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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The other day, Erin was telling me about how her friends in Portland don't "get" how we can still be sensitive about 9/11. She said that the phrase "Never forget" really pisses her off: "I'm like, fuck you. That's so condescending."
I tend to agree. I do have sympathy for the people-- the majority of the country-- who have "moved on". This stuff can't, and shouldn't, stay fresh for everyone forever. Time moves forward, not backwards, as wise Mr McCulloch said. Not everyone shares our perspective. But for those of us who are close, I mean physically close, who have to pass through the site twice a day on our commute, or see the empty skyline from across the river as they drive to and from work every day, it's hard. It's hard to see all the nothing that's been going on at the site, and it's hard to tune out the fact that Ground Zero has become Disneyland Northeast, America's Favorite Tourist Destination.
I have learned to largely become blind and deaf, out of necessity. I have to traverse that platform twice a day, five times a week, and if I were to get upset at every vendor hawking postcards, or every tourist shoving camera phones through the chain-link, I'd lose my shit pretty much constantly. But when I see people posing in front of the "World Trade Center" PATH sign, holding up two fingers, or making a goofy face, or just grinning broadly like they're on the boardwalk sticking their face into a wooden cutout of the Strong Man, when I let myself see that, I want to stop and scream, "Have some fucking respect!"
But it's like Mr Sondheim said in the song he wrote about the aftermath of JFK's assassination, it was just
...something to be mended
Something we'll have to weather
Bringing us all together
If only for a moment
Just an awful moment.
So, no. We won't ever forget. We try to. But we can't. I think it would be better if Gina didn't cry every time she sees old footage of the towers on tv, or if I could go to work without my blood pressure rising, or if Erin didn't have to try to explain to her Oregon friends just why "this stuff still has (her) all messed up".
It's not the same as dwelling. It's like trying to sleep in a bed you once shared with a loved one. (I'm thinking of Rosie, here.) Eventually, you get used to it. You cope. But you don't forget what it felt like to have that body next to you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:41 PM | shower me with attention
I tend to agree. I do have sympathy for the people-- the majority of the country-- who have "moved on". This stuff can't, and shouldn't, stay fresh for everyone forever. Time moves forward, not backwards, as wise Mr McCulloch said. Not everyone shares our perspective. But for those of us who are close, I mean physically close, who have to pass through the site twice a day on our commute, or see the empty skyline from across the river as they drive to and from work every day, it's hard. It's hard to see all the nothing that's been going on at the site, and it's hard to tune out the fact that Ground Zero has become Disneyland Northeast, America's Favorite Tourist Destination.
I have learned to largely become blind and deaf, out of necessity. I have to traverse that platform twice a day, five times a week, and if I were to get upset at every vendor hawking postcards, or every tourist shoving camera phones through the chain-link, I'd lose my shit pretty much constantly. But when I see people posing in front of the "World Trade Center" PATH sign, holding up two fingers, or making a goofy face, or just grinning broadly like they're on the boardwalk sticking their face into a wooden cutout of the Strong Man, when I let myself see that, I want to stop and scream, "Have some fucking respect!"
But it's like Mr Sondheim said in the song he wrote about the aftermath of JFK's assassination, it was just
...something to be mended
Something we'll have to weather
Bringing us all together
If only for a moment
Just an awful moment.
So, no. We won't ever forget. We try to. But we can't. I think it would be better if Gina didn't cry every time she sees old footage of the towers on tv, or if I could go to work without my blood pressure rising, or if Erin didn't have to try to explain to her Oregon friends just why "this stuff still has (her) all messed up".
It's not the same as dwelling. It's like trying to sleep in a bed you once shared with a loved one. (I'm thinking of Rosie, here.) Eventually, you get used to it. You cope. But you don't forget what it felt like to have that body next to you.
Labels: 'til it's just smoke, 'til it's just something just past, fix it up fast, nothing that will last, please
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:41 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Tonight is Parker's last night with us. Her mom comes and gets her tomorrow, before I'll get home from work.
We went for our last walk in the park tonight. I'm gonna miss that sweet little black bear .
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention
We went for our last walk in the park tonight. I'm gonna miss that sweet little black bear .
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 27, 2007
One of my favourite musicals of all time, Parade, takes place on and around Memorial Day. The show's not really about Memorial Day, but I always listen to it around now anyway. Love this show; Jason Robert Brown is so gifted, he's almost up at Sondheimian levels in my eyes.
(Almost. Sondheim is a god.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 PM | shower me with attention
(Almost. Sondheim is a god.)
Labels: mr frank? Happy memorial day
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 24, 2007
First really warm night of the summer. I mean, it's here; it's happened. Strolling Being dragged down the peninsula by Parker, I saw way more people out at the late hour than usual: people on bikes, a couple with a toddler, two guys standing by the mirror-still canal, strumming guitars and harmonizing something cheezy (I think it was More Than Words.)
Makes me think of summers in Brooklyn. I'd been telling Peņa earlier that, as New Yorkers, my people were not well-versed in the art of cooking barbecue. (Eating barbecue we can do.) This isn't quite true, though; we had backyard barbecues in Brooklyn in the summertime quite often. I don't remember anything fancy; mostly hot dogs and the like, and burning marshmallows in the twilight, and fireflies. We had a small above-ground pool, and Uncle Tom had beer, and maybe my dad had a pipe and both families would sit in the backyard on hot Brooklyn nights and live like we were in the suburbs. More often than not the evening would conclude with Uncle Tom taking us kids around to the driveway to set off illegal firecrackers, or give us sizzling sparklers that we'd chase eachother with until someone invariably tripped and fell and cried.
Yay, summer.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:39 PM | shower me with attention
Makes me think of summers in Brooklyn. I'd been telling Peņa earlier that, as New Yorkers, my people were not well-versed in the art of cooking barbecue. (Eating barbecue we can do.) This isn't quite true, though; we had backyard barbecues in Brooklyn in the summertime quite often. I don't remember anything fancy; mostly hot dogs and the like, and burning marshmallows in the twilight, and fireflies. We had a small above-ground pool, and Uncle Tom had beer, and maybe my dad had a pipe and both families would sit in the backyard on hot Brooklyn nights and live like we were in the suburbs. More often than not the evening would conclude with Uncle Tom taking us kids around to the driveway to set off illegal firecrackers, or give us sizzling sparklers that we'd chase eachother with until someone invariably tripped and fell and cried.
Yay, summer.
Labels: summer summation something somethng
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:39 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I found this low-carb/low-cal "orange drink" at the local deli which tastes really good, but it has these inexplicable bible verses and stuff on the label. So I went to the website, and it's like some sort of religious cult.
The Testimonial page is also great:
"We have letters glorifying Vita-J, and also letters glorifying God."
(The below label is a joke stolen from my boss, J's reaction to my beverage.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:29 AM | shower me with attention
The Testimonial page is also great:
"We have letters glorifying Vita-J, and also letters glorifying God."
(The below label is a joke stolen from my boss, J's reaction to my beverage.)
Labels: juice for jesus
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:29 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Hey so I had a second dream about you -- and your blog -- in the course of one week. In the first you asked your readers to list their favorite animated films, in the second you asked for recommendations for a book about horses.
These seem reasonable.
Okay, peeps. Please list your favourite animated films and/or books about horses.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:19 AM | shower me with attention
These seem reasonable.
Okay, peeps. Please list your favourite animated films and/or books about horses.
Labels: running out of things to say
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:19 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Today I saw a man riding a unicycle down the street.
If I believed in omens, I think that would be a great one.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:02 PM | shower me with attention
If I believed in omens, I think that would be a great one.
Labels: good omens
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:02 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 17, 2007
(Cross-posted on myspace. I'm such a tool.)
The height of inconvenience to me is the fact that my employer has switched health plans, quite abruptly, and my psychiatrist, who prescribes the antidepressants I have been taking for the last decade, is no longer covered.
She was brusque and I couldn't really talk to her, but our arrangement was very convenient. Every three months I would see her for approximately 15 minutes for a perfunctory "How've-you-been", an exchange of co-pay for prescription, and that was it.
Now I have less than a month (roughly 27 pills left) to find a new doctor with whom I can share a similar arrangement.
My new health plan seems insanely obscure. (IBA - utilizing Magnacare and Multiplan networks. WTF?) So I'm putting out an APB - if you know of a meds-prescribing psychiatrist or any kind of therapist who is licensed to prescribe pharmaceuticals, please contact me by email. You know my email address.
I need them to be in the NYC or Jersey City area. I'd prefer a woman but since I don't plan to get all into it, I'll take either gender if I have to. Anyone who accepts my insurance, basically.
Thanks, peeps.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:38 PM | shower me with attention
The height of inconvenience to me is the fact that my employer has switched health plans, quite abruptly, and my psychiatrist, who prescribes the antidepressants I have been taking for the last decade, is no longer covered.
She was brusque and I couldn't really talk to her, but our arrangement was very convenient. Every three months I would see her for approximately 15 minutes for a perfunctory "How've-you-been", an exchange of co-pay for prescription, and that was it.
Now I have less than a month (roughly 27 pills left) to find a new doctor with whom I can share a similar arrangement.
My new health plan seems insanely obscure. (IBA - utilizing Magnacare and Multiplan networks. WTF?) So I'm putting out an APB - if you know of a meds-prescribing psychiatrist or any kind of therapist who is licensed to prescribe pharmaceuticals, please contact me by email. You know my email address.
I need them to be in the NYC or Jersey City area. I'd prefer a woman but since I don't plan to get all into it, I'll take either gender if I have to. Anyone who accepts my insurance, basically.
Thanks, peeps.
Labels: happiness and sunbeams and cute little puppydogs
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:38 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Two things, both television-related:
1. The wrong bitch won.
2. An old acquaintance of mine from alt.tv.newsradio once won a prop mug on eBay, from the Titanic episode of Newsradio. He emailed me out of the blue recently and asked if I would like stewardship of said item, as it has just been gathering dust on his shelf. Geek said "Oh HELLS YEAH!" and it arrived today. I don't own it, mind, but I get to drink decaf out of it and take veryveryvery good care of it. It is soooo beaaaauuuutiful.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:07 PM | shower me with attention
1. The wrong bitch won.
2. An old acquaintance of mine from alt.tv.newsradio once won a prop mug on eBay, from the Titanic episode of Newsradio. He emailed me out of the blue recently and asked if I would like stewardship of said item, as it has just been gathering dust on his shelf. Geek said "Oh HELLS YEAH!" and it arrived today. I don't own it, mind, but I get to drink decaf out of it and take veryveryvery good care of it. It is soooo beaaaauuuutiful.
Labels: sinking ship
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:07 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, May 14, 2007
So I have my computer back. It's like a little time capsule. The year: 2006. The month: October.
Were we ever so young?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:07 PM | shower me with attention
Were we ever so young?
Labels: bleh
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:07 PM | shower me with attention
Happy birthday, Kit. I miss you!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:22 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:22 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 13, 2007
I took it to the Apple store yesterday. Waited an hour. They finally took a look and listen and told me the hard drive was busted - not from anything I did, it was just broken and they could hear it clacking around. They said they don't have the equipment to recover my data with it in that state and that recovery wouldn't be covered under warranty anyway. So I said OK, just replace it.
I'll get it back in a couple days and all my data is gone.
Could be worse, it's only 6 months worth of stuff gone. I can get most of my music back from my iBook and all my pictures are on Flickr and I wasn't writing a novel or anything, but I am still pretty depressed about it.
Happy Mother's Day, everyone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:57 PM | shower me with attention
I'll get it back in a couple days and all my data is gone.
Could be worse, it's only 6 months worth of stuff gone. I can get most of my music back from my iBook and all my pictures are on Flickr and I wasn't writing a novel or anything, but I am still pretty depressed about it.
Happy Mother's Day, everyone.
Labels: life goes on?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:57 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, May 12, 2007
My Macbook, which is only 6 months old, crashed last night and I can no longer see the hard drive when I start up with the install disk and run the Disk Utility. Which means it's gone, and I have to find an Apple store and make them fix it. They won't help me over the phone because it's more than 90 days since it was purchased (bastards.)
I'm on Gina's computer now. Cross your fingers for me. My email access will be extremely limited in the coming days.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:18 PM | shower me with attention
I'm on Gina's computer now. Cross your fingers for me. My email access will be extremely limited in the coming days.
Labels: bereavement, depression
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:18 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, May 11, 2007
Also, not quite able to finish Bill Clinton's crossword. Got all but about 8 squares. He is a devious bastard. This one was way punny.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: wordplay
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 PM | shower me with attention
Today tried to kick my ass, and I rose triumphant. J. and Brando were both out, for the second Friday in a row, so I had to do that evil procedure that I'm barely comfortable with and have to do reeeeally slowly, as well as all my other work, and I goddamn did it because I am kind of awesome.
When I got home, my new bedding had arrived. This brightens everything in my life.
Last night I lay in bed awake, too scared to sleep because I was thinking about the latest episode of Lost. I mean, I was spooked just thinking about it. That always happens to me - I'm fine at the time, but when I think about something later I get so scared I'm afraid to move and every noise makes me jump. It happened with Suspiria and with Jacob's Ladder and with Wednesday's episode of Lost.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:25 PM | shower me with attention
When I got home, my new bedding had arrived. This brightens everything in my life.
Last night I lay in bed awake, too scared to sleep because I was thinking about the latest episode of Lost. I mean, I was spooked just thinking about it. That always happens to me - I'm fine at the time, but when I think about something later I get so scared I'm afraid to move and every noise makes me jump. It happened with Suspiria and with Jacob's Ladder and with Wednesday's episode of Lost.
Labels: ass-kicking, bedding, spooks
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:25 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Today was unusual: I left work early so my mom and I could go to a taping of The Daily Show. I hadn't been to a tv taping in awhile (Hugh Laurie's Actors Studio last year was the last, I think?) and it was pretty fun. The guest was George Tenet and we did not boo him, which I thought was very civil of us.
We went to a decent barbecue place after.
The best part was getting to leave work early. And hanging out with Mom. Mom is so cute. Hi, Mom.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:51 PM | shower me with attention
We went to a decent barbecue place after.
The best part was getting to leave work early. And hanging out with Mom. Mom is so cute. Hi, Mom.
Labels: I know you're reading
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:51 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 06, 2007
I love my new bed and I love my new room. Almost everything is in its place and once my tapestry rod is up and my pictures are on the walls and my new bedding arrives it will be perfect. I'm sore all over from helping move the tv upstairs to Gina's room and also from being pathetically out of shape.
I haven't been blogging so much lately. Life has been exhausting me, and the computer makes my eyes hurt.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:49 PM | shower me with attention
I haven't been blogging so much lately. Life has been exhausting me, and the computer makes my eyes hurt.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:49 PM | shower me with attention
I GOT BED!!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:53 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:53 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Eep, creepy: Worker Dies in Trench Accident. That was my elementary school.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:26 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: leif ericson day school
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:26 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 03, 2007
It's happened. Cheryl now lives downstairs and I now live in the big room and Steph now lives in my old room.
Nothing is where it's going to end up and there's still straggling pieces of Cheryl's left around, but for the most part, we are officially Moved.
It feels weird. All my books are still stacked up, shivering, in the walk-in closet. Maybe once I get them out and on the shelf and the bed put together this'll feel like my room.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:51 PM | shower me with attention
Nothing is where it's going to end up and there's still straggling pieces of Cheryl's left around, but for the most part, we are officially Moved.
It feels weird. All my books are still stacked up, shivering, in the walk-in closet. Maybe once I get them out and on the shelf and the bed put together this'll feel like my room.
Labels: the tave cave
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:51 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
The moon tonight, people. Breathtaking. Low and heavy and yellow and bright. I couldn't stop staring at it. Parker had to tug at her leash to keep me walking. I just wanted to stand there and gape at the moon.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: moon
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention
I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you Mom!
Best birthday present ever!
Mom calls me at work today:
Mom: What are you doing on July 20th?
Me: (mopily)Working.
Mom: No you're not.
Me: REALLY?????
Me and my KITH-fan mom are going to Montreal on July 20. She even threw in tickets to Kevin's one-man show the next night!
I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you MOm I love you Mom!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:46 PM | shower me with attention
Best birthday present ever!
Mom calls me at work today:
Mom: What are you doing on July 20th?
Me: (mopily)Working.
Mom: No you're not.
Me: REALLY?????
Me and my KITH-fan mom are going to Montreal on July 20. She even threw in tickets to Kevin's one-man show the next night!
I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you Mom I love you MOm I love you Mom!
Labels: I love you Mom
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:46 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Holy crap!
KITH will be at Just for Laughs this year!
The Montreal comedy festival!
Kids in the Hall!
All new show. July 18, 19 and 20.
Shit. Tickets onsale now.
This will definitely sell out almost immediately.
I have no money and the shows are all on weeknights. I can't go to such a thing.
A week after my birthday, too.
I hate them now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 PM | shower me with attention
KITH will be at Just for Laughs this year!
The Montreal comedy festival!
Kids in the Hall!
All new show. July 18, 19 and 20.
Shit. Tickets onsale now.
This will definitely sell out almost immediately.
I have no money and the shows are all on weeknights. I can't go to such a thing.
A week after my birthday, too.
I hate them now.
Labels: die die die empty wallet
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 PM | shower me with attention
