| hey hunny-bunnies |
[Apr. 18th, 2006|08:06 pm] |
happy post-easter to everyone who celebrates easter! everyone else, i hope you at least ate a peep and pretended to like it.
i'm not much for the church scene these days but for easter sunday i did check out this church where i go to poetry readings sometimes... very accepting, diverse, laid-back. but it turned out to be a little hippie-dippier than i expected and i snuck out as everyone started forming a circle and feeding the communion bread to their neighbors. i like to practice my odd little brand of agnostic-jesusloving-humanism from the back row, you know? preferably while wearing camouflage.
anyhow i made special easter earrings that i wore today and people looked at them funny but i love them, i love them and i want to tell you about them. they are little blobs of clear glass with teensy words in them--
one says: "blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on."
the other says: "i have tended my own garden much too long."
(do you recognize? these are simon and garfunkel lyrics, "blessed", i had to cut up the book from my CD box set to make the lil gems.)
it's sort of a nice reminder when i look in the mirror to fix my hair or some shit and it's like... "oh yeah... what have i done to care for other humans today?" i also think it's a big stylistic step up from the WWJD bracelets of decades past.
in other (non)news i'd like to give a shout-out to a certain nater-tater who leaves rare but always warm and entertaining voicemails for me... i was listening to the "we're playing phoooooone-tag, i'm having fuuuuuuuuuh-un!" message and my friends could overhear it and they sang to the same tune, "nate sounds like fuuuuuuuuh-un!" and really, big boner points to anyone who splits fun into two syllables.
i am going to take my trivial observations offline now and quietly entertain myself. |
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[Mar. 20th, 2006|09:12 pm] |
at work today i answered my phone to a woman saying, "hi, katrina? uh... i'm taking a shot in the dark here... but are you the black woman in the ________ office?" (oh i love having a somewhat racially-ambiguous name!)
me: "uhhh..."
her: "yeah, you're slender, good dresser, look sorta spanish?"
me: "oh ok, that's not me, but i think i know who you wanted to talk to." and i transferred the call to my favorite colleague, not really knowing what to say-- "hi, i'm forwarding tynishia looking for the trendy black woman in our office, i'm guessing she means you?" funny shit.
funny shit and ohhh, different shit. new york shit (add that to the long list). shit that just plain wouldn't have happened in michigan, especially at hope, where the only time you're allowed to feel comfortable talking about race is when you're waxing preachy in your class that has a race-related title. there are designated venues for such topics, because everyone tries so hard to exclude it everywhere else. god, what a weird vibe, the longer i'm away from it the weirder i remember it being. although nyc is crazy and overwhelming and often rude and impersonal, the majority of the time it feels like a sigh of relief for me. ahhhh. everyone's so wrapped up in their own business that we can all just cut to the chase and accomplish what needs to get done. politically correct speech, while encouraged in many circles, is frequently trumped by the great democratizing factor that is living/breathing/transporting/working in close quarters with 8 million other people of about 200 different nationalities. all the energy for petty niceties i may save up here can be reserved for the people i run into at the grocery store in my hometown. "oh, fine, and you? nyc's great... no, not too scary... yeah, you're right... not much water or trees out there, though... yep, sure do miss that fresh air!"
it's a different kind of fresh air here. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2006|07:34 pm] |
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i felt like being a good little dutch girl today and tried to make my grandma's pig-in-the-blankets with vegetarian "sausage". they looked like turds and tasted like salty foam. it's amazing what i'll chew up to feel self-righteous. |
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| sweet lord give this girl something to do |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|11:35 pm] |
yessssssssssss! myspace drama! and it doesn't even involve strippers, spam, or shitty bands that sound like bad charlotte or john mayer.
"so i put you up on my top 8 a while ago and noticed that the action wasn't reciprocated, then just a couple of days ago you were supplanted by my friend pammy. little did i know that in the meantime you had put me on your top 8 and the egg was all over my face. i have since reinstated you to the top 8. i felt i needed to explain my actions. please katrina, i've had too many friendships torn apart by this bourgeois top-8 caste system."
holla. not being in the top 8 is like being banished to the marching band table in middle school. i will CRY. with really intricate emoticons. yeah, that's right.
:..^...( |
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| i aim for 98.6 |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|11:11 pm] |
i'm siiiiiiiiick. i want my maaaaaaaaaaahm!
this sucks. no iced gatorade has magically appeared on my nightstand, no one pops into my room with a thermometer to check on me, no one made me a grilled cheese and tomato soup. and even if someone had done these things they wouldn't have done it as well as my mom.
i also feel like a bum about missing work because i've worked there for so little time that i feel i haven't gotten to prove myself as a non-lazy-ass yet. right now i'd like to be a kid again where being out of commission for a day meant that you just had to read a chapter of the grapes of wrath and label anatomy on a worksheet and presto! up to speed again.
but alas.
i am cheered up a bit by a "high dial" i just discovered on my voicemail. thank you bizzzzzzz! i know it's from friday but i'm still figuring out how to work this new phone i got, the newfangled contraption that it is.
love to all |
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| crooked river, crooked world |
[Jan. 13th, 2006|07:21 pm] |
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i am feeling a teence bitter.
it should be ME and my roomie dalyn at lincoln center tonight experiencing sufjan stevens backed by a full orchestra with opera-worthy acoustics. NOT yuppie businessfolk in suits who thought it would be a fun way to continue their group date after the martini bar because they read in the new york times that sufjan (pronounced way too literally) is amazing and so damn CULTURAL. they will clap politely and nudge their friends sitting stiffly next to them like, "eh? eh? i told you i heard this guy was good!"
when i can't get tickets to a concert i like to think mean and condescending things about all the lucky fucks who DID get a ticket. puhhhh they're probably all season ticket holders, they're the big donors listed as "angels" on the back of the program, i didn't have a shot.
i was going to wear my tattered "HOPPIES BAR" tshirt so that sufjan would see it and be like, "HEY! i grew up by burt lake, too! how incredible were the ice cream cones in ponshewaing!" we would charmingly converse like so after the show; then, we would totally make out. etc, etc.
but the yuppies had to buy all the tickets and disrupt my fate. OUR fate. yes, that's the ticket. |
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| attention, everyone to whom "pine grove" means something! |
[Jan. 3rd, 2006|10:59 pm] |
because i am
a) a tremendous internet nerd, and
b) infatuated with all of you hope kids i saw last weekend
i made a little buzznet gallery of pictures from the new years eve party.
ah check it: http://msthingk-newyears2005.buzznet.com/user/
and you can send that along to anyone else you think might dig the pics. my lj friends list isn't as big as yours, probably, and no one should be deprived of love captured in a splitsecondframe. you all warm my heart, you know?
also i know that in between lj, myspace, friendster, flickr, etc, you are probably aching for another way to whittle away time via your neighbor's wireless signal. therefore i hope you will join buzznet. it is supa-fun! a little photo community. anyhow i have 92 invites left so if you want one, let me know and make my day and we will keep in even better touch on these internets.
xox |
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| happy christmas, chanukkah, kwaanza, festivus |
[Dec. 26th, 2005|02:03 am] |
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| | dreidel, dreidel, dreidel | ] |
i wasn't able to get home for christmas today but yesterday i caught up with friends in PA and today my good friend mark and his sweet portuguese family took me under their wing (mmm jambalaya and sweet rice and chestnuts and port) and tonight i celebrated chanukkah for the first time ever. i helped my friend make a jackson pollock-esque menorah and met his israeli parents and sang songs in hebrew and ohhh so beautiful. i feel so fortunate that even far from home i can feel such love and warmth. especially in this city that people say is cold, pffffffft, that's not true.
and i am thankful for all of you too
and i hope to see many of you soon.
i am flying to michigan on tuesday. |
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| myspace is for weirdos. |
[Nov. 5th, 2005|07:19 pm] |
from a friend i studied with in amsterdam (clearly a crazy fuck and i mean that in the best way):
the night before you sent me a myspace was gay night, a monthly ritual that i do with the guys that live in my house, obsessive gay bar hopping and flirtation with men. i was dolled up in mascara, a 70's ruffle shirt that rarely stayed on, bulge enhancing pants, euroslut boots and my love pistol belt buckle. After hours of sweaty dancing to "i touch myself" and coldplay mixed with techno, and last call but a distant memory it was time to head to the frontier restaurant, open all year long except for x-mas, for club frontier. we arrived to a line of drunks and wasters much like ourselves, and went through the obligatory 3am patdown. then, standing in line for burrito substance there was the all-too-familiar pop pop. you can set your watch to drive by shootings in albuquerque. everyone ducks and covers, one of my friends uses it as an opportunity to get to the front of the line. after about one minute everyone resumes their normal drunken meals. i paused the next day, realizing how if the drive by had been somewhat different your myspace friend invite would never have come to fruition.
-s.
ohhh lalalaaaaa when i read it aloud, it almost sounds like poetry. |
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| and so. |
[Sep. 21st, 2005|01:02 am] |
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i'm a suckah with a super-exciting life. what's that nyc? ohh you're out partying and having lavish dinners and enjoying the theatre? well! i am doing meme's on my laptop. it's the new hip.
( Read more... ) |
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| rent check wha! |
[Sep. 20th, 2005|01:34 pm] |
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| | samba soul groove | ] |
Ok so one awesome thing is that I'm not unemployed anymore. Off I go to my new job now. |
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| arggh!!! arf! arf! |
[Sep. 19th, 2005|11:20 am] |
who has a case of the mondays? ok, well, you should go check out my photoset of dogs dressed as pirates, because what could be more ridiculous and awesome than that.
this was part of an actual parade that went through my neighborhood.
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| but sorry won't solve it |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|04:48 pm] |
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| | things in a minor key only. | ] |
big middle fingers raised to unwanted crushes revealed, bad perfume stuck in my nose, friends forced to choose loyalties, being unemployed, and not owning a single pair of shoes that don't give me blisters.
why am i here again?
i feel sick. might be sick. not the kind fixed with antibiotics. what's it gonna take to be happy?
i want to take the bus to washington dc this weekend for the big peace march. to feel slightly purposeful again and as an escape, really. my last year has been full of escapes and i'm just now starting to realize it and to learn that problems are problems are problems anywhere you go. if you're not happy one place you're kidding yourself if you think that'll change somewhere else. so i think i'm doing that right now, again, pursuing one aimless and very expensive escape.
i'm such a downer lately. i'm worried. sometimes i'll be so up up up and laughing with glee at dogs in alligator costumes and esoteric boys meditating under the "allen ginsberg tree" but then some tiny tiny thing will happen and i'm back to feeling like the whole world just shit on me.
what to do besides keep try to keep loving and looking ahead? where's the magic answer, people?!?!?
blechhhhh. posts like this are why most people start and stop lj-ing in high school. i'm sorry. |
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| now a change has taken place and... |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
my room is at least 100* and i have no AC or even a fan. brooklyn feels like a big sweaty armpit. charming, no? i'm about to join those little kids in the street who busted open the fire hydrant and are playing in the spray and yelling bad words (i think i'd be good at both those things, anyways). fo real, sometimes my neighborhood looks like spike lee jointz. stores that smell like mothballs, buildings covered in graffiti, and yesterday i even saw someone blasting a boombox on their shoulder as they walked down the street.
oh yah and since livejournal is sposed to be for emo kids i just want to say:
sex and the city season 3 makes me cry. only season 3. the whole carrie and aiden thing, ohh, it hurts.
and the beach boys' "don't worry baby" makes me cry.
both these things happened tonight. it's like i seek them out. but it feels good to be reminded that i'm still capable of strong emotions... the drugs don't work. and i think sometimes that's good. i'd like to keep some sharp edges around. |
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| you know? |
[Sep. 14th, 2005|07:37 pm] |
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| | jeff buckley- lover, you should have come over | ] |
today i went to an art exhibit made up entirely of jeff buckley photographs and he was/ it is
beautiful.
why is it that tragedy takes beauty and multiplies it by 100? |
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| word up to the little bee and crazy things like it. |
[Sep. 12th, 2005|01:05 am] |
from a short nytimes op-ed this morning:
(http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/11/opinion/11gray.html?th&emc=th)
"According to all aerodynamic laws, the
bumblebee cannot fly because its body weight is not in the right
proportion to its wingspan. But ignoring these laws, the bee flies
anyway."
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| it's a downer. |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|11:18 am] |
the news lately is breaking my heart. like it does everyday with suicide bombers and poverty and war and iraqi civilians jumping to their deaths. but this-- this hurricane aftermath-- it is so crazy, it's like lord of the flies in our own country. and the utter ineptness of our government and emergency response systems and the lack of preparation for the inevitable... appalling.
the levees that broke and flooded new orleans were known to be needing attention years ago. the state asked the federal government for funding to fix them. the money was allocated but then swiftly reallocated to fund the iraq war.
one-third of Lousiana and Mississippi's national guard force is deployed to iraq. the pentagon treats state national guard forces like their personal military reservoir when they can't meet their own recruiting goals. why isn't there a better emergency response we wonder?
bush interrupted his five-weeks-and-counting texas vacation to address the situation. that was good of him i guess. it was also good of him to suggest $10 billion for emergency assistance. but congress has to approve that. it took congress three days to reconvene and do so! remember when a person named terri schiavo was about to have her feeding tube removed? and how congress reconvened IMMEDIATELY to address it? that was one person. this is about hundreds of thousands of people who lost everything, who are trying to stay alive amidst fear and violence and filth and disease and hunger, and thousands are feared dead. and it takes congress three days to decide "we should help them."
the occurrence of and the response to the disaster in new orleans highlights the things that are most wrong with our country. it's racism. it's classism. it's political priorities over the common good. it's diverting much-needed funds for domestic safety for the purpose of exporting "democracy" by military force overseas. these choices we've made will keep bubbling to the surface of the filthy water in new orleans. |
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