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Saturday, April 12, 2003
No more bidding on yarn! NO MORE BIDDING ON YARN!
Well, I know, but, see, all I have is the HUGE fluffy scrambled-egg scarf, so I thought, "I need a nice light spring scarf for those nippy days..." so, yeah, I got this. It's cashmere, it's hand-dyed, it's relatively cheap.
But that's it.
Well, almost...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:08 PM | shower me with attention
Well, I know, but, see, all I have is the HUGE fluffy scrambled-egg scarf, so I thought, "I need a nice light spring scarf for those nippy days..." so, yeah, I got this. It's cashmere, it's hand-dyed, it's relatively cheap.
But that's it.
Well, almost...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:08 PM | shower me with attention
Oh. Geez.
Happy Brain Candy Day.
Seven years ago today I dressed up like Jerry Sizzler and went with similarly-dressed friends to see this movie at the Sony Lincoln Square theatre. I was 16, the Kids in the Hall had a new movie out and I was feelin' fine.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:15 AM | shower me with attention
Happy Brain Candy Day.
Seven years ago today I dressed up like Jerry Sizzler and went with similarly-dressed friends to see this movie at the Sony Lincoln Square theatre. I was 16, the Kids in the Hall had a new movie out and I was feelin' fine.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:15 AM | shower me with attention
I finally finished that damn vest that was supposed to be a Christmas present for my dad. I just have to sew up the sides and that ugly thing is out of my life. Ah, sweet liberation!
He'll never actually wear it. I think I underestimated the size of his gut, and also I knitted it too long.
Whaddya want, it was my first attempt. I've made a lovely sweater since then, so I know I can do better. Therefore I have no patience with this ugly grey vest. Goodbye, vest!
Also, I watched The Princess Diaries. It was bad. I thought her hair looked much better before they straightened it. But Julie was ravishing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:07 AM | shower me with attention
He'll never actually wear it. I think I underestimated the size of his gut, and also I knitted it too long.
Whaddya want, it was my first attempt. I've made a lovely sweater since then, so I know I can do better. Therefore I have no patience with this ugly grey vest. Goodbye, vest!
Also, I watched The Princess Diaries. It was bad. I thought her hair looked much better before they straightened it. But Julie was ravishing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:07 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, April 11, 2003
Lately I've been reminscing about all the old Disney cartoons from the 30's-50's that my sister and I used to watch, literally daily, when we were kids. Before we knew how to read we knew how to work the VCR, and we had tapes and tapes of nothing but classic Disney cartoons, illegally dubbed by enterprising-yet-immoral parents from video-store rentals. Only a few of these old tapes remain in our posession.
But look! This collection of DVDs, this Walt Disney Treasures series, seems to have quite a lot of them! Particularly the Silly Symphonies, which I am drooling over. Sure, I'm a dork, but this was such a huge childhood deal for me. I need to have all the cartoon-short-related DVDs.
Did you know that when Emporer Hirohito of Japan first saw the 1952 short Lambert, the Sheepish Lion, he was so taken by it that Roy Disney presented him with the last remaining print as a gift? (Did you care? I thought it was nifty.)
Oh my god, The Cookie Carnival. I think this was my favourite one.
And I think of this cartoon every time I hear Aimee Mann's song The Moth.
I'm in a nostalgiac mood and without my tapes. I need Silly Symphonies. I miss Donald Duck Presents on The Disney Channel.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 PM | shower me with attention
But look! This collection of DVDs, this Walt Disney Treasures series, seems to have quite a lot of them! Particularly the Silly Symphonies, which I am drooling over. Sure, I'm a dork, but this was such a huge childhood deal for me. I need to have all the cartoon-short-related DVDs.
Did you know that when Emporer Hirohito of Japan first saw the 1952 short Lambert, the Sheepish Lion, he was so taken by it that Roy Disney presented him with the last remaining print as a gift? (Did you care? I thought it was nifty.)
Oh my god, The Cookie Carnival. I think this was my favourite one.
And I think of this cartoon every time I hear Aimee Mann's song The Moth.
I'm in a nostalgiac mood and without my tapes. I need Silly Symphonies. I miss Donald Duck Presents on The Disney Channel.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 PM | shower me with attention
Last night was my first night in my "new" room. I put Gina's grandmother's patchwork quilt on the bed (the understated one, not the electric-blue-and-neon-orange one) and the flannel sheet set my mom gave me. Then it was a room-room. The feeling's sort of indescribable.
I posted about when we first turned the Red Room into my bedroom here (post-specific link probably won't work; it's the last post on the page), but the peaceful happiness I felt last night was at least twice the exuberant joy expressed then. Somehow, with a real bed, a room feels like a room. It probably doesn't mean much to most people who've not had to share a room, but the very fact of having a space all to oneself, to decorate and keep neat (or messy) as you please, it's a definite sort of oxymoronic peaceful-explosion kind of joy. Contentedness so complete that it bursts from synapse to synapse. A symphony of calm. Nothing is getting through right, but I suppose it's okay, as long as I know what I mean.
Here's to hoping that this post doesn't make my sister think that I'm trying to be superior or condescending.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
I posted about when we first turned the Red Room into my bedroom here (post-specific link probably won't work; it's the last post on the page), but the peaceful happiness I felt last night was at least twice the exuberant joy expressed then. Somehow, with a real bed, a room feels like a room. It probably doesn't mean much to most people who've not had to share a room, but the very fact of having a space all to oneself, to decorate and keep neat (or messy) as you please, it's a definite sort of oxymoronic peaceful-explosion kind of joy. Contentedness so complete that it bursts from synapse to synapse. A symphony of calm. Nothing is getting through right, but I suppose it's okay, as long as I know what I mean.
Here's to hoping that this post doesn't make my sister think that I'm trying to be superior or condescending.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Why is it that when I say that I find my filthy apartment depressing and am glad I have a place to go to where I can control the mess, why is it when I say that, is it taken by my family to mean:
a) I don't love them and don't want to be around them and are disgusted by them
and
b) I feel I am superior to them?
That's quite a leap in logic, isn't it?
Hey you grown-ups out there: isn't it possible to like living somewhere else, and simultaneously still love your family? That's what the therapists all took great pains to teach me. Now I've learned it and look where it gets me!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention
a) I don't love them and don't want to be around them and are disgusted by them
and
b) I feel I am superior to them?
That's quite a leap in logic, isn't it?
Hey you grown-ups out there: isn't it possible to like living somewhere else, and simultaneously still love your family? That's what the therapists all took great pains to teach me. Now I've learned it and look where it gets me!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 PM | shower me with attention
Would it interest you to know that while chocolate was first domesticated in Mesoamerica, coffee was first domesticated in East Africa? So when you're drinking your mochaccino, you've got a mixture of Old and New World in your cup.
This blog entry was brought to you by The Foundation for The Kind of Useless Knowledge You'd Find Printed on the Side of a Disposable Starbuck's Cup Disguised as Facts I Need To Know For My Archaeology Exam. All rights reserved.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:29 PM | shower me with attention
This blog entry was brought to you by The Foundation for The Kind of Useless Knowledge You'd Find Printed on the Side of a Disposable Starbuck's Cup Disguised as Facts I Need To Know For My Archaeology Exam. All rights reserved.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:29 PM | shower me with attention
Also, I'm adding the blog of the girl who wrote her thesis on the role of blogs in online community building to my blogroll, because she's nerdy and I really like her. Also, if she posts her thesis online, it may be valuable for my Research Design project.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:02 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:02 PM | shower me with attention
I must reiterate how much I love this blog about cyberanthropology, but sometimes it makes me wish I read German. It comes out of Germany so sometimes the articles they link to are only written in German. Wah. I wanna know about the impact of "overflow of information" on children, too!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:57 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:57 PM | shower me with attention
Another Wednesday night, another bout of insomnia.
That's okay. I can work all day and then go take an exam on almost no sleep. Sure, why not?
Tonight in ceramics class I learned that the average man loses 9 oz of water during an average night's sleep. Women lose 8.5 oz. So, at least I'm retaining moisture by not sleeping.
Although, not really, because I am still breathing.
Also, I learned how to glaze pottery.
I feel very dry and awake right now. Every time I close my eyes I see bisqued ceramics and a bucket of glaze. It's stupid. The skin on my hands tightens whenever I think of clay.
I had a dream last week. I dreamt I won $5,000 and I used the money to pay off two credit card bills. That's a scary, grown-up dream.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:03 AM | shower me with attention
That's okay. I can work all day and then go take an exam on almost no sleep. Sure, why not?
Tonight in ceramics class I learned that the average man loses 9 oz of water during an average night's sleep. Women lose 8.5 oz. So, at least I'm retaining moisture by not sleeping.
Although, not really, because I am still breathing.
Also, I learned how to glaze pottery.
I feel very dry and awake right now. Every time I close my eyes I see bisqued ceramics and a bucket of glaze. It's stupid. The skin on my hands tightens whenever I think of clay.
I had a dream last week. I dreamt I won $5,000 and I used the money to pay off two credit card bills. That's a scary, grown-up dream.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:03 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
No no no! Bad search referral!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Oh man oh would I like to see the full-sized image of this picture. Foley and Oz, locked in a sweaty struggle together...
It's the sexiest thing I've ever imagined, let alone seen...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:23 PM | shower me with attention
It's the sexiest thing I've ever imagined, let alone seen...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:23 PM | shower me with attention
I was given a yellow bath towel for Christmas. I already had a nice, big, fluffy bath towel with my name embroidered on it, "TAVIE", in big block letters, but that had long ago become public property. So I thought, here's a chance for me to have a towel of my own that no one will use and drop on the dirty floor and leave it there.
Of course it doesn't work that way but I keep begging her to please at least hang up my towel. First I beg her not to use it, and then I beg her to hang it up. I begged her at least five times last week.
All right. I've cooled off, and the airing of dirty family laundry is not the mature answer, so I'm editing it slightly.
And they ask me over and over again why I have to spend every weekend at Mint Manor, effectively abandoning them for half the week. (You don't love us anymore! You make us feel bad! Why do you want to spend all your time away from us?) Why? Because this place is a warehouse. Because I can't move-- I literally cannot walk down the hall or through the living room-- without causing an avalanche of books or papers or other crap.
They blew a wad of cash on this put-it-together-yourself entertainment unit to house the tv we just bought. The old unit was falling apart, and too small for the tv. So they threw out the old one, stacked the mountains of books and videos and tchotchkes around the limited living room space, and bought a DYI unit for the tv. Then they broke the unit before they could put it together. So now there are-- there have for weeks been-- boards and panes of glass just leaning against everything-- the couch, the walls, the stacks of books. I can't sit on the couch because it's covered with boards and I'm tired of moving them. There is no place in this apartment where I can sit. Possibly my bed, if it's not occupied (and thrown into disarray) by someone with her wet ass wrapped in my wet towel.
I need to get out of here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:39 PM | shower me with attention
Of course it doesn't work that way but I keep begging her to please at least hang up my towel. First I beg her not to use it, and then I beg her to hang it up. I begged her at least five times last week.
All right. I've cooled off, and the airing of dirty family laundry is not the mature answer, so I'm editing it slightly.
And they ask me over and over again why I have to spend every weekend at Mint Manor, effectively abandoning them for half the week. (You don't love us anymore! You make us feel bad! Why do you want to spend all your time away from us?) Why? Because this place is a warehouse. Because I can't move-- I literally cannot walk down the hall or through the living room-- without causing an avalanche of books or papers or other crap.
They blew a wad of cash on this put-it-together-yourself entertainment unit to house the tv we just bought. The old unit was falling apart, and too small for the tv. So they threw out the old one, stacked the mountains of books and videos and tchotchkes around the limited living room space, and bought a DYI unit for the tv. Then they broke the unit before they could put it together. So now there are-- there have for weeks been-- boards and panes of glass just leaning against everything-- the couch, the walls, the stacks of books. I can't sit on the couch because it's covered with boards and I'm tired of moving them. There is no place in this apartment where I can sit. Possibly my bed, if it's not occupied (and thrown into disarray) by someone with her wet ass wrapped in my wet towel.
I need to get out of here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:39 PM | shower me with attention
I think I should learn how to sing, dance, and act and then pursue the Broadway stage.
Either that, or stop listening to showtunes at work.
How would we ever get through-oo,
what would we do without you?
I'm so Walter Mitty today.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:42 PM | shower me with attention
Either that, or stop listening to showtunes at work.
How would we ever get through-oo,
what would we do without you?
I'm so Walter Mitty today.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:42 PM | shower me with attention
Terry Jones is adapting Roald Dahl's The BFG for the screen! Yes! This is a brilliant idea! This is sure to outclass that mediocre animated version from a few years back.
(c/o Boing Boing)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:53 PM | shower me with attention
(c/o Boing Boing)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:53 PM | shower me with attention
In honour of Steve's birthday today, I called in late to work and slept an additional 3 hours.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Fake Tavies must DIE!
Okay, no more ego-surfing. Time for bed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:21 AM | shower me with attention
Fake Tavies must DIE!
Okay, no more ego-surfing. Time for bed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:21 AM | shower me with attention
I came across a lovely surprise at Cayenne's no-longer-updated Livejournal. This was written about a year before I finally re-established contact with her, my only remaining friend from high school.
Now when I'm bored we message back and forth on our cell phones.
The nice thing about growing up is that you can keep the good stuff you got out of high school, if you want, and toss out the rest.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Now when I'm bored we message back and forth on our cell phones.
The nice thing about growing up is that you can keep the good stuff you got out of high school, if you want, and toss out the rest.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:00 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, April 07, 2003
I am going to make up a poem on the spot.
Here it is:
I am sleepy
When can I go home?
I am sleepy
Do you like my poem?
Thank you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:38 PM | shower me with attention
Here it is:
I am sleepy
When can I go home?
I am sleepy
Do you like my poem?
Thank you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:38 PM | shower me with attention
I saw some mighty confused-looking robin redbreasts on the big lawn by the subway today. Snow was falling on their tiny little bird-heads.
Last year at this time it was hot and sweltering. At least, it was inside the Beacon Theatre last April-a-week-from-now during the KITH show. Now, we gots snow. More like the April of three years ago at the KITH show in Buffalo.
This is how I mark my time.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention
Last year at this time it was hot and sweltering. At least, it was inside the Beacon Theatre last April-a-week-from-now during the KITH show. Now, we gots snow. More like the April of three years ago at the KITH show in Buffalo.
This is how I mark my time.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, April 06, 2003
My room is awe-some
My room is awe-some
If only I had some twin bed-sheets he-ere
But still my room is awe-some!
Sadly, I can't sleep in it yet, as I have to go home tonight. To my dirty rat-heap room. But next week I can come back to my nice new shiny clean room!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:03 PM | shower me with attention
My room is awe-some
If only I had some twin bed-sheets he-ere
But still my room is awe-some!
Sadly, I can't sleep in it yet, as I have to go home tonight. To my dirty rat-heap room. But next week I can come back to my nice new shiny clean room!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:03 PM | shower me with attention
