Halloween is overrated. I can never make up my mind on what I want to be because I can't commit. Identity is a big issue. I like being myself. I feel stupid in someone/something else's skin. I do love candy, but it always makes me feel guilty, because on occasions like these I eat way too much.
Halloween is a dumb holiday.
Last night I went to Nick's going away party. I took a video.
This morning, Carrie and I went on a wild goose hunt to find vine, black spray paint and a sheet. I still don't have a sheet. oops. I don't really even want to go out. I kind of want to stay in bed, eat pbj's and do research. Wow. When did I become so crotchety?
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Cinderella.
A few points to note about my day...
1) I talked to a few girls in my class about what happened to me last night. One girl said it;s happened to her numerous times before. She even said it happened twice on the subway. What the hell is the world coming to?
2) I broke things off with the guy from craigslist that I met in person last night. (Don't worry, our "date" was nothing to write home about.) He was after one thing. And I nipped it in the butt (figuratively NOT literally! lol)
3) I went library hopping today. Hooray for getting research done.
4) I got a free tanning session in an AMAZING tanning bed. It had a water spray and air conditioning! I smell yummy. Ok, I know tanning is terrible for your skin, but what about those people who live in warmer climates and tan year round?
5) I am learning a new Rufus Wainwright song. "Going to a town". This video is funny because the guy in the beginning is such a meat head/jock rocker and Rufus is the saddest, gayest, most scrumptious musical genius.
6) On a happy, somewhat childlike romantic note, I was in Butler Library tonight and I spotted an agenda someone had left behind. I took it in hopes that I can find the owner and return it to him. It's kind of like a Cinderella story. He's probably an ugly dork, but a girl can dream can't she?
7) In travel news. I think I am going to go to Germany in January. I have a pen pal over there who I met in Barcelona last summer. He lives in Munich and is really tall. I just have to save up $647. That actually isn't that bad when you consider that its like $600 to go to California. I really want to save up and go!
1) I talked to a few girls in my class about what happened to me last night. One girl said it;s happened to her numerous times before. She even said it happened twice on the subway. What the hell is the world coming to?
2) I broke things off with the guy from craigslist that I met in person last night. (Don't worry, our "date" was nothing to write home about.) He was after one thing. And I nipped it in the butt (figuratively NOT literally! lol)
3) I went library hopping today. Hooray for getting research done.
4) I got a free tanning session in an AMAZING tanning bed. It had a water spray and air conditioning! I smell yummy. Ok, I know tanning is terrible for your skin, but what about those people who live in warmer climates and tan year round?
5) I am learning a new Rufus Wainwright song. "Going to a town". This video is funny because the guy in the beginning is such a meat head/jock rocker and Rufus is the saddest, gayest, most scrumptious musical genius.
6) On a happy, somewhat childlike romantic note, I was in Butler Library tonight and I spotted an agenda someone had left behind. I took it in hopes that I can find the owner and return it to him. It's kind of like a Cinderella story. He's probably an ugly dork, but a girl can dream can't she?
7) In travel news. I think I am going to go to Germany in January. I have a pen pal over there who I met in Barcelona last summer. He lives in Munich and is really tall. I just have to save up $647. That actually isn't that bad when you consider that its like $600 to go to California. I really want to save up and go!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
FUCKING GROSS!
Ok, so I was just hanging out in my room in a tank top and underwear. I gave pika a shower in the sink and then went to the bathroom to dry her. Upon coming out of the bathroom, I thought I saw someone outside my window. Freaked out slightly, I assumed it was someone taking out the trash.
10 minutes later, I heard a noise and it looked like the same guy was outside. I went over to the window to make sure it was shut. I saw the guy scurry away and got a little bit more freaked out. Luckily, my apartment has bars on the window, so I feel a bit safer.
10 minutes after that, I saw the same hooded man outside, pushed my blinds to the side and noticed HE WAS WHACKING OFF!!
I guess I need to get shades. I am so grossed out right now. Who knows how long he has been doing this. I guess I asked for it though, dancing around naked with see through shades. I can be so stupid sometimes.
Needless to say, I am scared to look out my window and I am scared to leave my apt at night. Fucking sucks. I am pissed.
10 minutes later, I heard a noise and it looked like the same guy was outside. I went over to the window to make sure it was shut. I saw the guy scurry away and got a little bit more freaked out. Luckily, my apartment has bars on the window, so I feel a bit safer.
10 minutes after that, I saw the same hooded man outside, pushed my blinds to the side and noticed HE WAS WHACKING OFF!!
I guess I need to get shades. I am so grossed out right now. Who knows how long he has been doing this. I guess I asked for it though, dancing around naked with see through shades. I can be so stupid sometimes.
Needless to say, I am scared to look out my window and I am scared to leave my apt at night. Fucking sucks. I am pissed.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Lion Cut at Last!
This morning I went to the vet. I found out that Pika is a mere 7.2 lbs.
I also found out that her eyelids curve inward. This is a usual problem, it is also why Pika likes to close her eyes so much. I can get her surgery to cure this, but I don't know if it is a big enough problem worth fixing. She seems pretty happy.
Also, the vet said that she has nasal problems, which I already knew. This can be cured with surgery as well. Once again, probably not worth fixing. Most Persians have this problem because of their genetics. The smushed face makes for breathing problems. I already knew this.
On a happier note, I found out that she does not have ear mites. Also, the vet said that there are 2 ways to tell if she is deaf. One would be to bang pots and pans. The other would be to bring her to a specialist. I will not do the latter. There is nothing I can do even if she is deaf. Therefore, I will never know, but I am pretty sure she can't hear.
Then Pika got her hair cut. I will take pics. She looks just darling. I put a sweater on her, but she already took it off. She kept trying to walk backwards...it was cute. I know I am a sadist.
(Pictures soon to come!)
I also found out that her eyelids curve inward. This is a usual problem, it is also why Pika likes to close her eyes so much. I can get her surgery to cure this, but I don't know if it is a big enough problem worth fixing. She seems pretty happy.
Also, the vet said that she has nasal problems, which I already knew. This can be cured with surgery as well. Once again, probably not worth fixing. Most Persians have this problem because of their genetics. The smushed face makes for breathing problems. I already knew this.
On a happier note, I found out that she does not have ear mites. Also, the vet said that there are 2 ways to tell if she is deaf. One would be to bang pots and pans. The other would be to bring her to a specialist. I will not do the latter. There is nothing I can do even if she is deaf. Therefore, I will never know, but I am pretty sure she can't hear.
Then Pika got her hair cut. I will take pics. She looks just darling. I put a sweater on her, but she already took it off. She kept trying to walk backwards...it was cute. I know I am a sadist.
(Pictures soon to come!)
Re-cap.
Saturday was spent for la plupart, trying to sleep off the Gin from the night before. At night, however, my friend Brittany came out to play. It was nasty outside but I figured I would give her the grand walk through Columbia campus anyway, because she is considering coming to Columbia for grad school in Journalism or Creative Writing. She is also applying to a few other city schools. It would be really cool if we could live together in BK or something for my 2nd year at Columbia.
She wants to get a Persian cat too. It would be really cute if she got a black one, I think that would make for a lot of peace and harmony..at least in the feng shui sense.
I took the train back Saturday night with Pikachu and Derek picked me up. There was this really loud and annoying guido, blowout, brah, nassau county kid on the train back, trying to mack it with some hunnies. It was the most annoying thing EVER. Way worse than homeless people asking for change on the subway. I wanted to turn around and shout at him to shut the hell up, but I kept my composure, as difficult as it was. Oh Long Island.
Sunday I woke up and Mom took me out to breakfast at Mundays. We got some important bonding time in. She told me about her future prospects for marriage on the beach in Florida and it got me really happy and excited.
After that, me and Mom tried to acquaint Lulu and Pikachu. They did OK. This is important because if I ever want to go somewhere, I can leave Pika at her place.
After that I met up with Dad and Jean and we went to see Robert Hansen. He is this really awesome psychic/medium. The event was being held at this ladies house and there were no more than 40 people. It was a really personal gathering. I got to see a few people cry and shed a few tears myself about others losses, happiness or misunderstandings that have now been cleared up. This man is incredible. There is no possible way he could make this stuff up. I definitely urge anyone to go see this man.
After that I came home, ordered chinese food and went to Michaels to get some craft supplies. I got a tub of clay and a tote bag. I really want to sculpt a hand out of clay, paint it and hang jewelery on it.
I also really want to paint a pic of Karl Marx on a tote bag in time for christmas. That man looked to much like Santa Claus. I wanna ring in the season with a little commie insinuation. I think Santa and Karl were much alike. Santa pretty much treated everyone equally, not giving any child more or less (at least in the ecclesiastical sense). I mean that whole blasphemous talk about coal was just a tool used to get kids to shut up and behave. Anyway, Karl really wanted everyone to be equal in the same sort of way. But he was more into all the kids sharing their respective toys with each other. I think these are both valid claims which should be respected and appreciated during the season of christmas. I mean, even though I have turned against religion and believe that the marketing of christmas is disgusting and almost inhumane, I still believe that people should be nice to other people and give for the sake of giving, not just because they want something in return.
After gettin crafty with it, Ma and I came home and watched some Kath and Kim and Ugly Betty. Then I went to bed.
She wants to get a Persian cat too. It would be really cute if she got a black one, I think that would make for a lot of peace and harmony..at least in the feng shui sense.
I took the train back Saturday night with Pikachu and Derek picked me up. There was this really loud and annoying guido, blowout, brah, nassau county kid on the train back, trying to mack it with some hunnies. It was the most annoying thing EVER. Way worse than homeless people asking for change on the subway. I wanted to turn around and shout at him to shut the hell up, but I kept my composure, as difficult as it was. Oh Long Island.
Sunday I woke up and Mom took me out to breakfast at Mundays. We got some important bonding time in. She told me about her future prospects for marriage on the beach in Florida and it got me really happy and excited.
After that, me and Mom tried to acquaint Lulu and Pikachu. They did OK. This is important because if I ever want to go somewhere, I can leave Pika at her place.
After that I met up with Dad and Jean and we went to see Robert Hansen. He is this really awesome psychic/medium. The event was being held at this ladies house and there were no more than 40 people. It was a really personal gathering. I got to see a few people cry and shed a few tears myself about others losses, happiness or misunderstandings that have now been cleared up. This man is incredible. There is no possible way he could make this stuff up. I definitely urge anyone to go see this man.
After that I came home, ordered chinese food and went to Michaels to get some craft supplies. I got a tub of clay and a tote bag. I really want to sculpt a hand out of clay, paint it and hang jewelery on it.
I also really want to paint a pic of Karl Marx on a tote bag in time for christmas. That man looked to much like Santa Claus. I wanna ring in the season with a little commie insinuation. I think Santa and Karl were much alike. Santa pretty much treated everyone equally, not giving any child more or less (at least in the ecclesiastical sense). I mean that whole blasphemous talk about coal was just a tool used to get kids to shut up and behave. Anyway, Karl really wanted everyone to be equal in the same sort of way. But he was more into all the kids sharing their respective toys with each other. I think these are both valid claims which should be respected and appreciated during the season of christmas. I mean, even though I have turned against religion and believe that the marketing of christmas is disgusting and almost inhumane, I still believe that people should be nice to other people and give for the sake of giving, not just because they want something in return.
After gettin crafty with it, Ma and I came home and watched some Kath and Kim and Ugly Betty. Then I went to bed.
The Chelsea Hotel.
Friday night I went to Liam's birthday. It was at this really expensive bar/lounge in the meat packing district. I couldn't afford a single drink. It was kind of a bummer. The after party was way better. It was in a penthouse sweet of the Chelsea Hotel. It was not a hotel room, but an apartment. It had a HUGE roof top with plenty of fake crows, spotlights, couches, foliage, and fun people. Inside was even cooler. There were lofts on top of lofts, with the acme being this witch hat sort of thing with a ladder, on the bedroom pier. There were so many cool pieces of art work on the walls and on the ceilings. The place WAS art. Even on the way into the hotel, every wall of the stairwell was covered in cool, avant garde art and sculpture. It must be the hippest place to live in the city.
History
The hotel has always been a center of artistic and bohemian activity and it houses artwork created by many of the artists who have visited. The hotel was the first building to be listed by New York City as a cultural preservation site and historic building of note. The twelve-story red-brick building that now houses the Hotel Chelsea was built in 1883 as a private apartment cooperative that opened in 1884; it was the tallest building in New York until 1899. At the time Chelsea, and particularly the street on which the hotel was located, was the center of New York's Theater District. However, within a few years the combination of economic worries and the relocation of the theaters bankrupted the Chelsea cooperative. In 1905, the building was purchased and opened as a hotel.
Owing to its long list of famous guests and residents, the hotel has an ornate history, both as a birth place of creative modern art and home of bad behavior. Bob Dylan composed songs while staying at the Chelsea, and poets Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso chose it as a place for philosophical and intellectual exchange. It is also known as the place where the writer Dylan Thomas died of alcohol poisoning on in 1953, and where Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols may have stabbed his girlfriend, Nancy Spungen, to death on October 12, 1978.
Chelsea Hotel’s famous visitors and residents
Visitors and residents of the Chelsea Hotel include Eugene O’Neil, Thomas Wolfe, and Arthur C. Clarke (who wrote 2001: A Space Oddyssey while in residence). Janis Joplin, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, and the Grateful Dead passed through the hotels doors in the 1960s.
Virgil Thompson, Larry Rivers, William Burroughs, Willem de Kooning, Jasper Johns, Patti Smith, Arthur Miller, Dylan Thomas, and many, many others stayed here too.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I Love Harlem.
If I had a dime for every time I have been cat called, I would have moved to Hawaii years ago.
Just today, walking to Marshalls on 125th, I was hollered at by 8 men. The funniest were...
On my way there...
Both of these men approached me from behind.
Skeez #1: "Damn girl, you're beautiful. What you can't say hi?"::walks away::
Skeez #2: "Well at least he has good taste."
Old man with gold teeth and a 3 piece suit (cane included).
"If I had a girl like you in my life, I wouldn't have any more troubles."
On my way back...
As I was sending a text.
"Nah, Don't do dat, call yo!"
Some guy selling umbrellas as it was starting to rain.
"Here, so you don't melt."
Haha. The last one was the cleverest. I feel like some people would be terrified by these sort of advances on the street. I just hold my head up high and strut. They're harmless, during the day. Would I ever venture out there at night? Hell No. It just makes me laugh, the things they come up with. Do they actually think I am going to respond? It's amazing the amount of things you learn to ignore while living in the city.
Just today, walking to Marshalls on 125th, I was hollered at by 8 men. The funniest were...
On my way there...
Both of these men approached me from behind.
Skeez #1: "Damn girl, you're beautiful. What you can't say hi?"::walks away::
Skeez #2: "Well at least he has good taste."
Old man with gold teeth and a 3 piece suit (cane included).
"If I had a girl like you in my life, I wouldn't have any more troubles."
On my way back...
As I was sending a text.
"Nah, Don't do dat, call yo!"
Some guy selling umbrellas as it was starting to rain.
"Here, so you don't melt."
Haha. The last one was the cleverest. I feel like some people would be terrified by these sort of advances on the street. I just hold my head up high and strut. They're harmless, during the day. Would I ever venture out there at night? Hell No. It just makes me laugh, the things they come up with. Do they actually think I am going to respond? It's amazing the amount of things you learn to ignore while living in the city.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Lost my train of thought.
Last night was fun. I taught Kate how to play pool. I can't believe she has never played before. It was kind of funny. The game lasted forever, but I eventually lost because I got the 8 ball in. There was a really cute boy at open mic night with a blazer and glasses. Supposedly he spent a year in Cambodia or something, searching for life's meaning, eating caterpillars to survive.
Let me break it down for you, the school that Kate's BF goes to is a seminary. They are very liberal, but still a seminary, therefore many people who go there want to be religious leaders. Most of the poetry, songs and whatnot that were performed were written with regards to the higher power. It was interesting to sit in on such an event.
They were passing the guitar around later in the night and I was tempted to sing a song, but I didn't. This one guy from Australia sang a song by Flight of the Conchords, who we all know are New Zealanders. I was joking with him about how Australians and New Zealanders hate each other. I am so freakin witty.
Anyway. I have been a mega loser lately and have met a couple of boys on Craigslist. I haven't met any in person yet, but I know it must be at a public place and I shouldn't give out too much personal info.
Sidenote: My cat is SO funny. Everytime she poops, she gets out of her little littler-house and RUNS to the window ledge. Like she's ashamed. It is really funny, but really frightening, like, if I don't know she's pooping, I think something was chasing her or something. haha.
Today was spend taking Florence out for 2 hours, followed by some grocery shopping and homework/dillydallying.
I bought a delicious bottle of wine at my fave wine shop and I am about to take a shower before I get ready to go to Liam's birthday party. Should be a pretty big fiesta. His papa is none other than the infamous PatrickMcmullan i.e. the fabulous celeb. event photographer I used to work for. Tonight is the night to get my drink on. I will be sleeping at Carries. Hopefully I won't throw up through the course of the night.
TTFN.
"I got my drink and my 2 step"
Let me break it down for you, the school that Kate's BF goes to is a seminary. They are very liberal, but still a seminary, therefore many people who go there want to be religious leaders. Most of the poetry, songs and whatnot that were performed were written with regards to the higher power. It was interesting to sit in on such an event.
They were passing the guitar around later in the night and I was tempted to sing a song, but I didn't. This one guy from Australia sang a song by Flight of the Conchords, who we all know are New Zealanders. I was joking with him about how Australians and New Zealanders hate each other. I am so freakin witty.
Anyway. I have been a mega loser lately and have met a couple of boys on Craigslist. I haven't met any in person yet, but I know it must be at a public place and I shouldn't give out too much personal info.
Sidenote: My cat is SO funny. Everytime she poops, she gets out of her little littler-house and RUNS to the window ledge. Like she's ashamed. It is really funny, but really frightening, like, if I don't know she's pooping, I think something was chasing her or something. haha.
Today was spend taking Florence out for 2 hours, followed by some grocery shopping and homework/dillydallying.
I bought a delicious bottle of wine at my fave wine shop and I am about to take a shower before I get ready to go to Liam's birthday party. Should be a pretty big fiesta. His papa is none other than the infamous PatrickMcmullan i.e. the fabulous celeb. event photographer I used to work for. Tonight is the night to get my drink on. I will be sleeping at Carries. Hopefully I won't throw up through the course of the night.
TTFN.
"I got my drink and my 2 step"
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The weekend already?
Today I went to class. I got a B+ on my Sociological Theory paper. Woohoo. After class I did a lot of reading because I have been feeling like a slacker lately. I hung out with Kate a lot today as well. Boy am I glad I met her. She really gets me and brings me up when I need to be brought up. She makes me feel smart. She is a really great friend for so many reasons. I don't think I would be managing half as well in this Columbia atmosphere without her.
This post goes out to Kate Mendes-Fridkis for being amazing and my most favorite new person in my life.
Anyway, tonight I am going to an open mic night with her and her bf tonight. Tomorrow I will hang with my woman Flo and then tomorrow night, I think Eddie is coming out to see Baal with me. Woot Woot.
This post goes out to Kate Mendes-Fridkis for being amazing and my most favorite new person in my life.
Anyway, tonight I am going to an open mic night with her and her bf tonight. Tomorrow I will hang with my woman Flo and then tomorrow night, I think Eddie is coming out to see Baal with me. Woot Woot.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Sloth.
I didn't do anything today. I am feeling a bit better. Pikachu kept me company. I watched bad movies and the 2nd season of arrested development. I wish I could make a living out of being a sloth.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sickly.
Yesterday I went out for coffee with my friend whose name, amazingly enough is Tony Capobianco. We went to the Cooper-Hewitt museum for a bit because it's free this week. The exhibit wasn't that good.
I started feeling really sick about halfway through my walk through central park. Anyway. We stopped at duane reade and I picked up some cold meds. Then we got Starbucks and talked about Religulous. After, I made him go to Petco with me so I could pick up kitty litter and I got a mag on Persians.
I then took the train back to the west side. It is such a pain to go from east to west and vice versa. It took forever because I got on the train going the wrong way at first. Then I finally got home and realized I had a half hour until I had to leave for the Masters reception at school. I went there and they had a nice free dinner/buffet.
I met this really nice/smart girl from Greece (Maria). She is a part of the Human Rights program. There were a lot of people from this program there. I drank some free wine and met Fatima from Pakistan, Lacey from Florida and Youssef from Tunisia. I've said it once and I will say it again, I love having the opportunity to meet people from all over the world.
After that, I came home and tried to catch some Z's.
This morning I woke up feeling like absolute shit. I went to my first class and coughed a lot through out the whole thing. Then the 2nd class I cut out on halfway thorough. I just couldnt do it. I got my midterm grade back for stats, I got a 88! Woohoo! Anyway. I have been resting all day. I don't think I am going to class tomorrow. I need to get better. Nyquil here I come.
I started feeling really sick about halfway through my walk through central park. Anyway. We stopped at duane reade and I picked up some cold meds. Then we got Starbucks and talked about Religulous. After, I made him go to Petco with me so I could pick up kitty litter and I got a mag on Persians.
I then took the train back to the west side. It is such a pain to go from east to west and vice versa. It took forever because I got on the train going the wrong way at first. Then I finally got home and realized I had a half hour until I had to leave for the Masters reception at school. I went there and they had a nice free dinner/buffet.
I met this really nice/smart girl from Greece (Maria). She is a part of the Human Rights program. There were a lot of people from this program there. I drank some free wine and met Fatima from Pakistan, Lacey from Florida and Youssef from Tunisia. I've said it once and I will say it again, I love having the opportunity to meet people from all over the world.
After that, I came home and tried to catch some Z's.
This morning I woke up feeling like absolute shit. I went to my first class and coughed a lot through out the whole thing. Then the 2nd class I cut out on halfway thorough. I just couldnt do it. I got my midterm grade back for stats, I got a 88! Woohoo! Anyway. I have been resting all day. I don't think I am going to class tomorrow. I need to get better. Nyquil here I come.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
My Wish List.
Now that I have a job, or 2 or 3...I would like to buy more things. I know the logical thing to do would be to put money away, but where's the fun in that? I am not talking about buying more booze, because we all know that has been known to put holes in my pockets. I have my eye on a few tangible goods.
This passport holder.
This necklace.
This bag.
Any of these kinds of paintings from this website. They're all hilarious. They have their own little personality descriptions too!
P.S. I have the cutest, most loving cat in the world.
This passport holder.
This necklace.
This bag.
Any of these kinds of paintings from this website. They're all hilarious. They have their own little personality descriptions too!
P.S. I have the cutest, most loving cat in the world.
Oyster Festival.
I went to the Oyster Festival today with Sara and Kristen. It's one of those things where you feel like you have to go each year and then leave asap once you realize how crowded it is. I had some good clam chowder and old fashioned soda and I got a free "go green" bag. So I guess it was worth it.
Local Bars.
I slept on Long Island last night. I met up with the Brooklyn crew at the Coach after their Oyster fest adventures, then I met up with Sara, Andria, Kristin, Nancy, PJ, Chris and Trevor through out the course of the night in Huntington. I drank and laughed. It was a pleasant night hanging with old friends. Now I am back in NYC. I am really tired and I think I am getting sick...actually I know I am. Sucks.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Red Wine and Pizza.
Last night Mal and Kathy came over. We went to the wine store and picked up 3 bottles of red wine and ordered in a pizza. We hung out and watched youtube videos for a few hours. I love it that those girls come in and visit me. Mal lives in White Plains now for law school and Kathy still resides on LI. I suppose my place is an intermediate where we can all meet up. I like that.
Later on in the night Jason met up. We all walked downtown a bit for a few drinks. Later on, we met up with Katherine from my dept and her husband (who is from Sweden). There is a really fun dynamic between them 2. I was talking to them about my idea to rent out my apt for the month of July. They urged me to go to Paris. They said it is really easy to get around there. I think I could handle it. I am pretty sure that I would be lonely and would need to do a lot of research, but I think I could handle it. I am excited for my future vacation/exploration prospects!
After a little dancing with Kathy, we all headed back to my place around 12:30. I feel bad because I am pretty sure Mal missed her train. I gave her one of my pepper sprays because I know she has a lot of walking to do in the dark.
Anyway. Today I will be doing much reading and heading back to LI. I really want to take Pikachu to the vet. Clara hasn't gotten back to me with any word on when I can get these vaccination and purebred papers. I really also need to talk to her about the price of my tutoring. AHH.
Later on in the night Jason met up. We all walked downtown a bit for a few drinks. Later on, we met up with Katherine from my dept and her husband (who is from Sweden). There is a really fun dynamic between them 2. I was talking to them about my idea to rent out my apt for the month of July. They urged me to go to Paris. They said it is really easy to get around there. I think I could handle it. I am pretty sure that I would be lonely and would need to do a lot of research, but I think I could handle it. I am excited for my future vacation/exploration prospects!
After a little dancing with Kathy, we all headed back to my place around 12:30. I feel bad because I am pretty sure Mal missed her train. I gave her one of my pepper sprays because I know she has a lot of walking to do in the dark.
Anyway. Today I will be doing much reading and heading back to LI. I really want to take Pikachu to the vet. Clara hasn't gotten back to me with any word on when I can get these vaccination and purebred papers. I really also need to talk to her about the price of my tutoring. AHH.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Old.
Today I went to a nursing home to take care of Florence. She is Paula's (the women whose daughter I babysit/tutor) mother. Paula told me in advance that Florence is one tough cookie and probably wont talk to me much. I got to the nursing home, which is located between the Hudson and Broadway on the upper west side. There I met Maya's nanny, who showed me the ropes on how to get in and what to do when I care for Florence.
I stepped inside and immediately my nostrils were filled with pungent old people smell. I wanted to turn around because the aroma was so intense that I almost stopped breathing. There I met Leanette, a 50 some odd Indian woman with a pleasant demeanor. We signed in and went up to the 13th floor. We walked down a long smelly hallway resembling a hospital with a stark, cold unhomey appearance. At the end of one of the hallways was Florence's room. I introduced myself and smiled, I would have normally shook one's hand upon meeting them, but once arthritis kicks in, one worries about hurting crooked fingers with one's firm-gripped handshake.
I asked Florence where she would like to go today, she said "out of this world". Leanette told her god wasn't ready for her yet and that there was more for her to do here. Florence insisted she was ready. I helped put the feet/leg brace things onto the wheelchair and we were on our way out to the real world. Florence must have mentioned how much she hated the nursing home 3 times within my 5 minutes of being there.
We got outside and Florence lit up a cigarette. She asked me if I minded, I said no. Then we walked to the corner and Leanette left. This was my first time maneuvering a wheel chair, other than at the liberty science center as a kid. I almost flung her into the street a couple of times with those choppy curbs. I learned the trick is to go backwards.
We went to the market and picked up some things. At the end when we got on line, she asked me if I wanted anything. I said "no, but thank you". The woman in front of us on line kept staring at Florence's feet, I wanted to tell her "take a picture, it will last longer" . Yes, they are gross, but that woman was so obviously looking at them and thinking "wow, those are some nasty feet." I felt bad. Since the aisles for the checkout were so narrow, we had to maneuver through a farther away aisle and I met Flo on the other side.
After we left the store, Flo asked me if I would like to get lunch. I said OK and she asked if I wanted Japanese or something else (I don't recall). Obviously I chose Japanese. We went into this place that was right next door. It was a snazzy little joint. I told her about my obsession with Japanese food and she asked me what I recommended. We each got the 2 roll lunch special. She seemed to not know much about Japanese food, as she kept asking me what things were. She didn't know how to use chopsticks either.
I told her about my cat, my knitting class, my schooling, and my upbringing. I asked her about her previous career, family and where she grew up. We reign from similar areas. I found a great deal of common things between her and my late great grandmother.
She took a big bite of wasabi and started choking. I probably should have warned her about that, but I didn't because she was the one who offered going to a Japanese place. So I thought she knew.
She didn't eat much and offered me her left overs. I gladly accepted.
We continued to talk, and at one point of the conversation I wanted to start crying. It's so sad when people get old. She was saying how she used to live in a building with Asian people, and that they have so much respect for their elders.
We then went to duane reade to I could buy a pack of cigarettes. We smoked a fag together and talked some more. Then I strolled her back to her jail cell...i mean hospital...I mean nursing home. I helped her put away her groceries and told her it was a pleasure spending time with her. I didn't get paid yet. I believe Paula will do that the next time I see her.
Florence was NOT difficult, like Paula was making her out to be. She was sweet. She just wants some real communication and respect. What she really wants is someone to put her out of her misery.
I left and the second the door closed the tears started coming. No one should be allowed to get old.
I stepped inside and immediately my nostrils were filled with pungent old people smell. I wanted to turn around because the aroma was so intense that I almost stopped breathing. There I met Leanette, a 50 some odd Indian woman with a pleasant demeanor. We signed in and went up to the 13th floor. We walked down a long smelly hallway resembling a hospital with a stark, cold unhomey appearance. At the end of one of the hallways was Florence's room. I introduced myself and smiled, I would have normally shook one's hand upon meeting them, but once arthritis kicks in, one worries about hurting crooked fingers with one's firm-gripped handshake.
I asked Florence where she would like to go today, she said "out of this world". Leanette told her god wasn't ready for her yet and that there was more for her to do here. Florence insisted she was ready. I helped put the feet/leg brace things onto the wheelchair and we were on our way out to the real world. Florence must have mentioned how much she hated the nursing home 3 times within my 5 minutes of being there.
We got outside and Florence lit up a cigarette. She asked me if I minded, I said no. Then we walked to the corner and Leanette left. This was my first time maneuvering a wheel chair, other than at the liberty science center as a kid. I almost flung her into the street a couple of times with those choppy curbs. I learned the trick is to go backwards.
We went to the market and picked up some things. At the end when we got on line, she asked me if I wanted anything. I said "no, but thank you". The woman in front of us on line kept staring at Florence's feet, I wanted to tell her "take a picture, it will last longer" . Yes, they are gross, but that woman was so obviously looking at them and thinking "wow, those are some nasty feet." I felt bad. Since the aisles for the checkout were so narrow, we had to maneuver through a farther away aisle and I met Flo on the other side.
After we left the store, Flo asked me if I would like to get lunch. I said OK and she asked if I wanted Japanese or something else (I don't recall). Obviously I chose Japanese. We went into this place that was right next door. It was a snazzy little joint. I told her about my obsession with Japanese food and she asked me what I recommended. We each got the 2 roll lunch special. She seemed to not know much about Japanese food, as she kept asking me what things were. She didn't know how to use chopsticks either.
I told her about my cat, my knitting class, my schooling, and my upbringing. I asked her about her previous career, family and where she grew up. We reign from similar areas. I found a great deal of common things between her and my late great grandmother.
She took a big bite of wasabi and started choking. I probably should have warned her about that, but I didn't because she was the one who offered going to a Japanese place. So I thought she knew.
She didn't eat much and offered me her left overs. I gladly accepted.
We continued to talk, and at one point of the conversation I wanted to start crying. It's so sad when people get old. She was saying how she used to live in a building with Asian people, and that they have so much respect for their elders.
We then went to duane reade to I could buy a pack of cigarettes. We smoked a fag together and talked some more. Then I strolled her back to her jail cell...i mean hospital...I mean nursing home. I helped her put away her groceries and told her it was a pleasure spending time with her. I didn't get paid yet. I believe Paula will do that the next time I see her.
Florence was NOT difficult, like Paula was making her out to be. She was sweet. She just wants some real communication and respect. What she really wants is someone to put her out of her misery.
I left and the second the door closed the tears started coming. No one should be allowed to get old.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Deaf?
It just occurred to me Pikachu is deaf. Doctors say that an overwhelming majority of white Persians with blue eyes have the deaf gene. Because of this, they are hard to breed because they can't hear their babies crying. How sad is that? It made me a bit sad when I realized this. But then I realized that I love her even more because of it. It makes her less skittish. I think the reason why she responds well to the name Pikachu is because when I say it, I move a certain way that makes it different from the rest of my dialect. I say it like the Pokemon said it when he made an attack. My cat is better than yours because she understands sign language.
Housing Swap.
I am thinking of donating some eggs for $8,000 and doing a housing swap for the month of July in some country in Europe. Potential places are Barcelona, Paris, Somewhere in southern France, London, Belgium, Norway, Berlin, Scotland or Greece.
Fini Avec Midterms.
YESS! I am done with midterms. What a rough week I've had with trying to rush through work and function, see people, get new jobs and play with my new kitty. I am expecting to get around a B+-A- on my stats midterm. I don't see why I shouldn't do well, unless I made a minor mistake. On my theory paper, I am expecting a C-C+. I would rather have low expectations because this is Columbia and all. These classes are pass fail so I am not too concerned overall. It was just really exhausting killing myself to do the best work that I could do.
Yesterday was mostly work and little play, however Damon came over later on in the evening and met Pikachu. We went out for a couple drinks and had some really interesting conversation.
I am exhausted. I am so glad midterms are fini.
Yesterday was mostly work and little play, however Damon came over later on in the evening and met Pikachu. We went out for a couple drinks and had some really interesting conversation.
I am exhausted. I am so glad midterms are fini.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Pikachu.
Ok, so I know you are going to think of me as a crazy cat lady soon. I am just really excited to have this new addition in my life.
I picked her up yesterday. I opened up the bag and she looked around a bit then hid under my bed for roughly 2 hours, coming out every now and then to slowly check things out. Eventually she hopped up onto my bed and nuzzled me. I brushed her for hours and she purred and meowed and nuzzled. I am absolutely in love with her. She even licked me with her sandpaper tongue! I have to get her groomed today and I need to get her a scratching post. She is really perfect.
Reasons why I picked the name Pikachu...
-I was trying to think of names and i called her that and she sneezed when I said "chu".
-When she arches her back she makes a striking resemblance to Pikachu just before an attack.
-When she closes her eyes they look like this >< because of the black stuff around them. That is a face Pikachu made a lot in the TV show, as well as many other Asian inspired media.
-Also, with the Asian resemblance, she squints a lot, and her face resembles the shape of Kim Jung Il...so I mean DUH! lol
-The number one reason is because she responds to it. It might just be because I say it in a crazy high pitched voice, who who cares?
I picked her up yesterday. I opened up the bag and she looked around a bit then hid under my bed for roughly 2 hours, coming out every now and then to slowly check things out. Eventually she hopped up onto my bed and nuzzled me. I brushed her for hours and she purred and meowed and nuzzled. I am absolutely in love with her. She even licked me with her sandpaper tongue! I have to get her groomed today and I need to get her a scratching post. She is really perfect.
Reasons why I picked the name Pikachu...
-I was trying to think of names and i called her that and she sneezed when I said "chu".
-When she arches her back she makes a striking resemblance to Pikachu just before an attack.
-When she closes her eyes they look like this >< because of the black stuff around them. That is a face Pikachu made a lot in the TV show, as well as many other Asian inspired media.
-Also, with the Asian resemblance, she squints a lot, and her face resembles the shape of Kim Jung Il...so I mean DUH! lol
-The number one reason is because she responds to it. It might just be because I say it in a crazy high pitched voice, who who cares?
Monday, October 13, 2008
hehehehe.
YAY!
Today I was very evasive to all my homework responsibilities. This theory paper is kicking my ass. Luckily Kate helped me by proof reading what little I had done so far. That definitely made me feel better in the grand scheme of things. It is looking to be a bit more manageable than when I first tried to tackle it.
I called the woman about the Persian cat today. She called me back a half hour later and before I knew it I was on the way to Inwood to meet Bella. I saw her and fell in love. She nuzzled and cuddled and was absolutely friendly and adorable. She had goopies in her eyes and matting in her fur. I don't think her owner took the best care of her. Anyway. I talked to Bella's mommy (Clara) for a while and I told her that I tutor math. She hired me on the spot to tutor her daughter (Alexia) in 5th grade math for 2 hours a week! It is a bit far from my home, but I am game. I can use all the extra money I can get.
Clara told me that a lot of people replied to her craigs list ad about Bella and that right now she was just screening people because she wanted to find the perfect owner. By the end of the visit, she decided I was it! I pick up Bella tomorrow at around 6. I went to Petco and bought a carrier, bed, food...you know the deal. I am so excited to pick up my little angel tomorrow!
I called the woman about the Persian cat today. She called me back a half hour later and before I knew it I was on the way to Inwood to meet Bella. I saw her and fell in love. She nuzzled and cuddled and was absolutely friendly and adorable. She had goopies in her eyes and matting in her fur. I don't think her owner took the best care of her. Anyway. I talked to Bella's mommy (Clara) for a while and I told her that I tutor math. She hired me on the spot to tutor her daughter (Alexia) in 5th grade math for 2 hours a week! It is a bit far from my home, but I am game. I can use all the extra money I can get.
Clara told me that a lot of people replied to her craigs list ad about Bella and that right now she was just screening people because she wanted to find the perfect owner. By the end of the visit, she decided I was it! I pick up Bella tomorrow at around 6. I went to Petco and bought a carrier, bed, food...you know the deal. I am so excited to pick up my little angel tomorrow!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Persian and the Stray.
I found a really cute Persian on Craigslist. This is my top choice, but they usually aren't found at shelters. About 4 months ago I was really tempted to get a baby seal tipped Persian, but I didn't have $500.
This cat is 3-4 years old. Her name is Bella. Terrible name (no offense Ashley, I would just go with something more original), but you can always change a name. And plus, I hear that blue eyed Persians are likely to go deaf, so it wont matter what I am calling her anyway (lol jk). I am supposed to talk to this woman sometime soon to meet the cat. Hopefully we get along. I don't see myself getting a kitten. She is the same size and age as Lulu.
I was outside earlier, talking to my mom on the phone, and I saw a stray/ferrel cat across the street. I made kissy noises and eventually she came over. I brought out a plate of milk. She didn't drink it. She came up to me and started rubbing up against my leg. It was really cute. Then she nipped me a bit. I believe that she is not ferrel, because or else she wouldn't have come up to me in the first place. She continued to rub up against me, but i didn't want her to nip at me anymore. I went up my steps and she followed. She wanted to come inside. I couldn't get her to stop chasing my tail! Eventually, I made a get away. She continued to sit outside and gaze in my window for about a half hour.
I hope I didn't just entice a whole colony of strays over to my apt. Oh well.
Siamese.
Today I woke up and did homework. This paper that I have that is due on Thursday is kicking my ass. I feel completely inadequate and I just know I am going to get a bad grade. I am doing the best I can, but I have a certain feeling it isn't going to be good enough. I moped around and tried to get work done till around 3:30. Then I decided to go look at some cats.
There was an event going on today on 92nd and 82nd. The thing I really hate about cat "shopping" is that most places don't let you socialize with the cats. Or if you do it is very awkward. There are 2 places on long island where this is not so. One being the little shelter in Huntington, and the other being the town shelter in Smithtown.
I really want a Siamese cat. I am really used to my mom talking all the time and either listening to or ignoring her, either way I am used to the constant chatter. It is nice to have someone to talk to. I love it when Lulu cries because she misses me so much. I think a Siamese cat would cure this ailment.
I think I am going to go to another event tomorrow in hopes of meeting a Siamese cat named Chewy. I hope he sounds like Chewbacca when he purrs. That would be really funny. I did some other research in hopes of finding a Siamese. There is the most ADORABLE kitten in Glen Cove. I think I love her already. Her name is Pandora (see photo above). I think it would be really cute if I could call her Pandy or Panda. Look at those big eyes!
Anyway, enough of my sappy cat raving.
Here is some "friend" ranting.
You know when you make a new friend and they wind up being really annoying and you just couldn't tell the first couple of times you hung out? I had a situation like this happen to me the other night. I can't deal when people are "know it all's". It also bums me out when I try to have a conversation with someone and they keep telling me over and over that their opinion of what's best and there are no other alternatives of equal or greater value. While said annoying person can be really giving and kind on the outside, their mere existence makes you want to crawl under a rock and swear off new people all together. Then they get all pissy cause they think you "used" them. Puh-lease!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Reality.
So last night was silly. I got pretty shitty in BK and before I knew it I wound up at Grand Morellos ordering mozzarella sticks and a quesadilla at 4 in the morning. Damon liked the scarf I made him for his birthday. I am impressed with myself that I finished it on time. Anyway, So I passed out on Carrie's couch and woke up feeling like crap. So I snuggled with her and Nick for a few hrs and listened to Brittney Spears. All I wanted to do was watch crappy reality tv today. Me and Carrie went and got bagels and met up with Damon and James. We followed them to Damon's and watched a marathon of Trading Spouses. We snuggled on the amazing brown velvet couch all day and played with Damon's cat Chloe. I really want to get a cat btw. I want to save it's life though and it has to be really friendly and not nippy.
After Carrie and I left Damon's we went to get sushi and met up with Nick and Dan (from Montreal). It was really good to see Dan, even though it was only for like 5 minutes. Afterwards I hopped on a train and here I am. I have SO much work to do this weekend. I hate midterms.
I leave you with god warrior...
After Carrie and I left Damon's we went to get sushi and met up with Nick and Dan (from Montreal). It was really good to see Dan, even though it was only for like 5 minutes. Afterwards I hopped on a train and here I am. I have SO much work to do this weekend. I hate midterms.
I leave you with god warrior...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Brooklyn.
I went into Brooklyn last night and actually took the train home that night for once. I got to Carries place at around 8. We watched Kath and Kim with hew room mates Nicole and Nick. That show makes me wish I had cable. Nick told me some really sad news. That he is moving back to Wisconsin on November first. He is one of my favorite people so that makes me incredibly sad. For all of you who don't know, Nick went to Columbia for undergrad and worked there just until recently. He was the only one of my really good friends from Brooklyn who would visit me. Of course, it was more because he had an obligation to be up there. Nonetheless, we spent a lot of time together uptown. I doubt Carrie, Nicole and Jenn will ever find another room mate as amazing as Nick.
I left Carries at around 9:20 to go to Jodettes birthday party. There were a lot of people from Long Island there that I haven't seen in a while. It was my first time seeing Jodette and Erika's apartment. It was really cute. Tiny and cute. They live on the 6th floor so it is quite a hike, but they are really close to the roof which was awesome. We hung out on the roof for a while and I talked to old friends. It was really nice to see old familiar faces. The Long Island boys were really impressed with the skyline. That made me really proud to live in the city.
I came home and read the village voice and went to bed. I started ripping out a ton of random articles of new things I want to listen to, do, or see.
The Museum of Arts and Design has a really interesting exhibit going on that I would like to go see. Thursdays from 6-9 its free. Anyone wanna go with me?
CMJ Music Marathon & Film Festival.
Bands playing include: Minus the Bear, Saves the Day, Broken Social Scene, Beach House, Deerhoof, and Coheed and Cambria.
Hanson is playing at Nokia theatre in Times Square October 20th. (Sigh)
Minus the Bear is playing at Webster Hall October 25th.
New CD's I must get into:
Of Montreal: Skeletal Lamping
The Streets: Everything is Borrowed
New Movies i must watch:
Choke
Sexdrive
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Beautiful, Solo, Fall Day.
Today I decided to quit being a lump on a log and get my legs and brain moving. I found out that Columbia students get into the Whitney for free, so I decided to go after I finished my work. I took the west side train to Central park and walked through the park. It was such a beautiful day! People were in boats on the water, people were walking their dogs, families were out and about, I was a nice vibe.
I finally got to the Whitney. I have to say the exhibits on display were a bit underwhelming. The last time I went there Kara Walker had a show going on, which I thought was incredible. None of the exhibits blew me away like that this time. One of the floors was filled with fake rooms with doors slamming, and videos of rooms that were constantly pulling 360's. I felt like I was going to throw up. This was not a good experience at the Whitney. After that, I decided to walk back over to the west side, stop at duane reade and tasti-d and walked all the way up to 103rd st. By that time, my dogs were barking so I hopped on the subway for a couple of stops.
Haha. On a funny note. As you know, today is Yom Kippur. Jews are fasting today. As I was walking down the street with my ice cream, enjoying the crap out of it; some little Hispanic man looks at me and says "Happy Holiday!" lol I giggled to myself.
1020.
The bar was fun last night. For most of the night it was just me and 3 other people. Not a lot of people in my dept drink. It's a shame. I was drinking jack and ginger. Kristen brought peanuts. They were a hit! We wound up sitting at this big table next to these PhD History students. Of course I was the first one to start talking to them. They were really cool. Katherine and I got up to get another drink and started playing this game where we guessed info about this History boy that I thought was cute. I guessed he was from Georgia, his name was Bret, he had a black lab, and went to Colgate for undergrad. I was wrong in 3 of 4. I don't know if he has a black lab...yet. Lol
So I wound up giving my number to him and this other History boy we were talking to. They were pretty interesting and we have a lot in common scholastically. The one we didn't play the guessing game about already texted me 3 times after I got home last night AND called me. I'm either really unforgettable or hes crazy, I am betting on the latter.
Today I woke up at 11:30. Ahhh the beauty of sleeping late. I'm just gonna bum around my apt until Jodette's birthday party tonight.
So I wound up giving my number to him and this other History boy we were talking to. They were pretty interesting and we have a lot in common scholastically. The one we didn't play the guessing game about already texted me 3 times after I got home last night AND called me. I'm either really unforgettable or hes crazy, I am betting on the latter.
Today I woke up at 11:30. Ahhh the beauty of sleeping late. I'm just gonna bum around my apt until Jodette's birthday party tonight.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Le Freak.
So I got sick of Ugly Betty and decided to go to a wine tasting 2 blocks from my apt. Some really good wines and a cool girl serving them. Usually they just give you enough to cover the bottom of the glass, but she gave an inch. C'est magnifique. I bought this wine, called "Le Freak." It is 85% Shiraz and 15% Viognier (which is a white wine varietal from France). It is pretty damn good. I think my dad would like it. This wine place by my house is really cute and the owner is really friendly. Maybe its because he has the fortunate occupation of tasting and selling fine wines. I would be pretty happy if that were my life too.
Ugly Betty.
Class this morning, Library time...you know the usual. I decided I want to do my Social Stratification term paper on the stratification of the welfare state in Norway.
I have been watching Ugly Betty all day. I'm a sap for bad TV. Tomorrows class was canceled and rescheduled for Friday.
Tonight I am going out for drinks with my dept. I haven't really drank since last Wednesday. I have been trying to cut back a lot and it's been good, especially monetarily. However, I have 3 birthday parties this weekend. Thursday, Friday and Saturday so I guess I can't always be so smart.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Babysitting.
Tonight I babysat for 3 hours. I babysit / tutor a 6 year old in math. She is really cute, but really ADHD. I am sympathetic to her wandering mind because I am very much like that without my medicine; of course, minus the kids toys and gymnastics. There were 2 specific highlights of my night.
1) Tonight we played a game with the guitar and at the end we each had to write a song. The guitar is a kid guitar and doesn't really tune, no matter how hard you try to tune it. I wrote 2 cute kid songs with her and she danced and made up words too. One was about the seasons and the other was about the fact that we both have short hair and that long hair gets messy and that we are way cooler than people with long hair.
2) We played with her "My Little Ponies". I used to be OBSESSED with these when I was a kid, so it brought back a lot of memories.
When Maya's mom came home she asked me if I would want to make a little extra money taking her mother out of the nursing home from time to time. I am all about spending time with people for money. That's kind of the same as going out on a date with a guy you don't like for the free dinner and booze. I do think it's kind of sad that this woman has to pay me to hang out with her daughter and mother. I guess that's what you get when you're a physician in Manhattan, you have to choose your work over your family in order to keep up.
Big Foot.
I was really funny in class today.
My stats class is really boring. It's almost as if we are all being tortured together. I made quite a few funnies in class today, which my "crew" in my class giggled at. Of course I was not disruptive in class. I just wanted to make sure people were alive.
One part of class, my prof was drawing a false chart on the board where a direct relationship took place between intelligence and shoe size. You have to understand, this class is very quiet. When people do talk, it is to profess a major theorem or to ask a scientific and exponentially intelligent question. She asked if this sort of direct relationship between shoe size and intelligence could exist. I decided to be a wise ass and say "yes. I have big feet." The class roared with laughter. My job was done. Then I actually answered the question logically. I think people greatly appreciate my humor.
My stats class is really boring. It's almost as if we are all being tortured together. I made quite a few funnies in class today, which my "crew" in my class giggled at. Of course I was not disruptive in class. I just wanted to make sure people were alive.
One part of class, my prof was drawing a false chart on the board where a direct relationship took place between intelligence and shoe size. You have to understand, this class is very quiet. When people do talk, it is to profess a major theorem or to ask a scientific and exponentially intelligent question. She asked if this sort of direct relationship between shoe size and intelligence could exist. I decided to be a wise ass and say "yes. I have big feet." The class roared with laughter. My job was done. Then I actually answered the question logically. I think people greatly appreciate my humor.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Nietzsche.
While discussing the death of god, Nietzsche says that the results are the opposite of that which one would expect:
"They are not at all sad and gloomy but rather a new and scarcely describable kind of light, happiness, relief, exhilaration, encouragement, dawn.
Indeed, we philosophers and "free spirits" feel, when we hear the news that "the old god is dead," as if a new dawn shone on us; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, premonitions, expectations. At long last the horizon appears free to us again, even if it should not be bright; at long last our ships may venture out again, venture out to face any danger; all the daring of the loving of knowledge is permitted again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; perhaps there has never been such an "open sea.""
God is dead! You've killed him!
Tonight I went out to dinner with Damon again. Another exquisite vegetarian joint in the village. We discussed some really heavy subject matter. First we talked about the media and how I want to make a living out of slandering it. He is really good at playing the devils advocate. I do believe I have a lot to learn from him.
The next topic we broached was religion. This discussion lasted for the majority of the night. He is Atheist, and I believe I was somewhat of a mix between Agnostic and Buddhist. He made some really good points as to why there is no god. I came to the conclusion that I really want there to be a god for my own sake of hope. It is a coping mechanism. I attributed mostly goodness and and some badness to a higher being instead of to myself and humanity.
For example, I have lead a very privileged life thus far. There are many people in the world with less fortune than I. Who am I to say that other's misfortune is ok because at the end of the day, I am still alive and well. We are all people. Someone in Afghanistan has just as much right to be alive as I do. They have hopes and children and families and friends. Why am I so important that god chose me to live such a privileged life, watching and thinking about the misfortune of others?
I used to believe that there was a lesson to learn through others misfortune. But their misfortune may well be mine. Life is like the lottery. However, the notion of luck is false. I am still struggling with this concept.
However, I have stated time and time again, in the words of Socrates; There are 2 outcomes after death, one being that we go to a higher place, where all our deceased relatives and friends are and we reside there and are at peace. The other outcome is a deep sleep and that is it. Either way, I am satisfied. I live my life in a constructive manner, trying to take with every downfall a piece of strength or a lesson to abide by and share with others. With or without a god, I do this for my own well being and I believe it provides me with a happier, more positive lifestyle.
This change of faith has left me feeling terrified and freed at the same time. Knowing that organized religion was a farce was not enough. I have freed myself from mental slavery. I am so scared. I have to re-think a lot of things. I am now able to be truly conscious. Marx would have wanted it this way.
The next topic we broached was religion. This discussion lasted for the majority of the night. He is Atheist, and I believe I was somewhat of a mix between Agnostic and Buddhist. He made some really good points as to why there is no god. I came to the conclusion that I really want there to be a god for my own sake of hope. It is a coping mechanism. I attributed mostly goodness and and some badness to a higher being instead of to myself and humanity.
For example, I have lead a very privileged life thus far. There are many people in the world with less fortune than I. Who am I to say that other's misfortune is ok because at the end of the day, I am still alive and well. We are all people. Someone in Afghanistan has just as much right to be alive as I do. They have hopes and children and families and friends. Why am I so important that god chose me to live such a privileged life, watching and thinking about the misfortune of others?
I used to believe that there was a lesson to learn through others misfortune. But their misfortune may well be mine. Life is like the lottery. However, the notion of luck is false. I am still struggling with this concept.
However, I have stated time and time again, in the words of Socrates; There are 2 outcomes after death, one being that we go to a higher place, where all our deceased relatives and friends are and we reside there and are at peace. The other outcome is a deep sleep and that is it. Either way, I am satisfied. I live my life in a constructive manner, trying to take with every downfall a piece of strength or a lesson to abide by and share with others. With or without a god, I do this for my own well being and I believe it provides me with a happier, more positive lifestyle.
This change of faith has left me feeling terrified and freed at the same time. Knowing that organized religion was a farce was not enough. I have freed myself from mental slavery. I am so scared. I have to re-think a lot of things. I am now able to be truly conscious. Marx would have wanted it this way.
More on Australia.
Ok, So I just found out that I read a whole 30 pages that I didn't have to read. oops. It was a really interesting chapter, however; something worth sharing.
This chapter was about the Piacular rites of Australian religious cults. These rituals are mainly used when one of the members of the cult passes on. When someone is said to be dying in a cult, the men and women start wailing and cutting themselves. The father of the deceased slices huge gashes into his thighs that prohibit him from standing or walking. The mother heats a stick in a fire and burns marks into all of her appendages while crying out in horror. Other members hit themselves in the head with machetes and cut their arms and legs, afterward burning their cuts with sticks to aggravate the wounds. The whole cult wails and cries and holds each other.
They believe that if you don't act in such a manner after the death of a cult member, their soul will come back and kill you. They are such actors.
This chapter was about the Piacular rites of Australian religious cults. These rituals are mainly used when one of the members of the cult passes on. When someone is said to be dying in a cult, the men and women start wailing and cutting themselves. The father of the deceased slices huge gashes into his thighs that prohibit him from standing or walking. The mother heats a stick in a fire and burns marks into all of her appendages while crying out in horror. Other members hit themselves in the head with machetes and cut their arms and legs, afterward burning their cuts with sticks to aggravate the wounds. The whole cult wails and cries and holds each other.
They believe that if you don't act in such a manner after the death of a cult member, their soul will come back and kill you. They are such actors.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Viva Long Island.
So today I awoke, made coffee and got ready for my day. I was supposed to be going to a pig roast in New Jersey, but the friends I was supposed to go with decided to go a day early and not pick me up on the way.
So I went to the yarn store and bought some yarn. On my way, I passed by Saint John the Divine. There was this scene going on outside the church, where people in white robes were leading all sorts of animals to the front of the church. The animals included and were not limited to a camel, a tiny horse, an elk, a huge hawk, and a donkey. I have no idea what they were doing, but I presume it was some sort of religious event. I totally could have pictured this scene in the movie from last night. I had to call Kate and tell her of this craziness.
After picking up some yarn, and finding out that purple is the new black; I walked through Columbia campus to find another silly event. There were children infesting my campus! They were all over jumping, dancing and singing. There was a literature event for children going on and there was the likes of a concert going on in front of Butler library.
It's not that I hate kids. I can handle them in small doses. I am so not ready to have any of my own. I just can't imagine, at this point in my life, trying to teach someone everything about life from scratch. I feel like I am struggling enough with teaching myself, that it would just be extremely intellectually un-stimulating for me to go back and re-capitulate what I've already discovered.
I got to Long Island and went to Costco. You don't realize how amazing Costco is until you haven't been for a while. On the way to Costco, there must have been some sort of pro-life protest. It lasted for I-kid-you-not 5 miles of 110!
The mixture of these 2 events going on make me really glad that as of now, we are a pro-choice country. I can't imagine, god forbid, having a child at 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, maybe 27, but I guess I will have to see when I get there.
You feel me?
Divorce.
This just in. My aunt and uncle who have been married for 11 years are getting a divorce. Sucks because I am not supposed to be talking to my aunt anymore. We have been talking a lot lately and i bond with her WAY more than with my uncle. I knew this was coming.
Vermin.
Last night I was laying down, reading the village voice. There was this story about these hipsters who bought a building in Brooklyn, who wanted to kick out everyone who was on rent control and turn the building into one HUGE dream house for themselves and their 2 children. One of the families they were kicking out was headed by this older woman, who was struggling with colon cancer. She raised her children and her grandchildren in that 3 bedroom apartment. These hipsters wanted to break up her family. She had rent controlled the apt for $97 for years, and it had recently jumped up to $402. There is nowhere in Brooklyn where you can get this low rent for a 3 bedroom. I felt really sympathetic for this poor woman.
Urban areas are meant to be diverse. That's what makes them great. A bit of gentrification is ok. But I think these asshole hipsters were trying to be selfish and try to make a house out of an apt. They should go move to the burbs where they can have a big house and acres of property to themselves. That way we wont have to deal with their snobby request to own more than what is proper and breaking families apart.
http://www.villagevoice.com/2008-10-01/news/a-hip-young-couple
-clears-out-low-rent-tenants-for-its-television-and-playroom-needs/
While I was reading this article, I heard a rustling in a bag that I had filled with garbage, knotted and left by the door. It sounded like too much to be a roach. The entire bad was MOVING! I flipped out! I shone a light on the bag, and the rustling stopped. Then I got up the nerve to walk over to the bag and tap it with my foot. IT STARTED MOVING AGAIN!! I hurriedly picked up the bag and put it in the trashcan outside. EW.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Critique.
I haven't seen such a good documentary in like forever. Go see Religulous. I actually had the immensely awesome opportunity to see it with a Columbia religion grad student (echem Kate). I can never follow an organized religion wholeheartedly for as long as I live. Bill Maher is genius.
I used to wonder why I had this overwhelming urge to cry whenever I sat in church. It occurred to me within the last few years that it was because I felt bad that so many people were worshiping something that isn't true. Not only is there no proof, the whole scenario is something that science tells us is impossible.
It is really sad that there are so many ignorant people in the world who are so fixated on their ideas just because they want something to believe in. Toward the end of the movie, during Bill's epilogue, he says that not enough people doubt. Doubt is humble. We should be humble. I pay more attention to morals and ethics than religion. I believe this helps me not to get blindsided by all the dumb people in the world. PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong.
Some fun facts/memorable parts from the movie...
93% of scientists are agnostic or atheist.
Religion boosts propaganda for the sale of something that's invisible.
The interview with the Reverend with the $2,000 suit, claiming that God wanted him to dress nice. (with the church's money!)
The second coming of the Puerto Rican Jesus (Puh-lease!) "I am ancestor of Jesus, his blood-line went through Spain and France and Puerto Rico".
The holy land amusement park. (I can't believe that exists)
-The guy why played Jesus there-"God is like water, he can be liquid, gas and ice, just like the father son and holy spirit". Those ladies were sold!
The trucker church. (nuff said)
The rabbi who could(couldn't). "Let me finish, let me finish!"
Everybody speaking in tongues. (which is a falsity, by the way).
George W. Bush:
Bill Maher:
Senator of Arkansas:
Bill Maher:
Steve Berg (Jew for Jesus and owner of a RIDICULOUSLY overpriced religious artifact store):
Bill Maher:
I used to wonder why I had this overwhelming urge to cry whenever I sat in church. It occurred to me within the last few years that it was because I felt bad that so many people were worshiping something that isn't true. Not only is there no proof, the whole scenario is something that science tells us is impossible.
It is really sad that there are so many ignorant people in the world who are so fixated on their ideas just because they want something to believe in. Toward the end of the movie, during Bill's epilogue, he says that not enough people doubt. Doubt is humble. We should be humble. I pay more attention to morals and ethics than religion. I believe this helps me not to get blindsided by all the dumb people in the world. PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong.
Some fun facts/memorable parts from the movie...
93% of scientists are agnostic or atheist.
Religion boosts propaganda for the sale of something that's invisible.
The interview with the Reverend with the $2,000 suit, claiming that God wanted him to dress nice. (with the church's money!)
The second coming of the Puerto Rican Jesus (Puh-lease!) "I am ancestor of Jesus, his blood-line went through Spain and France and Puerto Rico".
The holy land amusement park. (I can't believe that exists)
-The guy why played Jesus there-"God is like water, he can be liquid, gas and ice, just like the father son and holy spirit". Those ladies were sold!
The trucker church. (nuff said)
The rabbi who could(couldn't). "Let me finish, let me finish!"
Everybody speaking in tongues. (which is a falsity, by the way).
George W. Bush:
I believe that God wants everybody to be free. That's what I believe. And that's uh, been part of my... foreign policy.
Bill Maher:
You're a senator. It worries me that people are running my country who believe in a talking snake.
Senator of Arkansas:
You don't have to pass an IQ test to be in the senate though. He he!
Bill Maher:
If Santa Claus can hit every house in the world.
Steve Berg (Jew for Jesus and owner of a RIDICULOUSLY overpriced religious artifact store):
No, we don't believe in Santa Claus.
Bill Maher:
Of course not, that's one man flying all around the world and dropping presents down a chimney. One man hearing everybody murmur at him at the same time, that I get.
Australia.
The native tribes of central / northern Australia have peculiar religious cults. For one particular tribe, the Witchetty Grub initiation rights are tremendously scary. Whereas the Christian religion requires dousing an infant in a font, and Judaism requires circumcision; this tribe leads the inductee naked in complete silence into the middle of the wilderness. Here he is left to lie still for days. A chant is sung to allow for proliferative kangaroo reproductivity. Next, the leader strikes a rock, the pieces of rock that flake off are said to become seeds. Then bloodletting ensues from the inductee until the sacred quartzite rock is covered with blood. The inductee is then left in the wilderness for days to lie still with minimal food and water, naked and alone.The ceremony continues, with increasingly obscure rituals; one of which being the gathering, frying and eating of caterpillars.
Who thinks up this stuff?
I understand the concept of suffering, making one bond more strongly to the concepts and ideals brought fourth through religion. However, I think this sort of influence can be brought to the surface in different ways that are less physically abrasive.
Another concept brought to mind in my reading which I had never considered before, is the use of eating as religious rites. I always took communion in church, but didn't ever realize the immortality it produces theoretically. I always thought communion was offered because Christ died for our sins. That was the answer given to all questions in the pastoral ideology. I never really questioned it. The fact that we eat Christ, it makes him alive in us. Just like how worms eat our bodies after we pass away, they become a part of us as well. Then from there, other animals eat them and then we eat those animals somewhere along the line. So essentially, to refer to the Buddhist religion, we are all interconnected. Brahman is in everything and everything is Brahman.
Regardless if we want to believe it or not, we have all eaten our ancestors or ancestor bi-product through the consumption of vegetation, and especially meat. YUM!
I am coming closer and closer to becoming a full fledged Buddhist. The only guidelines are to abide by the 4 holy truths.
- Life as we know it ultimately is or leads to suffering in one way or the other.
- The cause of this suffering is attachment to, or craving for worldly pleasures of all kinds and clinging to this very existence, our self and the things or people we deem the cause of our respective happiness or unhappiness.
- The suffering ends when the craving ends, or one is freed from all desires by eliminating the delusions, reaches Enlightenment.
- The way to reach that liberated state is by following the the path Buddha has laid out.
Religion.
"Science, not religion, has taught men that things are complex and difficult to understand." -Durkheim
I find this terribly paradoxical. While one can study science and be able to comprehend it's inner-workings to the utmost degree, the human condition has for centuries reveled in the misunderstandings of afterlife and the concept of religion.
Yes, all doors must lead to the same room. I understand it is faith that makes us united. However, religion, more particularly faith is extremely hard to understand. When faced with a paranormal experience what are we supposed to believe? Some blame the hardwiring in our brain, and say that the fact that we are open and want there to be an afterlife, we make ourselves believe that there are some tricky things going on. I believe this could work, in many cases. But not all.
Marx says religion is man-made. He says we have constructed it to contribute our efforts to some sort of greater power. This, he says, takes away from our human creativity. I believe this. We use religion as a form, in society to bring people together to focus on something outside of themselves. But what they're really doing, in many cases, is being torn away from their own consciousness.
This makes us weaker alone, and stronger in groups. I believe groups, in many cases can cause the most harm to society. Look at the holocaust, or the KKK. But on the other hand, the peace corps and groups who fight for the cure of AIDS. I guess not all groups are stupid. However, it has been said many times that idiocracy breeds in groups. Once one is effected, it is contagious.
I don't know what to make of this struggle. I am hoping my next reading in Durkheim on religious cults will cure my confusion. (probably it wont, but we can all hope, eh?)
I find this terribly paradoxical. While one can study science and be able to comprehend it's inner-workings to the utmost degree, the human condition has for centuries reveled in the misunderstandings of afterlife and the concept of religion.
Yes, all doors must lead to the same room. I understand it is faith that makes us united. However, religion, more particularly faith is extremely hard to understand. When faced with a paranormal experience what are we supposed to believe? Some blame the hardwiring in our brain, and say that the fact that we are open and want there to be an afterlife, we make ourselves believe that there are some tricky things going on. I believe this could work, in many cases. But not all.
Marx says religion is man-made. He says we have constructed it to contribute our efforts to some sort of greater power. This, he says, takes away from our human creativity. I believe this. We use religion as a form, in society to bring people together to focus on something outside of themselves. But what they're really doing, in many cases, is being torn away from their own consciousness.
This makes us weaker alone, and stronger in groups. I believe groups, in many cases can cause the most harm to society. Look at the holocaust, or the KKK. But on the other hand, the peace corps and groups who fight for the cure of AIDS. I guess not all groups are stupid. However, it has been said many times that idiocracy breeds in groups. Once one is effected, it is contagious.
I don't know what to make of this struggle. I am hoping my next reading in Durkheim on religious cults will cure my confusion. (probably it wont, but we can all hope, eh?)
Friday, October 3, 2008
too funny.
So I still haven't watched the debate. I know I am slacking on being an upright, informed, American citizen. "I'm right on top of that Rose". But in the meantime...some sketch comedy.
Hallelujah.
Ok. So it occurred to me that I haven't written anything or learned anything on piano lately. I had Rufus Wainwright on repeat all last night, and I realized I really want to teach myself how to play Hallelujah.
've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Always when you're not looking.
So. Today has been a roller coaster. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I didn't sleep last night. After class, I came home and totally got approached by a creepy guy from last night who wanted to have sex with me when I just wanted to sleep. I got texts from 2 people from last night. I don't remember either of them really. I can't put a name to a face. I blame this all on xanex. I only took one half. Never have I ever gotten so many txts from people that I met the night before. Apparently I really made my way around. Dare I ask Carrie what happened..I wonder if she remembers. She is usually the one to tell me about all the stupid things I did that I don't remember.
Anyway. After trying to nap for a few hours and being unsuccessful, I did some reading and got ready for my "date". I didn't want to go beforehand. I actually just wanted to cry cause I felt so gross from the night before. The tears wouldn't come however, even though I tried to prompt them with thinking about sad things and listening to sad music. Nick is so right about crying to make a hangover better.
So I went to go meet up with Damon at Red Bamboo, this really good vegetarian restaurant in Greenwich village. He was about 40 minutes late. It was cool, because it gave me an opportunity to walk around the village and call Sara and Julia. I was a little bit nervous. It has been a while since someone other than my mom or Bruce bought me dinner.
Damon is really interesting. He is definitely wise beyond his years and is cute in that dorky sort of way. It has been a while since I have felt that sort of bonding conversation with a boy who isn't gay. I think I like him. We kissed goodnight at my subway stop, and i smiled to myself until the train came. Yeah, I know I am cheesy, but I guess I can't help it. It has certainly been a while since I have hung out with a guy who didn't just want to get in my pants. It was refreshing.
Im off to read Durkheim and get a good nights sleep.
dirty.
I feel dirty.
I keep showering but it doesn't help.
I hate that i hate myself every other day.
I am constantly recovering and trying to make up for it.
I hate the mess I have become.
On the outside I smile.
On the inside I'm broken.
Broken and alone.
Fuck.
I hate this feeling.
I keep showering but it doesn't help.
I hate that i hate myself every other day.
I am constantly recovering and trying to make up for it.
I hate the mess I have become.
On the outside I smile.
On the inside I'm broken.
Broken and alone.
Fuck.
I hate this feeling.
OH SHIT.
Last night was an absolute mess. Carrie was bumming when she came over, I should have read that as a premonition that the night would only go downhill from there.
So I picked up a bottle of white wine because Carrie tells me she isn't feeling well. I come home to make sushi, and i find that the new package of crab meat I just bought is already spoiled. I JUST opened it, and it was already rotten and smelly. Whatever. So we pigged out on other food in my apt. I pretty much drank the whole bottle of wine by myself.
Next, Carrie tells me her foot hurts, so we call a car service. I am not going to complain about this, however, I don't really have any money to spend on a car service when I know the walk isnt that bad. We get to the event, and we were trying to find cuties. There were none. I ran into some people from my dept, so that was cool. After our free drinks were done, we went to 1020. This part of the night is a blur to me.
Next thing I know, me, Carrie and 2 boys are headed back to one of the boys apt. Next thing I know I am snorting aderall and its 6 in the morning. And next thing I know after that, I get a moped ride to my house because I have class at 9. I think one of the boys stole my bra and my debit card. I had to cancel my debit card. This fucking sucks. I am exhausted and totally useless for the day.
So I picked up a bottle of white wine because Carrie tells me she isn't feeling well. I come home to make sushi, and i find that the new package of crab meat I just bought is already spoiled. I JUST opened it, and it was already rotten and smelly. Whatever. So we pigged out on other food in my apt. I pretty much drank the whole bottle of wine by myself.
Next, Carrie tells me her foot hurts, so we call a car service. I am not going to complain about this, however, I don't really have any money to spend on a car service when I know the walk isnt that bad. We get to the event, and we were trying to find cuties. There were none. I ran into some people from my dept, so that was cool. After our free drinks were done, we went to 1020. This part of the night is a blur to me.
Next thing I know, me, Carrie and 2 boys are headed back to one of the boys apt. Next thing I know I am snorting aderall and its 6 in the morning. And next thing I know after that, I get a moped ride to my house because I have class at 9. I think one of the boys stole my bra and my debit card. I had to cancel my debit card. This fucking sucks. I am exhausted and totally useless for the day.
wow.
ok. so James Franco wasnt there but we had a lot of fun anyways. We are listening to explosions in the sky and hanging out in a beautiful apartment. I LOVE the upper west side. I think we are going to go up into the roof now. woot.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
AW-SUM
People always make fun of my Long Island accent. I have heard that once you get it, you have it for life. That makes me seriously unsatisfied. I need be more conscious of my accent. Maybe I will just talk the way I want. The way I say awesome is becoming a staple of my persona to my friends.
mixer.
So tonight Columbia is hosting a mixer for GSAS. I invited my bestest Carrie. I just found out last week that James Franco has enrolled at Columbia for a MFA. This is termed under Graduate school, so I'm hoping and praying that he will attend this event (even though I know he wont).
In other news, I didn't set my alarm this morning and woke up with 30 minutes to get ready and get to class. This means I am dirty. hehe. After my strenuously boring class today, I got some coffee, did some reading and made some copies in the library. There was a free lunch for us sociology students at noon which I gladly attended. Who said there's no such thing as a free lunch? I ate a lot of yummy sandwiches and talked to 3 of my fellow students, one from Chile, one from Brazil and one from Indonesia. Being the only true New Yorker in the conversation, I felt compelled to tell them to reach outside of our little Columbia bubble and explore what the city has to offer a bit further south. I proposed that our cohort go out for drinks at some time in the near future. I must vow to myself not to get too silly in front of my colleagues.
I also saw my adviser at the lunch. I will be sitting in on one of her classes sometime next week. I am excited because the lecture I wish to attend is going to be about 3 readings one of which is entitled "On becoming an avid marijuana smoker". I am interested to see what the scholarly approach is to this topic. I mean, I have read articles on this sort of thing before, but I always value new opinions or documentation.
Anyway, I am gonna go read and start making some sushi for tonight.
Keep your fingers crossed for James Franco!
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