hurrah indeed. i love paddington.
me last summer. my veggie shirt is one positive outcome of my relationship with dave. he got it for me at some dorky comic-con. i think this pic ran in a japanese newspaper. it was staged in the alleyway behind my office. stop the dolphin laughter. oops.
sad baby elephant in a zoo. but cute.
some stuff. on a cat.
a vegan ice cream “cat” cake my coworker made for my 23rd bday. my hands. some wishes.
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: more stuff from my mixed up files, things i liked in 2006
oh, autism
Urville, the capital of a large island province, has a population of nearly 12 million, making it the one of the most significant cities in Europe. It is also entirely imaginary.
Gilles Tréhin, an autistic man with exceptional creative talents and an obsession with large cities, conceived and developed Urville over the course of 20 years. He shares his vision in this beautifully illustrated guide to the city, which he renders convincingly real in nearly 300 drawings of different districts of Urville. He describes, in remarkable detail, the architectural styles of its individual buildings and provides historical, geographical, economic and cultural information. This includes historical figures and cultural anecdotes grounded in historical reality – Tréhin accounts for the effects of the Vichy regime, the Second World War and globalisation on his imagined city.
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: rapid fire outlook emails (life before gchat)
chachington and i have been abusing our employers’ lenient personal internet usage policies since 2005.
this is him doing what he does best.
here is what we were discussing two years ago:
From: chach
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 4:12 PM
To: cat
Subject: RE: Afternoon entertainment
so many universe-Eating condors
inside books you keep
no matter how each second
I touch your anger.
—
I should try to do a haiku.
—–Original Message—–
From: cat
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 2:37 PM
To: chach
Subject: RE: Afternoon entertainment
“I plead to touch your anger.” So hot. I think that’s a line from a
creed song. Hey, make me another found poem.
—–Original Message—–
From: chach
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 3:38 PM
To: cat
Subject: RE: Afternoon entertainment
I like his seventh grade insights.
—–Original Message—–
From: cat
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 2:35 PM
To: chach
Subject: RE: Afternoon entertainment
Probably.
—–Original Message—–
From: chach
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 3:36 PM
To: cat
Subject: RE: Afternoon entertainment
I think that guy is seriously mentally challenged.
—–Original Message—–
From: cat
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 2:32 PM
To: chach
Subject: Afternoon entertainment
Ha, remember my dumb poetry friend? He’s started sending me poems
again. At least they’re no longer about me!
—–Original Message—–
From: dumb poetry friend
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 3:25 PM
To: cat
Subject: new poem
Cat,
I wrote this Friday and added to it today. I hope you enjoy this first
draft.
Critical Views
by [his name went here]
We have so many critical views
we’re unsure where to file them,
your brain or mine, both full of
vile thoughts about the universe.
Eating condors, scrambling their
eggs, just to mess with hippies -
inside my frontal lobe or yours?
Forcing bad drivers to travel
back in time to prevent their births -
who claims to own this idea?
We could divide them equally:
for me, a snarky opinion of
books by Generation Xers,
countered by your nasty diatribe
about “Greatest Generation”
authors’ pointless war stories.
The sides would never balance.
I open myself to all scrutiny,
but you keep grievances hidden
beneath hard neurons, tucked
in soft parts of your mind I’ll
never have complete access to
no matter how often I beg.
Adding new gripes each second,
I plead to touch your anger.
egress \EE-gress\, noun:
1. The act of going out or leaving, or the right or freedom to leave; departure.
2. A means of going out or leaving; an exit; an outlet.
3. To go out; to depart; to leave.
the view off the duke ellington bridge:
the only elephant in captivity who doesn’t make me sad:
dancing sculpture on harvard street:
and for good measure, a sandwich i ate:
in the little garden. i wish i took a pic of the guy cooking our food in the kitchen. i like this place.
myIRLfriendontheinternet@mac.com: well
I will stop pointing out every milestone now
(the one here being the last time you leave the office and are going to come back)
so i’m still too scared to actually try to stuff a jumbo slice down my gullet, though i did make friends with one tonight. we almost made out, but then i decided he was a little greasy for my taste.
These are terms people used to find your blog.
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but still full of mucus, etc.
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i didn’t go to yoga this morning.
i also continued my bad behavior sleep patterns last night, which meant i needed to sleep until 8:15 today.
there’s yoga tonight, but i kind of want to try to run off this cold and see the crappy brideshead revisited remake instead. maybe i’ll just wait until i arrive in colorado to turn over a new yoga leaf. a lotus leaf, perhaps.
Dear Catherine XXXXXXX ,
This email is to confirm your appointment(s) for:
Sat 7/26/2008 12:00 PM Bikini with ELENA
Sat 7/26/2008 12:15 PM Sh. Cut Style Women Short Hair with ROMUALD
If you have any questions or if you would like to change your appointment(s) please give us a call at 301 913 9373.
Thank you for choosing us for all your beauty needs.
DESSANGE Paris – Chevy Chase
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Filed under: dear diary | Tags: cut the mullet, quarter-life crisis update, sick
i’m the kind of person who likes to brag about my ever-clean bill of health. i almost never get sick, i never get cavities, and my vital signs are so good that they’re almost bad. i love going to doctors and dentists because they shower me with praise for my insanely low blood pressure and well-flossed teeth. on the other hand, i’m also the kind of person who likes to take full advantage of my sick days at work, because “for mental health purposes” doesn’t exactly cut it when your employer basically expects you to show up for free, on saturdays, because you really love animals, or something. so i lie a little. and so my office thinks all my “healthy habits” actually contribute to the fact that i am constantly plagued by “strep throat” and “an upset stomach.”
as a result, no one was surprised when i walked into work without a voice this morning. but in reality, aside from my post-h. pylori-induced random bouts of food poisoning, i seldom fall ill. and i am annoyed as hell now, because my throat feels like i’ve been hanging out in the sahara without a water supply. i’ve been abusing myself a little, i guess — not getting enough sleep, worrying too much, running too much — so maybe it’s not that surprising. i’m going to wake up early tomorrow and head down the street to studio serenity for the yin yang yoga class at 6, and probably stay for kirtan for early birds. even if i’m still without a voice, i like to hear the chanting. i think it will make me feel better.
and if that doesn’t have a curative effect, at least i’ve been downing produce and tea all day. well except now i am sipping my perhaps last-ever iced coffee from misha’s, the little cafe that makes route 66, my favorite super dark roast. it tastes like burning rubber tires in the very best way. this is also notable because the other day i drank so much iced coffee that i considered never indulging myself again. i had jitters all afternoon and couldn’t think straight. i kept wondering why i did that in the first place, and i finally decided it’s because it sort of feels like getting drunk at work, except more like snorting lines in the bathroom. and it’s a distraction from everything else, i guess, though it probably didn’t help my immune system, either.
it’s thursday and i am about to go home. tomorrow will be the last friday i ever leave the office with the weekend stretching ahead of me, and next thursday at this time, i’ll really be saying goodbye to this place. i’m not freaking out about that yet. i am sort of freaking out about what i am going to do in denver, because i have just been rejected from the part-time job at the post for being “overqualified.” i got another job interview today, but it’s for a real job, with real hours, and i don’t even know if i want that. we’ll see. i haven’t completely rejected the idea of being a cocktail waitress yet.
besides that, here’s what’s new: i sold all my furniture to a nice couple who will give it a loving home, and i estimate that i have about 300 lbs of books in boxes now. i need to ship those out this weekend. and hey do you want to buy my imac and/or my dead ibook? because i just bought a new macbook, too (better for the street urchin lifestyle i’m about to adopt).
i think there were other things i wanted to say, but i forget now, and i kind of want to just curl up in a ball instead. some other things i will address eventually include: my thoughts on the food blogging experiment, how i continue to feel conflicted about what is expected of me as a woman entering her socially acceptable reproductive years, gym culture (or, “results: the experiment that failed”), and what exactly i want to accomplish in this next chapter of my life (p.s. it still includes learning how to quilt.).
oh, and i decided i’m getting my hair cut this weekend after all. by a dude at dessange named “romuald.” yesterday i was photographed with the definite beginnings of a florence henderson-style mullet shag, and i need to take action before that shit gets out of hand. i’ve been there before, and it’s only a matter of time before my hairstyle starts looking like it belongs to 1970s-era rod stewart.
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Filed under: dear diary | Tags: i am disgusting (the end), my feet are my car mmk?
i shaved this off of my feet:
last night i went running at 9:30, and this morning i woke up at 5:30 to go running and gyming. because apparently if i do not stay awake until 2 or 3, it is impossible to sleep until it is entirely light outside.
so anyway, i just got home. i am covered in dried sweat twice over.
note that it is impossible to run up and down a large hill repeatedly without eventually thinking of sisyphus.
today i decided fuck it, i’m getting a haircut. so i call dessange and the snobby front desk lady tells me COSTANTIN IS ON VACATION. well when does he get back? ”ohh, mademoiselle, i do not know. he say maybe a month?”
WHAT???
8:45 am: half an hour after waking up just before my alarm clock went off, i had strawberries, raspberries and blueberries with the best cottage cheese and nature’s path maple-cinn waffles… with cinnamon. this was the first time i’ve had cottage cheese since before my raw experiment, and it made me very full. i started craving it the other day and had to get some last night at whole foods (maybe because i fear this brand only exists on the east coast!). incidentally, i tried cottage cheese for the first time ever not that long ago because of an unexplainable craving, though i stupidly got some nonfat kind that was full of thickeners like locust bean gum, guar gum and carrageenan (and a bunch of other stuff that isn’t milk). friendship 1% is the way to go. these waffles are just okay. notice there is no iced coffee in the picture, which means i was still tired and had to go back to bed after i ate breakfast.
1:30 pm: i had cold roast chicken, mache and fig chutney on more whole wheat baguette. this is maybe the best baguette ever, even on the second day. there was also another juicy as hell farmer’s market peach. i really like cold rotisserie chicken, but even shed of its skin, it still makes me feel kind of greasy. or maybe that was just the fact that it was almost 2 and i hadn’t showered yet.
3:45 pm: i wasn’t really hungry, but this banana was going bad.
4:00 pm: still, i was thirsty. much to my delight, i found a half-full carafe of coffee in the fridge, quaffed the entire thing and was then sufficiently fueled to clean most of the apartment. note that i had to drink out of a 4-cup piece of tupperware. i guess i could have used it for the flowers and actually recycled that starbucks cup to hold coffee again instead. oh well. my search for one of those reusable plastic/full-of-bpa venti-sized cups marches on (i think they were discontinued).
9:45: somehow i did not leave the house until almost 7:30 today. i went on a run, heading through malcom x park to steal some energy from the drum circle, down toward the track at cardozo high. sadly, the track was locked up, possibly because they are putting new grass on the field? patrick and i once went there in the middle of the night, so i don’t think it’s normally like that after hours. fortunately for me, cardozo happens to be located on two blocks of what is supposedly the steepest hill in dc. (personally, i think harvard street behind my apartment building is steeper, and i just ran up it yesterday. but it might just be longer.) i ran up and down about a million times, and i started to feel like sonic the hedgehog. no wonder caffeine was once banned for being a performance enhancing drug. after a while i got bored of that and decided to run around u street and shaw, then over to results on u street to lift weights, and then home again. the point of the story is that this is what i eventually had for dinner, despite not really being hungry, because it started raining and i decided it was too late to make it to the movie theater across town to see encounters at the end of the world or the hunter s. thompson movie anyway… salad with baby lettuce, tomatoes, olives, slightly runny eggs and a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper.
11:00 pm: a while ago, i bought a bag of mi-del lemon snaps, ate about half serving, told john he could have some, and returned home from work the next day to learn that he had consumed approximately 42 of the 48 cookies that remained in the bag. tonight he had to go to safeway for trash bags, so i asked him to pick up a box of my favorite cookies, lu le petit ecolier extra dark chocolate biscuits, to make up for this sin. much to my dismay, he returned with the regular dark chocolate version, a poor substitute containing ingredients such as artificial vanilla flavor. for some reason this made me want the real deal even more, so i walked down the street to see if safeway actually stocked the right kind. no luck. i made an exchange for mi-del ginger snaps instead. and then i ate some, with a cup of good earth original spicy tea.
after that i tried to watch primer, but i am tired and not in the mood. (food blogging is exhausting. i officially retire now.) goodnight!
edit: it is now midnight, and i am taking a few slurps of (bpa-free, natch) water so i will have to wake up and pee around 3 am. the end.
just ’cause. even though i hate it
when others send them to me.
and yes, the ones on the right
are living (dying) in a starbucks cup.
at least i finally got around to taking pictures/posting a craigslist ad so people can buy my goddamn furniture.
Filed under: dear diary | Tags: daily photo project, insomnia, post-crying as usual
