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erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
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elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Every night I watch Roseanne. I love Roseanne and I love Roseanne. She's a funny, crazy woman.
Speaking of Roseanne, my friend Carl wrote a song about the David character.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:45 PM | shower me with attention
Speaking of Roseanne, my friend Carl wrote a song about the David character.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:45 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I'm sort of tired of people at work who think they're my friends but just constantly make fun of me all day long and disrespect me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:59 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:59 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I can't stop thinking about that dinner last night with my sis. So perfect, the conversation. So salty and greasy and satisfying, the food. Greenwich Village still has the ghosts of unpleasant associations, but it was such a part of my childhood circa 20 years ago. I'm glad places like Charlie Mom - old-school, white tablecloth and cloth napkins, waiters in ties and bowls of crispy noodles on the table - I'm glad they still exist.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, July 25, 2009
K and I went to J & D & D's new apartment on Minna Street for a bit of housewarming and chicken wings and chubby cheeks. Dyl pickle is looking more and more like a "big kid" - and him not yet a year old.
K and I ended up at Charlie Mom's in the Village for an old-school Chinese dinner (crispy duck and bok choy - best in the city) and much reminiscing that made us pine for Disney World....
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:57 PM | shower me with attention
K and I ended up at Charlie Mom's in the Village for an old-school Chinese dinner (crispy duck and bok choy - best in the city) and much reminiscing that made us pine for Disney World....
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:57 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The tv is broken!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I own dis one now:
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
And then! And then! I was in Urban Outfitters buying a jewelry stand, and stumbled across these amazing Mary Blair concept-art Alice in Wonderland sticky pads. They cost $5. It's the greatest accidental find ever. I don't know how I could ever bear to write on them.
In unrelated news, and because I want to document it, on Friday night, Gina and Kirsten and Steph and I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince on a regular screen. Then, on Saturday night, Gina and I bought 2 am tickets to see it on IMAX in 3-D. It was total serendipity, and it was a blast. We got home at almost 6 in the morning after breakfasting in a freezing McDonald's.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 PM | shower me with attention
In unrelated news, and because I want to document it, on Friday night, Gina and Kirsten and Steph and I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince on a regular screen. Then, on Saturday night, Gina and I bought 2 am tickets to see it on IMAX in 3-D. It was total serendipity, and it was a blast. We got home at almost 6 in the morning after breakfasting in a freezing McDonald's.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 PM | shower me with attention
My third attempt with watercolors. They're really hard. The worst trouble I have is making them interact with the background. I've not yet managed it. I don't know how people do this stuff.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, July 18, 2009
My 7 favorite parts of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince:
1. Alan Rickman
2. Jim Broadbent (his performance was brilliant. Brilliant.)
3. Alan Rickman
4. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
5. Alan Rickman
6. Michael Gambon (his Dumbledore gets better and better)
7. Alan Rickman
8. That girl who plays Luna Lovegood (still adorable)
9. Alan Rickman
10. Alan Rickman
My least favorite part of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince:
1 through 10. Not enough Alan Rickman.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:56 AM | shower me with attention
1. Alan Rickman
2. Jim Broadbent (his performance was brilliant. Brilliant.)
3. Alan Rickman
4. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
5. Alan Rickman
6. Michael Gambon (his Dumbledore gets better and better)
7. Alan Rickman
8. That girl who plays Luna Lovegood (still adorable)
9. Alan Rickman
10. Alan Rickman
My least favorite part of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince:
1 through 10. Not enough Alan Rickman.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:56 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, July 17, 2009
This has become a photoblog because I don't have much to say with words anymore.
Tante Joan and parents took K and I to brunch at Aquavit last Sunday - exquisite beyond yelling, herring heaven. On the way to the subway afterwards, passed by this intriguing set of signs.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:55 PM | shower me with attention
Tante Joan and parents took K and I to brunch at Aquavit last Sunday - exquisite beyond yelling, herring heaven. On the way to the subway afterwards, passed by this intriguing set of signs.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:55 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Birthday's over and it's another day. I wanted to say a little more about the party now that the beer buzz has worn off.
I'm not a party person. Not at all. Not even remotely. In fact, I was kind of apprehensive about this whole enterprise, but Kirsten and I both thought we should do something extra-ordinary to commemorate this, our last important birthday for the next 10 years. And 30 is such a grown-up sounding number. I mean, the fact that I have my 5 closest stuffed animal companions living within arm's reach is now officially pathetic now that the gauge has turned over the 30 mark.
Don't care, though. I've been in a strangely good mood since the weekend. Oh, it will wear off as the reality of all the calories and my obesity and dead-end job and wretched internal monologue kick back in, but I'm sort of riding on the buzz of this adulthood thing. I love the things about me that are sort of immature - the Disney fixation, the fact that my iPod has every song from "The Care Bears Movie" soundtrack on it, the fact that Pooh Bear and Baby Hugs are right over there (and they say hi, by the way.)
I think the good mood stems from the fact that so many of my friends were there, and that I really have so many good friends, and that beer makes socializing with people so easy that I really did have an awesome time at that weird Nazi beer hall that wouldn't let Gina bring the cake in because of some made-up health code excuse.
Ooh, the cake. There's a show on TLC called Cake Boss that Gina and I have started watching, because it's filmed at that bakery on Washington Street. You know, the one every Hobokenite passes twice a day as they walk to and from the PATH. (Unless they're lazy bastards, like me, and take the Light Rail most days.) I got my birthday cake from them last year, although it was only big enough for 3 and nowhere near as extravagant as the monster that Gina got Kirsten and I on Saturday. Way too fancy for the likes of us, and quite delicious.
We ended up eating the cake at my friend Staci's house - she, the warm-hearted Born Hostess who invited us all to pile into her boyfriend's car and Steph's minivan, clown-car style, and thus a great deal of the party ended up in her place eatin' cake and dancing bawdy dances.
My dear friends, Beth and Nathan, came all the way from South Jersey to be with us; my friend Oscar came all the way from Sweden and brought a cute Swedish friend; Billy Hot Chocolate, Celebrity Blogger was there; Drunk Urkel and his Slightly-Less-Drunk Urkel Friend were there, and Amanda and Lummis and Cassimus currently-from-work, and Caroline and even Gochman-formerly-from-work-who-Kirsten-says-now-looks-like-Heath-Ledger; Camille came from Queens; all THREE Stephanies, and Kathy and Lucy came; my baby brother and his lady love Joanna were there. All sorts of people made the trip from boroughs, townships, states and countries near and far to be with me and K on our birthday. And so many strange and wonderful occurrences: Gina got drunk! Amanda and Staci and Kirsten and I sang Blind Melon in the rain! Yes, most shockingly of all, Kirsten did, in fact, show up for her own party!* It made me feel really happy and really loved.
So let's see how long I can ride on this before work and reality can pummel me into being depressed again.
*Not a given.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
I'm not a party person. Not at all. Not even remotely. In fact, I was kind of apprehensive about this whole enterprise, but Kirsten and I both thought we should do something extra-ordinary to commemorate this, our last important birthday for the next 10 years. And 30 is such a grown-up sounding number. I mean, the fact that I have my 5 closest stuffed animal companions living within arm's reach is now officially pathetic now that the gauge has turned over the 30 mark.
Don't care, though. I've been in a strangely good mood since the weekend. Oh, it will wear off as the reality of all the calories and my obesity and dead-end job and wretched internal monologue kick back in, but I'm sort of riding on the buzz of this adulthood thing. I love the things about me that are sort of immature - the Disney fixation, the fact that my iPod has every song from "The Care Bears Movie" soundtrack on it, the fact that Pooh Bear and Baby Hugs are right over there (and they say hi, by the way.)
I think the good mood stems from the fact that so many of my friends were there, and that I really have so many good friends, and that beer makes socializing with people so easy that I really did have an awesome time at that weird Nazi beer hall that wouldn't let Gina bring the cake in because of some made-up health code excuse.
Ooh, the cake. There's a show on TLC called Cake Boss that Gina and I have started watching, because it's filmed at that bakery on Washington Street. You know, the one every Hobokenite passes twice a day as they walk to and from the PATH. (Unless they're lazy bastards, like me, and take the Light Rail most days.) I got my birthday cake from them last year, although it was only big enough for 3 and nowhere near as extravagant as the monster that Gina got Kirsten and I on Saturday. Way too fancy for the likes of us, and quite delicious.
We ended up eating the cake at my friend Staci's house - she, the warm-hearted Born Hostess who invited us all to pile into her boyfriend's car and Steph's minivan, clown-car style, and thus a great deal of the party ended up in her place eatin' cake and dancing bawdy dances.
My dear friends, Beth and Nathan, came all the way from South Jersey to be with us; my friend Oscar came all the way from Sweden and brought a cute Swedish friend; Billy Hot Chocolate, Celebrity Blogger was there; Drunk Urkel and his Slightly-Less-Drunk Urkel Friend were there, and Amanda and Lummis and Cassimus currently-from-work, and Caroline and even Gochman-formerly-from-work-who-Kirsten-says-now-looks-like-Heath-Ledger; Camille came from Queens; all THREE Stephanies, and Kathy and Lucy came; my baby brother and his lady love Joanna were there. All sorts of people made the trip from boroughs, townships, states and countries near and far to be with me and K on our birthday. And so many strange and wonderful occurrences: Gina got drunk! Amanda and Staci and Kirsten and I sang Blind Melon in the rain! Yes, most shockingly of all, Kirsten did, in fact, show up for her own party!* It made me feel really happy and really loved.
So let's see how long I can ride on this before work and reality can pummel me into being depressed again.
*Not a given.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The best friends and the best beer. I had a truly great time.
Pictures here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 AM | shower me with attention
Pictures here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, July 11, 2009
30 years ago, Skylab fell out of the sky and Mom fell on the sidewalk and Kirsten and I showed up at Lenox Hill a couple months early.
Kirsten, as cute as you were back then, you are ever so much more fabulous now. Everyone says our thirties are going to be awesome.
I seriously hope so. I don't feel nearly so grown-up as I'm supposed to.
Happy birthday, Twin.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:49 AM | shower me with attention
Kirsten, as cute as you were back then, you are ever so much more fabulous now. Everyone says our thirties are going to be awesome.
I seriously hope so. I don't feel nearly so grown-up as I'm supposed to.
Happy birthday, Twin.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:49 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
This morning I was in the Dunkin' Donuts getting my morning large-iced-with-skim-and-two-Equals, when a disheveled man came up to the counter and started asking everyone in earshot if they could spare a dime.
"Just a dime so I can get a stamp," he said. "I almost have enough for a stamp."
I handed him a dime.
He turned and plunked it into the tip jar, then wandered away.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:03 AM | shower me with attention
"Just a dime so I can get a stamp," he said. "I almost have enough for a stamp."
I handed him a dime.
He turned and plunked it into the tip jar, then wandered away.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:03 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, July 06, 2009
This is my favorite fireworks picture ever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:11 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:11 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Gina and I had a quiet 4th of July at home. She grilled sausage, peppers and onions - I squeezed lemonade - we wandered down to the waterfront and watched the spectacle.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:40 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:40 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, July 04, 2009
