tavie.com

Holycrapholycrapholycrap.

I didn't look this up because I just finished The Devil's Candy-- this is pure, beautiful coincidence. This is the craziest bitch that ever lived.

Do yourself a favour and click around the site. My favourite is the section entitled "Intimacy".

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:34 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Is it just me, or is Dave giving Neil Patrick Harris a look of deepest love in this picture?

Yes, yes, it's true.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:16 PM | shower me with attention

I just noticed something odd. When I'm typing something from an application into the computer and have to stop and search for the next bit of information for a second, my fingers, poised over the keys, begin to stroke them sensually as my eyes scan the paper. It happens every time I have to pause during typing. It's as if I'm trying to coax the data out of the very keys themselves.

I'm a bit of an odd duck, I think, maybe.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 PM | shower me with attention

1. Housekeeping at left. Some people have passed the two-month mark...

2. When did I decide sugar alcohols are okay? That's a problem. I think someone needs to go back on induction to teach her how to eat properly again. Yes, indeed. Because if you look at pictures from, say, Disney World from last January and compare them to pictures from last weekend, there is a marked difference in my appearance that I would like to continue to grow. Which won't happen if I pretend like those "low-carb" bars really are low-carb.

The problem is, my mom got a bunch of them free at that health-and-beauty show, and they say low-carb so I've been lying to myself, and they taste so good and there's never any time for breakfast in the morning...

Nope, this must not continue.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:30 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

What a mess. The graduation audit process was improperly detailed, leading me to take unnecessary time off from work and run around like a headless chicken. The new idea now is to try to arrange a meeting with the undergrad advisor of my department, who is only in on Mondays from 5-6:30 and boyohboy I hope she can meet with me then because I really need this to be done already.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:54 PM | shower me with attention

Cat Stevens: Suspected Terrorist!

Whaaaaa?

Converting (very publicly!) to Islam + supporting Muslim charities + changing your name = terrorist?

Yikes.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:09 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Due to a track derailment down the line, the F train was simply sitting there in the Roosevelt Island station this morning, crammed full of people with the doors open. There were crowds on the platform. Kirsten and I ascertained the cause of the problem and headed for the tram, but I find it really schmucky of the conductor not to make an announcement to those poor people just standing there, crammed together in the airless cars.

That's just a crummy thing to do.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, September 20, 2004

Jiggety jog.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:21 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, September 19, 2004

WDW 26, Day 3

Epcot day. Tavie in Her Element Day. Of all places, this is my favourite. Just Mom and me today, which is always very lovely-- no bitching, no whining. I did everything I wanted, feasted sumptuously in the evening, and felt no need to rush around. Really the only drawback to walking around with my mom all day is that her bladder is the size of a pea.

I think I frightened one of the kids at Fake Canada. I walked by a souvenier kiosk and a cashier girl called after me, "Are you from Canada?", pointing to my tattoo.

"No--" I hesitated. "I'm-- just a fan!"

"Oh! Okay!"

Awkward smile as I scamper away. Well, what can I say? I never said the tattoo would be easy to explain...

I took about a million pictures of light fixtures today. And I didn't even scratch the surface. Fake Morocco is clearly the winner in terms of sheer variety of gorgeous lamps and lanterns. I can't wait to get up my nerdy little gallery.

I finally got to dine at Marrakesh in Morocco, a first in 22 years. I think that's the very last frontier; I'm pretty sure I've now dined at every restaurant in Epcot. Marrakesh was very yummy and there were belly dancers. Afterwards, we did Norway, we did Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya, and then Mom and I took a completely gratuitous ride on the monorail just so we could ride through Future World one last time.

I got a call from Andrew about half-past-"Living with the Land" and he told me, frantically, to be sure and not buy the porcelin figurine of Elliot (from Pete's Dragon) because he'd gotten it for me on his trip several weeks ago, the darling, the sweet darling lovely boy. Of course, I had already bought it, the minute I'd seen it, but I had no trouble returning it for a refund.

In fact, it was the girl who gave me my refund that made my night, as once again I was mistaken for a person of more tender years. The clerk herself looked about 12 years old, the sweetest kid from Indiana University, and she said to me as I handed over my debit card for the refund, "How old are you?" in the unabashed way that young people ask each other that question.

"25," I grinned.

"Wow, wow, no way. I thought you were my age."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 19. I thought when I asked you for the card you'd have to go get it from your mom!"

Damn, you know, I love this place.

I feel sick about tomorrow, though. I'm trying not to think about it. The fact that I'd get home tomorrow afternoon was artfully concealed from me. I had not been counting on missing two days of work "in a row". I feel really damn sick about that. Best not to think about it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:30 PM | shower me with attention

WDW log 26, supplemental

I've taken 106 pictures, and 82 of them are of lamps and light fixtures.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 AM | shower me with attention