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Saturday, February 01, 2003
Naughty Miss Kitana has been to busy to put up the Mint Manor photos she took over Christmas, but look at what a happy accident has occurred! I discovered this blurry bit of cuteness in the background of a picture sent by Miss Ade that she took of us Quiltin' Goils at Christmastime:
That's our little Spike!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:46 PM | shower me with attention
That's our little Spike!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:46 PM | shower me with attention
My sister makes the best sukiyaki. You should taste it. She puts these protein noodles in and so I can have noodles and just avoid the udon and it's all really yummy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:12 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:12 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 31, 2003
Baby yarn has arrived. One bootie down. It is super-super-soft. It will adorn the foot of a Foley child.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
Today I had lunch with Cayenne, my only friend from Bronx Science that remained my friend after we left. I hadn't seen her in about five years but we fell back into old patterns. She's lived an interesting life since last we met. So have I, come to think of it. We met in Chinatown, making it the third night running that I've eaten Chinese food, urp.
At Mint Manor now with sis and erin. Tomorrow Kirsten's making sukiyaki.
Please no more Asian cuisine.
Oh, Flower Drum Song was better than I expected but not too great. The main problem was the Rodgers and Hammerstein score, which was just boring, in my opinion. But Lea Salonga was good and everything. One of the roles was played by the lady who played Margaret Cho's mother on All American Girl, and I kept wanting her to say, "MORAAAAAAAAAAAAAN". But she didn't. Pity, that.
I had an apple martini at Ruby Foo's with my mom and the guy didn't even card me. And I was all looking forward to using my new I.D. and everything. I guess I look old now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
At Mint Manor now with sis and erin. Tomorrow Kirsten's making sukiyaki.
Please no more Asian cuisine.
Oh, Flower Drum Song was better than I expected but not too great. The main problem was the Rodgers and Hammerstein score, which was just boring, in my opinion. But Lea Salonga was good and everything. One of the roles was played by the lady who played Margaret Cho's mother on All American Girl, and I kept wanting her to say, "MORAAAAAAAAAAAAAN". But she didn't. Pity, that.
I had an apple martini at Ruby Foo's with my mom and the guy didn't even card me. And I was all looking forward to using my new I.D. and everything. I guess I look old now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 PM | shower me with attention
No, Doogie, no.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:22 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:22 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 30, 2003
Got all my textbooks this semester for under a hundred bucks, combined. Sweet.
Ceramics supplies look to be inexpensive, except for the materials fee itself, which isn't as bad as it could be.
Good thing about going to this school is that the profs understand that no one has any money.
Now: where is my baby yarn?? I ordered it Priority Mail on Sunday. I want it in my hands this evening, dagnabbit.
What I'm doing here, by recording this minutiae, is taking a break from the endless sprawl of numbers to be typed in, order statuses to be written down...
Back to it. I try hard to be good worker man but refidgamator so so messy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 AM | shower me with attention
Ceramics supplies look to be inexpensive, except for the materials fee itself, which isn't as bad as it could be.
Good thing about going to this school is that the profs understand that no one has any money.
Now: where is my baby yarn?? I ordered it Priority Mail on Sunday. I want it in my hands this evening, dagnabbit.
What I'm doing here, by recording this minutiae, is taking a break from the endless sprawl of numbers to be typed in, order statuses to be written down...
Back to it. I try hard to be good worker man but refidgamator so so messy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 AM | shower me with attention
I'm very sneezy today. Probably allergic to the clay dust. Must remember to purchase surgical mask.
Tonight my mom has me accompanying her to The Flower Drum Song on B'way. I have no interest in this musical whatsoever. I dimly remember a movie with some annoying songs in it, including the apalling "I Enjoy Being a Girl". Outside of The Sound of Music, (which is more about the movie starring the incomparable Julie Andrews for me than the tunes themselves), Rodgers and Hammerstein aren't really my bag.
We will be having dinner beforehand at Ruby Foo's. I pray this is a coincidence and not part of some sort of ridiculous "theme evening" my mother has in mind.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 AM | shower me with attention
Tonight my mom has me accompanying her to The Flower Drum Song on B'way. I have no interest in this musical whatsoever. I dimly remember a movie with some annoying songs in it, including the apalling "I Enjoy Being a Girl". Outside of The Sound of Music, (which is more about the movie starring the incomparable Julie Andrews for me than the tunes themselves), Rodgers and Hammerstein aren't really my bag.
We will be having dinner beforehand at Ruby Foo's. I pray this is a coincidence and not part of some sort of ridiculous "theme evening" my mother has in mind.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 AM | shower me with attention
Says Kitana re: Chicago:
Ribcages were overabundantly visible in this movie, and that was more than a little offputting.
I noticed this, too. Especially during that big Prison-Cell Tango dance sequence. And Zellweger looked unnaturally, unhealthily thin to me-- maybe because I'd only seen her in Bridget Jones' Diary (which I did not enjoy, I have to say; I think I just don't like her as an actress), and it was sort of comically apparent at the end when she was dancing next to the identically-dressed Zeta-Jones, who looked healthily curvaceous.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:21 AM | shower me with attention
Ribcages were overabundantly visible in this movie, and that was more than a little offputting.
I noticed this, too. Especially during that big Prison-Cell Tango dance sequence. And Zellweger looked unnaturally, unhealthily thin to me-- maybe because I'd only seen her in Bridget Jones' Diary (which I did not enjoy, I have to say; I think I just don't like her as an actress), and it was sort of comically apparent at the end when she was dancing next to the identically-dressed Zeta-Jones, who looked healthily curvaceous.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:21 AM | shower me with attention
I can't sleep. I love the hobbits.
I love the hobbits because they made it all real for themselves and they're so into it and that makes it real for us.
I'll try again to sleep now.
Yay for the hobbits!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 AM | shower me with attention
I love the hobbits because they made it all real for themselves and they're so into it and that makes it real for us.
I'll try again to sleep now.
Yay for the hobbits!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
I'm at a loss. Someone send me a simple, easy, idiot-beginner's sweater pattern, XL size, pullover, long-sleeved, for heavy worsted or chunky yarn. Stockinette stitch would be nice but I'm not pickyt.
Please. The web is too tangled for me to navigate. I keep hitting the same dead ends.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:29 PM | shower me with attention
Please. The web is too tangled for me to navigate. I keep hitting the same dead ends.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:29 PM | shower me with attention
Last night I dreamed about a guy from junior high. He was a great guy. I haven't seen him in years. He went to Fordham University and was studying pre-med. That's last I knew. I did a search for him online and found him quoted in an article at some web site. He graduated in 2001. I wonder what he's doing now.
Matthew Geller, Google yourself, find this page, email me.
(Hey, it's worth a shot.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 PM | shower me with attention
Matthew Geller, Google yourself, find this page, email me.
(Hey, it's worth a shot.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:57 PM | shower me with attention
Ceramics will be fun. Today was just introductory stuff-- tour of the mysterious basement of Thomas Hunter Hall: kiln room, glaze room, room full of pottery wheels, etc. At the end she gave us all lumps of clay and had us sculpt a body part of the person next to us, chatting them up as we worked to get to know something about them personally. Then we had to introduce the person to the class,
I had a lot of trouble with the nose of Marc from Milwaukee, but I did the best I could. I very much enjoyed the tactile experience of the clay.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:26 PM | shower me with attention
I had a lot of trouble with the nose of Marc from Milwaukee, but I did the best I could. I very much enjoyed the tactile experience of the clay.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:26 PM | shower me with attention
Daddy started out in San Francisco,
Tootin' on his trumpet loud and mean,
Suddenly a voice said, "Go forth Daddy,
Spread the picture on a wider screen."
And the voice said, "Brother, there's a million pigeons
Ready to be hooked on new religions.
Hit the road, Daddy, leave your common-law wife.
Spread the religion of The Rhythm Of Life."
And The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom,
Rhythm in the street,
Yes, The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
Daddy, spread the gospel in Milwaukee,
Took his walkie talkie to Rocky Ridge,
Blew his way to Canton, then to Scranton,
Till he landed under the Manhattan Bridge.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, go-ing down below.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, go-ing down below.
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Fly, fly, fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Swim, swim, swim to Daddy
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy!
Flip your wings and fly,
Flip your wings and fly,
Flip your wings and fly,
Flip, fly, flip, fly, flip,
Fly, flip, fly, flip, fly...
Take a dive, swim,
Take a dive, swim,
Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim...
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy!
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy!
And The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom,
Rhythm in the street,
Yes, The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Daddy we got The Rhythm Of Life,
Of life, of life, of life.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(Lyrics by Dorothy Fields.)
There's something vaguely creepy about Sammy Davis Jr's rendition of this song. I can't stop humming it. I don't know anything about the song, only that it's from a musical called Sweet Charity, which I looked up when I couldn't get the song out of my head.
Something about it disturbs me. I think it's the use of the name "Daddy". I don't want to know the context. I'm sure it's terribly innocent. Also, the first time I heard it I thought he was singing, "Clip your wings and fly to Daddy" and there's kind of a charming absurdity to that idea, even if it turned out to by my faulty hearing.
It's really a very engaging tune.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:03 AM | shower me with attention
Tootin' on his trumpet loud and mean,
Suddenly a voice said, "Go forth Daddy,
Spread the picture on a wider screen."
And the voice said, "Brother, there's a million pigeons
Ready to be hooked on new religions.
Hit the road, Daddy, leave your common-law wife.
Spread the religion of The Rhythm Of Life."
And The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom,
Rhythm in the street,
Yes, The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
Daddy, spread the gospel in Milwaukee,
Took his walkie talkie to Rocky Ridge,
Blew his way to Canton, then to Scranton,
Till he landed under the Manhattan Bridge.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, go-ing down below.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, go-ing down below.
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Fly, fly, fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Swim, swim, swim to Daddy
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy!
Flip your wings and fly,
Flip your wings and fly,
Flip your wings and fly,
Flip, fly, flip, fly, flip,
Fly, flip, fly, flip, fly...
Take a dive, swim,
Take a dive, swim,
Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim...
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy!
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy!
And The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom,
Rhythm in the street,
Yes, The Rhythm Of Life is a powerful beat,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
To feel The Rhythm Of Life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Daddy we got The Rhythm Of Life,
Of life, of life, of life.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(Lyrics by Dorothy Fields.)
There's something vaguely creepy about Sammy Davis Jr's rendition of this song. I can't stop humming it. I don't know anything about the song, only that it's from a musical called Sweet Charity, which I looked up when I couldn't get the song out of my head.
Something about it disturbs me. I think it's the use of the name "Daddy". I don't want to know the context. I'm sure it's terribly innocent. Also, the first time I heard it I thought he was singing, "Clip your wings and fly to Daddy" and there's kind of a charming absurdity to that idea, even if it turned out to by my faulty hearing.
It's really a very engaging tune.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:03 AM | shower me with attention
Graham Norton just said about Catherine Zeta-Jones, "She likes things with an American flavour. Well, she sucks Michael's cock. Good night, everybody!"
I'm a bit shocked.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 AM | shower me with attention
I'm a bit shocked.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:34 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
First archaeology class today. Teacher had us break up in groups and decide what we'd pick as the top ten most important people and events in human history. Soon as we got our chairs in a circle, guy next to me said, "Well, obviously, Ron Jeremy would have to be on the list."
I was the only one who laughed.
Anyway, she also had us fill out those questionnaire things some profs make you do, and one of the questions was about what countries you've been to, and I sat there trying to remember and finally I thought I got 'em all, and I was thinking, "Wow, I've only been to North America and Europe". Then later on she mentioned Australia and I thought, "D'OH!!!" How do you forget five weeks in Australia?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 PM | shower me with attention
I was the only one who laughed.
Anyway, she also had us fill out those questionnaire things some profs make you do, and one of the questions was about what countries you've been to, and I sat there trying to remember and finally I thought I got 'em all, and I was thinking, "Wow, I've only been to North America and Europe". Then later on she mentioned Australia and I thought, "D'OH!!!" How do you forget five weeks in Australia?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 PM | shower me with attention
I'm not taking French. I hate French. I'm dropping French right now. I am going online and dropping French. That was the most horrible class I've ever taken in college. I spent the entire time in terror that she would call on me and ask me to say my name.
It's not that the class wasn't friendly, or that they were more advanced than I am. I probably know more French than most of them. It's not that the teacher was mean or brusque or anything. (She seemed very nice. Kind of squeaky-voiced. She looked like Bettie Page. Tight sweater and everything.) Don't ask me to explain why, but I was just terrified of speaking French in front of strangers. She called on every single person in the class and had them speak simple introductory French phrases back to her. Every single person except me. I take that as a sign from the gods. They are saying, "Tavie, you escaped this time, but you won't escape next time. Leave now while you still can."
When I got outside I burst into tears. That's how terrible it was to me.
I would rather not graduate than ever have to take French. I would rather just go into civil service right now and give up all the work I've done so far than have to endure another 75 minutes like that.
I don't know why, but I felt exactly like I was in high school again. The same panic and desire to run. If I hadn't been sitting so far from the door in such a crowded room, I would have left immediately.
And I knew how to say "Je m'appelle Tavie" and "Je suis etudiante" and "Ça va, et vous?" It wasn't that. The rub of it is, I was pretty good at French in junior high. Took it for three years. But that was TEN YEARS ago. I just can't do it. Leave me alone.
I'll take Latin. Next semester. I'll do Latin. I can pronounce Latin. I'm not afraid of Latin. I'll take it. Not this semester. The readings I have for this semester are going to be heavy for anthro and archaeology. So it'll take me that much longer to graduate. So the fuck what.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention
It's not that the class wasn't friendly, or that they were more advanced than I am. I probably know more French than most of them. It's not that the teacher was mean or brusque or anything. (She seemed very nice. Kind of squeaky-voiced. She looked like Bettie Page. Tight sweater and everything.) Don't ask me to explain why, but I was just terrified of speaking French in front of strangers. She called on every single person in the class and had them speak simple introductory French phrases back to her. Every single person except me. I take that as a sign from the gods. They are saying, "Tavie, you escaped this time, but you won't escape next time. Leave now while you still can."
When I got outside I burst into tears. That's how terrible it was to me.
I would rather not graduate than ever have to take French. I would rather just go into civil service right now and give up all the work I've done so far than have to endure another 75 minutes like that.
I don't know why, but I felt exactly like I was in high school again. The same panic and desire to run. If I hadn't been sitting so far from the door in such a crowded room, I would have left immediately.
And I knew how to say "Je m'appelle Tavie" and "Je suis etudiante" and "Ça va, et vous?" It wasn't that. The rub of it is, I was pretty good at French in junior high. Took it for three years. But that was TEN YEARS ago. I just can't do it. Leave me alone.
I'll take Latin. Next semester. I'll do Latin. I can pronounce Latin. I'm not afraid of Latin. I'll take it. Not this semester. The readings I have for this semester are going to be heavy for anthro and archaeology. So it'll take me that much longer to graduate. So the fuck what.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention
I'm wearing wool-lined winter boots and my toes are numb.
Whosoever is in charge of the heat around here is a fickle soul indeed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:41 PM | shower me with attention
Whosoever is in charge of the heat around here is a fickle soul indeed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:41 PM | shower me with attention
In further dreary-type news, I'm late to work today (but catching up nicely, and it's okay, I cleared it first) and this evening is my first French class in ten years.
I'm a-feared. Je suis... er... a-feared.
Hoo boy.
Oh, but, less drearily: got into that Anthro Research Design class. Prof seems very cool (but it's always hard to tell by the first day, you know), but readings are heavy and I am terribly, terribly scared of the "presentation" I'll have to do in the spring. The point of this class is that we're supposed to design our own anthropological research proposals, and in doing so learn about the "science" aspects of the field. Which is fine, I can read a book and learn how to do a thing, but then we'll have to present our proposals in front of the class. Worst part was, just from the opening discussion yesterday, I can tell the students are atypical Hunter students in that most of them seem to be eager and articulate people with inteilligent things to say. Which is bad news for me, as I depend on the low ability-levels of my classmates to buoy me.
Well, I do. I've been coasting along on my relative ability.
Back to work.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:56 AM | shower me with attention
I'm a-feared. Je suis... er... a-feared.
Hoo boy.
Oh, but, less drearily: got into that Anthro Research Design class. Prof seems very cool (but it's always hard to tell by the first day, you know), but readings are heavy and I am terribly, terribly scared of the "presentation" I'll have to do in the spring. The point of this class is that we're supposed to design our own anthropological research proposals, and in doing so learn about the "science" aspects of the field. Which is fine, I can read a book and learn how to do a thing, but then we'll have to present our proposals in front of the class. Worst part was, just from the opening discussion yesterday, I can tell the students are atypical Hunter students in that most of them seem to be eager and articulate people with inteilligent things to say. Which is bad news for me, as I depend on the low ability-levels of my classmates to buoy me.
Well, I do. I've been coasting along on my relative ability.
Back to work.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:56 AM | shower me with attention
So, that that internet station I rhapsodized about yesterday? I emailed the proprieter to tell him how fabulous it was and to request that he add some more of my favourite musicals, and he emailed me back that sadly, he's fallen on hard times and after Saturday the station will be no more.
@*$@#$^@#($%^&#^$%^&!!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:50 AM | shower me with attention
@*$@#$^@#($%^&#^$%^&!!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:50 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 27, 2003
My mum's watching a special on Al Hirschfeld and they showed a picture of Marlene Dietrich and Al said he used to live next door to her on 95th street, and my mom shrieked because she grew up there and Marlene Dietrich's daughter was her neighbour (and, hey, so was Marlene Dietrich), so I guess so was Al Hirschfeld.
That's cool, man.
And around the corner lived some Swedish actress named Viveca Lindfors and her son Kristoffer Tabori, whose dog sired my mum's childhood dog, Reginald.
I'm so jealous my mom grew up with dogs and Swedish celebrities.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
That's cool, man.
And around the corner lived some Swedish actress named Viveca Lindfors and her son Kristoffer Tabori, whose dog sired my mum's childhood dog, Reginald.
I'm so jealous my mom grew up with dogs and Swedish celebrities.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
This Live365 station is all about Buffy musical, Hedwig and Godspell today. Best yet, the Buffy stuff is the soundtrack from the show itself, not the Cast Recording.
If I could design a showtunes station, this would be it.
Addendum: Now Alan Alda is singing stuff. HELlo!
Further addenda: Okay, this is the best internet station ever. They're now playing a song from the 2000 production of Godspell that Gina and I went to see and it was SO good and we wished and wished that they would release a cast recording and now, thanks to this station I see that they do have a cast recording...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 PM | shower me with attention
If I could design a showtunes station, this would be it.
Addendum: Now Alan Alda is singing stuff. HELlo!
Further addenda: Okay, this is the best internet station ever. They're now playing a song from the 2000 production of Godspell that Gina and I went to see and it was SO good and we wished and wished that they would release a cast recording and now, thanks to this station I see that they do have a cast recording...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 PM | shower me with attention
Someone in this office needs to TURN UP THE GODDAMN HEAT.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:50 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:50 PM | shower me with attention
I think Bette Midler is my favourite diva.
I'd like to create a line of diva action figures. There'd be two lines of them: Great Divas of Today and Great Divas of the Past.
And the divas chosen would adhere to my personal tastes and standards. None of this nonsense that you see on VH1. No one under the age of 40, for one thing. With one exception: Hedwig. But I think she's almost 40, anyway... And no RuPaul. She's not half as fabulous as she thinks she is.
Who else should I include in my imaginary diva line? Rosalind Russell for the past, but no Ethel. I don't like Ethel. Queen Latifah for today, definitely. Hmm...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:09 PM | shower me with attention
I'd like to create a line of diva action figures. There'd be two lines of them: Great Divas of Today and Great Divas of the Past.
And the divas chosen would adhere to my personal tastes and standards. None of this nonsense that you see on VH1. No one under the age of 40, for one thing. With one exception: Hedwig. But I think she's almost 40, anyway... And no RuPaul. She's not half as fabulous as she thinks she is.
Who else should I include in my imaginary diva line? Rosalind Russell for the past, but no Ethel. I don't like Ethel. Queen Latifah for today, definitely. Hmm...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:09 PM | shower me with attention
Passport found! Passport found! Passport found! Passport found!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:30 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:30 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 26, 2003
I'm at Mint Manor for some taco salad and to retrieve my turtle. Going home in a few hours, though. School and work and all that. Phaugh.
On the way here, and old lady on the subway came over and sat down next to me and asked the inevitable question ("Did you sew those buttons on yourself?") But she was so sweet and charming that we had the most marvelous conversation. It was the pleasantest coat-related encounter I'd had since the old man in the elevator who, when I thanked him for his compliment about the coat, thanked me for sewing them on and giving him the pleasure of viewing them.
New York loves my coat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:43 PM | shower me with attention
On the way here, and old lady on the subway came over and sat down next to me and asked the inevitable question ("Did you sew those buttons on yourself?") But she was so sweet and charming that we had the most marvelous conversation. It was the pleasantest coat-related encounter I'd had since the old man in the elevator who, when I thanked him for his compliment about the coat, thanked me for sewing them on and giving him the pleasure of viewing them.
New York loves my coat.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:43 PM | shower me with attention
