after working at the erasmus campus, i couldn't stop talking about it to anyone who'd listen. it is such a strange & magical work of architecture. i mentioned it to erica and it so happened that she saw it on scoutingny a couple of weeks prior.

HOGWARTS!

Hidden Treasures In A Brooklyn Public School (Including The Coolest Stained Glass Window ( Read more... )

the assistant principal at the school where i was student teaching is a twatwaffle. she "fired" me on monday.

a snippet of my e-mail to the student teaching coordinator which alludes to AP's insanity:
I was considering how I was being treated by Mrs. S***** and how much stress she managed to cause for me in the last 2 weeks. I understand that ( Read more... )

i don't know why i thought it was a good idea to take a sick-ish, underslept 3.5 year old to an exhibit at the museum of natural history on a holiday weekend. a sense of adventure? masochism, perhaps? alleviating my guilt for returning to "work"? which is completely an issue of my own making because eloise loves daycare and erica-the-nanny-days ( Read more... )

ian is working 4 hour days and i don't have anything to do but lounge around, soak up the sun, and entertain sprout. no one in this household is overworked or overtired, and perhaps because we are in this lazy summer mode, we started taking midday kips. 3 pm usually looks like this:

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i had no idea that lucien carr was caleb carr's father.

35/365.
70 degrees. highline. days like this i love this city and i can't imagine living anywhere else.

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eloise hates being strapped into her stroller. we made a pact that i won't use top straps and will only buckle one bottom side strap. this morning we had a date with hot chocolate and a couple friends. on the corner of 14th and 5th, the stroller wheels couldn't power through 8 inches of motor slush, and she flew face first into a cold dirty puddle ( Read more... )

dash snow is dead.

i don't want to write about:
*how startled i am at the tears that flow, seemingly from nowhere, when i pass ground zero. i must have passed by there at least 200 times in the last 8 years...

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