tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118823442011-06-08T02:47:27.728-04:00Indulging my habitual oversharing, love of minutiae and tendency to speak in superlatives about even the most random and mundane tidbits of life in swell New York City since 2005. Alternately, a warm fuzzy home for the management of my mediocrity. (Also where I use big words -compliments of dictionary.com- in sentences, so I can remember them.)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.comBlogger4161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-73370543059339757972008-12-27T08:46:00.004-05:002008-12-27T09:15:58.125-05:00

At this point in life, I pretty much consider myself a die-hard New Yorker. I live here, I love it here and while I am willing to believe that there may be a wild pack of horses that have the power to drag me out of this place, I hope to live within the boundaries of the five boroughs for the entirety of my life. Like most NYC transplants, I rep here shamelessly. And, for validation, I

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-68894534500255857242008-12-21T19:24:00.003-05:002008-12-21T19:27:25.015-05:00

Obviously just because we New Yorkers pay more for our apartments than in many other places does NOT mean that in the dead of winter our heat works any better.HELLO LANDLORD? I AM FREEZING MY LITTLE BLACK ASS OFF. Please to fix.Geez. The only thing warming my soul right now is that Bednobs and Broomsticks is on Turner Classic Movies and I somehow remember the words to all the songs even though

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-24768989995934257242008-12-21T08:08:00.003-05:002008-12-21T08:17:58.863-05:00

It's been a minute Omnium-Gatherum. And now of course, it's time for the annual talk of becoming older.I love a snowy morning, and right now, big fat delicious snowflakes are falling from the sky. Needless to say, I prefer looking at my snow through the windows of my apartment while making yummy cold-weather food. In fact, the winter hibernation is in full force--maybe in fuller force than ever.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-7252242201419470772008-11-03T08:48:00.002-05:002008-11-03T08:49:18.433-05:00

Of late, I've been dallying with another blog on the sly:http://www.letterstoemiNY.blogspot.com

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-5537911328222901702008-11-03T08:26:00.005-05:002008-11-03T08:31:04.143-05:00

Do you have a hero? Have you ever had a crush on a 96 year old?Studs Terkel was mine. And I did. Even though I think people who cite their "heroes" on a regular basis are lame and too used to filling out social networking profiles.R.I.P Studs. He had a beautiful, quirky, politically viable, humanist brain and I adored him.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-57268604157097843682008-11-03T08:15:00.003-05:002008-11-03T08:25:15.831-05:00

Dear me, dear my--I am in a tizzy over this election.Over the years, I have generally avoided the 24-hour news cycle. Not so this past two months. (Or more.) I have watched more CNN/MSNBC/Fox News (for reference)/NY1 (for the NYC perspective) than I ever thought I would. I have been in sync with every political joke and viral internet video that has happened. I have pored through the papers

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-87690935932859134742008-10-10T08:44:00.004-04:002008-10-10T09:07:36.543-04:00

I was watching Fox News last night (in order to see if I could put myself in someone else's shoes) and I saw what looked like a brown man bashing Obama in broad daylight. If I had bunny ears on my TV, I would have adjusted them, because it was unreal.Instead of being weirded out or man, I am currently deliberating on how we can revoke his membership to the club. One thing is for sure, he's

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-18137892837302503152008-09-21T11:04:00.003-04:002008-09-21T11:14:55.020-04:00

It would be just my luck to return from vacation and descend immediately into the throes of a full on flu. Of course.But just because I'm bed-bound, coughing, jet lagged and having thousands of panic attacks about all the work I need to get done at the job I was missing from for two weeks (and thus encouraging procrastination) doesn't make me a better blogger. Of course it doesn't.However, a few

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-26193895006532506902008-09-12T11:05:00.005-04:002008-09-12T11:17:01.032-04:00

I was pretty sure that I was going to update this blog on a daily basis throughout the vacation. This is not going to happen.All I have to say is this:and this:and this:

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-57673213639557925332008-09-03T19:31:00.003-04:002008-09-03T19:39:04.068-04:00

Basically, I've been obsessed with planning. I've been obsessively reading every single food blog and magazine and guide book and newspaper article archive I can find that will give me some idea of what I want to stuff my face with when I get to France on Saturday morning.I want to eat everything.I want galettes and crepes and terrines and boudin noir and sweet things and loire valley wine sans

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-32588995392065232062008-08-27T15:10:00.003-04:002008-08-27T15:23:47.027-04:00

It been like a year since I've done one of these and since the sidebars on this blog are way, way late---lets go!Books: Down and Out in London and ParisBlackwaterHitchcock/Truffaut I am LegendThe Art of EatingThe Alice B. Toklas Cookbook (thanks J)Movies: Year of the DogLars and the Real GirlVicky Christina BarcelonaThe Last Mistress (tonight! sounds like a corset-ripple, people)I Am Legend Music

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-10102798214827823132008-08-27T15:01:00.003-04:002008-08-27T15:08:39.479-04:00

I've struggled with the idea of higher education since I graduated from college. I've always felt somehow incomplete without a graduate degree, but truth be told, I never really knew what I actually wanted to do with myself enough to locate a degree that I actually wanted. (Not to mention that my parents would be THRILLED if I went back to school and I've only recently outgrown wanting to do the

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-42535730208079668202008-08-25T08:53:00.004-04:002008-08-25T09:02:52.786-04:00

I used to love IKEA. And you would think that I would love it even more now that there is one in my very own borough....False.Long story short is that there was a box.Ahem, a BIG box.Full of a kitchen bench that served as a prop in J's play. And it was REALLY heavy. It needed to be bought and dragged home via foot, ferry and subway, making us friends (read: folks who pitied us so much they wanted

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-84137238123924373372008-08-21T17:55:00.003-04:002008-08-21T18:03:26.307-04:00

I had a Jewish grandfather. I have a Chinese uncle. My stepmother has family in Amarillo, Texas and Someplace, Oklahoma (and you'll gather not the Black part of town). A few weeks ago, we welcomed our first half-Mexican cousin. The Lucas' apparently enjoy some good old fashioned miscegenation. Fair enough.My point is that I'm comfortable living in a world where we'll all likely end up being some

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-71971640547989237912008-08-19T20:50:00.003-04:002008-08-19T20:54:44.000-04:00

Went about 10 years too late to Nobu and hated it. Passionately.Actually "hate" is too strong. I was completely and totally bored with the food. That is many bucks a family member spent on a meal that I will not remember by next week.I felt nothing.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-58648816907248837232008-08-19T08:48:00.000-04:002008-08-19T08:49:19.310-04:00

R.I.P. Tarragon.Did these plants make some kind of frickin' suicide pact, cause this is getting ridiculous.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-32687939159448079552008-08-19T08:36:00.003-04:002008-08-19T08:47:56.757-04:00

Remember how I was complaining that I hadn't done anything I wanted this summer. Well it was a weekendus mirabilis! (And if the year keeps on like its going, soon to be a whole quarterus mirabilis, maybe even annus???)In three short days I managed to attend two going away parties (one with bbq'ed meat! one with dancing!), cooked fried chicken/string beans/mac&cheese/brownies, had oysters, watched

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-14521543896072084642008-08-15T09:11:00.002-04:002008-08-15T09:14:54.492-04:00

Remember I was all proud mama about my little nerdy fire escape herb garden?Well, Sage is doing well; Rosemary is looking a little tired, but good; Tarragon, Thai Basil and Sweet Basil--A-OK. But MINT, PARSLEY AND BOTH THYMES ARE DEAD. I killed them. Red motherfucking Rum. (Photos forthcoming.)Bad mommy. Can I get a dog now?

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-54289607563552199742008-08-15T09:03:00.003-04:002008-08-15T09:08:55.270-04:00

I am absolutely a creature of habit.I go nuts if I forget to set my coffee timer the night before. I go to the same coffee place every single day (3/4 coffee, 1 sugar, steamed milk, room on the top so I don't spill on train). I sit on the same side of the couch when I'm reading and I have a very specific side of the bed (which is recently getting challenged with a persistence and fury that I am

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-90642726838141825202008-08-15T08:55:00.003-04:002008-08-15T09:10:57.052-04:00

The bad day passed, and actually turned into quite the good day:--A summer rainstorm (during which I actually had an umbrella)--Dinner at DuMont (Burger, Kir Royale, a ravioli snatched from another's plate)--And a lovely evening with the boy all to myselfAnd plans for tonight that are a mystery to me:"Instructions to come, plan to be semi-dressy, plan to not get home before midnight..."Today is

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-23855019336655868832008-08-14T10:37:00.002-04:002008-08-14T10:46:44.347-04:00

Lisa is having one of those bad weeks again.The thing I hate most is not being able to locate whats wrong, because if one knows what is wrong, then duh(!), one can fix it.Instead, I am just sort of angsty, inconsolable and find myself very distracted/moody/fidgety. Perhaps I need to do more of what I like to do. This summer has not been an activity driven one... and I find myself literally pining

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-90470792856750101352008-08-13T13:20:00.005-04:002008-08-13T13:30:44.201-04:00

Have you ever behaved like a total nutter and lunatic?Have you ever picked a five hour fight that doesn't even really make sense to you?Have you ever changed your plans seven times in one night and ended up really doing nothing?Have you ever gotten promoted at work, and had the announcement make you want to cry tears of sadness?Hmmm... well, you too might just have been sucker punched by raging

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-49525275253153836822008-08-12T14:55:00.001-04:002008-08-12T14:57:29.340-04:00

There are already 34,635 reasons that Barack Obama should be my president.Number 345 is that he dances EXACTLY LIKE MY MAMA.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-35686965374216498402008-08-11T07:34:00.002-04:002008-08-11T07:54:08.334-04:00

Readers, do you know that I think about food a lot? I think that you do. And lately, all the more so since there is a lurking person in my house much of the time who happily slurps up any and all food that appears at my table.It has been a busy summer, far busier than the last, and so I haven't been experimenting with jams and pickles and summer salads and chilled soups the way I planned, which

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-5239426164282391772008-08-05T15:29:00.004-04:002008-08-05T15:56:21.647-04:00

So I always thought I was a relatively environmentally minded person.I recycle. I have a shiny red Sigg bottle that I dutifully fill with water multiple times a day instead of buying bottled water. I don't litter. I have retired my SUV into my grandmother's garage.There a is big overgrown man that is at my house most of the time who might as well be poking me in the face with reminders of what a

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-72831706717661796872008-08-05T15:13:00.004-04:002008-08-05T15:28:08.266-04:00

Life, as it tends to, has just eaten me up of late. Despite evidence to the contrary, I do and will still blog here.So here are the notes from my underground, or lets be realistic, stories of where I've been, which is curled up into this man who cooks me dinner and rubs my back and surprises me with sunflowers and impresses my parents...We spent a weekend in Sag Harbor (plus C + R + N + A +

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-76107424330600532862008-07-18T07:28:00.002-04:002008-07-18T07:46:22.894-04:00

No lie, people. It's time for drastic measures.I am a grown ass woman. Of course this statement is predicated on the assumption that one is still allowed to drop the "grown ass woman" line when one keeps getting to payday, only to find she has $1.35 left to her name. (This excludes the $0.44 that is clinging desperately [like one of those hanging on turds that Eddie Murphy so delightfully

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-54571486085606793962008-07-01T09:41:00.002-04:002008-07-01T09:44:03.806-04:00

1. Blinds that let it just enough light to let you know its morning, but not enough to shock you into being awake.2. A pair of big, strong lovely arms, holding onto you like they mean it.3. A strong cup of coffee, sipped leisurely because you woke up early, and NPR playing in the background.4. A good hair day and a pretty summer dress to put on.5. An interesting article in the New Yorker to read

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-82417834236940813652008-06-29T15:06:00.005-04:002008-08-05T16:28:18.175-04:00

You know, this vacation was lovely. For the most part, exactly as I planned--lazy and formless and restful. But true to form, I am not good with huge chunks of time with nothing to do. I get bored easily. Eventually, I will get stir crazy.And today, the last day of a full 10 days of not-working, has been the most excruciating, disappointing, letdown of a day ever. It rained, I cooked a big ass

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-42220682537864309372008-06-28T15:02:00.005-04:002008-06-28T15:07:56.519-04:00

There is a boy.And I like him quite a bit.For those who have been reading for some time now, you know that I haven't said anything like that in quite a while. But, be still my heart, this fellow is absolutely charming and kind and smart. AND definitely not a fucking nutcase (!!!). And that's all I'm going to say about that. We shall see then, won't we.But trust that I am smiling quite a bit these

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-20986377875950253012008-06-26T00:07:00.002-04:002008-06-26T00:26:28.445-04:00

I generally keep things like the fact that I watch and obsess over reality television a secret. I'm happy to admit to watching Top Chef and anything else on Bravo, but thats about it. The rest of it is my dirty little secret. Its my black girl in Brooklyn meets middle america moment.The shocking truth is that I watch the Real World, I also watch A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila and most beloved

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-87639801557727367472008-06-25T09:28:00.002-04:002008-06-26T00:27:06.388-04:00

Staycation, day 5 (shit, did I really just say that out loud??):I am officially a person who can do nothing.Generally, I fret when I have downtime. I pace, I leave the house in search of something to do, I call people I haven't spoken with in ages. In short, I am god-awful at relaxing. But given the last couple days, I HAVE COMPLETELY CHANGED MY MIND. I love being bored and lazy. It's fabulous.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-16333555780642157722008-06-21T08:11:00.007-04:002008-06-21T08:41:14.330-04:00

It was only a matter of time.I have spent most of my short life never bothering to spend more than one precious fleeting moment thinking about trying to have a plant in my house. First things first, I am ridiculously lazy about things like this. Who wants to have to take care of yet another thing. Secondly, I have murdered every single plant I have ever had to babysit, that has been gifted or

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-40035565347667365532008-06-20T09:35:00.002-04:002008-06-20T09:43:52.180-04:00

People who from elsewhere are always surprised by the way that people in New York work. Sometimes, when I look up from my computer in the middle of the winter and notice that its 10pm, I'm fucking surprised. I was also surprised when not one, but two years passed by and I realized I hadn't taken a vacation.So I decided to do something about it. First, I am taking this week off. This whole

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-7394268306030131102008-06-05T07:48:00.000-04:002008-06-05T07:49:21.665-04:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-74843742888687584372008-06-04T21:00:00.003-04:002008-06-04T21:09:04.174-04:00

There is a serious lack of photographic evidence of my latest obsession and triumph over a food aversion.After many, many ignorant years of thinking "ick", "hell no", and feeling like a complete moron--I have conquered the oyster. Perhaps if someone had just told me not to chew and instead to swallow and to chase with a glass of Muscadet--I would have known better.Alas, I am more than happy to

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-35323838936603154892008-06-04T12:12:00.003-04:002008-06-04T12:25:08.433-04:00

Being all, ahem, grown up now--one recognizes certain things about oneself that have changed. I am far more freckled than I once was. I cannot drink like I used to. I am not old, of course, but I am definitely different.Things change you. And then you are different, and there's not much to be done to change back, is there? I, for instance, used to be pretty fearless about being open and relaxed

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-71894951076919826832008-06-03T22:35:00.005-04:002008-06-03T22:46:54.403-04:00

I just got off the phone with my grandmother and she was in tears.My father is in shock.I don't have time for the conversation I am sure I would have with my mother.We all knew. But we didn't really know did we? Everyone thought so, but it doesn't feel like we did. It feels like... well, it feels like there is a black man standing in St. Paul Minnesota claiming the democratic nomination for the

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-54073919409238891292008-05-26T10:15:00.002-04:002008-05-26T10:18:47.332-04:00

Got to give it up to this Memorial Day weekend. The weather is exquisite and the weekend has been chock-a-block.On the flip side, having three whole days to do whatever I like with reminds that there are 20 books waiting to be read, nearly as many movies to be watched and an unholy amount of produce in my fridge that needs cooking.Beer, friends, is a distraction from all these things. But sitting

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-69657608477724789232008-05-21T08:50:00.003-04:002008-05-21T08:58:36.045-04:00

...and yet.There is a huge deficit of adrenaline in my body right now and therefore I am. Each year, I push myself to the limits for months (at work) and instead of the natural satisfaction and pride one should feel in a job well done--I always end it feeling a little defeated. Wishing I could enjoy the (almost) good weather, wishing I were still (gasp) working hard. I think everyone feels it--

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-24097942700732869962008-05-11T18:32:00.003-04:002008-05-11T18:40:52.759-04:00

Me and my mother have issues. We have big, super-size, seemingly insurmountable issues. We always have had them. We have these issues often, loudly and publicly. We have these issues over and over again.Today, we had issues loudly and publicly, as per usual, on a street in Brooklyn and my mother started crying. And telling me how much she loves me. And hugging me. My mother, who doesn't do this

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-1753295281704353692008-05-11T10:55:00.003-04:002008-05-11T11:10:51.118-04:00

Every year, there is a five-month life-lapse inspired by that job of mine. Fortunately, that time has passed and there are small moments here and there to return to me and to this blog and blather on about this and that. In the past three years, I've been really thankful to be so busy. I had a lot I wanted to avoid. So long nights and working weekends were really good for me. Now, I feel a little

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-53721560021621991452008-03-19T08:12:00.003-04:002008-03-19T08:18:48.857-04:00

Its been a long time. There is a reason. My former computer got some form of computer AIDS. It died. I have a new computer now, she's a Mac and her name is Stella. And I feel like together we will reestablish our presence on the internet. Alas, that will have to wait as slowly but surely it has become what I refer to as "the busy time". The time where I have no time to write, where I don't sleep

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-85731899904723217462008-02-19T13:48:00.002-05:002008-02-19T13:51:21.312-05:00

It is probably for the best that I wasn't born in Victorian-era England, being Black and all. It probably wouldn't have been pretty. But oh man, I do really wish we could all return to a time where people, in their outward behavior--if not in their hearts, had some fucking manners. There are ways that things are SUPPOSED TO WORK. And y'all, here in NYC, that shit is broke down as hell.People

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-43092890429581322762008-02-12T17:32:00.001-05:002008-02-12T17:39:30.560-05:00

Things are pretty nutty these days. Comprised of just flying out the door, running around all day long, finally coming home, cooking something and then falling asleep wherever I find myself. This part of the year suits me. It keeps me out of trouble. And if you look at the past 3 years of January posts on this thing--you'll see that I tend not to like January. This year was not so sad, but more

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-65135580807070000402008-01-28T13:33:00.001-05:002008-03-19T08:21:10.171-04:00

Although I've really liked writing this blog... I still feel like the exact same girl I was when I started it 3.5 years ago--and if I had known that I never would have decided to publish my personal failures on the internet.No one wants to read the same boring Lisa story forever. Not even me. And I'm chock full of vanity. This story is starting to suck.I could have written just one post and left

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-36224597502970313432008-01-15T18:28:00.000-05:002008-01-15T18:54:40.148-05:00

Lately, the world has made me feel like I am a pushing kind of person. I never really thought that being direct was so bad. But everyone else seems to think so.Its not that easy to change. I wish that the the judging kind of persons could give the pushing kind of persons a little bit of a break once in while. You know?

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-39083741809567348912008-01-04T14:17:00.000-05:002008-01-04T14:20:27.146-05:00

Shit show.I have used this phrase at least 200 times today because that is exactly what today is. Now, I'm relatively tough. I can take one bad thing, maybe even two. But three? four? And a hangover? I do not appreciate the universe allowing me to have this kind of day. I resent it. Too much for a 16 hour time period, six of which were spent sleeping.It was SUPPOSED to be a fucking birthday

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-3367876807710161762008-01-02T11:40:00.000-05:002008-01-02T11:48:48.972-05:00

Have I mentioned before that my birthday is New Year's Day?Or that I wish every year that my birthday was something normal like June 6th or something.To put it in clear, if crass, terms... being born on January 1st completely sucks fucking balls.Not to mention, my dear dear dear friend SKE moved to Miami on this very same day.Jan 1, 2008 was a very bad, no good, sad, dud of a day.I suspect that

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-88234060822284027252007-12-05T10:52:00.001-05:002007-12-05T10:52:52.496-05:00

I live in a world of worst case scenarios.It's so awesome.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-50096625912166475162007-12-04T12:54:00.000-05:002007-12-04T17:53:23.359-05:00

Its been a weird, weird month and one full of odd choices and decisions at that.The best way that I can describe right now, today, and how I am feeling is to equate it to how I feel before I have a dinner party--an infrequent indulgence.For weeks beforehand, I plan. I obsess. I overthink. The party is usually a small and simple matter, just a way to marry my love of making food with my love of

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-36285581938870575062007-11-19T17:15:00.000-05:002007-11-19T17:32:25.516-05:00

The concept of "the stranger" is universal. Someone that you do not know. In New York, the concept of the very same stranger is something entirely different. We are conditioned to live with 9 million or so other souls and to somehow tolerate them. We smell them on the subway, we brush against them on the street, we half-smile or shut-them out when we see them in hallways. We wear sunglasses when

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-74105102082163675062007-11-16T13:59:00.000-05:002007-11-16T14:17:33.783-05:00

Wake. Move. Sleep. Dream.Wake. Move. Sleep. Dream.Wake. Move. Sleep. Dream.ad infinitum.Thats what the past few days have been like. Incredibly busy, but also incredibly full of nothing very interesting. Long meetings, receptions after work, normal life, and not very much time to myself. Newspapers, trains and subways, BBC world report on NPR in the morning, countless cups of coffee, the farmers

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-64667643652587437422007-11-12T17:31:00.000-05:002007-11-16T14:42:53.295-05:00

I think I listened to Dylan's "Buckets of Rain" at least 42 times this weekend.Over and over and over.Mostly while driving to Annapolis, in the rain.And partly because I only had two CD's.But most importantly because I think I just wish there was someone to call me "honey baby." Not just someone, as in anyone. But someone who could call me honey baby and not sound stupid. Or contrived. Or

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-575498622389372572007-11-12T15:49:00.000-05:002007-11-16T14:39:25.411-05:00

I realize and acknowledge that I am a sentimental asshole. Its true. Besides the obsessive cataloging of ephemera, the drying of flowers, the closing my eyes and trying to bring back the feeling I had "then"--I'm just a fool for a moment to remember.I didn't see this one coming. A few weeks ago, I would have said "God help me, I am going to a wedding in Annapolis to see a Naval officer marry his

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-65840628991309352162007-11-05T08:44:00.000-05:002007-11-05T09:06:27.267-05:00

This time last year, people, I was flailing around like a fish out of water trying to figure out (a) how to get happy and (b) what to do with myself . I was a big old mess. One year later, and lo and behold, I've never really been more content. Now lets not confuse content with happy... I've been noticing that the lack of space in this city is getting on my last nerve lately and my fuse remains

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-76329044731749941952007-10-19T07:51:00.000-04:002007-10-19T11:17:20.922-04:00

Today, I reached the peak of my own irresponsibility. It doesn't get better than this.At 7:13am, I retrieved a still cooking, nay flaming, cake from my oven that was placed in the oven at 10:09pm last night at a temperature of 350 degrees. With much confusion, I stomped my feet on the floors and pinched my cheeks to confirm that I am, in fact, still alive and my house has not burned down.Is there

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-89358412449806397702007-10-17T19:23:00.000-04:002007-10-17T20:23:03.345-04:00

Now I'm about to talk about Elliot Smith. And I'm going to talk about one of his songs and how well I feel that it resonates with my own life. And I know that when you start quoting Elliot Smith and relating it to your own life, you are dangerously close to becoming a horrible, awful cliche. I know this. And yet, I will forge on.Elliot Smith sang a perfect song, Somebody That I Used to Know,

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-58419613180164299562007-10-14T08:35:00.000-04:002007-10-14T08:45:01.316-04:00

At last, it is fall. Like, fall for real. I have worn a coat, purchased my first butternut squash and farmers market sweet potato for pie. I have declined to eat outside (which I have steadfastly insisted on through each and every hot summer day). I have been drinking red wine with gusto and forsaken Rose. I have whipped out the space heater for a cold morning of drinking coffee and reading in my

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-25073733807708200452007-10-05T07:54:00.000-04:002007-10-05T08:03:59.785-04:00

So I see that my last post was on September 17th. My calendar tells me its October 4th. And while that isn't really a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, in terms of attempting to summarize the past few weeks, it is certainly long enough to seem daunting.I cooked a dinner for 10 people. (And made my own veal stock.)I discovered that wine is something I am mightily interested in. (As in

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-17100924299097010422007-09-17T16:29:00.000-04:002007-09-17T16:30:49.599-04:00

In case you miss it, please note the familial resemblance to "Dollar Bill".

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While I'm on a roll.I received a beautiful invitation today to a dear friends wedding. I am happy for their love. I am excited to celebrate their day with them.I have been to 6 weddings since 2003 and I have taken a guest to NONE of them. I would ask that all future invitations to celebrations of love be adressed to me alone. If I would like to bring a guest, I will call and ask if I may. Cause

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-30998830493580774802007-09-11T11:45:00.000-04:002007-09-11T11:55:35.780-04:00

I hate transitions. I am going to go ahead and self-diagnose myself with S.A.D.S. (something or other related to depression based on the changing of the seasons). Roughly four times a year, I COMPLETELY freak out. There is something disconcerting about just having gotten used to things being the way they were, when all of a sudden, three months later, everything is different all over again.Part

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-56692808222564021682007-09-09T10:28:00.000-04:002007-09-09T10:47:04.168-04:00

I'm going to talk about faith for a moment. Not the god bless you kind, but the in people kind.I have always been a person who expects, on all fronts, the very worst. I had all sorts of tricks and deflections that I used when I was little to try and manage my feelings when I wanted something very badly, but was naturally disposed to know I wouldn't get to have it. I would try to envision the

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-77687737969464232612007-08-30T09:04:00.000-04:002007-08-30T09:14:48.323-04:00

This has been a long, lazy, lovely summer. And I haven't been blogging much, because there is nothing to tell. I've been cooking incessantly, falling back in love with the cookbook, sleeping later, working harder than expected, reading about science (an interest developed independently of The Physicist), eating lots of food, and wandering through the lovely city.There have been lots of Margaritas

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-58659249949444591172007-08-09T16:24:00.000-04:002007-08-09T16:26:10.333-04:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-14865462324202847162007-08-09T11:57:00.000-04:002007-08-09T12:05:03.326-04:00

A few things I hate about always being effectively single (and yes, we do like the Physicist, but serious, it is not):1. My inability to grocery shop for one person. I always end up with a fridge that looks like I am a family of four.2. Bad days at work. Television or a book don't give good hugs.3. Night terror. Occasionally, I wake up and can't move even though my brain is working. I think there

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-32922887773990717622007-08-08T23:34:00.000-04:002007-08-08T23:44:37.640-04:00

Tonight while discussing the raging New York City heat with the Physicist, he mentioned that occasionally gets BO in his right armpit, but never in his left. I'm not entirely sure if this is physically possible, but I think he sniffed to check.Have I mentioned, readers, that weirdness makes me swoon?Later, we chatted further about the topic are both now in firm agreement that despite all manner

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-8862335685951041192007-08-04T10:02:00.000-04:002007-08-04T10:07:31.275-04:00

So I was a bit of a grouch last week. Perhaps it was the week of not getting to see the Physicist (alas, he has been named!), perhaps it was that it was 100,000 degrees everyday in NYC, perhaps it was the fact that my fridge has gotten so stuffed that I am in an emergency state every single time I open it.A batch of Sticky Toffee Pudding and a heavy dose of Bravo reality TV always does the

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-13234005457173159152007-08-02T20:35:00.000-04:002007-08-02T20:42:32.796-04:00

Tonight, I made three jars of Apricot Preserves and a Roast Pork Loin with Shitake and Leek Compote (recipe here, totally worth it, it makes me think of winter, which I totally wish it were right now), drank a glass of shiraz, continued to plow through "The Making of the Atomic Bomb" and am now about to indulge in some terrible reality TV. NPR is blasting classical music in the background and

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-81032414798515470212007-08-01T15:09:00.001-04:002007-08-01T15:21:26.196-04:00

Do you ever have long periods of time where you wonder what you have been doing with yourself? Or when a month or so has gone by and you know you read some books, watched some movies, did some things, worked, slept, ate--but it kind of feels like you weren't even there, despite the memories you have of doing said things?Thats kind of what its like right now.I'm somewhere in between activity and

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-84056510084719007572007-07-28T18:31:00.000-04:002007-07-28T18:39:39.334-04:00

La la la la la la.Lisa is in a very good mood, despite the hot weather and humidity. I've finally returned home, pleasantly tired and relaxed from a two day stint shopping, eating, drinking and discussing the finer points of how to procure Watermelon Juice without a mess with family, bbq'ing on a roof with a lovely, lovely boy (and friends), sleeping in and having lazy Saturday brunch. It's been

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-35495457060264588482007-07-25T15:29:00.002-04:002007-07-25T15:31:46.666-04:00

Listen to "Friday Night at the Drive-in Bingo".Finally, I can listen to Jens without having to think about Goteborg, Sweden or the Swede since THERE IS NEW MUSIC AT LAST that has nothing to do with that quagmire. At long last... A new era.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-44996204889276497482007-07-20T18:54:00.001-04:002007-07-20T19:05:00.100-04:00

I really didn't want to be sick today. Normally, I love a lazy sick day... sitting at home underneath the covers reading and resting and recovering. Tea and sympathy and maybe Seth comes over for a good old fashioned scrabble match. Today, its cooler than it has been all week, I've been loving work and I'm all caught up on my reading and movies--I didn't want to stay home.Once the advil and

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-21742043474964573012007-07-19T10:13:00.000-04:002007-07-19T10:21:29.385-04:00

This summer will be fondly remembered as the summer where I hacked all night, every night. For some strange reason, I seem to have caught every single summer bug that I could possibly catch--which coupled with the muggy nights, my dislike of A/C and my inability to sleep without a giant down blanket (even in the summer)--has made for some seriously not very good sleep. Despite this newfound

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-3090035547908729162007-07-13T09:32:00.000-04:002007-07-13T09:46:57.467-04:00

Summer somehow just eats my ability to post here. Perhaps I should rename this place "The Winter Blog." I'm not sure what it is, since while busy, I certainly have some time where I could be telling all of you whats going on.Anyhow, I don't have much to share except that I am alive, that the New York Times will irritatingly cost $1.25 as of Monday morning and that life is really, terrifically

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-88289640280563439352007-06-18T22:12:00.000-04:002007-06-18T22:25:34.112-04:00

Today I found myself in the back of theater full of people suffering from Alzheimer's who were watching an interactive program of short clips from famous films--the sole point being to watch and remember. The general premise, I gather, is that by engaging with films or art or other collectively memorable things--one can inspire small moments of remembrance.It seems like a small thing, being able

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-17901049301020891952007-06-15T09:41:00.000-04:002007-06-15T09:46:56.954-04:00

or rather summer bands:Rodrigo y Gabriela (Mexican guitar rockers living in Dublin) Ra Ra Riot (Syracuse Pop) Detektivbyran (Swedish Accordian electronic loveliness) The Harlem Shakes (Brooklyn Pop) Ferraby Lionheart (LA/Nashville Country-esque Hipster Pop) Mmmmmm!

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-86573119266883438442007-06-15T09:27:00.001-04:002007-06-15T09:34:11.762-04:00

A few days ago I mentioned that Patricia Wells thinks the best way to roast a chicken is to rub goose fat all over it before you throw it in the oven. I thought this was an insane idea since who the fuck knows where to get goose fat, without finding a goose, removing its fat and using that??? But last night when I took a quick browse through Balducci's, there it was --- a big, shining, glorious

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-61445819796276250612007-06-14T08:13:00.000-04:002007-06-14T08:21:44.032-04:00

My day at the Brooklyn Supreme Court has reaffirmed my faith in justice -- after sitting in a room with over 100 angry potential jurors for 7 hours, I was released without so much as anyone speaking to me about any possible cases. I'm still not sure why it took 7 hours for them to realize that there were about 70 people too many, but no matter, I was release with a letter that frees me from

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-69618604055191746882007-06-11T14:52:00.000-04:002007-06-11T14:56:28.309-04:00

WHO KNEW I HAD LISTENED TO BEIRUT THAT MANY TIMES? At 4 minutes a song, thats a whole lotta Beirut. Surely, I must have had something else to do with those 632 minutes. Sheesh, Lisa.God help me, must neighbors must want me dead.table.lfmWidget20070611185235 td {margin:0 !important;padding:0 !important;border:0 !important;}table.lfmWidget20070611185235 tr.lfmHead a:hover {background:url(http://

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-78585242059552227192007-06-10T17:21:00.000-04:002007-06-11T11:08:09.289-04:00

After an afternoon baking a pie with my dear friend M (who, in a moment of truth, left before the pie was ready), there are simply no words. The pie is baking as we speak, and I sure hope it tastes better than it looks. God save the Queen. ***Update: The pie was actually killer, despite how, erm, challenged it looked.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-41968841372318000002007-06-10T10:03:00.000-04:002007-06-10T10:22:51.237-04:00

There are a number of things that I need to learn how to do that I have no excuse for not knowing how to do (or that I should stop refusing to do)... I have no idea how to change a flat tire, which as a girl who is irresponsible and will drive over nearly anything (what could happen?? I'm in a car!!)--is simply something I should know how to do. I should also learn how to sew a button, fold a

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-90719278747936029112007-06-10T09:23:00.000-04:002007-06-10T09:57:49.806-04:00

Sometimes I really wish this were a food blog. I wish that when I woke up this morning and wanted to give the internet every last detail of the food frenzy that was yesterday, I wasn't scared that I might be boring folks. I wish that everyone was as excited as I am about the tub of handmade Ricotta I just found locally and about the the thousand uses of Harissa paste that I have been faithfully

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-5068951004323835512007-06-08T08:13:00.000-04:002007-06-08T08:21:44.829-04:00

I love summer.Not only is it hot, not only are the nights long, not only have I grown accustomed to (and come to love) the sounds of my neighbors who sit outside until midnight every night when its warm......but its MY season for music/movies to consume. I like Oscar season alright, as much as anyone else, but now is the season for small films to make their mark (or big films from other places) -

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-5623046794046775462007-05-30T08:28:00.000-04:002007-06-10T09:58:53.643-04:00

I urgently feel the need to commend the phone service representatives at the New York State Department of Motor Vehicles. And I feel so very unlike myself in doing so -- you see, I've never done too well with phone service representatives in general.I attribute these failures to my mother, who I think has genetically passed on a fiery disposition, an inability to suffer fools gladly and a general

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-56937390608885226362007-05-29T21:05:00.000-04:002007-05-29T21:19:33.160-04:00

Blogging is a funny thing. You are meant to record your thoughts, keeping a relatively accurate state of the union and then you miss a day, then you miss two and then you start deliberately missing days because you no longer know where to start...And then one day you absentmindedly check your statcounter and see that 100 people have read your un-updated blog! In four hours! Fortunately the

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-64030359834608315792007-05-12T10:09:00.000-04:002007-05-12T10:11:27.831-04:00

So it turns out that after many weeks of working too hard and wondering what it will be like to have an actual day off -- when the time comes, its not as easy as it should be to relax.Thought of the day: I find it incredibly hard to switch gears.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-33524743515485918812007-05-08T12:23:00.000-04:002007-05-08T12:28:24.847-04:00

I'm a little in love with the simplicity of this. A beautiful point and a sweet, sweet little film.Made by a friend of a friend. She's right, you have to start somewhere.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-44662926896904472722007-05-08T07:22:00.000-04:002007-05-08T07:33:59.092-04:00

I've never had a nickname before. People occasionally call me "Lis" or "LL" or even, gasp, "L-Boogie" or "Big L" (which are never appreciated but always politely tolerated as a girl without a nickname can't really be picky).Last week, however, in a "kids say the damndest things" moment bar none -- I got my new nickname. So for reasons I won't go into, this little kid was spending a lot of time

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171693106749655046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11882344.post-20657628487974249942007-05-08T07:14:00.000-04:002007-05-08T07:22:14.192-04:00

Friends, its been a long time. Last time we spoke the weather was shit, the trees were still naked and life was much the same as it had been for a while. Fast forward -- an incredible amount of work has been done, I have never been more tired and life is very different in a completely intangible way. Nothing at all is different, everything is totally different.For whatever odd reason, I am

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I've never been a flower girl. But it seems like everywhere I go there is a fantastic smelling Hyacinth. And now I cannot stop thinking of them. In my tired, world-weary state if I went to work and saw one on my desk I think my world would explode. Too bad its not going to happen, but a girl can dream. I'd buy one, but when? WHEN IS THERE TIME TO DO ANYTHING.In fact, I could use a minute to:Pay

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Y'all...I'm busy. You have no idea.It's rough right now. (But April ain't never gonna be no good until I get a new job, which I don't anticipate doing for some time.)So its the annual blog pause. A new tradition. Followed, natch, by the blog resurrection and house party. Posts will be few and far between until May 7 when things slow down (but keep checking, cause I might have updates...) So just

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Celluloid: I haven't had a chance to do this, but I have this ritual with my mother where whenever we have to spend extended amounts of time together (and of course are at great risk of getting into a war) we just watch old movies. In particular, Imitation of Life and Mildred Pierce. I'm not sure why we decide to watch these films that depict mommy issues that could land a person in therapy for

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I've been thinking a lot about Rwanda lately. For reasons I am not at liberty to mention, its feeling much more like a living breathing place than somewhere you read about in books. I am perhaps excited although I tell everyone that I hate bugs and have no interest.Last night I dreamt of Rwandan Sweet Potato Jam, which someone recently mentioned and I am deeply interested in trying.

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Generally, I err towards wanting to spend time with other people. I'm a people person. What drives me to this isn't loneliness as much as it is a incessant impulse to connect. It's often despite myself. I only theoretically want people around. But lately, I simply crave a moment of time to myself -- with no phone, no internet, no email, no contact -- more than anything else. We all have to spend

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Sheesh, this is exhausting mining my experiences trying to come up with things to recommend! Especially when sleep is starting to feel like a luxury, eating has become occasional due to constant running around and when my laundry/dry cleaning registered with the post office to notify them of a change of address (they have moved to the laundromat and dry cleaner, respectively, and until my lazy

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I usually don't dream. Or rather, I dream as much as anyone else -- occasionally. Lately, and I don't know what the hell is going on, I've been having movie-like, extremely lucid dreams that I remember with startling clarity as soon as I get up. There was the one about sharing a therapist with a coworker, then the one where a young woman I work with going on vacation and asking me to do her job

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Read: Never Let Me Go, Kazuo IshiguroI cannot put this down. At all. I think it might break my heart when its over.UPDATE: it did break my heart. this is a best of 2007. and an all-time best too!Watch: Hmm, not much watching going on. But this week's goal is to see my husband Cillian Murphy in The Wind That Shakes the Barley. I might stop watching House though, because there was a kiss that I

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This afternoon, I will go to Park Slope to bring sweets and baby clothes to a new mother celebrating the arrival of her little one. I spent a significant portion of yesterday trying to pick out the perfect thing for their little guy.As I wandered through the Babies 'R Us in Union Square and then some of the hyper expensive baby boutiques in the West Village and finally, Area Kids, tucked away in

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