two posts in a weekend bet you think that's pretty clever

doncha boy?

today was a two movie day. i went out with a few work people and watched little miss sunshine and then the beat that my heart skipped on dvd. little miss sunshine seemed a little glib. and the beat that my heart skipped kept skipping. fitting. it's been a real concert pianist weekend.

who even somewhat associates early radiohead with trainspotting? i'm pretty sure that there weren't any radiohead tracks on the trainspotting cd, and yet they seem pretty obviously bound up together.

who objects to smelling like delicious food? agreed, it's not very subtle. but uncontrovertibly delicious.

a word that i wasn't quite sure about but "knew" in a dream: obviate.

i'd like to say this will be a pivotal week, but knowing me, it'll all end in tears, i know it.

anthropomorphosis

watching flip that house. too late i realized that i should have auctioned off a week's worth of custom-made fruit smoothies for the heart association. oh, i have a true gift.

trying my darnedest at work. i'm really happy with my project these days, so that helps to make every day a little more interesting.

what can i say about the next couple of weeks? i have some goals that i am trying to achieve. this will take some serious discipline and self-reflection. wish me luck because i'm going to need it! at the same time, though, i need to rein in my tendencies to think 10 steps in advance.

finally bought my ld tuttle trix sandals at zoe, but of course they don't fit my feet properly, and i tromped all over the heels last night. my sad, sad shoes.

last night those uncomfortable shoes and a very generous cabbie took me to the frying pan and a couple of new NYC apartments. so much fun. flip that house.

sunday morning sloth

yesterday i was a real trooper and trouped up to ny to have brunch with friends from study abroad in lyon. i highly recommend norma's if you happen to have an extra $30 and some hungry friends around on a weekend morning. so lovely!

note: more brunch places should offer 1/2 sweet 1/2 savory combos. who can really chomp their way through an entire deluxe brunch sized portion of belgian waffle without their palate screaming out for saltiness? or (and this is slightly different) eat an entire omelette without once jealously eyeing the berry-strewn french toast of your companion?

oh, and some pony-tailed photog was snapping our pics for some issue of time out ny. fun! will have to look out for that one.

then got absurdly-cheap-because-it's-NY mani-pedis. then swung by the boys' place to pick up my toiletries which i had left there two weeks ago, and then off to penn station again! seriously, i love/hate penn station, which is why all the news of whether it's going to be renovated, and how, is very personally relevant for me.

then came home on the magical NJtransit express, ate at fedora cafe, then marvelled at media access until it was time to sleep.

levar burton

you taught me so much!

i'm only specifically referring to the episode of reading rainbow where you see a clip of a hippopotamus walking across the veldt accompanied by a clip of funny ... then scary ... then dramatic music.

that weird saw-as-instrument music that only starts playing in season six of sex in the city at crucial moments of tension. where are my crucial moments of tension?

this weekend was pretty fun - we saw the rentals play at irving plaza which was sweaty stompy fun. and then an armenian violinist whose name is chronically difficult to remember. and then my favorite thing ever.

riding back on NJ Transit in the dead of night with all the other deflated revelers.

no, really ... my favorite thing.

Wallspiration

sunday nights

such a lovely feeling to sunday nights. even though of course it's the end of the weekend, it's the only time that i can sit down and wrap up e-mails (or not), finish up the work i was supposed to do (or not), and listen to the crickets and cicadas chirping through the dark night outside.

for the past week or so i haven't felt too well so i'm turning to my old placebos lemon water and homemade smoothies...i love the sense of an elixir.

i've been thinking about what to put here that would make it more of a project for me. any suggestions?

"as in,"
Logbook of a Compulsive Shopper

seriously, because do i do anything else?

self-caricature

suggestion: project runway drinking game! take a shot every time tim gunn GRATUITOUSLY bids the contestants to "make it work" or "carry on". so much more adorable before it got totally red-lobsterized into mannerism.

really boring to say, but these days i'm just trying to get my shit together. sometimes i do feel like a (albeit) slowly whirling dervish and can't see my way straight to what it is that i can do or where it is i'm going.