| 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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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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