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Whattya Want? Eh?
The Essentials
From: New Jersey
Have invaded: Washington, New York, Dublin
Currently residing: Brooklyn, in a small old neighborhood near the Greenwood Cemetery
Astrological Sign: Capricorn
Siblings: one older sister, one younger sister by blood. One (each) Marie and Jesse by life long association
Parents: still married, while just getting more gray and crazy
Pets: Conrad the bird, along with 2 dogs and 1 cat which my parents have custody and I have visitation rights
Extent of Education: expensive and lengthy culminating in a BA
Job: Research Assistant at a large non-profit hoping to find direction to graduate school
Non-paid Activities:
-crocheting (even have my own labels) and other domestic activities
-reading (and happy about the hour a day the commute gives me to do so)
-endlessly walking the streets to find out as much as I can
-talking to strangers (never accepting candy)
-watching nature shows
-contemplating learning advanced html skills
General Outlook: hopefully curious with a side of blatantly honesty and critical analysis
Writes with: right hand
Tattoos and Piercings: have 4 holes per ear, rarely use more than 2 but insist on poking the other two open as they were my single act of teenage rebellion. No tattoos but wouldn't mind a platypus on my ass
Full of Glee
Favorite Skyscraper: Chrysler Building
The church that makes me get on their 5 year waiting list to get married there : St. John the Devine on 112th Street and Amsterdam
Childish Activity I just can't get over: spinning in circles. fuck drugs, fuck medication, even the morning cigarette, everything pales to making yourself dizzy
Person who died before I could meet him: Andre Dubus who writes possibly the best short stories (also Tupac, but that's a "questionable" death)
Person I will meet before she dies: Joyce Carol Oates (she’s a lil nut job writer)
Perfume scent yet to be made: crisp fall leaves
Best thing in June: apricot season
The only car worth owning: pickup truck or a T-top (I'm such Jersey Trash)
The color I'd paint the world: pale yellow
Flower worth weeding a garden for: Lilies
Favorite Bridge: Verrazano
Best City to Live in: Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Fun Fact about Brooklyn: It's the most populated borough. If it were it's own city it would be the fourth largest in the US, after NY, LA and Chicago.
Best Place to fall in love: Walking along the water in Bay Ridge, looking at the Atlantic Ocean, Coney Island, above mentioned favorite bridge
Best Place to get lost: Prospect Park, as long as it's light out.
Best Place to see an isolated subculture: Boro Park's Hassidim
Best Place to eat cotton candy: Coney Island
Best Place to pretend you live: Fort Greene, with its funky urban hipsters and old brownstones
Best Place to marvel at brownstones: Park Slope, especially around 8th Ave and 7-9th St.
Best Place to remember the 'burbs: Northeast of Coney Island Ave & Church Ave near my hood where there are gigantic homes with wrap around porches, columns and a particular air of southern grandeur
Cranky Girl
Cars I loathe: SUVs
People who should go away: Matt Damon, Gwenyth Paltrow, among others
Food I wish people could accept I don't like: Beef, and not for poor souls reasons but for the same reason kids hate broccoli, it's nasty
Trades I wish I'd learned instead of how to be an office rat: carpentry and work related to building, mechanic or work related to making machines go.
Reason why concerts are aggrivating: The obligatory, programmed in "encore" where the band leaves, knowing they are coming back. If you need a 2 minute break, take it. I don't think anyone is good enough to actually get 1,000 or more to give them an encore.
Perfume People in Deparment Stores: Don't they get that spraying all that perfume makes it impossible to actually pick out on scent with all the stank in the air
Friday, June 22, 2001
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