big mouth

"Have you seen 'Napoleon Dynamite'? I mean, have you ever heard of a movie called 'Napoleon Dynamite'?"

Um, no, art-school-student-with-your-shocking-purple-eye-shadow and your UWS-cronie-who-pocketed-my-matches. (Yes, I saw you.) Never even heard of it!

("Google? I've heard of that!")

Attended the birthday party at Rope tonight and my peanut butter Bundt cake with chocolate chips came off without a hitch. The entire bar sang to Garett on his 28th. Good times. Tom and I discussed how Knitting Club will, from here on out, be more stitch and less bitch. Mindi and I discussed the pinata at Gold Scorpio. Paul liked the cake, even if he doesn't like baked goods. (Really? Who doesn't like baked goods?) Josh took some photos that I'll get around to uploading eventually.

My apartment smells like a bakery.

Time for bed. By "bed" I mean, time to watch some Netflix.

Thank you, Porkchop-Colleen-Josh-Mindi, for getting me to the F train via cab, even if you had to squeeze four in the backseat. Did I mention I hate the G train?

Zzz.

...

me: tom thinks i'm single because all i do is hang out with dudes.

Josh: that doesn't make sense

me: i think he means that me hanging out with dudes makes me unapproachable in social settings.

Josh: prob
a guy would have real balls to enter that ring of fire

me: seriously.
but it's a good vetting process.
if he can get through hanging out with you fools, he can get through dating me. maybe.

Josh: if you have patience
might take u a while to find a man with those kind of balls in this city

me: yeah, i think you're right.

strange days indeed

Thanks to FutureMe, I received an email from my 29 year-old self two days ago. At the time of its writing, I was packing up my belongings in the city, ready to spend a month with my mom, not sure what the year ahead would bring. Dealing with my feelings for J. Possessing all (or most) of the same neuroses that I do today.

Thanksgiving was what it was. A lot of loud, country people yelling at the dinner table, ending with a stuffed belly. Not sure if going back there will ever be a necessity. SM was a lifesaver, even if she didn't realize it.

I flew back Saturday night and headed straight to Scarny's for Sweaters Wide Shut. Good times, pictures here. Appearances were made by KM, Josh, Paul, Garett, Tom, and others. Ended at Brother Jimmy's and Green Kitchen. No more disco fries ever, please.

A portion of yesterday was spent on a couch at the Tea Lounge knitting with Tom. Working on a cable knit hat, but for whom, I do not know.

sneaking out

Josh: where the fuck have you been!?!?!??!
me: hahahahahaha
you miss me already!
fool.
Josh: DUDE
me: DUDE
Josh: where the fuck r u
me: knoxville, yo
Josh: you didnt tell any of us

Seriously, though, I told them I was going to Tennessee.

I mean, I think I did.

Maybe I didn't.

Maybe I really did inadvertently sneak outta town.

Who knows?

Anyhow, it's hot as shit down here.

ay bay bay

Had to stay in transit on Friday, rather than sit around the apartment waiting for things to begin. Slipped on new boots, headed to the UES, grabbed Scarny, and off we headed to the outer regions of god-knows-where (actually, Williamsburg) for ever-so-slightly-B&T party with Josh, Porkchop, Colleen. Dipped into salsa club. Finished things off with lattes at Rosemary's.

Woke up feeling amazing! (Lack of a hangover will do that for you, no?)

Met KM & Scarny for lunch at Curly's and then shopped until my credit card burst into flames. Acquired new coats (puffer, wool). I am now ready for winter. (Apparently we have skipped the season of autumn.)

Hopped train to Josh's and sat around for hours waiting for him to make a decision, one way or the other, as to if he would be attending Gold Scorpio party in Bed-Stuy. Yes. No. Yes. No. I finally jumped into a cab (after running into Porkchop and Colleen on the street), headed to Fort Greene, and off we headed to the frat-meets-Pratt party. Talked to college senior about his dreams. Paul arrived. Hugged on M & L. Ended night attempting to play Guitar Hero.

Woke up feeling amazing! (Lack of bad decision-making will do that for you, no?)

Met Scarny for brunch at La Palapa. Waited to hear from Paul as to whether or not football party was on. Yes. No. Yes. No. Finally hopped train to UES, worked on Facebook event invite for Sweaters Wide Shut, headed home, and fell exhausted into my welcoming bed.

thx

In the vein of this, I'm currently enjoying and/or thankful for the following:

Brunch Club
Book Club
Holding hands with strangers
Co-mingling
Free therapy
The color black
The F train arriving as I descend the stairs
The man behind the counter at the gas station
The <3 on Gchat
A hunk of brie in my fridge
Apologies
Being known as a proficient Googler
The scent of winter
txt msgs
Unexpected party guests
Unexpected party invitations
A clear head
Freshly painted toenails
Ira Glass
Trips into the city at 5pm
Wool coats
Stuffed pumpkins
Dance class
Bread baking
Acronyms
Potential Knitting Club
American Apparel short shorts
Puffy omelets
"You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" by the Beatles
Acquiring a nickname
Hoodies without hot dogs in them
Lipstick that never comes off
Discovering our New York Knicks (Marbury drama included)
Removing names from my cell phone directory

foodies

Thanksgiving is a week away and for people who are passionate about food (ahem, myself), it's an exciting time. My holiday will be even more special this year, as I'll be able to spend it with my dad (whom I haven't seen since our trip to Kiawah last summer) and with special-guest-from-the-ATL, SM! She and I have been discussing what we'll contribute to the dinner table.

We're currently batting around the idea of making Brussels sprouts, shredded and tossed with caramelized onions and hazelnuts (a KM family recipe -- thank you, KM). We're also thinking an apple pie, perhaps -- and I think I'd like to make an upside-down cranberry pear cake. (I'm a sucker for the thrill of turning out a cake onto a platter and the potential disaster that can occur -- but never has.) Finally, we're in the mood for a dish that incorporates roasted apples, candied walnuts, and some type of squash (butternut, acorn, pumpkin).

Any ideas? And what will you be eating?

shorn

Not to get all Live Journal on your ass, but I've been having one of those weeks of self-reflection, have made some changes, some decisions, blah blah blah. In that spirit, I lopped off a foot of hair from the back of my head last night, and nine inches in the front.

I sorta resemble myself circa 2000.

It was simultaneously liberating and scary. I thought about all that time I had spent growing my hair and all that I had done and seen and said and thought in that time -- and then, in an instant, it was just lying there. On the ground. Being swept up.

crank dat

I'm, like, a season late on this (as with everything) but I'm gonna practice my shit and bring it out to the clubs in the LES and W'burg this weekend.



Scarny, are you with me?

Remember when I was gonna start up that Fly Girl-esque dance troupe back in Athens?

champz

Who knew? I actually won the college football pick'em this week. Not that it means anything monetarily, but I win $26 and it's a nice surprise!

cost-benefit analysis

Friday I was planning to cook and relax and spend time by myself but, wouldn't you know it? Before I could say I-need-to-detox, I was on a train to the East Village for drinks with Josh, and then to Crif Dogs, and then to B-Side where we were joined by T.Rich & Co. and Scarny and a room full of toilet paper and ended at a diner eating omelets and disco fries.

The following morning was spent watching episodes of "Undeclared" with Josh and eating leftover disco fries. Gross.

Cooked Saturday afternoon (five dishes: black bean chili dip, smashed white bean dip with truffle oil, berry oat squares, curried cranberry couscous salad, almond-stuffed figs wrapped in vegan bacon). Entertained. (Guests included Porkchop and Colleen and Karen with delicious black bean cakes, KM with a spinach phyllo dish, T.Rich & Co. with olives, hummus, cheese, crackers, Scarny with wine, Tom with spiked cider, Josh with lasagna...) Got shut down by roommate at 11pm. Stressed. Headed to Commonwealth with the crew. Attended after-party. Slept on a pull-out couch with three (!) others.

Woke up to breakfast of bacon and eggs.

Watched the game on Sunday with Josh and ordered Indian food and talked and realized that I NEED TO SLOW DOWN. This ain't college anymore, kids.

tapped out

After three years and many plays of the Jackson 5's "Can You Feel It", it may be time to invest in another iPod. Mine now holds a mere 50 minutes of charge on the battery. (Just long enough for the daily commute.)

Or should I perhaps just purchase another battery? Install it myself? Though the thought of opening my iPod and tinkering inside causes me some anxiety, if Katha Pollitt can learn to drive late in life, I think I can teach myself to fix this piece of tin.

sizzle

Bacon.

Also known as a gateway drug.

Do I dare bake it into cupcakes for my small (yet charming) omnivorous potluck on Saturday?

Vote in the sidebar, s'il te plait.

look, my motto is: don't be a dumb bitch

Well, today sucked.

googlism

jbd is the ownership of buffers
jbd is elevated behind my aircraft
jbd is the journaling layer
jbd is not obligated to me in any way with respect to my submission
jbd is carried out by committees
jbd is water cooled to prevent the extreme heat for the exhaust from melting its surface
jbd is up and afterburners lit
jbd is operated remotely and people stay clear of it
jbd is given the appropriate opportunities to manage the journal
jbd is in this upright position
jbd is not playing
jbd is now available in more than just english
jbd is an amazon
jbd is the jet blast deflector
jbd is a rich cheapskate
jbd is the unit
jbd is a good template for this program
jbd is a module
jbd is clear for vertical launch
jbd is on fire
jbd is defined as being
jbd is broken
jbd is the cause
jbd is simply a fat porky son of a bitch greaseball that thinks he's god's gift
jbd is an organic system for which interface between systems is key
jbd is raised or lowered
jbd is in order
jbd is smaller
jbd is not contagious
jbd is greater than
jbd is right along side him
jbd is right

Try it here.

gyc in nyt

The closing of GYC gets a shout-out in the New York Times (and you can just barely make out Josh, Paul, and Tom in that sub-par picture) -- but no mention of our marathon. I mean, hello? That's real human interest!

I guess Josh really should have butted in when the writer was interviewing the girl next to us.

aidez-moi!

I'm addicted to Facebook.

tugging away at the heartstrings

me: let me tell you the best part of my day so far

Scarny: tell!

me: i went to a GAS STATION for coffee
aaaand

Scarny: how?

me: not only was it amazingly delicious pumpkin spice coffee
BUT

Scarny: is there a gas station?

me: i got 24 ounces of it for...
99 MUTHAFUCKIN CENTS
gas station on ft. hamilton pkwy on my walk to work
my new fave coffee joint, yo

Scarny: WOW
that's tres impressive
how is the coffee?

me: mmmmmm
pumpkin spice! my fave!

Scarny: at a gas station??
wow

me: it was so good, i think i'm going to blog this chat right NOW.

the all-day tab

I honestly think I've gained about ten pounds overnight thanks to a marathon GYC outing.



It's time to get my ass in gear, stop drinking myself silly, start subsisting on sugar-free Jell-O and bottled water, and go to the gym more than once a week.



Yesterday was GYC Last Day; our bar will sadly be closed until Spring 2008.



Josh, Paul, Porkchop, Colleen, Tom, TRich, Noreen, and I bundled up and paced ourselves, played Connect Four and Gin Rummy, cut the fingers off of our gloves, rallied 'round the fire, ate roasted marshmallows, swooned over the owner, and watched people come and go.



We also watched Paul make that face at least a thousand times.



More fun times here!

home sweet home

Polls are closed -- and thank you to the 16 people who voted on my future. I guess I'll stay in Brooklyn for another month or so. Or maybe I'll reassess in the '08. I'm flexible.

drop and gimme twenty

God, we are hot.



More pictures here.

the truth

me: call an undertaker.

friend: omg i am on gchat?!?!
fuck
what the fuck happened omg

me: are you still drunk?

friend: how did last nite get so crazy?
yes
i'm all hungover sorta
maybe drunk
it's making me anxious

me: i am eating a sandwich as big as my face.

friend: i thought it was sunday!
GOOD
where can i get a sandwich as big as my face?

me: at an italian joint.
omg
last night was fucking off-the-hook insanity.

friend: yea
how did that happen?

me: two words:
SANGRIA FOUNTAIN

yawn

Halloween pictures are forthcoming, and boy, do I have a lot of 'em around 40 that came out well. It's quite a smart idea to give your camera to your friends while at a party; you can enjoy yourself and they can document you doing so.

Started night off at Josh & KM's place (sans KM, as she was in Bushwick). Josh decided, after seeing my costume and apparently being overwhelmed with inspiration, to also be a gym teacher. Went to GYC (Justin-the-bartender dressed as the GYC bathroom wall, an idea I had given to Josh many weeks back) with the boys for a pitcher. Met Scarny on the corner of Lorimer and Metropolitan. Drank a beer at Alligator and ate half a free pizza. Watched Scarny play Buck Hunter. Went to party. Danced danced danced. Drank from the sangria fountain. Witnessed many a make out. Somehow got to work only 18 minutes late.

Other stuff happened -- but, whatever.

Oh, dude, I need a bagel and two Excedrin.