Archive for November, 2005
This installment of the Damask Rose saga brought to you by the unbearably-sexy Tangerine Dream. Mmmm…
The interior of Ray’s had long since been gutted by rioters and thieves; gone were the long, stainless-steel counters, the industrial ovens, the menu boards, the Formica tables. In its place was a barricaded section of space about five feet […]
I realize the title of this post may be a bit misleading, as I have actually had the dubious pleasure of spending the last four days in my Pennsylvanian hometown (if my absence from this blog was not enough indication). I return to the big city tomorrow afternoon - something I look forward to with […]
As I have mentioned before, I seem to have fallen into the uber-domesticated middle class trap of paying outrageous amounts of money on my cable television bill (which is currently sitting, fatly, on my kitchen shelf, snickering malevolently at me) - and for this I am highly ashamed. Granted, my name is on the account, […]
After many anxiety-stricken months of waiting, hoping and secretly cursing out the NYC Parks Department for their anti-”modern art” kidnapping of the Astor Place Cube, it has finally (as of 11 o’clock this morning - see Curbed’s breaking news coverage) been returned to its true home…a home which, in its absence, has been enhanced by […]
I have no idea where this came from, except that X.Y.U. makes me think of strange things…that and I am so. fucking. tired…
Mary crosses the line again and again. She enjoys the rapture of breaking the rules, the shock on people’s faces, the desire her rebellion sparks in others. She uses her skinny body […]
So evidently it is my birthday! Whee…unfortunately (and not wholly because I am just in denial about the fact that I’ve legally been able to buy alcohol for two years already) it’s all feeling a bit unreal this morning, something I attribute to either the double whammy of Nip/Tuck and “orange cream beer” last night […]
I’ll admit, for someone who considers herself to be relatively unshakeable in the face of New York City weirdness - hobos, perverts and would-be casanovas galore! - I never really had a very good method of dealing with The Pick Up. You know the drill: some guy spots you in a crowd and zeroes in […]
Despite the fact that I do own a television (one which is actually plugged into the wall) and pay exorbitant monthly cable fees for the dubious privilege of having access to a bazillion and one channels, I am not really what you would call a “TV person.” Star Trek and Animal Planet notwithstanding (please! allow […]
It seems that many of my fellow MTA-riders lately have been remiss in adhering to the unspoken standards of public transit decency. Having just endured a particularly cringe-worthy morning commute, I would now like to take this opportunity to refresh your memory as to what sort of behavior should be expected of you when you […]
So I stumbled upon the rather impressive-looking fictionpress.com - which seems sort of like a deviantART/flickr equivalent for us writing folks - and signed myself up, only to be thwarted by an utterly ridiculous THREE-DAY WAITING PERIOD which I must endure before I am able to submit any of my work. Bastards! Is this even […]
