Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
NANCY and JOE
Stop smiling about NOTHING
and
Stop looking down and taking notes; hire some intern / clerk!
Actually
Mr. VP Biden looks like he is 60+, lives on the EC and got up to have pancakes with Dirty Force.
Get fat today, lustful piggies!
Way too many of you out there would just love it if I were to lose all sense of propriety, pretend I were 15 years younger and post a photo appropriate to this day that comes before the "remember-man-that-ye-are-dust-and-to-dust-ye-shall-return" day …
C'est la vie!
C'est la vie!
Monday, February 23, 2009
There was nothing
I woke myself up at 4 by being nervous about something that doesn't even have nervous-inducements attached.
So now I'm tired.
I had to be someplace by 8:30 a.m., and when one is out of practice with getting up and finished before the technical first coffee break of the regular working world, apparently it's enough … especially when one (who is this one?) is also out of practice with being nervous about things to the extent that sleep is truncated.
Coffee now, post-8:30 a.m. event … on to next mandatory task-set. As usual, not sure where to begin. Structure is lacking. Laziness is akin to dizziness but really is more related to inertia.
And caffeine doesn't really do anything.
More!
I'm tired.
My blog has been reduced to a status-report dumping-ground. Let's protest that one has-a-life and isn't just a pile of liquid non-ambitions:
I'm in the middle of three books (two non-fiction), a freelance project about such fun as the holiday of the moment and such dull as Civil War leaders (though, hey, it's my favorite era, isn't it?) and the usual stuff that is hard to define because nothing has been usual for months.
I mentioned that structure was lacking.
Need to build fences for my thoughts and corral things along with timers and whips if necessary.
Not sure if the rustlers are out of the area yet, though.
So now I'm tired.
I had to be someplace by 8:30 a.m., and when one is out of practice with getting up and finished before the technical first coffee break of the regular working world, apparently it's enough … especially when one (who is this one?) is also out of practice with being nervous about things to the extent that sleep is truncated.
Coffee now, post-8:30 a.m. event … on to next mandatory task-set. As usual, not sure where to begin. Structure is lacking. Laziness is akin to dizziness but really is more related to inertia.
And caffeine doesn't really do anything.
More!
I'm tired.
My blog has been reduced to a status-report dumping-ground. Let's protest that one has-a-life and isn't just a pile of liquid non-ambitions:
I'm in the middle of three books (two non-fiction), a freelance project about such fun as the holiday of the moment and such dull as Civil War leaders (though, hey, it's my favorite era, isn't it?) and the usual stuff that is hard to define because nothing has been usual for months.
I mentioned that structure was lacking.
Need to build fences for my thoughts and corral things along with timers and whips if necessary.
Not sure if the rustlers are out of the area yet, though.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Perfectly aware
I'm using a knife and nothing with the skill as demonstrated by either samurai nor Chef Pepin on public television and so I pay attention as best I can, but, as for the same reason I can not swim for more than a minute at a time nor dance properly (extreme distraction into the fake-now / inability to concentrate — add in why I can't drive a manual car, even though I understand it perfectly and have driven them before … for short periods) and I end up with, amid ginger root from China, blood on my left index finger.
All the awareness in the world will not counteract the fact Mexican cliantro passed though my hands.
Peanut butter and spinach for all!
All the awareness in the world will not counteract the fact Mexican cliantro passed though my hands.
Peanut butter and spinach for all!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Holy now
I just have to say, "really, the job market is tight?"
Oh, but I like to laugh. I hate everything, as you know, but this is still funny.
Long live people who don't know how to use tools.
(like Photoshop).
Photoshop Disasters, we love you.
Oh, but I like to laugh. I hate everything, as you know, but this is still funny.
Long live people who don't know how to use tools.
(like Photoshop).
Photoshop Disasters, we love you.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Electronic providence
I read about how our current Internet, created for information exchange and not to carry the entire of world commerce and something-something (you read), is about to implode with insecurity and how Stanford folks are on the case to create some other kind, more secure, the kind, of course, that renders anonymity less easy, making current Internet the sleazy step-grandcousin.
The only way I know that a lady I went to school with (lady being a term I employ from my younger status of when we met, when she and I were 14/15 to 17/18) is home from the hospital today after having her entire reproductive system removed after cancer was found in the ovary tumor where things began / were first detected and will be undergoing chemotherapy, the same as another dear friend's father, 64, I believe, is doing for a pancreatic et. al. cancer this year, too, is because of Facebook. Cancer is 2009's small confluence in my conscience.
But Facebook's powers are unprecedented. There have been phone trees and pony rides with lanterns and shouting, but I don't know anything like being able to see updates from someone's friend about health and situation and how we can be actually supportive, with physical things like food and time and mail and love, has come by lately.
The only way I know that a lady I went to school with (lady being a term I employ from my younger status of when we met, when she and I were 14/15 to 17/18) is home from the hospital today after having her entire reproductive system removed after cancer was found in the ovary tumor where things began / were first detected and will be undergoing chemotherapy, the same as another dear friend's father, 64, I believe, is doing for a pancreatic et. al. cancer this year, too, is because of Facebook. Cancer is 2009's small confluence in my conscience.
But Facebook's powers are unprecedented. There have been phone trees and pony rides with lanterns and shouting, but I don't know anything like being able to see updates from someone's friend about health and situation and how we can be actually supportive, with physical things like food and time and mail and love, has come by lately.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Tax Credits
I will complain:
payroll tax reductions, income tax credits, energy-saving tax credits, credits for buying a car or deducting more than the usual homebuying interest for first-timers … all these things presume you have a job, a job that pays enough that you actually owe federal income tax after the standard deduction — and that you are buying things.
My brother is looking to become a first-time homebuyer this year, I think, so there's one benefit. Of course, those of us who took the plunge in 2007, during prime "let's make a housing crisis" time, are out of luck for that $8,000 credit.
My dad will get $250 extra Social Security, which will go very far against his thousands of credit card debt.
I might qualify for the now-bigger Pell grant for college … chickens at this point.
And that $13 extra per week in my "paycheck" will be so useful. $400. New contacts by December?
I want to deduct my car's sales tax from 2008 anyway … No one is going to be buying cars in 2009 except people like my mom, whose car was totaled by a great driver in a semi.
PS, there are some people out there whose main goal in life is to make sure everyone knows how brilliant they are and whose chief method of proof is comparison to the rest of us who are utterly stupid. moreover, this type excels in feeling misunderstood and needs constant slavish "you are so right" reinforcement, despite having established a hostile and abusive atmosphere. is that called self-righteousness? whatever; i'm going to pollyanna it up on candy day and call it good.
payroll tax reductions, income tax credits, energy-saving tax credits, credits for buying a car or deducting more than the usual homebuying interest for first-timers … all these things presume you have a job, a job that pays enough that you actually owe federal income tax after the standard deduction — and that you are buying things.
My brother is looking to become a first-time homebuyer this year, I think, so there's one benefit. Of course, those of us who took the plunge in 2007, during prime "let's make a housing crisis" time, are out of luck for that $8,000 credit.
My dad will get $250 extra Social Security, which will go very far against his thousands of credit card debt.
I might qualify for the now-bigger Pell grant for college … chickens at this point.
And that $13 extra per week in my "paycheck" will be so useful. $400. New contacts by December?
I want to deduct my car's sales tax from 2008 anyway … No one is going to be buying cars in 2009 except people like my mom, whose car was totaled by a great driver in a semi.
PS, there are some people out there whose main goal in life is to make sure everyone knows how brilliant they are and whose chief method of proof is comparison to the rest of us who are utterly stupid. moreover, this type excels in feeling misunderstood and needs constant slavish "you are so right" reinforcement, despite having established a hostile and abusive atmosphere. is that called self-righteousness? whatever; i'm going to pollyanna it up on candy day and call it good.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
(anything multiplied by zero is zero)
Paralyzed by a particular kind of purposelessness, possessor of nine new books of or by E.W., an unaffordable foray of an average of $17.11 (includes shipping and taxes) per educational tome in lieu of a thousand-dollar semester, 10 times more unaffordable, is picturing another path that does not pander exclusively to inertia but honors gravity, friction, and all the other forces democratically.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
NYC 1905-2005
The rich still wear feathers and fur, even just to pop into the Met for a bit of shopping.
Mansards atop and rusticated foundations below … sigh.
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