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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Seven people. That's the final count: that's how many people came up to me and said, "Tavie, where's your costume?!"
My third Halloween working there and I've never dressed up and yet somehow, this year, everyone is surprised, everyone has false memories of me dressing up last year. I've cultivated some sort of wacky, office-clown personality without meaning to.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:25 PM | shower me with attention
My third Halloween working there and I've never dressed up and yet somehow, this year, everyone is surprised, everyone has false memories of me dressing up last year. I've cultivated some sort of wacky, office-clown personality without meaning to.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:25 PM | shower me with attention
Wow, someone on Scrubs really liked Rhett Miller, that's the second song of his I've heard, and I never recognize music on tv.
We went to the supermarket and bought the last, sad pumpkin - greenish and misshapen - and I made Jack.
Happy Halloween.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
We went to the supermarket and bought the last, sad pumpkin - greenish and misshapen - and I made Jack.
Happy Halloween.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 29, 2006
I got my pictures back from Target - the stingray snorkeling adventure I took, coincidentally, the day before they killed Steve Irwin.
A couple of thumb-in-the-shots, but otherwise they came out well for a disposable underwater camera.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:07 PM | shower me with attention
A couple of thumb-in-the-shots, but otherwise they came out well for a disposable underwater camera.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:07 PM | shower me with attention
One Halloween tradition was watching Disney's Halloween Treat on the Disney Channel. They don't show it anymore, and I know we once had a tape of it made from the tv, but that's lost.
It doesn't feel like Halloween without it. I wish it wasn't out of print.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 PM | shower me with attention
It doesn't feel like Halloween without it. I wish it wasn't out of print.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Penthouse 54 is decorated for the season.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Riley first started showing up at Cheryl's house in Rhode Island about six years ago. We met him at one of our early sleepovers and he was friendly even then, walking over us while we slept and sniffing our faces.
Gina adopted him a few days before Christmas in 2000. I found the email she wrote to our group of friends right after he came to live with her and Linn, who were roommates at Mint Manor at the time:
Also, we now have a cat named Riley (no one else has told have they?) He
is a stray that was taken in by Cheryl and her family till Cheryl could
find a good home...We fell in love when we visited a couple of weeks
ago, but I was afraid to take him...I'm not allowed to have pets, he was
an oudoor cat (Not anymore!)...blah blah blah...but when Cheryl really
need him to find a home, I just had to take him! Linn, who is allergic
wanted him too...he is totally at home..the landlady met him today...she
fussed a little then let it go...
So that's what's up...
Happy Holidays everyone and I love you!
Gina
He came to us as an adult of indeterminate age, but spry as a kitten despite his large size. His favourite game was to hide behind the large, cylindrical cushions on the floor and pounce at anyone who passed by, or chase around the room with his favourite toy, a wooden stick with a bit of red Christmas ribbon tied to it.
When my cats, Rosie and Lily, died in 2002, he graduated to being the cat that I'd known longest and best. When we all moved in together last year, I had to leave my "new" cats, Inca and Maya, with my parents; Gina had Riley and Spike, and Cheryl had Simon, and that was already more cats than we were allowed to have. But I didn't want for the love of a cat, because Riley gave very freely of the love. He was the only cat in the household who came running when I called (not even Inca does that); he slept with me at night when I let him in (not often), and when the other cats crowded him out of St Francis of Assisi's's bed. He was also a Goils mascot, there through most of our adventures and during the period when our bond was growing strongest.
He was friends with a lot of people. He was the only cat Pena could stand; he adored Linn and loved to curl up in Cheryl's lap; my sister called him "Handsome Prince" and he even spent some quality time with my dad when given the chance. And, of course, his true love was his mistress. He was Gina's shadow and slept with her almost every night all those seven years.
He took a terrible turn the last few weeks, growing thin and weak, and had a large tunmor in his chest and enlarged kidneys. He was very uncomfortable, exhausted and disoriented, and the bravest, most generous decision was made. We were all there in the room with him and he knew it.
I miss you, my handsome boy. We'll love you forever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:31 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention
Gina adopted him a few days before Christmas in 2000. I found the email she wrote to our group of friends right after he came to live with her and Linn, who were roommates at Mint Manor at the time:
Also, we now have a cat named Riley (no one else has told have they?) He
is a stray that was taken in by Cheryl and her family till Cheryl could
find a good home...We fell in love when we visited a couple of weeks
ago, but I was afraid to take him...I'm not allowed to have pets, he was
an oudoor cat (Not anymore!)...blah blah blah...but when Cheryl really
need him to find a home, I just had to take him! Linn, who is allergic
wanted him too...he is totally at home..the landlady met him today...she
fussed a little then let it go...
So that's what's up...
Happy Holidays everyone and I love you!
Gina
He came to us as an adult of indeterminate age, but spry as a kitten despite his large size. His favourite game was to hide behind the large, cylindrical cushions on the floor and pounce at anyone who passed by, or chase around the room with his favourite toy, a wooden stick with a bit of red Christmas ribbon tied to it.
When my cats, Rosie and Lily, died in 2002, he graduated to being the cat that I'd known longest and best. When we all moved in together last year, I had to leave my "new" cats, Inca and Maya, with my parents; Gina had Riley and Spike, and Cheryl had Simon, and that was already more cats than we were allowed to have. But I didn't want for the love of a cat, because Riley gave very freely of the love. He was the only cat in the household who came running when I called (not even Inca does that); he slept with me at night when I let him in (not often), and when the other cats crowded him out of St Francis of Assisi's's bed. He was also a Goils mascot, there through most of our adventures and during the period when our bond was growing strongest.
He was friends with a lot of people. He was the only cat Pena could stand; he adored Linn and loved to curl up in Cheryl's lap; my sister called him "Handsome Prince" and he even spent some quality time with my dad when given the chance. And, of course, his true love was his mistress. He was Gina's shadow and slept with her almost every night all those seven years.
He took a terrible turn the last few weeks, growing thin and weak, and had a large tunmor in his chest and enlarged kidneys. He was very uncomfortable, exhausted and disoriented, and the bravest, most generous decision was made. We were all there in the room with him and he knew it.
I miss you, my handsome boy. We'll love you forever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:31 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention
We were sitting around watching Sense and Sensibility this morning when the fire alarm went off. We stuck our heads out to investigate but saw no activity, so I made my way to the first floor to see what was going on. There were a few neighbours milling around quizzically and we discovered smoke down a hallway on the first floor, coming from under the door of a first-floor apartment. There was also a big puddle outside the door.
Everyone congregated outside and the goils brought the cats down, and the turtle in a little mini-cooler. (He was not pleased.) I took pictures with my cameraphone to pass the time.
We still don't know what caused it, but no one was hurt so it was just an interesting diversion for an otherwise ordinary Sunday.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 PM | shower me with attention
Everyone congregated outside and the goils brought the cats down, and the turtle in a little mini-cooler. (He was not pleased.) I took pictures with my cameraphone to pass the time.
We still don't know what caused it, but no one was hurt so it was just an interesting diversion for an otherwise ordinary Sunday.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 PM | shower me with attention
Today Tante Joan and Mom and I went up to Hyde Park to have lunch at a shmancy French restaurant at the Culinary Institute. Then we went to Val-Kill, Eleanor Roosevelt's house. The foliage was gorgeous and when I get around to uploading pictures, I will. Brilliant colors this year.
Some terribly scary developments with Riley. I don't want to think about it and am trying my best not to until I absolutely have to (which will be on Monday when they do the tests) and then I will. I can't take it right now. So let's talk about the weather. It got very cold today. It was a very October day: cold, cold, blue and gold. I love Eleanor Roosevelt.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention
Some terribly scary developments with Riley. I don't want to think about it and am trying my best not to until I absolutely have to (which will be on Monday when they do the tests) and then I will. I can't take it right now. So let's talk about the weather. It got very cold today. It was a very October day: cold, cold, blue and gold. I love Eleanor Roosevelt.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, October 19, 2006
The mitten view and the glove view.
I should really finish these.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:29 PM | shower me with attention
I should really finish these.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:29 PM | shower me with attention
Today was strange day. I don't know why. Maybe because of my new computer. Maybe because I learned something new at work and had to feel like a clueless trainee again for a little while. Maybe because Dave's coming to New York next month. Maybe it's just monthly hormonal fluctuations. Either way, today was very weird. Not in a good way or a bad way. Just off-kilter.
I like my new computer, it has a built-in camera, but I don't like to look at the myself in the camera for the same reason I avoid mirrors. I don't know how I'm going to drop the twenty pounds I gained back this year if I'm too depressed to move all the time. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it? A catch-22?
I do like my new computer, anyway.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:18 PM | shower me with attention
I like my new computer, it has a built-in camera, but I don't like to look at the myself in the camera for the same reason I avoid mirrors. I don't know how I'm going to drop the twenty pounds I gained back this year if I'm too depressed to move all the time. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it? A catch-22?
I do like my new computer, anyway.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:18 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
NEW COMPUTER IS HERE!!!!!! Now I just need a firewire cable to get my old stuff and I'll be all set.
Yay new computer yay yay yay.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
Yay new computer yay yay yay.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 15, 2006
With my ongoing spiritual malaise, all I want to do these days is work sudoku puzzles and knit. I actually signed up to do that knitting thing for the Visiting Nurse Service of NY and I need to get started making useful things for the sick and elderly, but I find my mind wandering to useless things like these felted pumpkins. They're so cute. Luckily, I don't have any wool yarn in the right colours, so I'm forced to use up what I do have. I'm almost finished with a pair of these for Gina; they're made with a strand of off-white baby alpaca (soft and luxurious) and a strand of red "mystery yarn" I got as a present from Mush (either superwash wool, or, more likely, soft acrylic*) held together. The first one is done and I'll post a picture when my new computer arrives (tomorrow or the next day!)
Not sure what I'm going to make for the volunteer knitting, but I'm going to use up all the cheap acrylic stuff that Gina and I have. Not that I don't think that sick and eldery don't deserve expensive luxury-yarn items, but they really won't know the difference if the pieces are well-made, and I'd rather use the luxury stuff to make gifts for loved ones...
*You can tell if a mystery yarn is natural fiber or manmade acrylic fiber by burning a piece; if it turns to ash, it's natural; if it melts it's acrylic. I performed this test on the Mush yarn, and it turned shiny and hard, which points to acrylic. Normally I'm quite the snob about acrylic, but the Mush yarn is actually pretty nice acrylic, and knitting it together with a luxury yarn like alpaca makes me feel okay about the whole thing. They're very soft and warm.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 PM | shower me with attention
Not sure what I'm going to make for the volunteer knitting, but I'm going to use up all the cheap acrylic stuff that Gina and I have. Not that I don't think that sick and eldery don't deserve expensive luxury-yarn items, but they really won't know the difference if the pieces are well-made, and I'd rather use the luxury stuff to make gifts for loved ones...
*You can tell if a mystery yarn is natural fiber or manmade acrylic fiber by burning a piece; if it turns to ash, it's natural; if it melts it's acrylic. I performed this test on the Mush yarn, and it turned shiny and hard, which points to acrylic. Normally I'm quite the snob about acrylic, but the Mush yarn is actually pretty nice acrylic, and knitting it together with a luxury yarn like alpaca makes me feel okay about the whole thing. They're very soft and warm.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I hate this building and I hate the New York Times. Every other week I have to call and have my newspaper credited. I think as a result of my complaints, they've started taking the apartment numbers off the papers, which are left on a common table in front of the elevator.
This has the brilliant effect of every thief in the building thinking the papers are fucking complimentary, so now they don't even have the guilt of stealing the paper with a particular apartment number written on it, they're all blank and therefore public property.
Why the fuck am I paying for this???
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:41 PM | shower me with attention
This has the brilliant effect of every thief in the building thinking the papers are fucking complimentary, so now they don't even have the guilt of stealing the paper with a particular apartment number written on it, they're all blank and therefore public property.
Why the fuck am I paying for this???
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:41 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, October 12, 2006
My mom's birthday is in five days and I have no idea what to get her. She has no Amazon wish list and never likes anything I get her.
Please email me ideas.
Don't reply in comments as she's a lousy snoop who is reading this right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:36 PM | shower me with attention
Please email me ideas.
Don't reply in comments as she's a lousy snoop who is reading this right now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:36 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
What is wrong with me?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:37 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:37 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Adam's been emailing me pictures from an old scrapbook he found. Check out this one of my dad from thirty-something years ago.
Spooky!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:04 PM | shower me with attention
Spooky!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:04 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, October 09, 2006
Did I say it'll be here by Tuesday? I meant next Tuesday, apparently.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:13 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:13 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, October 06, 2006
My aunt and my mom got together and bought me the best Christmas present ever. It'll arrive by Tuesday.
Hurray for Christmas in October!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:09 PM | shower me with attention
Hurray for Christmas in October!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:09 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Wow. Thank you for the outpouring of support, my friends and lurkers, about my computer crisis. I'm touched that you guys are so helpful and giving at my difficult time of computerlessness. (And thank you, Cheryl, for letting me use the computer on which I currently type these thanks.)
I know we'll find a solution to recovering my files, and eventually (maybe sooner than we think? Thanks, Mom? Stop reading this?) I'll have a new computer of my own.
And, like Tina returning to Ike, I'll definitely be getting another Mac. I'm a Mac-sochist.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 PM | shower me with attention
I know we'll find a solution to recovering my files, and eventually (maybe sooner than we think? Thanks, Mom? Stop reading this?) I'll have a new computer of my own.
And, like Tina returning to Ike, I'll definitely be getting another Mac. I'm a Mac-sochist.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, October 02, 2006
Guy from Studio 60: It's called thieves get rich and saints get shot and God don't answer prayers a lot...
OH MY GOD A LINE FROM AN OBSCURE SONDHEIM SONG!!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention
OH MY GOD A LINE FROM AN OBSCURE SONDHEIM SONG!!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention
I meant to mention this earlier: the tree-clearing at Gettysburg really bothers me. I know they want it to look like it did back then so they can study it, and back then the trees weren't there. But the battle is freaking over already. Can't we just study pictures? Make computer-generated images of what it looked like? Something that doesn't involve killing trees, which house innocent creatures?
Life goes on. We should, like, let it.
I know I'm the only one who cares about this, but ugh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention
Life goes on. We should, like, let it.
I know I'm the only one who cares about this, but ugh.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention
I know I should be saving my money for a new computer, every penny of it, or new work clothes that don't have holes in them, or a pair of boots so I don't have to wear those too-big ugly things from Payless this winter, but I want this so bad I can taste it. It's only $15 on Amazon. I should just buy it, right?
Right?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 PM | shower me with attention
Right?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Gettysburg was okay. It was kind of shocking how unlike New York rural Pennsylvania is. Bad coffee, anti-abortion picketing, and naught but white people far as the eye can see. And I just can't get excited or moved by battles, no matter how huge and horrifying and important they were. I know I should feel something more about the Civil War, but I feel the same way about all wars, old and new, and that is: depressed.
Also, I forgot my camera, but even if I hadn't, there's no way to get them online with my computer busted, so all you get are two camera-phone shots: this Gorey-esque sign for one of the numerous ghost-story experiences that these sorts of historical tourist-centred towns have to offer, and the first of the five billion monuments on the battlefield. I'm sorry to say I don't remember anything about the latter except it was put up by an old president in the early part of the last century and it has an eternal flame.
I did get some delicious sugar-free fudge at some farmer's market in Amish country, so that was nice. And a woman in a pet store let me go into the window and cuddle the kittens for as long as I wanted. That was my favourite part of the weekend.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Also, I forgot my camera, but even if I hadn't, there's no way to get them online with my computer busted, so all you get are two camera-phone shots: this Gorey-esque sign for one of the numerous ghost-story experiences that these sorts of historical tourist-centred towns have to offer, and the first of the five billion monuments on the battlefield. I'm sorry to say I don't remember anything about the latter except it was put up by an old president in the early part of the last century and it has an eternal flame.
I did get some delicious sugar-free fudge at some farmer's market in Amish country, so that was nice. And a woman in a pet store let me go into the window and cuddle the kittens for as long as I wanted. That was my favourite part of the weekend.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
