first little one 20 miles from here. When I visited in the spring, I met other student moms and even a professor who said "Have your kids in law school." The BLSA members swore that they would bring me notes for any class I missed and would be there with advice and a list of recommended babysitters. It will be much easier for my mom to take the hour long flight down here to help.
So here I am and here we (me n' BNY) are. The stakes are higher than they used to be. Summers are shorter but I can sit on my couch all day every day playing Civilization if I want to. Debt is a real presence in my daily life but with bigger risks come bigger rewards (I hope!). I am better at cleaning up after myself. I've lost any angst and anxiety I used to have about growing up and being someone, now enjoying each day as I live it and reveling in the journey.
P.S. thanks to all those MILPS who have blogged through school and given me hope that I can succeed as a wife, law student and mother. You gals rock!
I am one of the world's most messy people. Not dirty, but messy. Back then, I was out of control. I have a hard time throwing things away. (Thank god for recycling, it makes me feel like I am not throwing things away but giving them a new life somewhere and therefore it is easier to let them go.) In and out of college, I refused to clean my room, do the dishes (ate out) or my laundry (NYC pickup services).
Well, the biggest difference now is just that I act like an adult. I don't look much different. I have mostly the same friends. I still listen to REM, PJ HArvey, Blur, the Pixies and really great 80's electro pop. I still love to cook, but now I clean as I go (result of living with a chef). I have done the dishes almost every day since I moved here (I didn't say that I've been an adult for a long time) and my office has small pockes of controlled chaos. Also, I now watch sports by myself (I couldn't be married to BitterNY without becoming a sports fan). I stopped myself from browsing the J Crew final sale earlier today because I just can't (even though technically I could) put anyhting else on my credit card with our wedding 20 days away. Oh, and I'm going to law school so that I can have a career and financial stability for my family instead of being one of the millions of table waiting wannabe artists (not that there's anything wrong with that).
So I guess I could replace acting like an adult with taking responsibility for my actions and getting my shit together. If I stayed in New York, I could have continued my extended adolescense, especially because I still look like I just got out of college.
But, I'd like to be a mom(feels really strange to write that!!) That's why I came to this law school rather than one of the 2 others who offered my a full ride. I passed on full tuition and fees with a living stipend at a school ranked exactly the same as the one I chose. (I may regret this, but it's too damn late now.) My family lives in this state and my best friend just had her first little one 20 miles from here. When I visited in the spring, I met other student moms and even a professor who said "Have your kids in law school." The BLSA members swore that they would bring me notes for any class I missed and would be there with advice and a list of recommended babysitters. It will be much easier for my mom to take the hour long flight down here to help.
So here I am and here we (me n' BNY) are. The stakes are higher than they used to be. Summers are shorter but I can sit on my couch all day every day playing Civilization if I want to. Debt is a real presence in my daily life but with bigger risks come bigger rewards (I hope!). I am better at cleaning up after myself. I've lost any angst and anxiety I used to have about growing up and being someone, now enjoying each day as I live it and reveling in the journey.
P.S. thanks to all those MILPS who have blogged through school and given me hope that I can succeed as a wife, law student and mother. You gals rock!
Friday, August 8, 2008
GRACELAND!!!!!!
COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO UPLOAD THESE PICS BEFORE. HERE ARE SOME OF GRACELAND. IT'S GOT NOTHING ON HEMINGWAY'S HOUSE IN KEY WEST. I'M DYING TO GO BACK THERE, BUT I'M HAPPY WE STOPPED IN GRACELAND CAUSE WHEN AM I EVER GOING TO DO THAT AGAIN?
TOP IS A ROOM COVERED IN CRAZY FABRIC. THEN HIS TV ROOM BAR, US WAITING TO GO IN, TV ROOM AND THE FAMED JUNGLE ROOM.
Un Misil en mi Placard
Finally got most of my class schedule today. I am relieved to finally have it and start fleshing out this monster I will be wrestling. It doesn't look that difficult. It looks like I will have lots of time for school and work and goofing off (which I do a lot). I feel like I'm going crazy. Estoy esperando por todo-- school, the wedding, my student loans. All the blogs I've read of moms in law school have given me tons of confidence. I am not scared, but I think that I should be. What I cannot take any longer is the waiting.
I thought that I'd get a spot in a program that my school gives the week before actual school starts for students who are new to the area or have been out of school for a long time. I graduated with a BFA (not exactly academic!) 7 years ago and I'm new to L.A. but I didn't get a spot in the program. Most of the people I met earlier this year are in the program. They texted me a collective hello. I'm totally bumming. It's that I can't stand to be left out -- I could really care less about the program. I've done so much research and reading so far, I'm sure I will get through just fine. But still, a little cloud of doubt lingers. . .
I'm considering backing cupcakes because BitteNY was craving them a while ago and I' d like to eat some yummy frosting. Other than that I will gorge myself on Civilization and Soda Stereo (Latin Rock band from Argentina who sound so freaking 80's I feel like I'm in a John Hughes movie) and cyberstalk my profs, now that I know who they are. One of them is Argentinain. I wonder if he likes Soda Stereo too.
This semester is looking pretty good already. Just let me at it!
I thought that I'd get a spot in a program that my school gives the week before actual school starts for students who are new to the area or have been out of school for a long time. I graduated with a BFA (not exactly academic!) 7 years ago and I'm new to L.A. but I didn't get a spot in the program. Most of the people I met earlier this year are in the program. They texted me a collective hello. I'm totally bumming. It's that I can't stand to be left out -- I could really care less about the program. I've done so much research and reading so far, I'm sure I will get through just fine. But still, a little cloud of doubt lingers. . .
I'm considering backing cupcakes because BitteNY was craving them a while ago and I' d like to eat some yummy frosting. Other than that I will gorge myself on Civilization and Soda Stereo (Latin Rock band from Argentina who sound so freaking 80's I feel like I'm in a John Hughes movie) and cyberstalk my profs, now that I know who they are. One of them is Argentinain. I wonder if he likes Soda Stereo too.
This semester is looking pretty good already. Just let me at it!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I LOVE NY in LA
Didn't do much for the birthday until yesterday when I hit Venice Beach with BitterNY and met up with some friends from New York. The water was amazing and so was the company. For the most part, everyone was a restaurant person. I worked with Sholi at the Asian mega bistro where I met BitterNY and he is going to law school too. Pretty cool to have someone around to freak out with (he's around and I freak out). Sara was on Top Chef a few seasons ago and moved to Chicago to open an all Top Chef restaurant. She's in town for a friend's bachelorette party. There was another chica there who I had met at the beach in Long Island. A random assortment, all in L.A. via New York.
Today was yet another extension of my birthday. I had lunch at Rustic Canyon. Amazing food. I was getting worried that I would not be able to find the kind of dining I had been accustomed to in New York. And, I had lunch with a friend from New York that I met when we worked together at the best little West Village NYC restaurant.
I feel like reminiscing. Here's a greatest hits version of our parties in Long Beach, NY.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
watch what you wish for
I applied for a parking permit without really thinking about it. I got a parking space. I also got sticker shock -- $600 for the year. I don't even have a car and at this rate and direction of cash flow, will never have one. On the one hand, I really don't want one. On the other, I am planning for certain things that will make it necessary to have a car by January. I'd like to do a bit of volunteering this semester and I just now, this very minute, realized that I might need a car to do that as well. s@#@$$**&! f$%$%^!d$$*(((:!
Also, I am very happy with my new little mac laptop but not so happy that Examsoft, my school's torture device of choice, does not run on macs. Or maybe it does, but on a separate partition of the hard drive running Windows on the Intel chip. And maybe that will void my warranty. CRAP. I should have looked into it further before running out to buy my pretty new toy. My first computer was a Commodore 64 and its been Apple since then. For me its like being left-handed -- it's just how I do what I do. One might think that I am too young to be set in my ways, but one would be wrong. I was such a left-handed baby and I neglected my right hand so much my mother thought I might be retarded in some way. I'm just stubborn.
So I wished for the Mac and wished for the parking space, and now that they are here, I'm not sure what to do with them.
I was reminded of a film I've meant to see today. The film was beloved by someone with whom I had a breif and passionate literary affair. Perhaps that is why I have put off seeing it. Time to finally get my netflix que in order.
Being There dir. Hal Ashby
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Being_There
Also, I am very happy with my new little mac laptop but not so happy that Examsoft, my school's torture device of choice, does not run on macs. Or maybe it does, but on a separate partition of the hard drive running Windows on the Intel chip. And maybe that will void my warranty. CRAP. I should have looked into it further before running out to buy my pretty new toy. My first computer was a Commodore 64 and its been Apple since then. For me its like being left-handed -- it's just how I do what I do. One might think that I am too young to be set in my ways, but one would be wrong. I was such a left-handed baby and I neglected my right hand so much my mother thought I might be retarded in some way. I'm just stubborn.
So I wished for the Mac and wished for the parking space, and now that they are here, I'm not sure what to do with them.
I was reminded of a film I've meant to see today. The film was beloved by someone with whom I had a breif and passionate literary affair. Perhaps that is why I have put off seeing it. Time to finally get my netflix que in order.
Being There dir. Hal Ashby
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Being_There
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Birthday Shmirthday
I am not looking forward to my upcoming birthday. The age thing doesn't really bother me. Yeah, I'm almost 30, so what. I feel good and look pretty good too. It's just that I can't celebrate the way I'd like. For the past few years I have been treating myself to long, boozy lunches of haute cuisine, indulging whatever current food obsession I have. Perhaps asparagus grilled in a wood oven, sweetbreads with anchovy vinaigrette, or a great bottle of wine from the Jura. Not so much this year. I'm far removed from the former peak of my earnings and --- wait. I sound like a whiny bitch. Note to self, you have nothing to complain about.
Last year I celebrated my birthday without on of my best friends because she was battling cancer. That is something that truly sucks. Time to turn this self indulgent bitch fest into something positive.
Things I am happy for as I look toward completing another year:
that I got out of my New York rut and moved back to Cali
that I am going to school on someone else's dime
that I am healthy and that my loved ones are for the most part healthy
that my loved ones are coming to visit me for the wedding, which will be the best party EVER
Irish cheddar cheese
the oil crisis (hopefully it will help us Americans change for the better)
Jcrew's new colors
Latin pop (thanks itunes for Circo)
the possibility of having a family sooner rather than later
that we get to have a wedding
that my Uncle Larry sends me birthday cards
that my mom is my om, its taken me far to long to appreciate her
that I now have sisters!!! (let's see how often we can corral ourselves in one state)
BitterNY is happy about:
having his health, more or less
finally having an income
that the wedding is getting closer
On a lighter note, here are some pics from Graceland, before the camera died)
Last year I celebrated my birthday without on of my best friends because she was battling cancer. That is something that truly sucks. Time to turn this self indulgent bitch fest into something positive.
Things I am happy for as I look toward completing another year:
that I got out of my New York rut and moved back to Cali
that I am going to school on someone else's dime
that I am healthy and that my loved ones are for the most part healthy
that my loved ones are coming to visit me for the wedding, which will be the best party EVER
Irish cheddar cheese
the oil crisis (hopefully it will help us Americans change for the better)
Jcrew's new colors
Latin pop (thanks itunes for Circo)
the possibility of having a family sooner rather than later
that we get to have a wedding
that my Uncle Larry sends me birthday cards
that my mom is my om, its taken me far to long to appreciate her
that I now have sisters!!! (let's see how often we can corral ourselves in one state)
BitterNY is happy about:
having his health, more or less
finally having an income
that the wedding is getting closer
On a lighter note, here are some pics from Graceland, before the camera died)
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