February 28, 2007

If My Nose Could Eat, I Would be Full


Someone is melting chocolate in my apartment building right now and the yummy smell is driving me insane.

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February 27, 2007

The Return

Weeks after our oh-so-close defeat, Team Boccenalia is back in action. Watch us roll, why don't you?

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Sartorialist


Don't read The Sartorialist, if you are feeling frumpy or believe that the above outfit is a fashion do. It will make you feel like a gray smear of gum stuck on the bottom of a Vogue intern's Louboutin heel.

Nah--do check it out. One of my favorite blogs, especially since I gave up reading fashion mags.

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Morning/Evening Listening

In the morning I like to listen to heartbeat-accelerating music. In the evenings I switch over to tunes which a lot more chill. Currently on my playlist:

AM: CSS - "Alala" (from Cansei De Ser Sexy)
PM: Charlotte Gainsbourg - "Operation" (from 5:55)

The lyrics for the latter song are a bit, um, intense:

Deep within the abbatoir
Of your entrails your insides
Lost in you forever far from home

Our love goes under the knife
Someone got too close

Our love goes under the knife
The heart was rejected by the host

A good song to decompress from a busy workday, no? Whatever works.

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February 26, 2007

@)*$&)*#Q@! Substitutions

I go through phases during which I become fixated on using words, usually silly and juvenile in nature, that substitute the usual @#^$#$*! expressions of anger and frustration. A few years ago it was "kaka," resurrected from my playground memories by an ex-boss who applied it liberally to anything which annoyed her. I started using it. A lot.

Now I'm fixated on "douchebag." I don't remember why, but this word has got its hooks in me since late January -- used it in many emails and the copy for the invite to last week's Do a Grouch a Favor Day get together.



Other than my use of douchebag to entice people, it was a classy affair. Until someone started throwing M&Ms at my face.

I predict that my current fixation will last through the end of winter.

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February 21, 2007

Plump, That's All


That's what the vet called Coco last weekend. Though 13 lbs of cat can be uncomfortable when she's sleeping across your neck.

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February 19, 2007

Staring Problem

I've been doing something rather unusual for most New Yorkers lately -- making eye contact. Or at least trying to.

Many folks, whom I pass on the streets, look down, away or through me -- anywhere but at me. I wonder if passerbys now think of me as that weirdo on the street with the staring problem. You know, the one whom your mom advised avoid looking in the eyes because he/she maybe ready to snap. The one with the sharp spork hidden in her sleeve destined for the eye of the next person who looks at them funny (this could just be my mom dispensing such advice) .

Besides spotting more celebrities, I noticed that when I'm really tired, I tend to make eye contact with folks whom I believe I know. Like this guy with a Macbook Pro in Starbucks last week who looked like my co-worker, except that die-hard PC fan would rather eat coffee grinds than use a Mac. Or this woman on the N train with a strong resemblance to my ex-college roommate who ignores me for the most part. Hallucinations?

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You're so Vain

Today I met one of the most beautiful men in New York. I'm just glad that I was vain enough to put on a decent outfit (not paint-splattered jeans and the usual black tee) before leaving the apartment today. Funny how when you know you're going to meet a group of beautiful/exceptionally fashionable folks even just for a few hours, your vanity will push you to go a little extra with your look. Even when its 25 degrees outside and the streets are dotted with gray slush puddles. Even when you know it'll be obscured by your dirty snow boots and long fire engine red coat which makes you look looking like a walking, upright hot dog that has been burnt on one end.

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February 14, 2007

Happy V-Day



I suggest watching the entire video.

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February 12, 2007

Norbit No

I just saw Norbit, last weekend's Number One film in the US, a few hours ago. Am glad that I didn't need to pay $11 for a ticket, because for was one of the most painfully unfunny films which I have ever seen.

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February 07, 2007

?? Hiatus

? will be going on blog title hiatus.

Return date: indefinite.

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Who?

In the past few days, I've been told I look like Joan Jett and Kenny McCormick. From "I love rock & roll" to "Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" Hmm...perhaps I should be concerned about how my headshot for Glastonbury (!!) will turn out.

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February 06, 2007

Missed Our Debut?


Here's your second chance.

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February 03, 2007

Super Bowl? Er...

The last football game which I attended was the Harvard v. Yale game six/seven/er, eight? years ago. Never felt an overpowering urge to fork over $$$ to watch a game since.

This is a pretty strong indication of my enthusiasm for the spectator-side of sports. My sports fan friends blame my ho-hum attitude on my experience being limited to generally mediocre college-level play, and if I saw "the real deal" in person then my attitude would change.

Well, I'm not slapping on face paint and flying south to Miami tomorrow to watch the Super Bowl, but I do enjoy screaming at a television with folks, watching $2.3 million 30-second ads, and eating junk food. Plus watching Prince shake it, despite the fact that his citizenship to funkytown has been revoked.

Chances of my watching the Super Bowl (at least until halftime)? 61%

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February 01, 2007

Procrastination Fodder



The last thing I want to do after parrying, advancing and retreating in a smelly fencing suit is do work. So watch this video and procrastinate with me, 'kay? Brain melting....

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