“It’s kind of complicated, so try to follow along. I’m 32 of 56 children. And when I married Roman, I became my own stepgrandma because my father married Roman’s daughter Bailene. So, little Josie, that makes you my stepgrandma and I’m your stepmom. And when I had Alby, he became my great-uncle and I became his great-great-grandmother. Which, of course, makes me my own grandmother.”
damn the court
June 25, 2007 at 11:25 am (new yorker, people who suck)
So I was dismayed when I read “Five to Four” yesterday.
And then this happened.
The world is getting to be even darker.
is nyc superior to philly?
June 25, 2007 at 10:05 am (noise)
Bet your bottom dollar it is. Here’s just one of many reasons.
Yes, I’ve lived in both cities.
shrinky dink
June 19, 2007 at 3:27 pm (new yorker, novelty)
For the last couple of years, I have mentioned that Americans are shrinking. Of course, everyone thinks, “This cannot be.” I was referring in particular to an article that appeared in The New Yorker three years ago on shrinking Americans.
Now Krugman’s talking about it. Must be true!
et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis
June 11, 2007 at 9:16 pm (inadequately endowed, mpw, vehicles, why I hate noise)
I still don’t exactly FEEL that way, after this weekend, but it’s totally stuck in my head. And it’s a nice sentiment, after all. (And peace on earth and goodwill towards men.)
I wanted to see if anyone else had that as a blog entry title, and I found a cool blog: at first glance it appears this person not only has good politics but enjoys good music as well.
The performance went well. I have my eyes out for a review sometime this week. A couple of weeks ago I was determined not to invite anyone because I was convinced the chorus was going to mess it up badly, but it all came together OK.
I had a couple of pseudo-blonde moments this week. First, when I went back to get food out of the freezer, etc., on Thursday, I accidentally left out two entire bagsful of frozen food. That sat out for eight hours, until I got back from rehearsal. Then, on Friday after work, I rented a pickup truck from the car share and forgot to put up the gate and so I lost my tool box. (I lost my Indian drum!)
It didn’t have tools in it per say, but it had all my hardware in it (nails, etc.) and also had parts for putting shelves together. I discovered it had gone missing and immediately drove back the way I’d come to see if I could spot it (the total distance was *six blocks*). The lady working at the door of my building that night told me, “Honey, this is Philadelphia. Sure someone would take a bunch of nails within minutes.” And I must have lost another bag of groceries because I can’t find some thing. Oh, well. I hope that Pier One can send me more parts or that they’re somehow standard things.
The apartment is OK. I haven’t even started to unpack owing mainly to hardware and supplies that I will undoubtedly have to rent a car to drive to a hardware store and get. There is a hardware store I walk to but they don’t have a lot of stuff. Noise is better in this building, although the street behind me seems to be a favorite drag for motorcyclists with modified after-market tailpipes. Those, of course, you can hear from miles away. My coworker and I joked that we need to figure out a way for the community to have a universal sign that they can flash to motorcyclists to let them know that they’re advertising that they have a “small” problem. Also, it’s not just motorcycles we’re hearing nowadays: it’s also cars. Cars with motorcycle tailpipes. How unbelievably lame are people ultimately going to become?
Tonight, Sebethis and Rachel and I went to Red Lobster and Target. They are the two most entertaining people on the planet and even more so when they’re together. I think they need to get their show on the road and get FAMOUS. Naturally, looking at the toy section at Target took at least half an hour. Shoes maybe another half hour.
One of the guards was checking out a novel in PPL today and I realized it was the David Morrell book I proofread. It was actually rather entertaining.
MPW (aka Mary Polly Wimberley) is doing quite well, thank you very much. She was staying at Sandie’s for the past week, with another cat and a dog. The dog traumatized her, although the dog is literally the sweetest dog on the planet and she adores cats. I think MPW was traumatized by life on the streets in West Philly, however. So I was all concerned that she was going to flip out readjusting to a new place and scratch me and whatnot. So far so good though. She sleeps on my bed and stretches ALL the way out (no sign of feeling defensive). She eats like a piglet. I keep her litter box in one of the closets of my bedroom and her food and water there: I figured I would isolate her in there during the day for a couple of weeks and then eventually move the litter box to the closet in the front hallway. It really is a dream having five closets, let me tell you.
The only problem with MPW so far is that she is not yet used to my schedule. She would very much like to play in the middle of the night. But she’s good about it and not demanding at all. But if I get up to pee or anything in the middle of the night, she’s right there, ready to play. Hopefully she’ll get used to leaving me alone at night. For the most part, she sits on my bed during the night. She also likes to look out the window.
completely dead animal
June 9, 2007 at 7:30 pm (Uncategorized)
So I am about to finish the most stressful week of the calendar year. At least I hope none get worse than this one.
We had rehearsals all week for the Mass in B minor. In addition to that, I moved. The first extra rehearsal was Tuesday night. The movers came on Thursday morning. Then I went back to the old apartment to move groceries, etc. Then the Comcast guy was scheduled to come so I had to sit around for a couple of hours for that. Then I had rehearsal Thursday night. Friday I worked. Needless to say, I had to take a last-minute vacation day on Wednesday (in addition to Thursday) just to pack. After work on Friday my boss and I went to our coworker’s house to pick up the cat I adopted. I took her to my new apartment, shut her in my room with a litter box and food, etc., and then had to go back to the old apt. to move boxes out of the basement and to a storage space, and then clean. That took about six hours. I finished at 12 AM this morning. Then we had rehearsal again all morning this morning.
I was on my feet for twelve solid hours on Thursday and close to that on Friday. This will all culminate in our performance tomorrow afternoon, during which we have to stand the entire time in no air conditioning with hot stage lights on us. In white tie attire. Singing arguably the most difficult choral work ever written.
Horribly stressful and exhausting week? Oh, yes.
For those of you who are not chronically single like I am, thank your lucky, lucky stars that you don’t have to go through this shit all. by. yourself. I hope to God that when I move again I will be in a relationship with someone who can at least console me while I’m going through this. Or help move a few boxes. Do I resent couples right now? Yup.
