so tired of cute indie boys
Saturday, September 23, 2006|
Dear Pitas: Lots and lots has changed over here in the last two months and I've been rather remiss in updating. I guess this is to be expected when you give birth and then get stuck in the hospital, recovering from bowel obstruction surgery. These days I'm up to both elbows in poopy diapers and children with dribbly chins. Life has taken a new turn. So please forgive my absence! Time spent happening upon bizaare-o sites and stories is now being channeled into more mundane matters, like, how am I going to afford all of this? And so, in an effort to get more grown-up and frugal, I present some money-saving links:
Monday, July 10, 2006
Pot stirring: So I've been shaking things up a little bit more on my little piece of Filthadelphia. Some of my complaints are reaching higher authorities (the DAs office, for one) so hopefully things will start to turn.
Tomorrow I'm going to San Francisco for worky work. My last plane flight for a while, me thinks. It's nice to visit places whose crappy areas seem fewer and further afield. Or at least aren't right around the corner.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
You see, there is a take-out restaurant down the street that I blame for most of the problems. On Friday I watched at least a dozen drug deals. The store stays open until 2 or 3 a.m, and a lot of people tend to hang out there without actually eating any take-out. A neighbor told me that, in addition to their lo mein and kung-pau chicken, they also serve up some handy dandy drug paraphrenalia. Those little roses that come in glass vials can be turned into crack pipes pretty easily. The take-out place also sells chore boys, a brand-name scouring pad that acts as a filter for your crack rock. Now why, I ask, is a take-out joint stocking fake flowers in glass beakers and only one kind of scrub pad? Are the owners of this place really so uninspired by their cooking? Have they bought into the capitalistic American dream so much so that marketing wares to druggies is morally permissible? I guess the answers are yes.
So I got on my high horse of neighborhood improvement. Fuck it, I figure that if I'm going to live here, I'm certainly not going to put up with that bullshit. Something has got to be done, right? Over the last month, I've called the police at least a dozen times. I've filed sanitation complaints and drug reports online. I called my council member's office and asked them to report the issue. Add to this the District Attorney, my civic association, the L&I department, my neighbors. I guess I'm not the typical passive Philadelphian. I hope I don't get shot for being naive enough to think I can change things.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Last night, the crowd mellowed in a much bigger way. I went to see Matt Pond PA play, and they actually really stunk. The Stills sounded the best, but I held the minority opinion with that one. And we left after Yo La Tengo played 3 crapass songs. So overall, Indies Only night left a little to be desired. One positive aspect of the whole thing: the Troc made both nights non-smoking. Thank you, Trocadero. What you saved in my lung capacity you destroyed by giving me a night's worth of lifeless and pathetic-sounding bands.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Happy Baltimore: It's library conference season which means the cheap canvas tote bags and sensible shoes are out in full force. This is the first time I've been to SLA in at least 4 years, and I'm happy to note that nothing has changed. It's comforting to know you can fall back on the stereotypes of your profession. Most likely your bun looks better than at least one other person. Makes it easy to blend in again.
Friday, June 2, 2006
Political spin and media coverage about Iran's nuclear energy program has been in full effect. Should Iran be allowed to develop nuclear energy? Because I tend to be a truster more than a hater, I felt rather on-the-fence about it. Civil use of nuclear energy is okay in the right hands? Right? Well, then I read this interview with the Iranian President. The man is a nutball. Very serious, earnest and completely off his kilter.
In other, less serious but more provincial news about whackjobs, check out this article about tree-haters in Philly. For the record, property taxes going up have very little to do with whether or not you have a tree in front of your house.
Friday, May 12, 2006
So if you don't already know I'm pregnant. Those of you that want to read my other pita all about the joys of being knocked up, please drop me a note.
Friday, May 5, 2006
This is so weird. Just today, on Deleware Avenue, I saw a billboard with the date 6.6.06 and some doomsday saying on it. Immediate thought: devil worshippers, some weird put on your Nikes or drink the Koolaid-type cult. But no . . . it's to celebrate the National Day of Slayer. Thanks to my friend Rob in Chicago for spreading the word. May we all reign in blood. Or something equally nasty.
Sunday, April 9, 2006
Tonight we went to Zanzibar Blue a jazz club/restaurant on Broad and Walnut. They forgot to tell us when we made the reservation that there is a $25 per person cover to listen to the band and eat dinner. Little cards on each table informed us. I actually saw a couple get up and leave without ordering and imagine this was the reason why. For some reason, they didn't charge it to our table, thankfully. But it led me to think about jazz more than I would have. And listen to it as well. Because, tonight I came to the grand conclusion: I do not appreciate jazz. I should probably narrow that a bit -- new jazz; jazz fusion. I'm just not that into the jazz band jam session, which I was subjected to. I tried getting into it tonight but overall it just felt too dischordant to me. I do appreciate singular pieces of jazz bands -- drums for instance. But jazz drummers seem to be in it for themselves. They show off little quirky beats and make them go very fast, but it doesn't contribute to an overall cohesiveness to the music. I'm left not in awe of the song, but of the nifty tricks the drummer showcased. So I'm left appreciating one piece of the package for a short time, because drummers get boring after a song or two. And there is nothing to fall back on because the rest of the music becomes background noise.
Monday, April 3, 2006
Trolley up: The Philadelphia Film Festival is back in action and I am here to rip your ticket. This might just be the last year I volunteer to usher as I suspect I might be a little busy next year. Inside joke. Anyway, on Saturday, me and the Beagle ushered over at one of the Ritz theaters. The second movie we worked was called These Girls and starred David Boreanaz. Angel! My inner flame still burns for Buffy the vampire slayer. Angel's real-life dad, weatherman Dave Roberts, came to the showing. And the film fest people scampered about, rather clueless about it. When we ripped his ticket, I told him, word for word, that I found his son "super cute". He actually thanked me. If I had half a brain, I would have mentioned something about how brilliant he was in Buffy. Oh well. He didn't seem to mind, considering it also means that he is at least half as cute as his son. Genetics and all.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Somebody get me a bucket: Tonight K, Bruce, my sister and I went to see a live taping of the Colbert Report in NY. Fun fun fun. We got to ask him questions prior to the show. Apparently Steven Colbert finds the lady governor from Michigan hot. In discussing women + politics on the drive home, K said she wouldn't vote for a female just because they were running for office. In her words, "my views come before my vagina". And that's the thought I will leave you with tonight.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Greetings pita! I've gotten re-obsessed with
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
weekend lets party: this unpunctuated phrase was written on a chalk board last Friday in Olde City and just made us laugh and laugh.
So updating does seem to be an issue lately. Sorry about that. A LOT of things on the big blue horizon, some of which I'll delve into. First, have you seen Capote yet? Go now. Especially if you've read In Cold Blood, as I did my freshman year of college. Philip Seymour Hoffman should totally win the Oscar. I'm more into it knowing he will bark his acceptance speech. Good times.
And soon I might just be making art too . . . this semester I'm taking screenprinting at the Fleisher. The first class was somewhat confusing, the teacher obviously has been so wrapped in the screenprinting world that she wasn't even aware just how high above my head she was talking. Hopefully it will all make sense when I burn my first screen. We'll see. You all might be getting crappy one-color t-shirts from me as "surprise presents". Stay tuned.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
I just made the best smoothie ever (OJ, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, frozen vanilla yogurt) and drank it way too fast. My stomach is feeling woozy. What is up with that? Ergh!
So we got a foot of snow in the city this weekend. It was fun sloshing our way to Sabrina's for brunch on Sunday and walking in the middle of the street. Philadelphia doesn't deal well with weather though. It's hard to believe but they don't salt the streets! Plowing is a joke too. South Philly was a sheet of ice for two days. Luckily when it started to melt, all the garbage buried below provided good traction for breaking your car out of the icy snow drifts.
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
On the road again: This week I am in Boston. What a better place to be in February, right? I actually really like it here. Sometimes I wonder how different things would have been if I had gone to BU. Today I wandered around downtown and then Newbury Street, and found the Nanette Lepore boutique, the designer who makes to-die-for vintage-y coats. One that I covet hangs in my closet because I'm too scared to wear it. I also went on the art & architecture tour at the Boston Public Library, which worked out nicely because my hotel is right down the street.
Anyway, I've learned something through work travel: stream really does remove wrinkles. I always thought this was a lie teachers told you at graduation because they knew you'd burn a hole in your gown otherwise. It actually works. Go steam! Get steamy!
Thursday, February 2, 2006
West Coast: Are all these frequent flier miles worth it? These things I ponder. Right now the jury is out. I've decided that any hotel that doesn't have an elevator isn't worth it. Today I had to drive my car around the hotel complex to get to a rather desolate wing, and carry my luggage up a flight of stairs -- only to find a half-dissembled air conditioner laying in the middle of my room. So the front desk had me lug the luggage back down, and drive around to reception to assign me another room. I think I may be overtired.
The only bonus of business travel is getting to see old friends, meet their babies and eat yummy Tibetan food. It really does taste similar to Indian, and my grandmom ways embrace buffets at any level. Tomorrow I'm getting dinner with the only other person I know in California, a boy that I haven't seen in 8 years. Work travel may just make me into that desperate long-time-no-see friend.
Friday, January 27, 2006
So next week I am going to California for work. And I get to see my friends Amber and Tela and meet their kids! I can't wait. And I got them super awesome baby skater sneakers that I'm praying will fit. Buying presents for the under-two crowd is fun.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Yesterday I was in a hotel bar and felt thirsty. So I walked up to the bartender and asked for a "Johnnie Walker and scotch". Uh-huh. So smooth. He asked to see some ID.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Nasty dress: Welcome to 2006. So far I have to admit this year feels weird. I spent the first week of it on the west coast at a work meeting, where work was not exactly the priority. My colleagues are a hilarious bunch of drunks, and I love them for it. They taught me how to play foosball and mix bad wine and watery german beer to create a half-okay drink. (Fittingly called the Weineken, the name made me laugh and laugh one night.) Essentially these work things are expensive ways to network and rather self-congratulatory, two things I'm not.
Anyway, I did get to spend some time at the beach and saw sunshine and seals so that balanced things out. Being back is nice and normalizing. Animals help. Oh, and I hung my real estate license so if you know anyone who wants me to show them some hizzouses in Philly, let me know!
Monday, December 12, 2005
People with glass rings shouldn't clap their hands. I know this now. Yesterday I bought two glass rings. And now I only have one. And no, there isn't anything deep to that. It's just the truth.
We just watched Me and You and Everyone We Know and I would like to meet Miranda July. In fact, I'd like to have a slumber party. Me, Miranda July, my friends K and Sabina, and Madeleine Albright. More on that later.
This weekend K. and I sold our crafty goodness at Sugar Mom's and Dirty Franks. And let me tell you, people love cookies. We didn't make all that much money but have lots of stories that start with variations of "some people will just say anything". We actually met some super cool peeps and nifty craftsters. My favorite person sold embroidered shirts that had spanish words with pictures of said word on it. Examples: el hamon. And a really beautiful cross-section of a ham. Delicioso! And if anyone would like one of our stellar "you caulkin' to me?" screenprinted t-shirts, let me know.