the curse is done with? The Sox won? What is WRONG WITH THE WORLD? Kidding. It means only this much to me [THIS MUCH] on a scale of [A LOT].
This is just wrong and dirty, and I am a little sad and sick. Okay now seriously. What is wrong?
Does this mean that Bush will be reelected or not? I hope the curse of the Bush reign will be over, like they all ALL get sterilized after this election because they lost a bet.
Oh curses. I am not sure to see this as a sign of hope for the underdog and MA people or as a sign of bad things to come. Bad bad dirty dirty things.
mangoes and other creative things
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Ailments
Tom Ford and some guy on PBS (it was Charlie Rose) are talking about how film and fashion are similar. Tom Ford wants to make a movie, if he decides to get creative again. He says this because a dress appears and then it's over, but a movie lasts longer and can leave a long-standing impression. Oh Tom Ford.
Sometimes I think I should have went to FIT or something. My pen-bump tells me differently though. She says that she was formed to remind me that I need to do something literary. The combination of both would be a fashion editor at a bougie magazine I suppose, but I don't want to write. I don't want to compose my ideas. I don't think I know enough. I think that I can do, but I don't think I know enough what I am doing--if that makes sense. Woe me.
Silliness.
So I've noticed something funny happening with the palms of my hands. Stigmata? I am not sure. Water or dampness I suppose seems to make my palms inflamed. My palms seem dry when they are wet. They are white and the skin is raised a little. I'll take a picture sometime and post it.
Oh my. Tom Ford thinks J Lo is talented and is a good actress. He thinks Shall We Dance was great. Woe Tom Ford. I mean Whoa Tom Ford.
He's distracting.
My room's a mess. Most of the clothing I had on hangers are down. They seem so cheap and dead. They are not happily on hangers, but sad in a heap of fleece, sweaters, and panties. All clean, mind you, but a heap on my floor.
I've been so lazy lately. I think my room is warmer because of the heap.
I saw Tim today. It was nice seeing and talking to Tim. It was nice hearing of Mario and catching up some. Amanda is well too, and her movie-making is happily progressing.
It was Oktoberfest tonight. I think it was a success and Gina did a good job planning it all. I liked the skit because I didn't know why Oktoberfest existed. Gummy bears! I thought the past-lives psychic was a little strange and morbid. I do not think I would ever want to know who I was in my past life. I don't think I believe I had any.
I finished reading A Moveable Feast. I liked it all except for the end. The end seemed vague and uninviting and rushed.
I read a good thread on mediabistro.com about the death of the book. It's in the bulletin boards area, the first section. I C/P and made an away message out of something I thought was right and important to think about: "If they're not reading, not only are you not hearing about great books (viral marketing) but you're also missing a great pleasure -- talking with someone else who cares and is knowledgable about what you've both read! How quaint is that? Our shared ''culture'' is which skinny blond got picked on ''The Bachelor'' this week -- not what we thought of the characters in a novel we've both read and enjoyed."
I've not worked on my thesis except for composing the prospectus. I've thought of an advisor and doing something about it almost at least once everyday. I don't know why this does not seem important or stressful to me. I think it's because I've learned that in a given amount of time things will get done eventually and then won't matter as much as it did at that moment before it was done EVER AGAIN.
This was long and drawn out and tedious. If you got this far down, please post. It'll be fun!
Sometimes I think I should have went to FIT or something. My pen-bump tells me differently though. She says that she was formed to remind me that I need to do something literary. The combination of both would be a fashion editor at a bougie magazine I suppose, but I don't want to write. I don't want to compose my ideas. I don't think I know enough. I think that I can do, but I don't think I know enough what I am doing--if that makes sense. Woe me.
Silliness.
So I've noticed something funny happening with the palms of my hands. Stigmata? I am not sure. Water or dampness I suppose seems to make my palms inflamed. My palms seem dry when they are wet. They are white and the skin is raised a little. I'll take a picture sometime and post it.
Oh my. Tom Ford thinks J Lo is talented and is a good actress. He thinks Shall We Dance was great. Woe Tom Ford. I mean Whoa Tom Ford.
He's distracting.
My room's a mess. Most of the clothing I had on hangers are down. They seem so cheap and dead. They are not happily on hangers, but sad in a heap of fleece, sweaters, and panties. All clean, mind you, but a heap on my floor.
I've been so lazy lately. I think my room is warmer because of the heap.
I saw Tim today. It was nice seeing and talking to Tim. It was nice hearing of Mario and catching up some. Amanda is well too, and her movie-making is happily progressing.
It was Oktoberfest tonight. I think it was a success and Gina did a good job planning it all. I liked the skit because I didn't know why Oktoberfest existed. Gummy bears! I thought the past-lives psychic was a little strange and morbid. I do not think I would ever want to know who I was in my past life. I don't think I believe I had any.
I finished reading A Moveable Feast. I liked it all except for the end. The end seemed vague and uninviting and rushed.
I read a good thread on mediabistro.com about the death of the book. It's in the bulletin boards area, the first section. I C/P and made an away message out of something I thought was right and important to think about: "If they're not reading, not only are you not hearing about great books (viral marketing) but you're also missing a great pleasure -- talking with someone else who cares and is knowledgable about what you've both read! How quaint is that? Our shared ''culture'' is which skinny blond got picked on ''The Bachelor'' this week -- not what we thought of the characters in a novel we've both read and enjoyed."
I've not worked on my thesis except for composing the prospectus. I've thought of an advisor and doing something about it almost at least once everyday. I don't know why this does not seem important or stressful to me. I think it's because I've learned that in a given amount of time things will get done eventually and then won't matter as much as it did at that moment before it was done EVER AGAIN.
This was long and drawn out and tedious. If you got this far down, please post. It'll be fun!
October rain is...
shitty. Yes, it is really cold and looks like it should be snowing, which would be preventing the busses from running and classes from being held tomorrow. Unfortunately, Rutgers hates my blog enough to just screw with my pictures, just the pictures. So this is why this blog looks boring. (Wait, Jon fixed the pictures...)
Anyway, since I left off--I got the Simon & Schuster internship in Paula Wiseman's Books for Young Readers. It's fun and the people are nice. I get to send mail to John Lithgow. I wrote a Guggenheim Fellowship recommendation. I got to put post its on 83 books for Marlo Thomas to sign with love. I'm one book short of being done though. Ted Turner doesn't have a book yet.
Today I read a Jimi Hendrix MS for a picture book biography, and though I liked the writing, I couldn't imagine an audience for this. At first the story is about Jimmy, a talented poor boy from Seattle. He pretended his broom was a guitar and brought it to school and everything. That part was really cute. But as far as Woodstock, what kids these days even know what Woodstock is. The first page mentions Muddy Waters records. Do kids know what records even are? I think some kids in my communication classes don't. I am not sure if I've ever heard a Muddy Waters song either. The bottom line for my rejection of this book was because despite its inspirational message, I don't think there's an audience. Am I wrong? There's an afterward that tells you that Jimi became an overnight legend when he lit his guitar and that he died when he was 27. I wouldn't want to be the parent explaining why he did these things to my four year old.
So today I went to work late. That sucked. Work was fun. (See above.) Had dinner with Nick. Saw last half hour of Gilmore Girls. Went to SCRU. Saw Scrubs (taped it). It's late, but I'm too bored to go to sleep. Does that make sense? I am hungry. I wish I had eaten more or that there was more food to be eaten. Where is the carrot cake? Where are my mashed potatoes?
Quote Scieszka's Little Red Hen: Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Anyway, since I left off--I got the Simon & Schuster internship in Paula Wiseman's Books for Young Readers. It's fun and the people are nice. I get to send mail to John Lithgow. I wrote a Guggenheim Fellowship recommendation. I got to put post its on 83 books for Marlo Thomas to sign with love. I'm one book short of being done though. Ted Turner doesn't have a book yet.
Today I read a Jimi Hendrix MS for a picture book biography, and though I liked the writing, I couldn't imagine an audience for this. At first the story is about Jimmy, a talented poor boy from Seattle. He pretended his broom was a guitar and brought it to school and everything. That part was really cute. But as far as Woodstock, what kids these days even know what Woodstock is. The first page mentions Muddy Waters records. Do kids know what records even are? I think some kids in my communication classes don't. I am not sure if I've ever heard a Muddy Waters song either. The bottom line for my rejection of this book was because despite its inspirational message, I don't think there's an audience. Am I wrong? There's an afterward that tells you that Jimi became an overnight legend when he lit his guitar and that he died when he was 27. I wouldn't want to be the parent explaining why he did these things to my four year old.
So today I went to work late. That sucked. Work was fun. (See above.) Had dinner with Nick. Saw last half hour of Gilmore Girls. Went to SCRU. Saw Scrubs (taped it). It's late, but I'm too bored to go to sleep. Does that make sense? I am hungry. I wish I had eaten more or that there was more food to be eaten. Where is the carrot cake? Where are my mashed potatoes?
Quote Scieszka's Little Red Hen: Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
