I work in an old brick warehouse, built in the 1800s. If it’s windy outside, we can feel it through the mortar. Our earthquake drill consists of my boss yelling “GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT” and then running down scary metal stairs.
I need a beer now.
Add comment July 29th, 2008
I started seeing I was getting a lot of hits from people searching for the word “twergi”. I didn’t know I was popular enough to be googled. Unless apparently, these serchers were looking for a fancy cheese grater (oops). I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so I googled myself.
Have you ever gone home and looked through your family’s photo album? Did ya see the photo from sixth grade… you know the one. You were wearing that ugly hat that you thought made you look so cool with some kind of “world art” pin on your cardigan. Okay, now imagine the douchebag who was your frenemy in high school made copies of that photo and drew a mustache on it and pasted it all over your new town. Thanks, guy!
It’s actually pretty funny, but it was kind of a struggle to figure out how to respond to someone mocking me for a homework assignment for a ridiculous class I took six years ago.
Well played, Bushwick Social Club. As a former resident, its nice to see someone embracing the Bushwick, rather than trying to convince people you really live in East Williamsburg. Hope the L train is better at night now!
Add comment June 20th, 2008
Inspired by this post.
This started as a comment, but so much came to mind I wanted to expand.
My dad had the most lovely, all encompassing belly laugh and bright twinkling blue eyes. You couldn’t help but feel sunshine pour into the room when he was particularly tickled by something.
His bottom two front teeth never came in and he was very self conscious about the two tiny baby teeth that would peek out of his mouth if he smiled too big. He always looks stern in posed photos, but it was all to hide the teeth.
Whenever he cooked he made enough to feed ten armies, even when he only needed to feed himself and my sister. There was no halving recipes for him.
He had a special dimple on one cheek. When he was a young man, a motor from a boat fell on him, although I can’t remember the exact circumstances. I just loved that dimple.
I never saw him without a beard. Although his hair never turned gray or fell out, his beard was salt and pepper and got whiter with age.
He was a competent ballroom dancer. I wish now that I could have kept up.
He had a lingering distaste for kimchee from his tour of duty in Korea. Every year his sister would buy him a jar and for a year, we would live with an untouched jar of kimchee in our fridge until the next Christmas brought its replacement.
Thanks to his excellent green thumb, I have childhood memories of running through corn fields and eating fresh fruits and vegetables off the plants in our back yard.
He loved a good story about his girls and when he found one that seemed to be a hit, he would perfect it and retell it every chance he got. In my story, he caught me on top of the upright piano in the famly room and asked me what I was doing. My reply, at the tender age of 3, was “Getting down, Dad.” He had to make a hasty retreat to the basement where he laughed until he cried before coming back to scold me. Every time he told this story, he would repeat “Getting down, Dad” as if it were the cleverest thing he’d ever heard and I would secretly beam with pride that I could make him laugh, even when I was the horrible age of 14 and pretending to be mortified.
We had a standing phone date on Sundays while I was away during high school and college. This made for some awkward conversations when he started calling my college dorm room at 6am because “it was the only time he’d be sure to catch me in my room.” If my roommate answered, he always introduced himself by his full name. “This is Gilbert Lasher. I’m calling for Jessica Lasher.” She always told me I could tell him to just say “This is Jess’ dad” but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks sometimes.
It will be six years this week since he passed away. In some respects it seems like it happened 20 years ago. In others, just yesterday. I still miss him every day. I think he’d be pretty pleased with how things have turned out.
2 comments June 13th, 2008
me: i can fit two girls in the trunk of my new car
Rummy: thats so random
Rummy: i can fit a boy and a girl in the trunk of my car
Rummy: how do you know?
me: 
Rummy: nice
Rummy: thats how i checked too
Rummy: except i had the balls to close the trunk
4 comments June 3rd, 2008
My friend in Troy, NY is in a coffee shop trying to get some work done when she IMs me about a date that is occurring at the table next to her.
Girl: “I could totally be a lesbian… but I am never going down on a girl”
Then, my dear, you *could* do it, but not very successfully. And really, if you’re going to make that lifestyle choice with all the baggage that can come along with it, why aim for mediocrity?
Guy: Hell comes from Dante’s Inferno—
Girl: —the pizza place?
Guy, friend on IM and me: *stunned silence*
I’ve got nothing to add to this. It’s perfect as it is
Moral of the story. Be careful when saying stupid things next to a girl on a computer. She’s telling her friend 3000 miles away what an idiot you are.
Add comment May 29th, 2008
I totaled my beloved Saab this morning.
I’m sore, bruised, scraped and mostly pissed off. It was my fault. The guy I hit (who didn’t take the brunt of it, since I was almost able to go into the barrier instead, but not quite) is okay, but was limping. His mini van was a rental and the bumper and the back were a little dented, but nothing crazy.
My car, it is fucked. I only had liability. I don’t even really want to think about it now. I just want to take a nap.
ETA: I just re-read this. It’s a lie. The worst morning ever was the one where my dad died, followed by the times I got caught sneaking back in from staying out all night as a teenager or running away. This is possibly the third or fourth worst morning ever.
Add comment May 22nd, 2008
I’ve been experimenting with zucchini bread for the last couple of weekends, hoping to trade baked goods for massage services with another derby girl who is a super strict vegetarian (ie. no eggs). The results came out really well.
1c. sugar
1.5c. unsweetened apple sauce
1c. vegetable oil (I subbed in some olive oil when I ran out… it seemed fine)
3tsp. vanilla
3c. + 2tbsp flour
1tsp. baking soda
1tsp. baking powder
3tsp. cinnamon
2c. (or whatever you have on hand) zucchini grated
1/4c. water if necessary
Mix first 4 ingredients together in a large bowl with a hand mixer. Sift together dry ingredients into a smaller bowl. Add dry to wet while mixing, I would add about a cup or so at a time. At this point, the dough is going to seem a little dry, don’t worry! Add your zucchini in, which will add some moisture, especially if you grate it right over the bowl. If your dough is still really sticky, add in the water a little bit at a time.
Bake at 375 for 40-50 minutes.
Notes: When I made this recipe with eggs, I used 3 eggs instead of the applesauce and two cups of sugar, baking for a full hour at 375. It was way too sweet and a little drier. I really liked the texture better with the applesauce. The next time I make this, I’ll try 1c. applesauce and 2 eggs, keeping the sugar where it is.
1 comment May 19th, 2008
wish jar : thoughts that are scribbled in the middle of the night
Add comment March 30th, 2007
One of my legs on my cheap little tripod came unglued last night. The Joby Gorillapod seems like it might be a good replacement
Add comment March 30th, 2007
After a slightly lazy weeks 2 and 3, I’m hoping week 4 will be full of gettingthingsdoneness.
Add comment March 28th, 2007
I want to turn this into curtians for my balcony door by cutting it in half and adding chocolate brown strips to the insides and bottom.
2 comments March 14th, 2007
photo stolen from AMK’s flickr set. clicky for linky.
Fix: Added Velcro to the cabinets
Clean Kitchen: half way there! I’ve got to scrub the insides of the cabinets and fridge and put down the contact paper.
Throw away old food: done in fridge, to do in cabinets tonight
Buy water filter: Done!
Run hands over every wall: Eh….
Clear surface for outbox: w00t!
Use outbox: Ehhh…….. Look, I moved cross country last year, only shipping what I could afford and taking what I could on the plane. I have very little.
Buy fresh flowers: Done. More expensive in Pasadena than at TJs though 
Determine style: Every day.
Cook a meal: Wasn’t a new recipe, but I did that last night.
Choose date for housewarming: I am iffy about this part. To be addressed later.
Add comment March 14th, 2007
Get up earlier and do Pilates DVD a couple days this week.
2 comments March 13th, 2007
And I still drink wine, but less often. I miss the good wine store. Wine is cheaper here but I’ve not been into it as much.
In other news, I’m sporatically employed, <3 the Scott and still, nobody reads this. I’m going to try and make it a photo blog.
Add comment July 20th, 2006
Apparently Bob reads my blog, but only sometimes.
I found an apartment. Its two blocks away and is shared with other people.
Eh.
Its much cheaper than where I live now.
Yay.
I still need a digital camera.
Expanding to cocktails has gone well for me. I now make a mean mojito.
I’m looking for west coast jobs.
Daylight savings time is gay.
2 comments November 8th, 2005
I know nobody really reads this, but for anyone who does and is out of the loop:
I live alone.
I still have cats.
I no longer have dogs.
I’m looking for a new apartment.
The new apartment doesn’t have to be in NYC.
Or maybe it does. I change my mind a lot.
I love my new job.
I’m glad the old job is no longer my job.
I need a new digital camera.
I run now. Its awesome.
One weekend, I went to Jan’s and we made pie.
Yes, the pie was squared.
One weekend, Mark came to visit.
One weekend, Scott came to visit.
The next weekend I went to visit Scott.
There’s no pictures of either of those weekends.
I like LA a whole lot.
One weekend I went to visit Matty.
There’s pictures but bitch-face won’t send them to me.
I still drink wine, but I’m trying to expand to cocktails.
Thats all for now.
1 comment October 9th, 2005
The wine class was actually really helpful and in the future I hope to be able to provide better descriptions of the wine that I’m drinking. It was very funny with the sniffing and swirling and “Oh, it tastes like barnyard and mint” and stuff like that. Strangly enough - I couldn’t put smells (eg. this smells like citrius and peaches) to the wine, but I would see a very specific color (camel, dark sage green, etc). I’m odd. What do you want?
Add comment April 21st, 2005
ankle baking beach beer bruises camera derby dream elbow elephants food grr hate IM kaiser knee margaritas math money oh noes pain photos pity party psa recipe rick-rolling roller derby san diego sexy bruise time soy milk spaz sprain stab stupid fuckin fuck taxes teh suck tired topenga vegan violence wheels yay zoo zucchini
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