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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
As my obsession with strange old men continues (see previous post)... please forgive the awful sound quality (someone obviously pointed a video camera at a tv, which obviously resides in a room made out of tin cans):
This song makes me happy; Jim Dale makes me happy.
This is my current desktop at work.
This is, by the way, my second-favourite movie in the world, and if you ever want to get me a gift, obscure Pete's Dragon memorabilia is always the way to go. (Any memorabilia is, by now, obscure.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention
This song makes me happy; Jim Dale makes me happy.
This is my current desktop at work.
This is, by the way, my second-favourite movie in the world, and if you ever want to get me a gift, obscure Pete's Dragon memorabilia is always the way to go. (Any memorabilia is, by now, obscure.)
Labels: jim dale, pete's dragon, that jingle jangle sound
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Oh, yeah: TAKE THAT, EDDIE MURPHY! You fat-suit wearing bitch! Take that!
My dearest darlingest Alan Arkin won! He kicked your fat-suited ass, Eddie Murphy, you horrible, fat-suit wearing man, you!
I love Alan Arkin.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 PM | shower me with attention
My dearest darlingest Alan Arkin won! He kicked your fat-suited ass, Eddie Murphy, you horrible, fat-suit wearing man, you!
I love Alan Arkin.
Labels: triumph
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:11 PM | shower me with attention
It's snowing like a fairy tale. Gina and I set the DVR to record the Oscars, pulled on boots and coats over our pajamas, and went down at 8:30 to walk in it, just a little, a spin around the marina and back to the apartment.
It turned our hair and clothes white. It was so, so pretty, like magic. Wish I'd brought my camera.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:00 PM | shower me with attention
It turned our hair and clothes white. It was so, so pretty, like magic. Wish I'd brought my camera.
Labels: wonderland
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:00 PM | shower me with attention
Kitana is here! Kitana is here! My Kitling is here after mrfle-frfle months of absence. Oh, nasty, nasty grad school Columbia monster trying to consume the soul of my darling. We saved her with meatloaf and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We even talked her into staying a second night to watch the Oscars with us tonight.
Love the bunny.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:07 AM | shower me with attention
Love the bunny.
Labels: soul sisters
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:07 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Okay, who called me at 4 in the morning and didn't even leave a message?
I was all nice and asleep and now I'm awake.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 AM | shower me with attention
I was all nice and asleep and now I'm awake.
Labels: jerks
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 22, 2007
It's the ugliest time of the year, when those giant eyesores show up, those piles that start out as white, and harden grey, and melt and reharden into black, nasty piles of frozen garbage. It's black snow time.
It's depressing to pick your way around these. They seem to last forever; as long as the weather's cold enough, they refuse to go away completely; they just become more and more embedded with trash, and turn blacker and blacker.
I bought cheap shoes today, and books.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:08 PM | shower me with attention
It's depressing to pick your way around these. They seem to last forever; as long as the weather's cold enough, they refuse to go away completely; they just become more and more embedded with trash, and turn blacker and blacker.
I bought cheap shoes today, and books.
Labels: pretty on the inside
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:08 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Golly.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Oh, I got new boots. I bought the first pair I saw, wore them out of the store, and threw my hole-y work shoes out in the bin outside the Nine West.
Gina's right, best way to shop. Thank you, gubmint, for gibbing me my tax return.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Gina's right, best way to shop. Thank you, gubmint, for gibbing me my tax return.
Labels: warm feet
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention
Just got back from Boston, a weekend-long road trip as part of the celebration of The Month of Our Peņa* (i.e. Steph P's birthday, which is on Wednesday.) It was a two-car trip with 8 people in all, and there was, in sum, much drinking of the devil liquor and eating of fattening, high-carb foods. It was lots of fun.
Sadly, Cheryl got a stomach virus and couldn't come, which was disappointing. I've been to Boston many times in my life since childhood, but ever since Tour2K, I've associated that part of the world with Miss Cheryl, our native New Englander. Lots of good memories in that town with the goils.
Boston, by the way, does not believe in salting the sidewalks properly, which means lots of slippery black ice wherever we went. Miraculously, Clumsy Sue managed not to fall this time. (I had to literally catch her twice, though.)
Still, we managed to have a good time. The trip revolved around Peņa's desire to visit Lizzie Borden's house, which is a charming bed-and-breakfast now, where the proprieters delight in lending authentic axes to those visitors who wish to recreate the poses that resulted from the grisly double-murders that took place there.
Good times, yes?
*I know the enyay in Peņa's name results in garbled characters on most people's screens, but I have to try for her sake.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention
Sadly, Cheryl got a stomach virus and couldn't come, which was disappointing. I've been to Boston many times in my life since childhood, but ever since Tour2K, I've associated that part of the world with Miss Cheryl, our native New Englander. Lots of good memories in that town with the goils.
Boston, by the way, does not believe in salting the sidewalks properly, which means lots of slippery black ice wherever we went. Miraculously, Clumsy Sue managed not to fall this time. (I had to literally catch her twice, though.)
Still, we managed to have a good time. The trip revolved around Peņa's desire to visit Lizzie Borden's house, which is a charming bed-and-breakfast now, where the proprieters delight in lending authentic axes to those visitors who wish to recreate the poses that resulted from the grisly double-murders that took place there.
Good times, yes?
*I know the enyay in Peņa's name results in garbled characters on most people's screens, but I have to try for her sake.
Labels: beer, black ice, carbs, gas
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 15, 2007
I finally posted a bit on Softcom and it's nostalgiariffic. Reminisce with me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: kith, music, sex van, tour
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Me during Lost tonight:
"Who is that? Gina, who is that? I know her. Where do I know her from? She is so familiar as to be maddening. Gina. Who is that? Who is she?"
...
"DATA'S MOM!!!!!"
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention
"Who is that? Gina, who is that? I know her. Where do I know her from? She is so familiar as to be maddening. Gina. Who is that? Who is she?"
...
"DATA'S MOM!!!!!"
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention
Have fun.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:45 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:45 PM | shower me with attention
It snowed and I don't have boots. In fact, all I have to wear to work are Mary Janes, and one of them has a hole in it.
This puts me in mind of a song:
Cold Feets
Cold Feets
Brother you got cold feets
You can make 'dem
Cold feets hot
With little rhythm
Young Feets
Old Feets
Can be uncontrolled feets
Rhythm make 'dem
Cold feets trot
Down the aisle
Frosty arches
They can learn to swing
Icy toes can jive
Wedding marches
Played in ragtime swing
Make frigid soles come alive
And take that dive!
Cold feets, shmold feets
Turn 'em into bold feets
Rhythm make them cold feets
Hot!
(lyrics by Lisa Lambert)
Et cetera et cetera et cetera.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 AM | shower me with attention
This puts me in mind of a song:
Cold Feets
Cold Feets
Brother you got cold feets
You can make 'dem
Cold feets hot
With little rhythm
Young Feets
Old Feets
Can be uncontrolled feets
Rhythm make 'dem
Cold feets trot
Down the aisle
Frosty arches
They can learn to swing
Icy toes can jive
Wedding marches
Played in ragtime swing
Make frigid soles come alive
And take that dive!
Cold feets, shmold feets
Turn 'em into bold feets
Rhythm make them cold feets
Hot!
(lyrics by Lisa Lambert)
Et cetera et cetera et cetera.
Labels: frostbite, Insomnia, vaguely racist showtunes
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 AM | shower me with attention
Ah, damn. It's snowing and I ain't sleeping.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 12, 2007
Gina just won her first game of chess. It was her first game against me, and her second game ever.
I am pleased to be able to offer her this sense of accomplishment. She thinks I threw the game, but I honestly didn't. I am just that bad at strategy games.
Plus I've had no coffee today, as punishment for not going to work because of my painful, bloody sinuses.
But Cheryl brought me saline spray (thanks, sarah) and the sinuses feel much better. The head still pounds and the King still falls, though.
Gina is a master of strateeeegery.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 PM | shower me with attention
I am pleased to be able to offer her this sense of accomplishment. She thinks I threw the game, but I honestly didn't. I am just that bad at strategy games.
Plus I've had no coffee today, as punishment for not going to work because of my painful, bloody sinuses.
But Cheryl brought me saline spray (thanks, sarah) and the sinuses feel much better. The head still pounds and the King still falls, though.
Gina is a master of strateeeegery.
Labels: "chess nuts", "the mighty pawn", dumb, strategery
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Tante Joan got it in her head to have choucroute, which she hadn't tasted in years. This is a favorite dish of my parents, and I've eaten it at least once a year with them, but an occasion for free food is not one to be overlooked, so I accepted the invitation. When Gina heard of my plans for today, she grew more excited than I would have imagined (who's even heard of "choucroute"?) and thus, the invitation was extended to her as well.
Which is how Gina found herself in my aunt's Brooklyn Heights apartment today, learning to play chess from my dad.
Dad taught me chess when I was a kid, and I know the rules, but I find the game too difficult to play. I tend to feel as if I'm in an actual combat situation, and the pressure is too much - my heart beats fast, my palms get sweaty, I agonize over every pawn; it's not worth it.
The chess lesson inspired much talk of Wizard's Chess, which is why I find myself this evening lounging on the futon with my roomies, watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone for at least the third time in the last couple of months.
I love us.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:54 PM | shower me with attention
Which is how Gina found herself in my aunt's Brooklyn Heights apartment today, learning to play chess from my dad.
Dad taught me chess when I was a kid, and I know the rules, but I find the game too difficult to play. I tend to feel as if I'm in an actual combat situation, and the pressure is too much - my heart beats fast, my palms get sweaty, I agonize over every pawn; it's not worth it.
The chess lesson inspired much talk of Wizard's Chess, which is why I find myself this evening lounging on the futon with my roomies, watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone for at least the third time in the last couple of months.
I love us.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:54 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Did you miss my complaining? Here's something to prove it's still me:
The inside of my nose has been so cracked and dry lately that I've been sneezing blood for weeks.
Will this dry winter air ever go away?
There. That felt good. Bitch, bitch, bitch! The bitch is back.
(But she's still happy.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention
The inside of my nose has been so cracked and dry lately that I've been sneezing blood for weeks.
Will this dry winter air ever go away?
There. That felt good. Bitch, bitch, bitch! The bitch is back.
(But she's still happy.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, February 09, 2007
I am too, too obsessed with Regina Spektor right now. I am listening to this song on a constant loop. Her breath control is amazing.
Chickens, I'm listening to music again.
And I'm still happy.
Today was a bad, long, endless work day of poor J. being sick for the third day this week and I am so, so tired and I lost one of my favorite pins that I've been carrying on my purse forever, and you know what?
Still happy.
Better better
better better
better better
better better...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
Chickens, I'm listening to music again.
And I'm still happy.
Today was a bad, long, endless work day of poor J. being sick for the third day this week and I am so, so tired and I lost one of my favorite pins that I've been carrying on my purse forever, and you know what?
Still happy.
Better better
better better
better better
better better...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Happy birthday, baby bird.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:46 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:46 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I am currently obsessed with Buddy Cole's blog. It's so novel to have something good to read, that's frequently updated.
He's such a magical fellow, he really is.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:15 PM | shower me with attention
He's such a magical fellow, he really is.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:15 PM | shower me with attention
Happy birthday, darling!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:11 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:11 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Frozen dog pee can be so beautiful.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:12 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:12 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 05, 2007
Aw, man. I thought I invented "Rhymes with gravy".
Dammit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:19 AM | shower me with attention
Dammit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:19 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 04, 2007
I feel rich. Not with money - HA HA HA - but other good things.
In the most inappropriate segue ever, Puppy peed on me TWICE today, when his Mama brought him over to Penthouse 54 to watch the Superbowl.
Which was, by the way, very boring.
Anyway, how flattering for me that Puppy was so excited by my presence that he peed on me twice in one visit!
Truly I am richer than a thousand kings.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention
In the most inappropriate segue ever, Puppy peed on me TWICE today, when his Mama brought him over to Penthouse 54 to watch the Superbowl.
Which was, by the way, very boring.
Anyway, how flattering for me that Puppy was so excited by my presence that he peed on me twice in one visit!
Truly I am richer than a thousand kings.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:05 PM | shower me with attention
We're toggling back and forth between the Superbowl and The Pirates of Penzance (starring Kevin Kline and Linda Rondstadt.)
Only one of these appeals to me, but Gina is equally entertained by both. This is one of the things I love about her. The extremes of light opera and football are both pleasing to her.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention
Only one of these appeals to me, but Gina is equally entertained by both. This is one of the things I love about her. The extremes of light opera and football are both pleasing to her.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:02 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, February 02, 2007
