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today is my birthday, and as far as birthdays go, it couldn’t get much better than sharing your “escape from the womb day” with the dalai lama, george w. bush, and the valerie plame leak scandal.
those of you who (out of kindness, pity or a mixture of the two) rss feed this blog, know that it’s been quiet […]
Overheard on the way to the work, at the corner of Vesey and Broadway in the midst of a light rainstorm:
Street Vendor selling umbrellas: Get ‘em now. Get ‘em now. They’re only going to get more expensive the harder it rains.
maybe it was my knee-jerk feminist leanings, or maybe it was the propaganda on video games i’d been subjected to since my mom banned DuckHunt from the house, but either way, by the time it was released, i’d decided that i was anti-Grand Theft Auto IV.
but sometimes, you get so wrapped up in an identity or a cause, […]
so it’s not like i have a ton of stuff to do everyday, so one of my resurrected hobbies is wooting. along with dealnews, i’ve taken to checking it when i get to work at 7:30 every morning, and seeing the deal of the day. i’d never actually bought anything, until a week ago, when […]
i’ve developed two new vices in the last few months: serialized gay television [read: the L Word] and the liberal radio [read: NPR and WNYC].
but this is no casual tuning into showtime or listening to WBRU on the way to pick up groceries, these have turned into borderline part time jobs.
almost every night, i come home, sit down […]
walking home from work last night, i noticed a homemade bumper sticker on a truck parked next to the world trade center construction site:
now this franco-phobic truck driver was so impassioned about the country (i assume) of france, that s/he felt it necessary to emblazon their bumper with a death threat, just in case the country […]
i finger the buttons of my skirt, situated at the small of my back, as i get off the train, undoing them one by one. climbing the stairs as my coat bunches in the crook of my elbow, swept back from my torso and i unlace myself, so to speak. those behind me say […]
so yesterday afternoon, sometime after jon left to go back to boston, i opened my laptop to check my email. to my surprise (and joy!) there was a comment from a stranger on my blog (this means people besides my boyfriend and my mom have me on their rss feeds!)
except then it wasn’t so nice.
“Get […]
tonight, as i walked down the sidewalk, evening spring breeze blowing through my hair on the way to pick up my laundry, i started to think about my ovaries. nothing in particular, just you know, about them. how they were doing, if they’re going to work when i need them to work, whether […]
the internet just gave me the most wonderful present.
finally an independent organization that asks the important questions of today’s celebrities, or really just one important question:
who would win in a fight?
a minotaur armed with a trident or a centaur armed with a crossbow?
here, they interview the cast of the wire to find out the answer […]