Friday, April 8, 2011

Listen: Subway Dancing Music



-Roo

God Bless You, Friday


Wake up...shower...listen to loud music while dancing on subway...work...listen to more loud music...leave at 2...go to Duane Reade for junk food...eat junk food in bed while watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (thank you, Netflix instant!!)...take nap...wake up six hours later...wonder what the hell to do at 11pm on a Friday night....watch more Buffy the Vampire Slayer. <3

-Roo

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Bluestockings



I have limited patience for poetry. Thankfully this volume is slim. And again, brightly colored.

-Roo

Sunday, April 3, 2011

So Many Things, part 7


1. Lunchables.

2. Eagle Cam.

3. The "El Guapo" drink special at The Library. A shot of tequila and 24oz of Tecate -- why not?

4. Sunday on the couch watching a Dexter marathon. (Thanks, in part, to the "El Guapo" drink special...)

5. A roommate kind enough to venture out on a Sunday morning and return with bagels.

6. Hot pink Post-It notes.

7. The puppy park at Tompkins Square.

8. The fact that once you put a silk scarf over a cardboard box, you can call it a nightstand and not feel at all like you're living in a crack den.

9. Green satin slippers.

10. Coffee mugs the size of my head.

-Roo

Sunday Funday?


Online TV Shows by Ustream

Hungover Sunday. Watched this for four hours. The eagle turned around once.

-Roo

Friday, April 1, 2011

No Fools Here


I left the house today and nothing horrible happened. It's shaken my faith in my arbitrary system of superstitions. Yay?

-Roo

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Bluestockings




This week's books chosen for their bright, shiny covers. Clearly.

-Roo

Almost Makes Sense...



Almost makes "cents." Oh, Schrodinger, so very clever.




I'm breaking the cell phone rule and the photography rule in order to point out that my gym is afraid of women forgetting to put their clothes on before exiting.




Alcohol and coloring books don't mix.




Well, no it's not. It's a lit candle, you see.

-Roo

Listen: Yellow Ostrich "Whale"



-Roo

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Yep



-Roo

Who buys an $8 bag of Jolly Ranchers?



It used to be a Skittles problem. Now it's a Jolly Ranchers thing. God save my teeth.

-Roo

So Many Things, part 6


1. Brunch. Today @ The Corner Bakery and Cafe. Eggs Florentine = happy.

2. Jolly Ranchers. Jolly is in the name, folks.

3. Weekend flea markets.

4. My grey studded oxfords.

5. Apres-ski sweaters, even if the closest I'll be coming to a mountain anytime soon is the map of Bald Mountain in Sun Valley on my bedroom wall.

6. Vacation planning. Morocco in November? I think yes.

7. Being up before noon on BOTH weekend days. It's a one in a million kind of thing!

8. Related: being out of my HOUSE before noon on both weekend days. Lots of strollers out there in the AM. Very strange.

9. Sunglasses.

10. Aveda Comforting tea. Best. Tea. Ever.

-Roo

Friday, March 25, 2011

Bluestockings




-Roo

Friday Night....Naps


Oh, the excitement of Friday night. And of all the wonderful things I can find to do, the highest on my list is almost invariably GET SOME SLEEP.

But I don't plan it well...passing out at 5pm just to wake up at 11pm wondering "what the hell day is it now?" and then flipping a coin to determine whether to go back to sleep or get myself dressed and stay out all night just seems silly.

So......heads or tails?

-Roo

Listen: The Beta Band - Dry The Rain



-Roo

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Nostalgia Beast



The season is a'changin! In case you haven't noticed it yet, here are some of the ways you can tell...

The calendar is pretty obvious about it. March 20th - WINTER. March 21st - SPRING. It's magic! (And utterly misleading.)

The flora and fauna help. The pigeons are getting friskier, and some of the trees look like they might at least be considering getting some leaves on those bare-ass branches soon.

The days are longer, which means it's not dark when I am walking to the subway, which is nice when I need to realize that my socks don't match before I get all the way to work and have them exposed under fluorescent lighting.

And my heaviest coat -- I don't call it a winter coat because it's not, just like the fan I have in my room during the summer is in no way to be considered air conditioning -- has been left untouched for a week.

But these aside, the truest way to tell that one season is ending and another is beginning is undoubtedly the Nostalgia Beast.

It's a sneaky one, that Nostalgia Beast. You can be listening to the radio on an ordinary New York morning and then find yourself thinking about a Boise hotel that you once ran amok in with the rest of your high school tennis team. Old boyfriends of the last decade suddenly seem like the best people in the whole wide world, in spite of any and every major flaw, and you get upset wondering whatever happened to that strange soccer ball / alien stuffed animal you had when you were ten.

So I'm going to have to say, yep, Spring is coming, cause I can't keep my mind out of the past, and I'm missing the way the carpet in my parents' house smelled when I would lay on the floor with all the pets, soaking up the sun coming through the windows on a Sunday afternoon.

You win this round, Nostalgia Beast. I'll see you again in June.

-Roo

Bluestockings



The New York Public Library is going to start sending me hate mail. The stack of library books is starting to become a stack of overdue library books, one by one (or three by three). And yet I keep going back for more. As far as addictions go, this one seems harmless enough, but if I'm found dead forty years from now and they have to break into my apartment after the meowing of my dozen cats gets so loud the neighbors complain, it's conceivable that they won't be able to open the door because the delinquent books will have overfilled the space and there isn't a square inch of room in which to move.

It's definitely conceivable...

I'm reading as fast as I can, damn it!



Middlesex is the current text, and I'm sure I will finish it as soon as the sound craps out on my laptop again, making it impossible to spend my evening watching Star Trek.

-Roo

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Bluestockings



By page 2, I'd decided that this will be a Saturday night of reading this book cover to cover, listening to 90's music, and drinking muddy coffee. I'll rejoin civilization tomorrow.

-Roo

Friday, March 18, 2011

Listen: GROUPLOVE - Colours



Theme song for Spring 2011 I've decided. Can't stop listening.

-Roo

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Waiting for Summer



This afternoon I was able to sit on my stoop, reading a book and sipping a cup of green tea, without freezing. It immediately made me daydream of this.

-Roo

So Many Things, part 5


1. Ugliest Tattoos. People are dumb.

2. Light Boxes by Shane Jones.

3. Dry shampoo. Mwahaha, I haven't had to wash my hair in 3 days!

4. The Mountain Goats' new album. God damn those vampires, indeed.

5. The "Lost and Found" rule. You leave something of yours in my possession, it becomes officially mine after 90 days unless claimed.

6. Songs with a lot of whistling in them. Like this one.

7. "Kee Mao" is Thai for "shit drunk." It's the best thing I've learned today.

8. Bagel Wednesday.

9. Daylight savings time.

10. Memories of Lake Washington. Memories of a lot of Seattle, actually. That place wasn't so bad.

-Roo

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Listen: Maps "We Can Create"



For running in Manhattan and zoning out.

-Roo

Zzzzzzzzz...


I wonder what it's like to get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep in a night. Even more so, I wonder what it's like to get more than two good nights of sleep in a week.

I'd like to say I get all sorts of marvelous things done with all these sleepless hours, but, alas, mostly I'm just a zombie.

Come out, little gremlins. Come out, and let me exorcise you, and then let me get some fucking sleep. K thx.

-Roo

Bluestockings




-Roo

Thursday, March 10, 2011

To the Death!



I had a dream last night that an evil genius engineered a robot/spider/scorpion to take over the world. It was a disgusting, guinea-pig sized mutant with no face and a lot of rage. Also, it had to be deep-fried to get its power. So...it was a robot/spider/scorpion/piece of Kentucky fried chicken. And I had to stop it from taking over the world.

The ultimate battle took place in the living room of my family's house in Idaho, while my father took a nap in the recliner. Me and a paring knife versus the greasy mutant. And the theme song to this epic event? Crystal Castles feat. Robert Smith. Love.

-Roo

Monday, March 7, 2011

Why I Never Tried Ballet



-Roo

Thinking of Argentina









-Roo

Sick Day Blues


I've been sick more times in the past twelve months than any other time I can remember. Damn you, East Coast germs!

My personal recipe for this particular sick day:

--Green tea with honey.

--Restorative yoga.

--Holy Land by D.J. Waldie.

--Nyquil.

--Naps.

--The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.


Please let this be a short-lived bug! I'm already sick of this couch.

-Roo

Thursday, March 3, 2011

So Many Things, part 4


1. KEXP in Seattle. I never listened to it in the 6 years I lived there. Now I stream it every day.

2. Playing Weather Roulette. Without looking out the window or checking online, just get dressed for what you imagine the weather will be that day. Especially fun in early Spring.

3. Having sound on my work computer again.

4. Having sound on my demon laptop again. (Now I've gone and jinxed it, I'm sure!)

5. The existence of magazines such as Cat Fancy and Sheep!

6. Cherry Coca-Cola.

7. Lookbook.nu

8. The Park Avenue doormen who cheer me on during my midnight runs to Grand Central Station.

9. Men's watches, button-downs, and sweaters.

10. Pilot Precise Rolling Ball pens.

-Roo

Listen: Neutral Milk Hotel



At work I accidentally put this song on repeat. I was kinda out of it -- read: mindless computer zombie, heart and soul sucked dry by fluorescent lighting and bad coffee -- and didn't notice til about an hour later that the song hadn't changed. Then I shrugged and continued to listen to it anyway. It's a fucking great song.

Then I listened to this one a few times:



Then I went home happy.

-Roo

Bluestockings

The pile of library books is running amok. I have til next Saturday to finish all these -- and I haven't started any of them! God damn, guess that means it's time to stop watching Law & Order...






-Roo

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I Know I'm Losing My Mind...

...when this is in my head alllllll day.

-Roo
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Saturday, February 26, 2011

Caturday...







If I just admit I'm a cat lady now, when I don't even have a cat...that's better than waking up at forty with nine cats sharing my bed and then realizing it. Methinks.


I Can Has Cheezburger
!!

(Cat pictured above is Schrodinger. We're in a long-distance relationship.)

-Roo

Friday, February 25, 2011

076 - Suckers - Roman Candles



Going to their show tonight at the Bowery Ballroom.

This song makes me wish I were better at whistling... :)

-Roo

So Many Things, part 3



1. The above video. Best. Commercial. Ever.

2. Taking a mental health day, especially on a Friday cause that means a three-day weekend!

3. The 'Gum Mix at Stereogum. Great blog, and great random mix of music for when I really can't make a decision to save my life.

4. Going to sleep at 9pm every now and then. Even night owls need a break!

5. Suzi Loves Cowboys nail polish by O.P.I. "It looks like you dipped your fingers in chocolate pudding...in a good way." (According to my roommate.)

6. This article on dating from the Village Voice (care of I'm Boy Crazy).

7. Mental Floss -- because where else could you read about a place in England that sells ice cream made from human breast milk? Weird....

8. Avocados.

9. Hemingway Cats. Why do they have so many toes???? Prolly so they can do this...

10. The rain I can hear falling outside. Cause a) I'm not in it, and b) it means it must be warm enough that it's not snow...which I take to mean that Spring could actually happen.

-Roo

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Bluestockings





-Roo

Lack of Cash Leads to Curious Chain of Events



Last night, I as stood shivering at an Upper West Side bus stop with my dear friend, midway through our trip home after seeing Lady Gaga as MSG -- which left me feeling as if I may have accidentally joined a cult, as there was a lot of preaching, you see, and blood, and strange rituals -- I realized that I was smoking the last cigarette in my pack.

This made me realize that I only have twenty bucks to last me until my next paycheck...which is still almost a week away.

This led to some quick math where I tried to justify spending twelve of those twenty dollars on a pack of cigarettes that would last me about three days. My better judgment won out.

I told my friend to dare me to not smoke until my next paycheck. I have little self control on my own, but find it nearly impossible to resist a dare.

She dared me.

I woke up this morning realizing that I wouldn't be having a cigarette as I walked to the subway. I panicked, then let my masochist side take over and suggest: What if you just quit altogether? It's going to fucking suck to go all week without a smoke...so why not make it extra difficult and painful and go ahead and say you're done...forever! And then the masochist side of me dared me. Ass.

At eleven am, I flipped out on my boss in an email. Around one pm, I felt the need to kick a puppy. On my commute home, I kicked a girl's backpack -- which thankfully was not on her back at the time, though that may have felt more satisfying.

After eating most of a box of Girl Scout cookies and a block of Swiss cheese for dinner -- no money for groceries, either, it appears -- the masochist came out again. "Hey," is said,"I dare you to go run three miles with your bad attitude, smoker's lungs, and gut full of sugar and cheese..." And I did.

Then it said,"Well, since you aren't miserable enough, yet, let's try this: instead of ending your night with a few glasses of Jameson in a dark, creepy bar, let's do yoga! And then go to sleep!"

Here I'm rebelling. I'm sitting on the yoga mat, yes, but I'm doing it with my computer on my lap and a scowl on my face. But now I'm thinking: if on the off-chance this whole not-smoking and running and staying in on occasion thing takes root, I can blame it all on being a total failure at making a monthly budget.

-Roo