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Friday, November 15, 2002
what's principal rooney been doing since "ferris beuller's day off"? 17-year-old boys apparently.
Friday, November 8, 2002
catherine and i acquired our tickets today to see jeff tweedy in brooklyn with his new gig loose fur. and i'm all set to see hot wimp rhett miller next week. speaking of rhett, while in restoration hardware today starting my channukah shopping, i finally bought one of these cool album frames for my signed old 97's poster i got almost two years ago already.
woo hoo! i'm moving! my roommates and i finally found a new place and december 14th we can call it home. granted it's in hoboken, but it's bee-yoo-tee-ful. and only two blocks from the path. y'all can see the building here. pay no attention to the prices. they must have been pre bad economy because i can sure say we can't afford that. expect a big ol' party sometime in early january.
is meg white a robot?
Sunday, November 3, 2002
mouse update: after gail found a mouse corpse in the laundry room last sunday night, we thought our worries were over. especially after a whole week of not hearing a peep or finding a dropping. until friday night wheni walked past the trap and notice a long tail and tiny hind legs sticking out of the back. we had captured mouse number two. i tried to convince myself that we really got them all now but we decided to buy another trap just in case. i come home last night after a scrumptious dinner with brian and decide to set out the trap with a bit of peanut butter. not even ten minutes go buy and we hear a loud snap. i sent brian out to confirm my suspicions that we had indeed killed mouse number three. what are the chances that we really have them all now?
sometimes i'll never understand how sunday night comes around so fast. pretty cool weekend all around. friday night was the big halloween party at siberia bar with the extra loud ac/dc cover band. big city, if you're out there, you should hire them for your next party. my one gripe of the night is i never got to play the pinball machine. but no complaints about the owner of the bar who gave my friends and me not one, but two free rounds of drinks. sweet! then saturday was filled with checking out extra tiny apartments on the upper east side. if any of you out there reading are realtors, i apologize in advance, but you guys suck. all you care about is the commission. no matter what condition the apartment was that we looked at, all our realtor had to say was "this place is totally you. i could really see you making this place home." never mind home would mean only being able to fit a couch and no other piece of furniture in the living room. and just when my roommates and i decided today that maybe we should stay in hoboken after all, brown water started pumping through our pipes because of some water main break in jersey city. five hours later and the water is still shit brown. could this be a sign?
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
see, i knew it: all the it girls count their points. too bad i scarfed down yummy fries and cupcake cake at chat n chew tonight.
duuuude, where to begin. after a hellish closing week in the world of magazines, i had a kickass weekend of drunken good times. from the moment i arrived at the pulpy's for the big brad and chrissi wedding, it was nothing but hilarity. all but one of us made it to the church on time, and i should have been smarter than to sit next to ryan during church. though at least it kept me laughing during all that jesus talk. afterward we started the drinking at the famed dead presidents and then were off to the riverfront arts center for the big reception. it's all a bit blurry from there thanks to the open bar, but some of the highlights involved hearing brat x bust a move, seeing chrissi pull cake out of her cleavage, watching ryan almost fight some guys over barry bonds' steroid use, watching john get down with tad's prized guitar, barging in on ryan's friend's date and drunk dialing my fair share of people including leanne's parents in bel air. oops. one of the highlights, however, was not mugsy giving me a giant welt on my head that still hurts today though at least the swelling and redness has gone away. the next day was spent nursing the hangover, eating delicious sticky buns, watching football, driving back up to the 'boken with john and repeatedly listening to catherine's drunken self screaming "luuuuuunnnnnccccchhhh" on voice mail. more good times last night with review folk at fez. and now i sit here in my hopefully mouse free apartment (gail found a corpse in the laundry room so let's hope he has no friends visiting) to call it an early night. sigh.
Monday, October 21, 2002
this one is courtesy of brian (who swears he'll update his site one of these days): black people love us.
did i really just hear ben kweller on third watch tonight?
woo hoo! check out who's number two on ad age's magazine a list. suh-weet.
in other news: i have a mouse in my house. this wouldn't be so terrible if my apartment wasn't already too small for three people and if i wasn't deathfully afraid of the little rodents. we had a family of mice who made a home out of a kitchen drawer when i was younger and i refused to enter the kitchen for a good month or so. and i can honestly say i haven't opened that drawer since. i then had mice living in my place junior year of college and thanks to the two cats also living there, i woke up one morning to a half-eaten rodent on the living room floor. i'm not quite sure how to go about getting rid of the madison mouse because my roommates and i are all too scared to actually check a mousetrap to see if we caught anything. but we were told the poison we put down can take two weeks to kill the sucker and then what happens if it dies in the walls or something? such dilemmas and this is more space than i cared to devote to the furry foe. i'll keep y'all posted.
i guess i'm the last to post it of the nyc crowd but last thursday's wilco show at roseland kicked ass, even if i had to pay twice the price for a ticket because no one would buy my extra. i wasn't as lucky as some people to mingle with rock stars beforehand, but i rocked out nonetheless.and i agree with catherine that it was completely odd no one sang along to "passenger side." i just thought it was my section since roseland is so damn big that who would be able to hear what's going on over at the other side of the floor.
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
my roommates and i did more apartment hunting tonight. can anyone out there offer me an expert opinion on peter cooper village?
thank you, christopher columbus for giving me a three-day weekend that i spent the majority of drunk. friday night was 119 or the rock n roll bar as we like to call it with some work peeps. saturday night was a sucky knicks game, in which they not only lost but their star forward is now out for the season thanks to a broken patella. sunday was a whole lot of football and drinking and making new friends, but not after spending a lazy portion of the afternoon sipping starbucks and attempting to write on my laptop, perhaps to get ready for nanowrimo. then my free monday was spent going bankcrupt at woodbury commons.
duuuuude, you're gettin' axed.
Tuesday, October 8, 2002
this weekend's new york times magazine was all about well, new york, but there are some great stories in there, including one about a kid who's been growing up around crack dealers (his mother) his whole life and is now in the family business. the photographer has been snapping pictures of the kid since 1996. then there's a story about a new york rock band. gee, could it be the strokes?
speaking of books, i finally finished "the corrections" yesterday. if you haven't read it, go out and buy it now. despite all the oprah brouhaha and whatnot, i can't tell y'all how much i loved it. it's one of those books that you get so into, when you have to stop reading because your path stop has arrived, you forget for a minute whether you're in book world or the real world. such a dysfunctional, complicated yet completely normal american family (does that make sense?) with each of enid and alfred's kids a bigger shit than the next.
now that dave eggers has a new book out, he's back in the news.
i'll admit i haven't seen the new abc sitcom "less than perfect" but i'm happy to see there's a "plump chick" in the lead. i'm not happy to hear that a "plump chick" is a size 12, when i believe the average woman in the world is a size 12. but at least she's not a size -4 calista flockhart or lara flynn boyle.
already tuesday and i haven't mentioned my weekend. did a whole lot of nothing except for saturday night when we celebrated michele's birthday for the second time. i direct you to catherine's pita to see a picture of my sexy roommate and my sexy college roommate for that matter. good times at radio perfecto, where they make a mean razzmopolitan, and then on to no malice palace where i nursed my wounds from watching part of the yankees game. 2003 baby!
Wednesday, October 2, 2002
it might have been about a year ago that i declared my hatred for the new cnn headline news. they had become more concerned with entertainment news and gossip and how cool their new set looked than hardhitting issues. now this tops the cake: the brilliant minds that run the station want the anchors to add more of today's lingo to the show. um, excuse me? "a new study by the university of colorado shows that because of an increase in sex education, 98 percent of high school seniors now put on a jimmy cap before getting jiggy with their hoochie mama, thus resulting in less teenage pregnizzancies."
Tuesday, October 1, 2002
in other "i love new york" news, this week's voice has got the best of new york 2002. their list is a bit different than all the others out there because of things like the the best edible sculpture. i'm always intrigued by these fruit concoctions that this woman sells in a stand on the southeast corner of union square but never actually stopped to try one. tomorrow perhaps.
it's official. my roommates and i put in our two-month notice to our landlord that we're getting the hell out of our tiny pad and movin' on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky. well, that's assuming we find a deluxe apartment in the sky we can actually afford. if anybody knows of any in nyc or hoboken, i'm all ears.
today's reason why i love new york: free lunchtimewhite stripes show in union square. when a friend told me about it last week, i didn't believe him but alas it was true. free rock, free stickers, free random cds and free vinnie's tampon case. could you ask for a better tuesday lunch hour?
Monday, September 30, 2002
i finally saw one hour photo this weekend and really enjoyed it. robin williams plays one kick-ass psycho. there were a few stupid parts that didn't exactly add up, but overall i'd say it's a good flick.
speaking of the review, can some ud alumnus fill me in on what the green is? is that what the kids are calling the mall these days? after reading the review for the first time in probably a year, it's good to know the same stories are still running such as community day, how the balloon is a cool place to hear music and how city council hates college bars. another thing that made me chuckle on my trip down memory lane is this story on dp dough. back in the day, i gave the calzone restaurant a horrible review and they got so angry and insulted, they wrote a letter to the editor.
where are they now? this weekend, i learned what one former review staffer has been up to. i knew that lara was having a book published, but what i didn't know is it's now out, has won an award, she's doing a signing and you can read the first chapter here. most impressive.
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
ken, barbie reenact parental fight. (via the onion)
new york metro offers its music issue, including the 25 best new bands. bk baby gets a nod.
Monday, September 23, 2002
ok, i love the west wing but how does six feet under get screwed so badly? not one big win? and this was their year, seeing as the sopranos weren't contenders. tsk, tsk.
a pretty jampacked weekend, which i guess is a good thing because of the hell of closing week i am about to endure. friday night was bright eyes at irving plaza. my one questions is when did teenagers become so completely annoying? must they all suck face every chance they get? lounge on couches with their shoes off as if it were their living room? make comments to each other such as "do you like bright eyes?" "no." "me neither." then why are you there bothering me? anyway, the music was a bit mellow for a friday night after a long week. i'm still loving the cd though. saturday was a marathon day of shopping, foremost for a dress for an october wedding, and then to fill my closet with some fall clothes. both feats were accomplished. saturday night was more rock with spoon at bowery ballroom. much more fun to bob your head to and the crowd was far better. and sunday she rested.
Thursday, September 19, 2002
and here's another great game: simon! actually this one one of my favorites when i was a kid. they had a version at the diner near my house and every time we were there i'd beg my dad for a quarter.
this might be one of the most bizarre games i've ever played. the mighty midols. you get to kick ass against the evil "monsteruation."
i always argue with my sister in law whether it's "soda" or "pop". it's definitely soda. but now you can vote and see what other parts of the country say the same thing as you.
you are cordially invited to a war with iraq.
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
i'm surprised advertisers didn't think of this sooner.
tvs in taxis.
and speaking of my tiny living room, i just finished watching the premiere of real world las vegas. for some reason our room at bally's didn't quite look like their sweet pad. my favorite is how no one even asked the required "are you gay?" or "who's the virgin?" questions that usually occurs in the first five minutes. they just decided to get down and dirty right off the bat. i smell trouble in sin city.
the last two weeks of my life have been spent stressing out over apartment hunting. we finally found one we think we like and now our landlord is giving us trouble about getting out of our lease. i'll keep you faithful felafel readers updated but please keep your fingers crossed that i won't be sleeping in this tiny pad for many months longer.
i just have to say how much i love burning cds. tonight i acquired bright eyes just in time for the show friday night, the new beck, an awesome wilco bootleg that's basically a compilation of live stuff from some shows back in the late 90s, and a copy of the last uncle tupelo show back on may 1, 1994. sweet.
Saturday, September 14, 2002
for all my fellow members of the tribe, happy new year!
i first heard about this singles subway car when catherine linked to a story about it the other day. now the new york times tested it out one night from brooklyn but it hasn't seemed to have caught on quite yet. one of these nights i'm going to have to see for myself.
i never got to link to this story the other day, but i find some people's obsession with fantasy football fascinating. i know some people whose entire social lives from september to january revolve around pretending they're actually in charge of million-dollar players. they think they're fantasy draft is as if not more important than the real deal, they make last-minute phone calls and have to leave sunday wedding receptions to check the scores with the valet parkers outside. i just have to say back in the days of my fantasy movie league, i never got that obsessed.
Tuesday, September 3, 2002
so who's it going to be: kelly or justin? my vote's with kelly, because all justin really has going for him is the hair.
i've probably mentioned before my office's obsession with the national spelling bee. well, not that i didn't already suspect it but this times magazine article shows just how freakish some of these families are. it's a bit sad, really. this kid doesn't even seem to really want to be a gifted speller. it got so bad for her in school that her parents pulled her out and decided to home school her. which is more important? letting your kid haved a normal adolescence, a regular social life and a well-rounded education, or being able to spell giaour?
yes i know i've been awol for a while, but i guess i have the same excuse as most people. summer. i also spent the past week on an amazing vacation out west. seriously, the southwest may be the most beautiful part of this country. the colors change from one minute to the next. sedona, flagstaff, grand canyon, bryce canyon, zion, lake powell and the grand finale: vegas, which is the most insane place i have EVER seen. extremely overwhelming but lots of fun after a week of hiking down canyons, trekking through the narrows of the virgin river, narrowly averting an elk in the road (took me back to my review days and one freaky staffer) and speeding on motor boats. and now i'm back in crowded, smelly new york where you can't even see the stars at night. at least i have the us open to look forward to tomorrow. woo hoo. but will the match compare to the kick-ass agassi/sampras match i got to see last year?
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