If you love me, if you truly love me, you'll make me this.
(No, I know you love me, don't spend 14 months of your life. Seriously.)
(Unless you really really want to.)
(Of course, my birthday is 14 months from now, incidentally.)
(No, don't. Really.)
(I wear a size large.)
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
"The jury has the right to determine both the law and the facts."
--Samuel Chase, U.S. Supreme Court Justice, 1796, Signer of the Declaration of Independence.
"An unwritten rule about blogging is that if you're called to jury service, you're required to write about it." -Metroblogging Los Angeles. (Ha ha. Apparently it is written.)
Therefore, as I am serving my jury duty today and tomorrow, I will serve my blogging duty shortly thereafter. You may want to read up on jury nullification in anticipation.
"The law itself is on trial quite as much as the cause which is to be decided."
Harlan F. Stone, 12th Chief Justice U.S. Supreme Court, 1941
"The pages of history shine on instance of the jury's exercise of its prerogative to disregard instructions of the judge..."
U.S.vs Dougherty, 473 F 2nd 113, 1139, (1972)
Mmmmmmm, sunny days downtown.
"An unwritten rule about blogging is that if you're called to jury service, you're required to write about it." -Metroblogging Los Angeles. (Ha ha. Apparently it is written.)
Therefore, as I am serving my jury duty today and tomorrow, I will serve my blogging duty shortly thereafter. You may want to read up on jury nullification in anticipation.
"The law itself is on trial quite as much as the cause which is to be decided."
Harlan F. Stone, 12th Chief Justice U.S. Supreme Court, 1941
"The pages of history shine on instance of the jury's exercise of its prerogative to disregard instructions of the judge..."
U.S.vs Dougherty, 473 F 2nd 113, 1139, (1972)
Mmmmmmm, sunny days downtown.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Minutes of the Life
A quickie, because I want to get to bed reasonably early tonight (and as I just told a friend moments ago, early ends now, seeing as how it's midnight).
I had a really lovely weekend. For one thing, I got a really odd sunburn on one side of one leg only, and who could argue with the wonderfulness of that?
Also this weekend, I got a lot of sleep AND I got a lot stuff done[0] AND I spent a lot of time outside AND I read a great book[1] AND I spent a lot of time with my boyfriend AND I went to yoga[2] .
[0] Like, my taxes. WHY DO I OWE LIKE $5000 AGAIN??? TAXES SUCK. Also, I choreographed three dances yesterday. In the park. How great are iPods?
[1] Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Of course, since everyone else loves this book, there's a part of me that wanted not to love it, but there is no denying it: it is fabulous. Of course, I am a little cranky that people have begun to think the name of my blog is derivative of this book, as though they have any connection at all, as though I'd ever heard of the book when starting this blog, or even two years earlier when I first used "ReadDanceBliss" as my username on some networking site somewhere. But there is a huge parallel there too; check it out.
Read/Eat? I LOOOOOOVE to do these at the same time, love to lose myself in both. Reading and eating - this is my favorite hedonism.
Dance/Pray? Her "pray" is actually largely yoga, which is not so different from dance. Plus, the particular kind of dance I teach is meant to be a religious practice of sorts, and I am often called up to teach a "Prayer Through Dance" workshop.
Bliss/Love? Clear.
I can't deny it; I loved this book. I read the "Eat" section on Friday, a day I spent largely in bed or at an outdoor cafe. I read the "Pray" section on Saturday, the day I went to yoga and choreographed three dances. I read the "Love" section today (Sunday), the day I spent in lazy comfortable bliss at my boyfriend's place. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
[2] First time with my fabulous new birthday-present yoga mat - thank you D&A!!! It was woooooonderful (except since it's new, it was really slippery and I had to work extra hard to hold on and now I'm extra sore! But I am unbelievably happy to be this sore :)
In other news that you probably already know, I really want to buy a house, like, soon. Like, in 2008. Got advice? Books to recommend? Brokers, agents, lenders, managers, renters to introduce? Hook me up! Tell me what you know or what you wish you had known! HELP!! I am so terrified.
Goodnight!
I had a really lovely weekend. For one thing, I got a really odd sunburn on one side of one leg only, and who could argue with the wonderfulness of that?
Also this weekend, I got a lot of sleep AND I got a lot stuff done[0] AND I spent a lot of time outside AND I read a great book[1] AND I spent a lot of time with my boyfriend AND I went to yoga[2] .
[0] Like, my taxes. WHY DO I OWE LIKE $5000 AGAIN??? TAXES SUCK. Also, I choreographed three dances yesterday. In the park. How great are iPods?
[1] Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Of course, since everyone else loves this book, there's a part of me that wanted not to love it, but there is no denying it: it is fabulous. Of course, I am a little cranky that people have begun to think the name of my blog is derivative of this book, as though they have any connection at all, as though I'd ever heard of the book when starting this blog, or even two years earlier when I first used "ReadDanceBliss" as my username on some networking site somewhere. But there is a huge parallel there too; check it out.
Read/Eat? I LOOOOOOVE to do these at the same time, love to lose myself in both. Reading and eating - this is my favorite hedonism.
Dance/Pray? Her "pray" is actually largely yoga, which is not so different from dance. Plus, the particular kind of dance I teach is meant to be a religious practice of sorts, and I am often called up to teach a "Prayer Through Dance" workshop.
Bliss/Love? Clear.
I can't deny it; I loved this book. I read the "Eat" section on Friday, a day I spent largely in bed or at an outdoor cafe. I read the "Pray" section on Saturday, the day I went to yoga and choreographed three dances. I read the "Love" section today (Sunday), the day I spent in lazy comfortable bliss at my boyfriend's place. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
[2] First time with my fabulous new birthday-present yoga mat - thank you D&A!!! It was woooooonderful (except since it's new, it was really slippery and I had to work extra hard to hold on and now I'm extra sore! But I am unbelievably happy to be this sore :)
In other news that you probably already know, I really want to buy a house, like, soon. Like, in 2008. Got advice? Books to recommend? Brokers, agents, lenders, managers, renters to introduce? Hook me up! Tell me what you know or what you wish you had known! HELP!! I am so terrified.
Goodnight!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
lynx
[0] Ok, so I've been sent over to Stuff White People Like a few times in the past and it never quite did it for me until today - the latest entries are goddamn funny.
[1] I know, I know, you've already read this article on irrationally holding on to options because you saw it on reddit or whatever, but *I* just read it (thanks jjd!) so ppppbthhhhht to you.
[2] OMG!! Speaking of a few of my favorite things, check out Librarian Dress-Up. We're not just talking librarians here, we're talking librarians dressed as Wonder Woman. Be still my heart.
CWID: Image from this crazy bookmark site.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
These are a few of my favorite things.
Helicopters. Boston.
Philip Greenspun's slide show combining the two. Watch it and drool, just like I did. I'm coming to Boston next week; can I please have a ride??
I've been on helicopter rides over Manhattan (many years ago, a surprise present from Daddy. Yay, Daddy!), over Niagara Falls (a few years ago, with Marc. Yay, Marc!), and over both Hawai'i and Kauai (also with Marc). One of those trips was actually scary because of the rain but was still extra-awesome because of the birth of the never-tired "Friggin' Hilo" and the other was extra-awesome because the pilot noticed me watching what was going on inside the helicopter (what with the controls etc) as much as outside, where tourists are supposed to be looking, and so sat with me after we landed for a few minutes and showed me around the dashboard a little. Wheee!).
This is a truly a favorite joke of one of my Israeli friends: Knock Knock.
(Who's there?)
Eli.
(Eli who?)
Eli Copter!!!!!!!!!
This is some high-brow humor, folks. And this is one random post, friends.
PS I really am coming to Boston next weekend, to dance in a show at MIT. If we're friends and we haven't talked about this yet, get in touch!
Philip Greenspun's slide show combining the two. Watch it and drool, just like I did. I'm coming to Boston next week; can I please have a ride??
I've been on helicopter rides over Manhattan (many years ago, a surprise present from Daddy. Yay, Daddy!), over Niagara Falls (a few years ago, with Marc. Yay, Marc!), and over both Hawai'i and Kauai (also with Marc). One of those trips was actually scary because of the rain but was still extra-awesome because of the birth of the never-tired "Friggin' Hilo" and the other was extra-awesome because the pilot noticed me watching what was going on inside the helicopter (what with the controls etc) as much as outside, where tourists are supposed to be looking, and so sat with me after we landed for a few minutes and showed me around the dashboard a little. Wheee!).
This is a truly a favorite joke of one of my Israeli friends: Knock Knock.
(Who's there?)
Eli.
(Eli who?)
Eli Copter!!!!!!!!!
This is some high-brow humor, folks. And this is one random post, friends.
PS I really am coming to Boston next weekend, to dance in a show at MIT. If we're friends and we haven't talked about this yet, get in touch!
Friday, February 29, 2008
I. Want. These.
It's nice that the bookcave I previously mentioned is included among these 30 creative bookshelf designs, but man, now I've entered a whole new stage of want.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Made it!
So, I have this friend who says she's had this idea forever that she'll have "made it" when she has the following three items: her own driveway, her own in-house washer and dryer, and her own KitchenAid. She now has those three things, and to tell you the truth, she does kind of feel like she's made it. Of course, she also has a husband, a house with a pool, two dogs, a business, and three children.
It got me thinking about what those magical things are that make you feel you've arrived. Do you know what yours are? It's a little hard for me to separate those particular things I believe I will someday have from those random daydreamy desires one always has... I mean, I love convertible Mustangs. Am I convinced I will one day own one? Nah. And that's ok. But you know what I want? You know when I will have arrived? When I have one of those sandwich presses, those big grills specifically for making hot-pressed panini style sandwiches. I want one of those... and a real kitchen to put it in, and a life in which I'd actually use it. (Yes, I have a George Foreman grill, yes, I can use it nearly the same way, no, please don't buy me anything. Except the Mustang, if you really want to.)
Ok, I don't *really* care about the sandwich press. I'll have made it when I have a big comfortable wonderful hammock in my backyard. I LOVE hammocks. I'll have made it when I have a rocking chair, which chair will live in the baby's room so we can sit in it when we read books before bed. Apparently I'll have arrived when I have particular things to sit on or in.
I once would have said I dreamed of having a house with a separate room for books, like a real library, instead of just shelves-in-the-office or wherever. 'Cept, I've had that once, and I don't anymore, so let's not talk about that or I might cry.
Really, let's be honest. What I want is the house, the husband, the business, the baby (though not three!), AND the chairs. I'll skip the dogs. KThanks.
It got me thinking about what those magical things are that make you feel you've arrived. Do you know what yours are? It's a little hard for me to separate those particular things I believe I will someday have from those random daydreamy desires one always has... I mean, I love convertible Mustangs. Am I convinced I will one day own one? Nah. And that's ok. But you know what I want? You know when I will have arrived? When I have one of those sandwich presses, those big grills specifically for making hot-pressed panini style sandwiches. I want one of those... and a real kitchen to put it in, and a life in which I'd actually use it. (Yes, I have a George Foreman grill, yes, I can use it nearly the same way, no, please don't buy me anything. Except the Mustang, if you really want to.)
Ok, I don't *really* care about the sandwich press. I'll have made it when I have a big comfortable wonderful hammock in my backyard. I LOVE hammocks. I'll have made it when I have a rocking chair, which chair will live in the baby's room so we can sit in it when we read books before bed. Apparently I'll have arrived when I have particular things to sit on or in.
I once would have said I dreamed of having a house with a separate room for books, like a real library, instead of just shelves-in-the-office or wherever. 'Cept, I've had that once, and I don't anymore, so let's not talk about that or I might cry.
Really, let's be honest. What I want is the house, the husband, the business, the baby (though not three!), AND the chairs. I'll skip the dogs. KThanks.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
happy happy happy happy.
So, I know the blog's been a little weird lately and certainly very sporadic, and perhaps we'll get back to the usual thing (whatever that is) again soon, but all I have to say tonight is: I'm really happy. I had a GREAT birthday today and I LOVE seeing the memories you guys are posting and I LOVE all the wall posts and phone calls and emails and I feel so fucking loved. Goddamn that's a nice feeling.
thank you, thank you, thank you.
If you called me today and we didn't get to speak or I haven't called you back yet (which is pretty much everyone besides Debbie!), I WILL call soon, when I have a day less crazy than today.
I love you! Thanks for reading!!
PS We're onto the sixteenth year of it making me cry when someone calls me beautiful. What the fuck is that?
thank you, thank you, thank you.
If you called me today and we didn't get to speak or I haven't called you back yet (which is pretty much everyone besides Debbie!), I WILL call soon, when I have a day less crazy than today.
I love you! Thanks for reading!!
PS We're onto the sixteenth year of it making me cry when someone calls me beautiful. What the fuck is that?
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