this week, in digest
Boy, it's been a hostile week on the trains. People are angry and ca-rayzeee. The B is now going local through parts of Brooklyn. This is good for me because I have two train options and one allows for no transfers on my way to work. However, the folks in South BK are not benefiting, since their express train now takes forever. I'm going to venture to say this weekly glitch makes for a more volatile commute, but I'm also going to maintain a heightened level of peace and calm--just in case I've been inviting hostility with my own energy.
But you know who had the Worst Week Ever? My governor, Mr. Patterson. Not only does Obama politically backhand him (which I think is WAY over-stepping, Fed., so back off the state and MYOB), but SNL's "Weekend Update Thursday" lampooned him and made fun of his vision, again. Not cool. Personally, he's good in my hood because he's come down hard on the bs in-fighting in the State Senate and wants to see marriage equality happen NOW.
Meanwhile, Iran's prez couldn't have felt too welcome this week, but that is friggin' fine by me.
On Thursday I saw the most amazing pas de deux ever (I know--I don't even like ballet). It was "Softly as I Leave You," by Morphoses/The Wheeldon Company. Every year City Center puts on its Fall for Dance series, in which a dozen or so dance companies from NYC and all over the world perform. The best part? All tickets are $10. I enjoyed this particular company so much that I'm going to go back and see them perform next month. Lucky for me they're in residence at City Center right now, AND that I live in NYC. I love dance season. *dreamy sigh*
Work has been slow, but I've also been avoiding a big project. I was just given a deadline for that project, so now I'm appropriately motivated. I'm going to start studying for the Series 24 this weekend, too. By year-end, I'll have TWO securities licenses under my belt. That is so strange to me, considering my educational background. But, considering my analytical mind and tenacity, I'm not really surprised--just validated.
I've had some rotten dates lately, but one fella is panning out quite nicely. He came over on Wednesday night and we made dinner together. Now, usually when "we" make dinner, I make it and they sorta chop, sorta watch, sorta clean. Not so with this one! He took charge on the barley, made a broth with the veggie scraps, and became my hero for bringing over a stone and sharpening my very dull knife (dull knives are far more dangerous than sharp ones--ask my fingers). He also cleaned while we cooked, which was rather amazing and something I don't even do. To boot, he's a vegan, is just as concerned and enamored with the environment as I, plays the accordion, and talks... really thinks, listens, and talks in depth. He's respectful too; it's a bit disconcerting to not be an object of desire like a prize at a fair, but I do so enjoy being treated like a human and with the same amount of care he asks for himself. Is this what we call a mature adult? It's lovely.
And in news of the shocking, my 19-yr old second cousin's father and half-sister (age 8) died in a house fire this past weekend. I'm fairly close with this side of my extended family, and my heart goes out to Alicia, my second cousin (who's more like a niece, considering the age difference). She lives in OK with my cousin and her husband, but visited her father and half-siblings in WI fairly often. I can't imagine losing a parent at such a young age... and a little sister too. My god.
To close on an upswing: I adore this time of year; Autumn makes me electric and vivid. I'm dancing a little more. My health is good. I was just fitted for new glasses and am looking forward to wearing them often. Morrison will be 12 next month and is healthy and loving and silly. It's been nice reconnecting with my friends post-Series 7. And next weekend I travel back to the Catskills ashram with a pal and pals of this pal to learn about permaculture, spiritually detox, and be with myself and nature... can't wait!
But you know who had the Worst Week Ever? My governor, Mr. Patterson. Not only does Obama politically backhand him (which I think is WAY over-stepping, Fed., so back off the state and MYOB), but SNL's "Weekend Update Thursday" lampooned him and made fun of his vision, again. Not cool. Personally, he's good in my hood because he's come down hard on the bs in-fighting in the State Senate and wants to see marriage equality happen NOW.
Meanwhile, Iran's prez couldn't have felt too welcome this week, but that is friggin' fine by me.
On Thursday I saw the most amazing pas de deux ever (I know--I don't even like ballet). It was "Softly as I Leave You," by Morphoses/The Wheeldon Company. Every year City Center puts on its Fall for Dance series, in which a dozen or so dance companies from NYC and all over the world perform. The best part? All tickets are $10. I enjoyed this particular company so much that I'm going to go back and see them perform next month. Lucky for me they're in residence at City Center right now, AND that I live in NYC. I love dance season. *dreamy sigh*
Work has been slow, but I've also been avoiding a big project. I was just given a deadline for that project, so now I'm appropriately motivated. I'm going to start studying for the Series 24 this weekend, too. By year-end, I'll have TWO securities licenses under my belt. That is so strange to me, considering my educational background. But, considering my analytical mind and tenacity, I'm not really surprised--just validated.
I've had some rotten dates lately, but one fella is panning out quite nicely. He came over on Wednesday night and we made dinner together. Now, usually when "we" make dinner, I make it and they sorta chop, sorta watch, sorta clean. Not so with this one! He took charge on the barley, made a broth with the veggie scraps, and became my hero for bringing over a stone and sharpening my very dull knife (dull knives are far more dangerous than sharp ones--ask my fingers). He also cleaned while we cooked, which was rather amazing and something I don't even do. To boot, he's a vegan, is just as concerned and enamored with the environment as I, plays the accordion, and talks... really thinks, listens, and talks in depth. He's respectful too; it's a bit disconcerting to not be an object of desire like a prize at a fair, but I do so enjoy being treated like a human and with the same amount of care he asks for himself. Is this what we call a mature adult? It's lovely.
And in news of the shocking, my 19-yr old second cousin's father and half-sister (age 8) died in a house fire this past weekend. I'm fairly close with this side of my extended family, and my heart goes out to Alicia, my second cousin (who's more like a niece, considering the age difference). She lives in OK with my cousin and her husband, but visited her father and half-siblings in WI fairly often. I can't imagine losing a parent at such a young age... and a little sister too. My god.
To close on an upswing: I adore this time of year; Autumn makes me electric and vivid. I'm dancing a little more. My health is good. I was just fitted for new glasses and am looking forward to wearing them often. Morrison will be 12 next month and is healthy and loving and silly. It's been nice reconnecting with my friends post-Series 7. And next weekend I travel back to the Catskills ashram with a pal and pals of this pal to learn about permaculture, spiritually detox, and be with myself and nature... can't wait!