Tuesday, May 30, 2006

In Which I Respond To Comments

I don't like to limit myself to a certain 'color palette.' So, I beg to differ; baby blue is my color (or, at least, it is one of them), and it can be your color too if you would just let go of your old-fashioned prejudices. Damn bigots.

I won't even dignify the small feet reference. Especially coming from HB. ("HB" being short for "huge boats." Obviously.)

And I would just like to point out that neither the drinks, nor the baby booties, nor the bib/baby bootie ensembles materialized. In either baby blue or light green.

Though, I'm not gonna lie, I do rock the light green: please reference my graduation ensemble in which I (unwittingly) looked like an easter egg.

Monday, May 29, 2006

And So It Begins

Today, 30 minutes after my post-run, cool shower, I was standing on the platform waiting for the D train, and I used a sweat rag to towel off my dripping brow. A sweat rag that thought itself retired once it left Ghana. But it's back and should be gearing up for a long, hot, humid summer in which I'll probably have to look a bit more respectable than I did in Ghana.

But this time I'm prepared. Bring it on summer in the city. Bring. It. On.

Sunday, May 28, 2006


'parently I'm a crap blogger. I'm sure you've all spent a couple of lonely nights crying yourselves to sleep the last couple of weeks, and for that I apologize. But I have not been doing that. So eat it.

Turns out, once real life starts issuing demands on my time, I have less time to dedicate to blogging and all other things that make me such a winner. So I will provide you with a short list of things I have been doing in the real world since my last post (ages ago):

- graduated from college (not gonna lie, a teen bit anticlimatic, and def. depressing)
- entertained a friend in the city for several days
- entertained Famsquad in the city for several days, drank heavily and ate fantastically
- looked for an apartment in (the surprisingly vast geography of) Brooklyn (hereafter referred to as 'the BK')
- found an apartment in the BK (right in the heart of a Hasidic community, so look forward to many, many play-on-Hebrew-words)
- moved into said apartment (which required moving out of old apartment and associated cleaning of old apartment, and the rental of a UHaul - no, I didn't drive. i may not like new york children, but that doesn't mean i want their blood on my hands)
- sitting in new apartment by myself, with almost no furniture, no tv and no internet (how did i manage? barely.)
- got approximately 10 hours of sleep every night
- entertained a friend in the city for a couple of days
- went and hung out with friend upstate, drove around in beautiful (though slightly claustrophobic) northeast, saw some lakes, etc.
- saw the da vinci code (hi sir ian!)
- saw x-men (hi sir ian!)
- pretended to look for a job, but mostly just oohed and aahed over jobs I might be qualified in 10 to 20 years

So, I'll try to be better about updating, maybe I'll write some retrospective pieces. Maybe not. But, you should all be really pumped because I'll be travelling all throughout June. Which, sadly, might mean continuing infrequent posting. On the bright side (for all of us) I will be getting tan, travelling to distant lands, taking beautiful pictures, experiencing new cultures, eating exotic food, spending time with the people I love, climbing mountains, enjoying fantastic airline service courtesy of Air France and island hopping in various oceans.

But mostly, I'll be getting tan.

Monday, May 01, 2006

"Buy The Man A Drink!"

You know that scene in older movies where a man's wife goes through the long and exhausting process of giving birth and then he walks into a bar in late afternoon looking shell-shocked and the whole bar turns and looks at him in anticipation and he says "it's a boy" and the whole bar cheers and one of his buddies slaps him on the back and yells "get the man a drink!" - you know that scene?

Well, having had my last class of my college career, and having just turned in the last paper of my college career, I feel like I'm acting out that scene right now.

Except I'm in the library, not a bar. And I'm by myself, not with a gang of friends. So it's more like a depressing one-man show.

So, tonight I'll be patting myself on the back and yelling "buy the man a drink!" and then buying myself a drink.

Feel free to send flowers, bibs and booties in baby blue.