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Friday, May 9, 2003 I forgot the breadcrumbs: If I haven't said so already, I highly recommend the new New Pornographers album, which recently came out. It's fun and completely poppy danceable and occassionally makes me do a karate leg-kick. Last year, I heard Neko Case at my favorite Chicago venue, the Hideout and she made me a fan. I think she played with Her Boyfriends. Anyway, a big hoot for the new album Electric Version. So yes, it is Friday night and in 16 more nights I'll be married. Beagle went to see The Faint play at the Trocadero. I declined citing lack of Faint-fanness. I decided to stay in and drink vodka cranberries. Hence the above-mentioned (and rather awkward) leg kick. In other news, I'm almost done with planning our honeymoon. My recommendation for planning a honeymoon: don't. It fucking sucks. Beagle and I are going to Ecuador and the Galapagos Islands for two weeks. We're flying into Guayaquil, Ecuador and then jumping a plane to the Galapagos, where I will commune with the turtles. Trying to organize flights, pickups, hotels and tours should be left to a travel agent, not a librarian. I'm better left organizing books, or something. Today I tried to convince my co-worker that there are hotels on the Galapagos that actually let you sleep in the same room as the turtles. Anyway, tonight I went to the Chinese plaza over on Washington Ave and picked up some Hello Kitty notepads. As an avid listmaker, I can't beat the 85 cent goodness of Sanrio. Tonight I found Deery Lou, the "cheerful fawn" who actually struck me as somewhat befuddled. My longtime favorite is Pochacco who I feel especially close to now as he recently acquired a scooter as well. If only my Mom let me buy that Hello Kitty pencilcase at Pandemonium in the Ocean County Mall, I would not be regressing so easily. Sigh, back to the books.
Thursday, May 8, 2003 Oh no! Ted Leo has had to cancel some shows. Get better soon and play the North Star, TL!! Tuesday, May 6, 2003 "It's pink season!" Hello my scooters. It is also the countdown to the wedding, 19 days left. There are things I would eek about but time is short. Today I picked up my ivory-coloured gown and all the proper ladies at Bridals by Dani-Elle oohed and aaahed. (Quite refreshing considering how bitchy they've been all along, but whatever.) Mum came into town, we had a most delicious dinner at Islas (11th and Spruce) and then she told me to "suck it in" at the bridal shop while fastening my corset-thingy. The moral of the story: don't eat a delicious meal at Islas and then try to model a wedding dress. Momzilla does not mince words. And today I found out that one of our last Chicago holdouts is going to make it to our little shindig -- el Coop if you are reading this, I am so happy that you guys are coming to the wedding (but too damn lazy to send a proper e-mail.) Velky ano! I had hoped to use the phrase "hanky-panky" in this entry, but couldn't quite work it in. Legal Beagle is in law school exam hell, but if you'd like, you can wish him good luck at this address. Tell him you hate Civil Procedure too, at least in theory. One day I will get back to providing more links (this has evolved into my diary of sorts and I apologize). Today I start with Ex Libris Anonymous, this site that makes journals (ha!) out of old books (very librarian!!) I would also like to add that they would make excellent wedding albums, which brings it right back to me again. I swear I am not like this all the time. It's the time of the season, little zombies. Welcome to the bridal hell mouth -- only two weeks left till the season finale.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003 "Let's all sit around and watch history on TV!": Tonight's entry will be short as I am fading fast. It has been a longass day. This afternoon I went to the oral surgeon who pulled my problem tooth. Yanked it right out of my head. I thought I might pass out (so did he, and quickly gave me oxygen). The worst part of getting a tooth removed is hearing it crack in your head. Let me reiterate. Because the cracking is actually in your head the sound is that much more intense. It echoed. Just kidding. Now there is a gaping and bleeding hole where my molar once was and biting on gauze is literally making me insane. The feeling of a dry cloth on my remaining teeth is akin to fingernails on blackboards. Are you rightfully grossed out? Did you not sign up for this? I didn't think so, but since this has turned into a pita where I complain alot, you might as well have guessed. My apologies to the faint of heart. One redeeming thing: he let me keep the tooth. Damn if those fuckers aren't gigantic. Sunday, April 20, 2003 Don't go holding: On Thursday night Beagle and I went to see Postal Service, which is the plaintive singer from Death Cab and the plaintive singer from Rilo Kiley backed by some techno beats. They played the North Star. It was pretty boring, mostly because they didn't sing enough. While we sat at the bar, I gave myself a blood blister on my middle finger when said finger got caught between bar stool seat and bar stool leg. Ouch. It was fun to watch it well up though, all bloody and blistery. I speak in circles.
Today me mum came into town bearing two lamb cakes: one chocolate covered in sprinkles and one coconut-covered. Simply beautiful! I had no idea the lamb cake was part of my heritage. Another reason to be proud of my slavic roots.
Sunday, April 20, 2003 Don't go holding: On Thursday night Beagle and I went to see Postal Service, which is the plaintive singer from Death Cab and the plaintive singer from Rilo Kiley backed by some techno beats. They played the North Star. It was pretty boring, mostly because they didn't sing enough. While we sat at the bar, I gave myself a blood blister on my middle finger when said finger got caught between bar stool seat and bar stool leg. Ouch. It was fun to watch it well up though, all bloody and blistery. I speak in circles.
Today me mum came into town bearing two lamb cakes: one chocolate covered in sprinkles and one coconut-covered. Simply beautiful! I had no idea the lamb cake was part of my heritage. Another reason to be proud of my slavic roots.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003 Calm has returned, and life can resume a semblance of normalcy: post interview. I still do not understand why an academic library position required a full-day interview but that is a discussion for another time. On Friday night, Beagle and I saw the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players at the Fire and have been jubilant ever since. In case you do not know, the TFSPs consist of a dad on Casio/guitar, a mom who mans the slide projector and their 9 year-old daughter on drums. They buy boxes of slides at estate sales and such, then write songs about them. Major props to my library counterpart libboy who requested, nay demanded, our attendance. It was probably the best show I've ever been to. We also got to see Langhorne Slim open for them, and I was transfixed. I get major secret crushes on boys who can wear old man hats. That too, can be discussed later. Thursday, April 10, 2003 So nervous I could barf. Tomorrow I have a job interview (shhh!) and my leg is already shaking. Luck is necessary. So is a non-sweaty handshake. Sunday, April 6, 2003 Summer of drunken pool hopping: Tonight I went to my dad's for dinner. I think he has finally realised that I am actually getting married. He said, "so you're getting married" at 6 different intervals and then lamented how this might be the last time he sees me before the Big Date. As if I'll be wearing a permanent invisibility cloak after May 25th. Sheesh. Anyway, tonight I remembered the first summer I spent in DC, working at Cactus Cantina all damn day and then taking half-naked dips in unknown pools in the wee morning hours. Okay, this happened maybe 3 times and once may have been me singing sloshily in the bathtub. But it reminded me of how awfully embarassing it can be to frolic with flirty boys in unmatched undies. I think my ears are pink. Monday, March 31, 2003 Our record reviewing friend Joe got an advanced copy of the new New Pornographers album "Electric Version" and it is so good. You heard it here first. On Saturday night, the Hs and I attempted to storm Southpaw to see TL/Rx but were denied. People had paper tickets and everything. I have got to get with the times. I also have to go to bed. But one more thing: I had a bridal shower yesterday and am now the proud owner of my very own Kitchenaid mixer. Let the domenstication begin. Saturday, March 29, 2003 Lovely lovely things are in the air. Tonight, TL/Rx at Southpaw in Brooklyn. Tomorrow, a spring shower and a dainty dress. Thursday, March 27, 2003 So last night I hung out with all the cool unwashed indie kids at the First Unitarian. TL/Rx played a great show and all the underage suburbanites who read about him in Spin showed their support with happy jumpy fist-pumping. It was nice to stand back and smile at the whole scene. Also, the drummer looks just like El Coop, our hostess with the mostess, and so Beagle and I found ourselves continually freaked out watching the drummer and realising that, no, it was not El Coop after all. In other news, J. and I stuffed wedding invitations this evening. I kept forgetting to add the direction sheet and at one point had multiple sheets of velum stuck to my fingers. J. tried to lick the inside, non-lickable envelope. These are things only those who have assembled wedding invites would truly understand. We drank Woodchuck and giggled. It was like fourth-grade again except with diamonds. Sigh (I don't mean to sound so affected), bedtime.
Wednesday, March 26, 2003 Burning candles, Boots on fire!: Yay yay yay, Ted Leo is playing tonight at the First Unitarian. Read a review of the new Rx album here, over there. Monday, March 24, 2003 Nothing much new to report here; just resting from practically breaking my back moving a file cabinet this weekend. Beagle got a summer job doing research for his professor (yay) and we've decided to go to the Galapagos for the honeymoon. Now we just have to find the right tour. If you have any suggestions (boots!) feel free to drop me a line! Tuesday, March 18, 2003 Tooth dust: I am calmer now, thanks to the novacaine I received today. Like a little gift, novacaine. My dentist ground my tooth down to a little stump and prepped it for a "crown". The smell of ground-up tooth was almost too much to bear and I held my breath for most of the drilling. Ugh, I know. It is time for bed. I leave you with an kickass owl toy interview with Ted Leo -- playing in Philly next week! Monday, March 17, 2003 I HATE : Justification without evidence. Putting the blame somewhere, anywhere. War in the name of freedom. Oppression in any form. "Weapons of mass destruction". My inability to conceive the extend of "mass destruction". Leaders who use extended metaphor and hyperbole to "bring it down to the masses." War to settle scores. Living in a country so self-assured of it's own moral highground. Hillbillys who protest musicians for expressing their views. The NRA. Trade embargos as a form of economic terrorism. Repeating the mistakes of our fathers. Did I mention war? Sunday, March 16, 2003 Impending logic of deception. The earthquake of reality will shatter the fantasy. "Am I just a girl flower surrounded by guy weeds?" Yes, my friends, I found a book of poems that I wrote in high school, and the above inanities represent but a fraction of the tortured soul within. Last night, after many martinis with H. I bought out the battered spiral notebook and let my sister do her best rap supastar impression with it, adding some extra "ho"s and "hey"s to contrast with it's beleagured naivety. Thursday, March 13, 2003 Day by day I furtively scan the job postings for any sign of life in academia. Alas, the market is rather dry. I have less than two monthes until I can apply for a job in another department and leave my decrepit cubicle for something condor-free. Sunday, March 9, 2003 Oh no, I've lost my animals! Wednesday, March 5, 2003 "Um, am I the only person hearing the lightsaber fight?": Tonight as I waited for my mosaic class at Temple to start, I heard what I realized to be the soundtrack to Star Wars -- only no talking. Just the fight scenes. There were alot of rapid-fire "pew-pew-pew" Stormtrooper gunplay and the "whoom, whoom" of the lightsaber getting seemingly piped in through the ceiling tiles. I swear I am not berserk. Saturday, February 22, 2003 Oh, and another thing. I had a permanent cap put on my root-canaled tooth on Thursday and my face shot full of the novacaine. Later that evening, I thought I was eating pizza but no, I was chowing down on my bottom lip, still numb from the shots. I look like a lady who forgot to get the other half of her mouth botox-ed. Sexy, but only with one eye open. I think we are going here for dinner. Brady Bunch-era comfort food with a fire to dry off by. Hooray. Tonight, tonight: This afternoon, after slushing outside and wet-dry vacuuming the clogged drainpipe after our basement semi-flooded, I painted the ceiling of my craft/crap room a sky-blue color. Then I'm going to paint the walls some type of bubblegum-like pink and make a border of 33s. Maybe 45s, I haven't decided. Eventually, I'll hang a girls-only sign on the wall and relegate Beagle to the estrogen-free basement, which he hopes to make into a "man room" replete with a pool table and kegerator. Ha! The basement is creepy and currently drippy. Soon, I will stop babbling. But only after I tell you my two new favorite TV shows: Hack and Mr.Sterling. Thursday, February 13, 2003 Tonight I drank whiskey with rocks and listened to the new Ted Leo album. Today this story about team mascots made me laugh and reminded me of my short stint as a sea lion at the National Zoo. No, I shit you not. It's a dangerous job, kids. Tuesday, February 11, 2003 "Who you gonna call?" Hello chickens, it has been a while. Busy has been the mode of operation around here. It mainly consists of me moving things from place to place, but I've made nicked out some extra reading time. So this is my update, I guess. Where to begin? So I painted this little bit of stairway leading into our basement a vivid green apple color. It makes my friend Jill think of margaritas, which was probably the most neutral thing she could say. I passed the PA real estate exam last week and will happily proffer my services once I get affiliated with a broker. Anybody looking to buy in Philly?? On Friday I had a root canal, which wasn't as terrible as I assumed it would be. Novocaine makes me quite giddy. Weird, I know. It also made me intensely interested in the thumbtack-like screws the dentist kept inserting into my mouth. After the surgery, I realized that the "latex sheet" that was laid over my oral cavity is actually more vernacularly recognized as the dental dam. Being hopped up on the 'caine, this made me giggle intensely while slipping down Broad Street in the melty snow. On a related note, the condor attacked me last week and seemingly accused me of lying about my dentist appointments. She never said this outright, but asked me if I was "getting alot of dental work done" and then demanded that I bring in a doctor's note because of the "all the time" I've taken off (a total of maybe 6 hours). The school I go to doesn't have a principal, just a truancy ho.
Oh, and I started taking an mosaic art class at Temple downtown. I consider it a form of art therapy because you get to smash stuff and then rearrange it all pretty like. It seems appropriate after my work day.
And just to made you say hmmm, I give you the newest peace movement around. Until next time.
Sunday, February 2, 2003 "Umm, how about tulips?" This was wedding weekend extrordinaire. Beagle and I picked our menu(yum), snuck a quick dance on the empty dance floor (for practice), and looked at flowers (zzz). We met with our officiant and told Momzilla he looked and acted like Ozzy Osbourne. Silly woman, she believed us. I think Beag's gargly Ozzy impression of our vows really had her until we dissolved into giggles. After that we chose a wedding cake -- some layed jobie with icing that looks like a weaved picnic basket. Having a basket cake seems appropriate with all the stress this event is causing. Monday, January 20, 2003 Hello kittens. Aren't days off the best? I think that I would function much better if I had off every Monday. Can we please unionize to institute the three-day weekend? It's either that or I defect to someplace warmer, more siesta-prone and with killer vacations. Spain, anyone? So my bus route got more exciting this week. This guy, angry at his girlfriend, flipped out, tossed furniture out the window of her 25th-floor apartment, balcony-dived into the apartment below and then set the whole place on fire. He ended up falling to his death and killing a few birds as well. On a lighter note, I give you the Twinkie Killa, Warren Sapp. Please compare with his actual homepage. Tuesday, January 14, 2003 List maker: Right after we rang in the New Year, Beagle and I went back to Chicago for a visit. Nothing like the midwest in January, friends. I decided early on to make it a surprise and not tell Reech and crew that I was coming in. Even though he gave me a very hard time about not coming (a-ha!), it was well worth the effort for the hop-hop hugs and seeing El Coop's face. Hi Coop! So, Chicago. I really liked living there, which made the four years rather fly. But it's weird how places don't hold memories. The hon-esque waitress at the Bagel never knew we left. Reckless survives without our monetary support. Our old place, which we slaved over, hasn't changed, the bedroom still painted baby chick yellow (my peeping eyes couldn't help but crane the neck.) I guess what I'm trying to capture here is how easy it is to pack up and move on and for everything else just to keep on keepin', yo. The only reason I went back was to see our little library/Scrabble crew anyway. Cheap beer and friends, that's all I need.
In wedding news, my dress came in, and I have My First Fitting next Wednesday. From here on in it is Wedding Stacy, and I mean that in the nicest, most task-masterly way possible. The fact is that I'm a librarian and completely unorganized about this lil'shindig. Oh, the fucking irony. |
