Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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
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
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
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
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
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
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
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
Friday, March 4, 2011
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
-Roo
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I Know I'm Losing My Mind...
...when this is in my head alllllll day.
-Roo
-Roo
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