i'm back in love, freezing and in need of a reminder that i'm cool

i love to read. there are just no two ways about it. i feel kinda lost when i'm without a book, as i have been for the past month and a half or so. i've been listlessly picking up reading material but not feeling connected to anything and not really reading at all. i finally got 'on beauty' from my mom the other weekend and picked it up this past weekend. 2 pages in and that feeling of being in love and knowing it was right was back [if only i could feel this way in my personal life] and it felt so good. i'm not actually sure i'm loving the book, and i really want to watch howard's end to compare them. part of me wants to watch it now to see how the plot goes and if its worth it to continue, but then i remember how much i just like to be a reading a book on the subway and know i will continue.

my apt is freezing and the heat is on. my place of work today was freezing, and the heat was on. it is freezing outside. i really wish i had someone in my bed tonight to help keep me warm. or at a minimum mickey's water bottle or chill's rice bag, which i actually think i would like more b/c it sounds more huggable.

instead of reading for class i've wandered around friendster. this is sometimes a bad thing. i'm often surprised at how people i thought were lame or closed-minded in high school have turned out to do some pretty cool things with their lives and seem to have some pretty open-minded/progressive attitudes. the problem comes in when i think they are cooler than me now, and i'm definitely cooler than i was in high school. i know, i know, i have my own gigs of sorts but sometimes i feel lame for being a fem heterosexual education grad student who isn't afraid to affiliate with the mainstream jewish community, and is progressive but doesn't self define as radical, whose always happy to chill at a neighborhood bar and rarely found at community board meetings.

the brooklyn museum facade is really starting to grow on me

i saw it at night again today, really it does actually fit in with the old classical style (i should know my old architecture terms much better than that, i should have paid more attention when slip and slide and brandavenue and i took art history) and brighten the space, and allow for public space, and make it feel much more accessible. i didn't agree with herbert at first, but i do know.

OMG there is a fucking reality show about doctors doing crazy surgeies for people. i know there are a ton like fucke dup nip tuck, but this seems to promise people who need good doctors access to them and have the whole process caught on camera, and a promise that their sons and daughters will be saved. i fucking HATE television and the fucked up morals it is selling to us. seriously fuckin A. i'm going back to the land.

ummm. dude mardi gras is tuesday. i've never really done the mardi gras thing. also all the places have st patricks day (a holiday i can easily get behind. sit in bars i like and drink. works for me. makes me super sad mickey won't be here for it) stuff up.

lets discuss the answer to this question. its part of the reason i'm too smart b/c i have no idea what the answer is. i went with d.
which of the following has had the greatest impact on the rise of participation of the individual in US politics since the civil war?
a. reorganization of the political parties
b. supreme court decisions
c. some total throw away answer i don't remember
d. constitutional amendments

barbes came to the rescue last night. i couldn't be bothered to leave brooklyn last night after the stupid tests and being exhausted and had no interest in heading to the UWS for the 21st b'day party, esp as i had beers at the little bee with the levinerman's in the late afternoon-they are wonderful and i wish they lived here! but i didn't want to just sit home and watch a movie either. enter barbes and the roulette sisters an awesome quartet of 'old time' with a washboard HOLLA!!!! love kickin in the hood with the sexy girls singing 'bout sex in double entendres with, did i mention it-a WASHBOARD and cool guitars that i've never seen before. wish i got them.

happy birthdays

so i have a lot to comment on on some performances and art exhibits i've seen in the past couple days and the teacher certification tests that i was too smart for, but i will get to that later (esp as i am running late for ESP tours) but wanted to shout out some b'day wishes
feb 24 to slip and slide buddy's little sister who hit the big 21 (sorry i didn't drag my ass up to 125th for the celebration)
feb 25 my grandmother's 97th
feb 26 tilda's 27th wish i could be in seattle to go snowshoeing to celebrate with you
feb 27th mr. carble's 33rd
i think that's it. later.

please define and describe the difference between allegories and parables

[started friday as should have been continued and posted sunday night deal]
seriously i don't know. and niether did the writing teacher and social worker i spoke to about it last night. i really need to start coming home before 12:30, these drinks with friends i love after the main event of the evening are great for everything except my sleep schedule. and i need to be at the fucking javitz center for 9 hours, taking standardizes tests, tomorrow starting at 7:45 am. yep that's right 7:45 am. hell yeah i will be taking a car there. i need to buy pencils too.

ushered the new will power show the seven, last night. i wasn't loving a couple of the performances and the 2nd act was much better than the first. but i'm all for making the greek tragedies accessible to modern audiences. i didn't realize that willpower wasn't going to be in the show, as i think he phenomenal but it was still good. the greek story 'seven against thebes' set in ancient greece, told in hip hop and done as an allegory or parable [oh someone told me the parable had to deal with the bible] for the fucked up iraq situation and that violence begets violence. he compared oedipus' curse to that of robert johnson selling his soul to the devil to play guitar (boston kids tell me if i just made the wrong reference) same way reference was made in o'brother where art thou.

then went to orchard bar, which i was totally confusing with ludlow bar (which i hate, way to loungy/trendy), and was pleasently surprised (since it was at my non-trendy and divey level) and had a drink with some cool year 5 kids and got to see the temp art exhibit of stuff from people (who all turned out to be photographers instead of just a bunch of random people)'s bedroom walls. but hey how can you not love bars with multiple terrariums scattered about?

red hot chili peppers totally beats U2 for the best band ever.

or maybe not. that's my thought of the moment as i sing under the bridge to myself and remember how much i love kalifornication. that may change. this blog is in part an expression of feelings i have at the moment, its a place for me to do a little journalling, a little processing, get out some emotions inside of me. that's part of the reason i don't go back to make sure it makes sense to people besides me. what i write is spur of the moment and might not be the way i feel after i've had some time to process (this generally does not apply to politics or cultural event recaps though) even though i have an audience, this is for me. and you all know that. but sometimes that disclaimer needs to be thrown out there. and after a comment by mickey it appears that maybe its time for a little refresher.

i don't generally hang out with people that do coke on a regular basis, but i do know a few people who have done it, probably would do it again. the other day after a conversation about discovering someone does it a bunch, i texted a few people who i thought may have done it in the past but wasn't sure. apparently this was a bad thing. they were all totally thrown by the question and kinda shocked i would ask. hello, this is me people. but at least it made hoya call me back.

a slightly modified version of an email convo with mickey today:
mickey: will you hate me if i ask who zack is. its these names- eric, zack, aaron, josh. i can't keep them straight - give me something about the person, i work better that way
me: clinton hill boy, unempolyed writer, alcoholic i realize these aren't so specific he was at the cocktail party
mickey: HA. not specific, you are right. did you make out? you and Z
me: yes
i love that describing someone in my past romaticish life as living in brooklyn and being an unemployed alcoholic writer does not narrow down the field at all. my mom's friend really wants to set me up with her son b/c, 'at least he has a job' yeah and in my book that's all the right wing, completely un-urbane, job with no growth potential and so not my type physically guy has going for him.
i'll take my chances with my current situation.

the next guy i date is going to be an i-banker

so exciting parts of today: 1) i got to touch artwork at moma-sometimes its cool to be a museum ed grad student and put up with my horribly embarrassing professor, b/c then you get to learn that the huge statue of balzac has his hands in his pants, and i got to feel a rodin with my own two hands-and curator approved gloves. it felt illicit and cool and sad that not everyone can do it. it reminded me of the last trip to lumiere sculpture park in st louis when the kingsland girls and i got in a big fight over whether or not you could touch the sculptures. i still say yes.

2) an old time session happened upon me at the bar i was at. now not entirely sure of the difference between old time and trad, maybe that even though it was an irish bar, no one was of irish decent. good bar. good beer list, not necessarily all good, but certainly all drunk in eire. (the bathrooms were annoying in that there was a motion censor for when you walked in and then 30 seconds later they played a commercial over speakers. i hate marketing and the rampant consumerism of our society)

starting to get the feeling that leopold is rapidly turning into another clinton hill boy, which if you remember, he turned into a schwartz, which all just again proves it all comes back to pgh! but at least i managed not to see the ex this past weekend. not so upset, there was no need to meet his fiancee. seriously if only hoya or mollie rose were ever into girls or currently into girls respectively it seems like this would all be so much easier.

thanks to slip and slide buddy for the awesome children's book, and way to go on your shout out from bitch phd.

other shout outs. april 30th march to save darfur in dc. if you have some cash to spend, look at the orgs i support at the ned of my blog roll-all would be happy to have a donation (as would my, pay-back-my-student-loans fun).
and a shout out to nyuwritergirl, cause life is unfortunately stressful, but it gets better i promise.

the death penalty is wrong there is no two ways about it

i'm glad that the anesethiologists refused to participate in the execution at san quentin last night (although their reasons seem like more technicalities). the death penalty is just wrong. isn't this supposed to be a correctional system? how is that correctional? i really need to get more involved in this issue.

also i can't get why some people-esp when money is involved are so fucking myopic. these developers in michigan who want to dredge wetlands 20 miles from navigable water b/c 20 miles is so far away-dude really its not in any sense. you could walk it in less than a day. and so it won't have huge effects in the 25 year planned obscelesence of your building but would it really kill you to take a little bit of a longer term view.

kashi go lean-you are too damn addictive

ok new favorite artist: grayson perry. this british kid best well known for z's ceramics. the ones i saw at the warhol (where i also saw this guy who i could not place with his 11 year old son and 11 month old, i think maybe he was the sketchy guy who hit on us at arabica in high school who was a decade older than us, did he have a kid?) were these large coil vessels-i could not imagine making such a big coil pot. they were very reminiscent of old, lush porcelain with dainty decorations, except that the glazing was anything but dainty. 1. the sheer skill in z's glazing was incredible, the color schemes, the etching, the drawing capacity, the mixed textures of the glazes were just incredible 2. the subject matter was not typical. so much detail, so much irony and i'd say anger. it caused some cognitive dissonance in meshing the ideas normally associated with the form and the ideas normally associated with the content. i'm doing a horrible job describing it. look z up http://www.artnet.com/artist/423818787/grayson-perry.html

in typical 'burgh shteibl fashion...my mom made me go through all the levinerman's wedding pics with her and send a couple to her best friend from college's husband. they now live in california, but the woman who signed the levinerman's ketubah was his elementary school girlfriend, and apparently there was still some issues over a sweater he gave her or something 50 years ago...so now behny could see a pic of her. really, like there was any question, but pgh is the nexus.

and vodka man and pamster will be wed in the 'burgh-makes my budget, and my grandmothers happy.

back in the 'burgh

Steelers fever seems to have died down somewhat, my string of bad dreams, not so much.

let's hear your comments on this one: you compliment someone and z responds 'your not so bad yourself' (or something to that effect). Do you believe z? society doesn't teach us to deal well with compliments. i have been known to respond as such when i feel it would be improper to not say anything but i don't totally agree for the other person. am i the only one who uses this insincerly, or is it as i feel a polite way to be insincere?

when i was a freshman in high school i was collectively in love with a group of ultimate playing senior boys. due to my next door nieghbor friendship with a junior girl they were in love with, and my horrible attempts at ultimate, i occasionaly got to spend some time with them and they knew my name (but thought of me as M's little sister). After college I hooked up with one of them a M's wedding-big mistake except that then hanging out with them Sunday nights for the rest of that summer provided for my entry path into the world of kareoke. the one i hooked up with, mr metrosexual himself, moved to ny a couple years ago. but due to my distain of over priced lounges and his distain of dive bars and refusal to go to brooklyn we never hang out. but i recently found his blog and have caught up on the past year of his life. apparently he has a small part in a movie with george clooney. go him, although he appears to be as full of himself as ever. i should call him, but not hook up with him.

unclear why i can't spell check this. sorry if its worse than usual.

mazel tov-its a girl

MAZEL tov to J and E Densen on the birth of their beautiful baby girl!

no one else can get married may 26th 2007

or really maybe that's when everyone should get married so i can't go to any. the seattle wedding is that weekend, of a good friend from college who i knew in high school and excellent chance to spend serious quality time with the northwest coast kids. and then the carbles just announced they are getting married the same day in philly-and i set them up, so i feel even more obligated to go. i still need to buy a ticket for ireland.

last night was a great night. butterflies being released, a couple of $3 brooklyn browns and popcorn at grassroots, dance performance at ps122 and end the night throwing songs on the jukebox at blue and gold. good peeps and good dive bars make me happy. (on a side note i want to hit the brookyn inn again, its been a while and i love its jukebox and it has such a cozy winter vibe) i love dive bars. i found out last night that one of the kids i was out with has a twin sister who is deaf, he is hearing, that must complicate the sibling relationships even more.

[why is lexisnexus not letting me on??? i hate getting articles]

the money conversation-the dance piece was ok. i've seen sara before and she has a very distinct style that is both interesting but also not all that. i think she's much more of a performance artist than modern dancer-so much speech and audience interaction is involved. i'm always happy to go b/c i know her (she makes a good kugel), but probably wouldn't hit her shows on my own. in this series of shows she is giving away money to the audience and then there is a deposit box for them to give it back at the end. i wonder how much of the $5000 she gets back each night. i'm pretty sure it opened last night and most people were connected to her. it is the entirety of her savings account, but her fiancee can support her for a while. we questioned what amount of money we would have given back if we hadn't known her. if i got the $3800 i would give it back, but would i maybe just keep $50 and buy a round of drinks?

sometimes i cannot deal with people who are not as quick on the uptake as me. i get things. i get annoyed when others don't. the friday meeting today was painful that one person couldn't dissociate from one topic to realize we were talking about a separate issue, and really it didn't matter b/c it was just hoops that needed to be jumped through for grant report writing,

sometimes i'm a dumbass

and send emails that i know i shouldn't. it just makes mickey and chill shake their heads at me. whatever its part of who i am. i've also been pondering my definitions and applications of the words: vanilla, crunchy, hipster, and metrosexual and realizing that these are not all necessarily on the same continuum. i think of late i've been using hipster when i should have crunchy, but vanilla isn't the opposite of either. you can be either of those things and still be vanilla. and maybe vanilla is the opposite of quirky or appreciating acting like an inchworm, b/c well inchworms are cool.

in other news. boo the ruling that says companies contracting with nyc don't have to offer same sex partner benefits.
yeah that walmart will start stocking the morning after pill in its pharmacies. i think that women will still need a prescription, which is shitty. get it filled in advance girls.
commercial television gets a huge booo. the way to happiness is not through consumption and stop trying to sell that idea to me!

National Condom Day

who knew? but you now i love it. seriously kids there is no reason not to be having safe sex and you all know-and unfortunately some of you have heard my tirade on this more than others [word to the wise, start using condoms with all your partners every time and i'll stop yelling at you so much] that have all the sex you want just make sure it is safe and involves condoms! the pill does not prevent against disease! stay safe.

and just b/c i am so new york centric i will pass along the tidbit that nyc is designing their very own condom wrappers-i wonder which brand/type will be inside...

the bobovs meet the rav nachman of bratslav crowd

so there were 2 boro park hassidic guys at the tu b'shavat seder i went to. i think they were rather uncomfortable at the men and women singing together and kinda disappointed that there wasn't more pot smoking. as always greenzionist man through a nice affair, full of the crunchie hippie types and the 1000s of women he has dated in the city, i seriously don't know where he keeps finding them, esp as we all know he is so not my type. but there was some decent teaching and singing and a not bad art project, but a little too complicated for the crowd. i left before the last world. the guy i had been taking a nap on got off the couch making it more obvious how alseep i was.
shitty dreams and flying trapeze will wear you out.

i need to remember to wash my nalgene before i put tea in it. white wine, red wine and tea with milk and sugar don't mix.

VP3 where did you go? House of vegetarian you suck!

Seriously, i have such good vp3 memories i felt like it was 'our place' for the 12th st ladies and the rabbi and the levitt. so sad it's gone. i was so into the taro lemon chicken and our wonderings around. and house of vegatarian was a horrible meal that reminds me of why i hate chinese. but i also will eat at non-veg restaurants and i'm not sure that leoplold will.

In more exciting news, i was catchable at Flying Trapeze today. I had 2 clean catches and another one that went off, and i got the backflip down. i was quite pleased and now quite tired and quite sore. I didn't feel the same addiction i did the last time i did it, maybe b/c i got more air time this time or maybe b/c it was inside and not so close feel to the river. or maybe its that i'm more broke and know i can't afford it at all. this kid scott who comes twice a week and has some sweet tattoos-the colors are really nice on him, and we all know i love the flame design-a la the fluvlogs that i was always creaming over, and his was sleevelike below his elbow.

I asked for more money for next year and am supposed to negotiate this tomorrow. I've never done that before. ah. scary.

i bought an expensive song (relatively) at the new sounds theatre benefit for the 12th st ladies last night. it was really funny. i hope i get a recording of it.

'Don't Phunk With My Heart

I'll admit it. I really like what i've heard of the black eyed peas. and while i am totally into this song, i'm surprised it won a grammy. of course it was the only song i had heard that won one. what's the difference between a record and an album?

took the job today, even though i'm not supposed to talk about it 'til june. so i will work for a zionist school. i think i feel ok about saying that. esp b/c i will be the science teacher and not involved in the israel trip process.

i totally want to see heart of gold and failure to launch. although google seems to reveal that america sings a couple songs i love and ascribe to neil young-never mind that or that i constantly mix him up with neil diamond.

also i am totally obsessed with the butterflies at the museum. everyday at 5:15 they bring in the ones that were born that day that aren't N American species. they are posting a position for explainers and i totally want to interview for it i'd love to spend 4 hours at time with them. esp at the end of the day, and esp b/c the guy who brings them in is hot. but after the butterflies die they get turned into biohazard waste which is so not good. i get why, not native and all, but we are fucking up the earth and mixing species in so many other ways....

i should be sleeping

but i keep refreshing my email waiting for someone to email me. arg. not worth it.

my id (industrial design not the bloody other acronym meaning that has co-opted it) was not at the coop again this month. that sucks i want to hear about his garbage cans and somehow get to check out his brownstone which i bet is awesome. seriously i think this guy would be great to have scotch with. i wish he was my uncle.

found out that the father, of the second guy i kissed-famously under a table, and who was the first guy i brought home (who happened to go to high school with my mom) just died from cancer. i need to find out his email and get in touch. that's just shitty all around. and b/c pgh is the nexus i found this about from slip and slide buddy's weekly reading of the chronicle.

got offered the job (assuming my references check)

the lesson went ok. way over time-as all my lessons do. the kids weren't horrible. the space in unbelievably tight though. pay is ok-will still need another job and need a summer job. but that was exciting. wish i had health care. get to sign a real job contract.

resturant associates again

just went to the uber tiny staff dining room down in the basement. its the same company that does the rockefellor cafeteria but not nearly as big. the food is decent. and its a hell of a lot nicer space than the cornell cafeteria was.

so i am 4-6 years older than my two main cowokers, who are psuedo acting as my supervisors. my official supervisors are more experienced though.

copying this from gothamist on the danish cartoons and quitting of the nypress editorial staff...
The NY Press's editorial staff quit over the paper's decision not to publish the controversial Mohammed cartoon from the conservative Danish paper/tinderbox. The Politicker broke the news and printed editor-in-chief Harry Siegel's memo; here's part of it:

New York Press, like so many other publications, has suborned its own professed principles. For all the talk of freedom of speech, only the New York Sun locally and two other papers nationally have mustered the minimal courage needed to print simple and not especially offensive editorial cartoons that have been used as a pretext for great and greatly menacing violence directed against journalists, cartoonists, humanitarian aid workers, diplomats and others who represent the basic values and obligations of Western civilization. Having been ordered at the 11th hour to pull the now-infamous Danish cartoons from an issue dedicated to them, the editorial group—consisting of myself, managing editor Tim Marchman, arts editorJonathan Leaf and one-man city hall bureau Azi Paybarah, chose instead to resign our positions...

We have no illusions about the power of the Press (NY Press, we mean), but even on the far margins of the world-historical stage, we are not willing to side with the enemies of the values we hold dear, a free press not least among them.

It's is pretty shocking that not even the NYC tabloids haven't published the cartoons - they're always looking for something to incite insanity. We wonder if the State Department has been issuing secret warnings to management at media outlets. President Bush, in his remarks with Jordan's King Abdullah, said this morning that he (and America) believes in free press. The NY Times' Michael Kimmelman had an interesting essay about how the cartoon inspired this violence, and reminds us about Rudy Giuliani's furor over the Chris Ofili "Virgin Mary" painting that incorporated elephant dung.

i was never at work this early

had a 9am shrink appt and was on time. i was never on time for 9am meetings when i worked in the building. i like my shrink. there was a time when i didn't but i actually think she's helpful. but i still stand by that she is not always so open-minded, or maybe just uninformed, esp in areas where my crunchiness/social progressiveness comes in. but hopefully the dreams about my brother reappearing after 10 years will go away soon.

i had a non-date with a former coworker last night. if he wasn't engaged it certainly would have been. candle lit restaurant. split a bottle of wine (more than i have ever spent a on a bottle in my life, but not so much in the grand scheme, and he does grown his own grapes and make his own wine). he paid (which i hate, and i don't think he could make that much more than i did, but his rent is probably non-existent and i'm a student now) but i didn't complain b/c i didn't have $65 to spend on dinner last night.

in class yesterday we got into a big discussion about the built environment of a museum and the architecture surrounding the building and the exhibit and how that influences people's perceptions. i had a bunch of note, but don't have that notebook now. the feeling of comfyness came up and how the met and its marble don't feel comfy, but that's not what the met was built for-j.c.dana has a bunch to say about that. after my last trip to the whitney, inspired by reading some articles on the architectural layout of the ed ruscha and richard tuttle exhibits i tried to engage brandavenue.typepad.com in a discussion about how architecture creates the feeling of environments esp in museums. next time i'm in boston we are going to discuss it over some quality beer.

i keep getting notices to file my FAFSA. I would be happy to, but I am waiting for a W2 so I can file my taxes first. seriously shouldn't i have it by the 2nd week in feb.

correction

the ineradicable stain word is "story." don't know why i substituted word. "story." is also cool, but i think it would be cooler to have "word." 'casue then it could also be a sentence.

it looks so nice out i wish i could walk down the hudson, but i have to prep for my job interview on thurs.

every song is a love song, give me a break

so i was going to write about youtube one of these 'cool' websites where video gets posted. the chronicles of narnia rap was on there, (i generally am in no way itn about these things) but i got emailed by my friend's band has videos they through together. the band is pretty fun. check them out. http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=therandybandits
and of course made me wonder why all songs are about love and relationships. i mean its all i think about and all, but aren't there any other things to write songs about. tmbg has certainly found things although a fair amount are still about romantic relationships.

i'm falling into some high school patterns, some of the contraryness. this is maybe not a good thing.

but now what i'm really writing about is how i know someone part of ineradicable stain. he is 'word.' how fucking cool. he's a pretty cool kid, and apparently has other tattoo's that i wouldn't have assumed him to have. i know vegan does not equal straight edge and i know straight edge people with tattoos-is anyone even straight edge anymore or was that just a midwestern college thing? but kinda when i found out he didn't drink the first thing that popped into my mind was straight edge. but back to the matter at hand. how great is he 'word.' i wonder where in the story he is.

"the seahawks are just extras in the movie of life"

here we go stillers, here we go, pittsburgh WON the superbowl!!! hell's yeah. seriously, even though i think his story got over media hyped i am pumped that the bus gets to set down with a ring on his finger. went to schwartz's which had a nice crowd and a nice spread-and apparently his girlfriend-which was a good way to ensure we didn't kick it, which is certainly a good idea in the long run (not to that is). so i left right after the game and made some in your face and celebratory calls to seattle. i also had a bunch of messages from the boston girls which was pretty awesome. i love you guys.
so i'm being befriended by this former p.a.d. person from wash u, who spent 3 years in no other place but pgh. it is so fucking the nexus.

went out with leopold again last night. went to counter, which was yummy although $12 for a martini that sucks is out of control, and the desserts weren't very good, but the main meal was good and they have 3d paintings on the wall and a special viewer for their use. it was the first time that i had had reservations in a long time, also the first time that i was bought a nice dinner not by my parents in a long time. of course he's still on london time and you don't really need reservations for 7:30-he originally suggested 7 which i had to laugh off-my lunch guests didn't leave til 4:30 or so. leopold is so not a hipster. i'm not sure how i feel about dating guys who wear jeans and/or preppy shoes. ok plenty of guys i like wear jeans, but not so much the jeans and loafers. as stupid as judging people by their shoes is, it may work-time will tell.

feel like i didn't do much this weekend-extended meals with friends, lazed around in bed today, but somehow managed to not get so much sleep.

just met my neighbors out on the stoop

and turns out one of them is vaguely a coworker of mine, he works in the ed dept at AMNH. he's cute too. too bad he smokes, it was a clove but still...
i wore my teva outfit for shabbat tonight. hiking boots, long corduroy skirt, blue hoodie and my red ems jacket-what a little hippie jew
a walk to remember is possibly the worst movie i've ever seen-i left the 12th st ladies without falling asleep on the couch b/c it was so painful i couldn't stand to watch anymore. i hope they get rid of cable soon.
went to the jewish women watching event last night. have more to post on it. but must go to bed. and now from talking to the kids from 3r i smell like smoke-that so sucks.

quotes of the day

"lifecycle happens"

"that's what all the men say.....socialized to please"

"you were the scariest interviewed i've ever had" two people actually said that to me-they were both offered the job

"you little dirty mouth...i love it" this person formerly thought of me as demure (and is also from the quote above), i think after i flashed and mooned her outside the bar she doesn't think so any more

mazel tov to miryam and marah on their brand new little girl, i'm sure they will make excellent moms.

any single jewish butch women out there with brookburg approved politics (or more radical), residing in nyc? i've got just the radical west coast fem for you. she's a people person, activist, anti occupation and pro israel, and throws back wine with the best of us, brooklynites a plus.