New York in a short list of aleatoric details
-I just had a day-old magnolia's cupcake for lunch at 2 pm while listening to the anxious sixth graders outside my window hurl insults at one another on the playground.
-some nights you suddenly realize you are walking through central park in the rain at night with the lights from skyscrapers of midtown glowing through the skeletal tree branches.
-I am seeking to learn what everything is called. The name for the way that piece of a dress is sewn; that cooking technique; that root vegetable; this bolt; that suitcase construction; that emotional response. New York is the only city where you can learn what everything is called.
-After New Years, we will build terrariums
-Saturday Night: Gamelan is so moving and so unusual and so counter-intuitive but awe-inspiring; I am carried gunny-sack style down 109th street to the jeers of the puerto ricans and party girls on my block, almost die of laughing so hard.
-I have never been happier with the decorating scheme of any space in which I've lived as I am with the dove gray, wash of antique blues, overtones of white and dark espresso furniture in this little 130 square foot beauty and its south facing window.
-There is a crack deli on the corner that is famous for its Spicy Special. "It is google-able."
-Friday Night: delightful dinner with stephanie and surprise drop-in by astronomer acquaintance; he tells the story of how I urged him to go to the Russian Banya in Moscow "because there is something particularly special about Russian Nakedness" (something I would never say) and the story is endearing and wonderful.
-I have somehow decided that I will not apply to Columbia for grad school.
-Rescued an old wooden suitcase from the curb and am turning it into a nightstand.
-10 am light in December is the only light there is to be had, ever.
-Sunday Night: Worst dinner party of all times. Amazing menu: Garlic Soup , Silky Cauliflower Soup , Arugula salad with pears and pine nuts, and grilled cheese with pear or avocado, Chocolate Pudding that makes me wonder why I ever bothered with the Jell-O kind. Worst company: the individual who demanded said party shows up at 10 pm with her share of the ingredients, drunk on half a bottle of whiskey. Insults my religion, makes a mess, leaves in a record 55 minutes.
-Still. No. Job.
-some nights you suddenly realize you are walking through central park in the rain at night with the lights from skyscrapers of midtown glowing through the skeletal tree branches.
-I am seeking to learn what everything is called. The name for the way that piece of a dress is sewn; that cooking technique; that root vegetable; this bolt; that suitcase construction; that emotional response. New York is the only city where you can learn what everything is called.
-After New Years, we will build terrariums
-Saturday Night: Gamelan is so moving and so unusual and so counter-intuitive but awe-inspiring; I am carried gunny-sack style down 109th street to the jeers of the puerto ricans and party girls on my block, almost die of laughing so hard.
-I have never been happier with the decorating scheme of any space in which I've lived as I am with the dove gray, wash of antique blues, overtones of white and dark espresso furniture in this little 130 square foot beauty and its south facing window.
-There is a crack deli on the corner that is famous for its Spicy Special. "It is google-able."
-Friday Night: delightful dinner with stephanie and surprise drop-in by astronomer acquaintance; he tells the story of how I urged him to go to the Russian Banya in Moscow "because there is something particularly special about Russian Nakedness" (something I would never say) and the story is endearing and wonderful.
-I have somehow decided that I will not apply to Columbia for grad school.
-Rescued an old wooden suitcase from the curb and am turning it into a nightstand.
-10 am light in December is the only light there is to be had, ever.
-Sunday Night: Worst dinner party of all times. Amazing menu: Garlic Soup , Silky Cauliflower Soup , Arugula salad with pears and pine nuts, and grilled cheese with pear or avocado, Chocolate Pudding that makes me wonder why I ever bothered with the Jell-O kind. Worst company: the individual who demanded said party shows up at 10 pm with her share of the ingredients, drunk on half a bottle of whiskey. Insults my religion, makes a mess, leaves in a record 55 minutes.
-Still. No. Job.