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amy
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mark mckinney
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andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
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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american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Sometime over the summer I lost my black trenchcoat. I am quite upset about it.
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, September 27, 2009
I'm very protective of my weekends. I need time to sleep in and do nothing for long stretches of time.
I did that today, all right. I knew I had to clean out the turtle tank and clean my bathroom, but I woke up at 1, did not make coffee, and suffered the consequences of that decision all day by doing little more than dozing.
The turtle tank and bathroom didn't get clean until 8 pm.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:04 PM | shower me with attention
I did that today, all right. I knew I had to clean out the turtle tank and clean my bathroom, but I woke up at 1, did not make coffee, and suffered the consequences of that decision all day by doing little more than dozing.
The turtle tank and bathroom didn't get clean until 8 pm.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:04 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Life is full of confusion and indecision. Situations you'd never thought you'd be in suddenly arise and you're living soap operas and watching your life as if it were on tv, waiting for the commercial break.
So I'll think about how I'm going to go to Portland next week and visit Erin. I've never been to Oregon before.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:22 PM | shower me with attention
So I'll think about how I'm going to go to Portland next week and visit Erin. I've never been to Oregon before.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:22 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Every time I'm in a women's plus-size department or clothing store I think of this sketch.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:41 PM | shower me with attention
This work of art is a hand-crafted sugar cookie by Crystal of Tasty Morsels Bakery. It is almost - but not quite - too beautiful to eat!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:43 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:43 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, September 17, 2009
My dear old dad is 72 years old today.
Happy birthday, you lovable old wacko, you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:41 AM | shower me with attention
Happy birthday, you lovable old wacko, you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:41 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I (heart) Mark McKinney.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:28 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:28 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Today I went to the first birthday party of my friend, Dylan. It was quite an affair - I wore an Elmo birthday hat throughout.
My cell phone camera seriously sucks, but I love the timing of this photo. Best pictures of Daniella, ever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 PM | shower me with attention
My cell phone camera seriously sucks, but I love the timing of this photo. Best pictures of Daniella, ever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
At 8:45, I got out of the subway on Rector Street. I was listening to "Midnight Radio" from Hedwig on my headphones, and the paper raining down from the sky looked like a ticker-tape parade. Businessmen and women were stopping on the street and staring at the sky; we didn't have a clear view of the World Trade Center. All we saw was that some of the paper was burning.
On Wall Street, at the cart where I bought my coffee, the woman next to me said that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers. Everyone within hearing was shocked. I rode the elevator up to the 35th floor on 60 Wall Street and found my entire office gathered at the big windows with the unobstructed view of the Twin Towers right across the way.
I didn't see the black hole and the flames at first. I was shaking, I had my hands over my mouth. I tried to call home but Kirsten was still asleep. I went back to the window and that's when the second plane came crashing into the second tower. I saw it.
It was unreal. I thought I was watching it on television. I thought the glass window in front of me was a television screen.
A woman screamed. Everyone ran for the elevators. We were scared to be so high up. "I didn't just see that, I didn't just see that," I kept saying. I felt actually scared for my life. I'd never felt that before. We didn't know what was happening; planes were crashing into tall buildings and we were on a high floor.
We crowded into the elevator, rode down into the lobby. People were milling around looking terrified. I didn't know where to go or what to do. A woman in my office, Alex-- the woman for whom I did computer graveyard inventory the first day-- saw me crying and told me to come home with her. She lived in Hoboken. We didn't know then that everything was closed down. I followed her down to the river because I didn't know what to do. I didn't feel awake. There were people on the streets just standing, staring, crying. We started walking uptown, away from the buildings, next to the river.
I really wish I had worn socks today.
After the first hour or so the pain of my mostly unused leg muscles went away and I could walk without feeling it. Everyone was walking uptown, just trying to get away. We started picking up people like the fucking Wizard of Oz. A man named Richard joined our party. His cell phone seemed to work sporadically and Alex and I managed to get in touch with enough people so that there wouldn't be heart attacks. Richard lived in Queens and wanted to get home to the baby he was helping raise. He was extremely comforting. I'm glad he was with us.
We stopped at a park to rest and met a scared young man from Japan who was fruitlessly asking people for their cell phones so he could try and call Tokyo. He was unsuccessful and was sitting on a park bench a few blocks from us staring into space. We asked him to join us. We wanted to get somewhere safe. We didn't know what to think, were afraid of things in the air and wanted to stay by the river where the air was fresher. I was thirsty but Alex suggested I not drink the water in the park fountain. We didn't know what to be afraid of, so we were afraid of everything. When military planes flew overhead we all froze and stared up until they were gone. We decided to head for the 59th street bridge and walk across, being sure to get enough inward so that we wouldn't be walking too close to the United Nations.
I've never seen anything like the mass of people walking through the streets, all in the same direction. We passed by a hospital and saw an enormous line. We bought enormous bottles of water to drink. We passed through the neighbourhood of Goose and Matt's school and I hoped they were together and okay.
Alex finally reached her sister on the phone. We all exchanged phone numbers, and she and the Japanese businessman went to meet her at 34th street. Richard and I walked the rest of the way. The scene at the 59 St. Bridge was like something out of a movie about WW II. There was an unbelievable mass of people moving across the bridge. We had to climb over cement guardrails to get to the path. We walked next to slow-moving cars and trucks. I began to feel my feet. And it was really, really stupid of me to wear a skirt today. (Any woman with big thighs knows what I mean about that. It began to hurt worse than my feet.)
Queens was a mess. Richard and I picked through the crowd and moved down Crescent Avenue. There were people standing outside their buildings passing out cups of ice water to the walkers.
Richard and I hugged goodbye with promises to call tonight and make sure everyone was okay. The walk from 36th avenue to Roosevelt Island to my building was the longest walk of my life. It was more of a limp, actually.
We started walking away from Wall Street at 9:15. I got home shortly after 1.
You don't want to see my feet right now. Why didn't I wear SOCKS today?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:13 PM | shower me with attention (or not)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:17 AM | shower me with attention
At 8:45, I got out of the subway on Rector Street. I was listening to "Midnight Radio" from Hedwig on my headphones, and the paper raining down from the sky looked like a ticker-tape parade. Businessmen and women were stopping on the street and staring at the sky; we didn't have a clear view of the World Trade Center. All we saw was that some of the paper was burning.
On Wall Street, at the cart where I bought my coffee, the woman next to me said that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers. Everyone within hearing was shocked. I rode the elevator up to the 35th floor on 60 Wall Street and found my entire office gathered at the big windows with the unobstructed view of the Twin Towers right across the way.
I didn't see the black hole and the flames at first. I was shaking, I had my hands over my mouth. I tried to call home but Kirsten was still asleep. I went back to the window and that's when the second plane came crashing into the second tower. I saw it.
It was unreal. I thought I was watching it on television. I thought the glass window in front of me was a television screen.
A woman screamed. Everyone ran for the elevators. We were scared to be so high up. "I didn't just see that, I didn't just see that," I kept saying. I felt actually scared for my life. I'd never felt that before. We didn't know what was happening; planes were crashing into tall buildings and we were on a high floor.
We crowded into the elevator, rode down into the lobby. People were milling around looking terrified. I didn't know where to go or what to do. A woman in my office, Alex-- the woman for whom I did computer graveyard inventory the first day-- saw me crying and told me to come home with her. She lived in Hoboken. We didn't know then that everything was closed down. I followed her down to the river because I didn't know what to do. I didn't feel awake. There were people on the streets just standing, staring, crying. We started walking uptown, away from the buildings, next to the river.
I really wish I had worn socks today.
After the first hour or so the pain of my mostly unused leg muscles went away and I could walk without feeling it. Everyone was walking uptown, just trying to get away. We started picking up people like the fucking Wizard of Oz. A man named Richard joined our party. His cell phone seemed to work sporadically and Alex and I managed to get in touch with enough people so that there wouldn't be heart attacks. Richard lived in Queens and wanted to get home to the baby he was helping raise. He was extremely comforting. I'm glad he was with us.
We stopped at a park to rest and met a scared young man from Japan who was fruitlessly asking people for their cell phones so he could try and call Tokyo. He was unsuccessful and was sitting on a park bench a few blocks from us staring into space. We asked him to join us. We wanted to get somewhere safe. We didn't know what to think, were afraid of things in the air and wanted to stay by the river where the air was fresher. I was thirsty but Alex suggested I not drink the water in the park fountain. We didn't know what to be afraid of, so we were afraid of everything. When military planes flew overhead we all froze and stared up until they were gone. We decided to head for the 59th street bridge and walk across, being sure to get enough inward so that we wouldn't be walking too close to the United Nations.
I've never seen anything like the mass of people walking through the streets, all in the same direction. We passed by a hospital and saw an enormous line. We bought enormous bottles of water to drink. We passed through the neighbourhood of Goose and Matt's school and I hoped they were together and okay.
Alex finally reached her sister on the phone. We all exchanged phone numbers, and she and the Japanese businessman went to meet her at 34th street. Richard and I walked the rest of the way. The scene at the 59 St. Bridge was like something out of a movie about WW II. There was an unbelievable mass of people moving across the bridge. We had to climb over cement guardrails to get to the path. We walked next to slow-moving cars and trucks. I began to feel my feet. And it was really, really stupid of me to wear a skirt today. (Any woman with big thighs knows what I mean about that. It began to hurt worse than my feet.)
Queens was a mess. Richard and I picked through the crowd and moved down Crescent Avenue. There were people standing outside their buildings passing out cups of ice water to the walkers.
Richard and I hugged goodbye with promises to call tonight and make sure everyone was okay. The walk from 36th avenue to Roosevelt Island to my building was the longest walk of my life. It was more of a limp, actually.
We started walking away from Wall Street at 9:15. I got home shortly after 1.
You don't want to see my feet right now. Why didn't I wear SOCKS today?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:13 PM | shower me with attention (or not)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:17 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The funniest thing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:58 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:58 PM | shower me with attention
Scott is jealous of Mark's and my consultations!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:40 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:40 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
I did that. (And that.)
So that sums up my meager accomplishments for the day. More impressive are my sister's; she had her first full day in the classroom of D75 kids:
District 75 provides citywide educational, vocational, and behavior support programs for students who are on the autism spectrum, severely emotionally challenged, and/or multiply disabled.
She had to 'familiarize herself with the injury compensation forms' and was given lots of scary warnings about how the kids may, and probably will, try to hurt her and she's not allowed to defend herself, just to get out of the way.
It's frightening. My sis is 5-foot-zero and weighs about 100 pounds. These are 16-year-old kids, some of whom are bigger than she is, and emotionally disturbed, and unpredictable. She's going to teach them cooking. In a kitchen. With knives.
I'm proud of her, though. She's muddled and unsettled and unsure now, but it's day one. I think she's going to be brilliant at this, I raelly do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:53 PM | shower me with attention
So that sums up my meager accomplishments for the day. More impressive are my sister's; she had her first full day in the classroom of D75 kids:
District 75 provides citywide educational, vocational, and behavior support programs for students who are on the autism spectrum, severely emotionally challenged, and/or multiply disabled.
She had to 'familiarize herself with the injury compensation forms' and was given lots of scary warnings about how the kids may, and probably will, try to hurt her and she's not allowed to defend herself, just to get out of the way.
It's frightening. My sis is 5-foot-zero and weighs about 100 pounds. These are 16-year-old kids, some of whom are bigger than she is, and emotionally disturbed, and unpredictable. She's going to teach them cooking. In a kitchen. With knives.
I'm proud of her, though. She's muddled and unsettled and unsure now, but it's day one. I think she's going to be brilliant at this, I raelly do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:53 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
I sent Foley a message on Facebook about how he needs to start tweeting and using the Facebook page, and the next day he tweeted like 6 times and then snuck onto the Facebook page and left an "anonymous" message.
Small bits of happiness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:20 PM | shower me with attention
Small bits of happiness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:20 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, September 07, 2009
It occurred to me when I was out bowling on Saturday night that whenever I am out with people roughly my own age - drinking, bowling, karaoke-ing, or whatever else the young people do these days - part of me feels a fraud. Even if I'm with people I'm close with. I feel like I'm play-acting, pretending to be a normal "young person" who does stuff like go out with friends.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:45 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:45 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Uncle Tom sent me a mess more of photos, which I've added to the collection. This one is a classic. There exists one, taken moments before, of the four of us facing forward and smiling nicely for the camera. The next instant, we were bent over stealing coins out of the fountain. Rotten, white-trash kids, we were. This was taken at Disney's Caribbean Beach Resort in 1989, during our last vacation with the Byros.
I went to a birthday celebration of a work friend tonight. Did you know there's a bowling alley in the Port Authority Bus Terminal?
Before that, saw Ponyo, which was magical and beautiful and wondrous. I don't understand the people who said they couldn't follow what was happening. It was a very simple fairy tale, easy as pie to follow. Every child in the theatre laughed with delight throughout. And some of us oldies, too.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:02 AM | shower me with attention
I went to a birthday celebration of a work friend tonight. Did you know there's a bowling alley in the Port Authority Bus Terminal?
Before that, saw Ponyo, which was magical and beautiful and wondrous. I don't understand the people who said they couldn't follow what was happening. It was a very simple fairy tale, easy as pie to follow. Every child in the theatre laughed with delight throughout. And some of us oldies, too.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:02 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Uncle Tom sent a new batch for my collection - more pictures I'd never seen before. These are all from around the Byro's farmhouse in Jeffersonville, NY. Good memories of that place.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:05 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:05 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, September 04, 2009
Aunt Barbara sent me a few more pictures for my growing collection. I've never seen these most recent ones before.
I wonder what Mom aws thinking in this picture. Or where this was taken.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 PM | shower me with attention
I wonder what Mom aws thinking in this picture. Or where this was taken.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 PM | shower me with attention
More photos added to the album - and THIS! 1983 park ticket! I'm going to scan the back. In 1983, a 3-day child's park-hopper cost $25.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:33 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:33 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Happy birthday to my friend Sarah.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:08 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:08 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
