by Lynn Levin, from Imaginarium. © Loonfeather Press, Bemidji, Minnesota.
GIRL WITH DOG IN RAIN! Sweetheart, where are you now? Saw you at 16th and Walnut with your chocolate lab under an awning.It was raining parking lights and car horns. I was the guy double-parked delivering a tray of bagels to a corporate meeting. Nice stuff, 5 flavors, cream cheese and chives, butter daisies. Our eyes met, do you remember? I can't get you out of my mind. [Box 347]
OLD LADY AT QUIK MART. When I weighed your peppers, yousaid I had my thumb on the scale, then you called over the managerwho yelled at me and docked my pay. You: Old bag in a tan overcoat,muffler, purple pocketbook, evil eye. Me: Goatee, geek glasses, facialhardware. Please give me the opportunity to stab you. [Box 1601]
CHAD, LET ME EXPLAIN. That guy you saw me with on R7 local on Columbus Day meant nothing to me. He\'s just a commuter.Your silent treatment is unbearable! I'm beggin' you baby, come back![Box 776]
PENN CENTER ELEVATORS FROM 16th TO 30th FLOOR. Iwant to push your magic buttons. I want to draw Mona Lisas on your beautiful skin. You: Backless red dress, black heels. Me: Bald guy, 35.We rode up together, you got off at 19. I was too shy to talk to you.Now full of regrets. How about sushi or tantric sex? [Box 1446]
GUY ON R7 LOCAL OCT. 10, EVENING COMMUTE. You satnext to me and suddenly it was Valentine's Day. You liked my Offspring button. I told you about med tech school. You let me take your pulse. It was almost like holding hands. You: Hilfiger sweatshirt, laptop, got off at Somerton. Me: Hip chick, red hair, Capri jeans. Let's pick up wherewe left off. [Box 777]
YO! YOU THERE ON DEERPATH DR. I'm the telemarketer you dissed. Wasn't selling you anything, SOB, just giving you a free estimate on kitchen cabinets. I know your number and where you live. Call now to apologize. [Box 961]
OFFICEMAX, FEASTERVILLE, YEAR AND A HALF AGO. You: long black trenchcoat with three-piece suit. Me: Asian girl with blackjacket, wet curly hair, tight black pants, sunglasses on my head. You stared at me a long time waiting at checkout. We looked at each other as you walked out. Will renew until I find you. [Box 1674]
sgh personal commentary: I'm addicted to missed connections, Saw You's, etc... they are so fascinating! A completely legal way to peeping tom into a complete stranger's psyche. Love it!
27.10.05
24.10.05
Friends Thanksgiving: your official notice!
11/19, 7pm. Friends Thanksgiving 2005. Everything and the kitchen sink.
For the last 4 years (really? It's been that many? Yes, yes it has...) John and I have been throwing a massive dinner party before Thanksgiving -- a time for all of our friends to get together, eat (read: showcase John's culinary talents), and make merry all the night long.
This year, the menu includes:
* the turkey (the one that uses about 12 pounds of butta)
* the stuffing (the kind that goes IN the turkey, with the apples and sausage in it? mmmm...)
* the sweet potatoes (my very own, filled with nutty, brown sugary, orange-y goodness.)
* corn with chived sweet cream butter (mmmm... made this earlier in the fall, soo good.)
* holiday rolls (hurray! I found my great-grandma's recipe)
* colcannon (irish mashed potatoes with carrots and cabbage in them)
* cranberry sauce (no, not the stuff that comes can-shaped... eww.)
* potentially, potato dumplings (if there's enough demand)
* that buttery gravy john makes
* a couple of apple pies, a pecan pie, a couple of pumpkin pies with some home-made whipped cream ice cream for dessert
If you're a friend (and you know who you are), you're invited!
Bring:
* yourself, and your significant other, should you be in possession of one
* your own adult beverage to share; milk, water and mulled wine provided (you may also tap into the vast Haggerty liquor reserves)
* if you would like, an appetizer to share with the crowd
Dinner at 7:30; come early to get the best appetizes and seat at the table!
RSVP is greatly appreciated!
For the last 4 years (really? It's been that many? Yes, yes it has...) John and I have been throwing a massive dinner party before Thanksgiving -- a time for all of our friends to get together, eat (read: showcase John's culinary talents), and make merry all the night long.
This year, the menu includes:
* the turkey (the one that uses about 12 pounds of butta)
* the stuffing (the kind that goes IN the turkey, with the apples and sausage in it? mmmm...)
* the sweet potatoes (my very own, filled with nutty, brown sugary, orange-y goodness.)
* corn with chived sweet cream butter (mmmm... made this earlier in the fall, soo good.)
* holiday rolls (hurray! I found my great-grandma's recipe)
* colcannon (irish mashed potatoes with carrots and cabbage in them)
* cranberry sauce (no, not the stuff that comes can-shaped... eww.)
* potentially, potato dumplings (if there's enough demand)
* that buttery gravy john makes
* a couple of apple pies, a pecan pie, a couple of pumpkin pies with some home-made whipped cream ice cream for dessert
If you're a friend (and you know who you are), you're invited!
Bring:
* yourself, and your significant other, should you be in possession of one
* your own adult beverage to share; milk, water and mulled wine provided (you may also tap into the vast Haggerty liquor reserves)
* if you would like, an appetizer to share with the crowd
Dinner at 7:30; come early to get the best appetizes and seat at the table!
RSVP is greatly appreciated!
18.10.05
boyhood
Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.
- PG Wodehouse
- PG Wodehouse
17.10.05
Gasp!
Ok, ok... I know I am a ways off from being a real Rollergirl.
But these chicks kick butt! And I sooo want to be one of them.
But these chicks kick butt! And I sooo want to be one of them.
Top 10 reasons I should have lunch with Diana (as quoted by Diana herself)
(1) Because, frankly, Di looks like hell today, and needs some fashion
consultation time, and motivation to stop looking and feeling as if she rolled
directly from bed to the bus.
(2) If you don't have lunch with Di, she will knit and bond with her iPod and
new CD's for an hour and a half. This is dangerous as it will inspire her to
have more music and start new and exciting craft projects. Save her checkbook!
(3) Di's kinda angsty about her family meeting her boy, and could use a good
diversion.
(4) If you don't have direction on what you need to do at work, you therefore
actually have nothing to do. By having a long lunch instead of sitting at your
desk picking your nose, you are performing many valuable services, such as:
sparing your cube-mates the sight of your boogers and making them feel bad as
they are so inefficient that they have work to do, and you are so bloody good
that you do not.
(5) Support locally owned business. Have lunch at Kieran's. It's tasty, yet
economical.
(6) There are new pictures to view, and Di's real excited by them.
(7) Consider it not "lunch" but "exercise" as you will laugh so hard that your
face muscles will actually hurt.
(8) You will be doing me a favor. By having my one allowed lunch out this week
out of the way early, I won't have to worry about it for the rest of the week.
(9) In the grand scheme of things, what's more important? Di's gut, or your
job? :)
(10) C'mon. You know you want to....
well, I don't know about anyone else, but that tears it. I'm in.
consultation time, and motivation to stop looking and feeling as if she rolled
directly from bed to the bus.
(2) If you don't have lunch with Di, she will knit and bond with her iPod and
new CD's for an hour and a half. This is dangerous as it will inspire her to
have more music and start new and exciting craft projects. Save her checkbook!
(3) Di's kinda angsty about her family meeting her boy, and could use a good
diversion.
(4) If you don't have direction on what you need to do at work, you therefore
actually have nothing to do. By having a long lunch instead of sitting at your
desk picking your nose, you are performing many valuable services, such as:
sparing your cube-mates the sight of your boogers and making them feel bad as
they are so inefficient that they have work to do, and you are so bloody good
that you do not.
(5) Support locally owned business. Have lunch at Kieran's. It's tasty, yet
economical.
(6) There are new pictures to view, and Di's real excited by them.
(7) Consider it not "lunch" but "exercise" as you will laugh so hard that your
face muscles will actually hurt.
(8) You will be doing me a favor. By having my one allowed lunch out this week
out of the way early, I won't have to worry about it for the rest of the week.
(9) In the grand scheme of things, what's more important? Di's gut, or your
job? :)
(10) C'mon. You know you want to....
well, I don't know about anyone else, but that tears it. I'm in.
more crumbs of musicalia goodness
I've been listening to 22-20s this morning.
And I keep looking over to my iPod in the middle of the song, to see if we've switched to some current-day version of the Doors.
I can't shake that feeling like Brit vocalist Martin Trimble is somehow channeling Jim Morrison's bluesy soul somehow (so jealous -- why can't I channel Jim Morrison's bluesy, sexy soul??)
I don't know enough about this band to make comments as to their flash-in-the-pan status... however, suffice it to say that when handful of modern-day Brits can connect me back to some early, gritty, brassy rock that made me fall in love with music in the first place, it's noteworthy.
And I keep looking over to my iPod in the middle of the song, to see if we've switched to some current-day version of the Doors.
I can't shake that feeling like Brit vocalist Martin Trimble is somehow channeling Jim Morrison's bluesy soul somehow (so jealous -- why can't I channel Jim Morrison's bluesy, sexy soul??)
I don't know enough about this band to make comments as to their flash-in-the-pan status... however, suffice it to say that when handful of modern-day Brits can connect me back to some early, gritty, brassy rock that made me fall in love with music in the first place, it's noteworthy.
12.10.05
ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod
seriously: I had to run out and buy some pants that fit me today. I just bought some, but they are slipping right down around my ankles when I walk (this is good -- refer to my previous postings about body loathing.)
I bought a size today, that I will not announce to the world... but suffice it to say, I haven't worn that size since the fall of 1998. 7 years of fat -- see ya!
I bought a size today, that I will not announce to the world... but suffice it to say, I haven't worn that size since the fall of 1998. 7 years of fat -- see ya!
inherently biased CD review #06332814: Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have It So Much Better
Really, I could have it so much better?
I think this sophomore album is just about as good as britpop gets.
There are 13 solid tracks on Franz Ferdinand's 2nd release of last week, You Could Have It So Much Better.
Top 3 Picks:
Track 4: Walk Away... while this slows the normal top hat cymbol and danceable guitar rifts Franz Ferdinand just a bit, it's a good example of how my Scottish lads (ach, aye!) are not only catchy musicians, but also demonstrate some fundamental songwriting skills. " I love the sound of you, walking away, you walking away." Nicely done.
Track 7: Wait, isn't this a Beatles song? No, that's Eleanor Rigby, not Eleanor Put Your Boots On. Any way you slice it, it's great, it's different, it's refreshing. I love it.
Track 10: I'm Your Villian... This song is everything that made me fall in love with Franz Ferdinand in the first place... the energy-laced guitar, the pounding drum, those cymbals that give me an insatiable urge to to bust and iPod-esque dancing move in my cube when I hear it...
Run, do not walk, to your nearest retailer and purchase/download this CD. Franz Ferdinand is fast becoming one of the new faces of music.
I think this sophomore album is just about as good as britpop gets.
There are 13 solid tracks on Franz Ferdinand's 2nd release of last week, You Could Have It So Much Better.
Top 3 Picks:
Track 4: Walk Away... while this slows the normal top hat cymbol and danceable guitar rifts Franz Ferdinand just a bit, it's a good example of how my Scottish lads (ach, aye!) are not only catchy musicians, but also demonstrate some fundamental songwriting skills. " I love the sound of you, walking away, you walking away." Nicely done.
Track 7: Wait, isn't this a Beatles song? No, that's Eleanor Rigby, not Eleanor Put Your Boots On. Any way you slice it, it's great, it's different, it's refreshing. I love it.
Track 10: I'm Your Villian... This song is everything that made me fall in love with Franz Ferdinand in the first place... the energy-laced guitar, the pounding drum, those cymbals that give me an insatiable urge to to bust and iPod-esque dancing move in my cube when I hear it...
Run, do not walk, to your nearest retailer and purchase/download this CD. Franz Ferdinand is fast becoming one of the new faces of music.
11.10.05
synergy
I was sitting in class tonight, thinking of things I could write other than notes on strategic planning... when I thought about this amazing thing that I have been experiencing.
synergy.
define this fancy-schmancy word, will ya sgh:
[From Greek sunergi, cooperation, from sunergos, working together. See synergism.]
The interaction of two or more agents or forces so that their combined effect is greater than the sum of their individual effects.
This is my life, the zeitgeist of my days this year. More than any other time in my life (and maybe it is just because I'm really feeling well-defined in who this sgh character is), I feel like I know who I am, what I'm after, what I want, where I am going.
My work feeds my education. I apply my weekly learning in professional organizations. I can use all that stuff at home with a husband and 2-year-old and managing the chaos I call home. Then, I go back to work on Monday morning, and it still all works. I can wear funky clothes to work and it's chill -- because I'm a writer, a designer, and they expect a little oddness out of someone creative, right? I have a job where I can write -- WRITE! -- all the livelong day. That also means I can steep myself in music whenever I'm not going to be in meetings (and, frankly, when I just want to hide inside myself).
More than my professional life, though... I am excited about my personal synergy. I have emerged from college and my early career a strong, beautiful and intelligent woman. Looking back, I sort of feel like I am on the last leg of a long and personally painful journey of redefining me. I'm still on tour with this whole, who is sgh business, by the way.... but it's the last (very good, very demanding) leg of the tour. It's learning and knowing and being one with my physical self. And I've found the key to that this month, too. I simply need to integrate it (going nicely, in case you are curious) and, wonder of wonders, I feel sort of "done" in who I am.
I'm all kinds of excited. I cannot wait to sit back and enjoy the me I finally can love completely!
synergy.
define this fancy-schmancy word, will ya sgh:
[From Greek sunergi, cooperation, from sunergos, working together. See synergism.]
The interaction of two or more agents or forces so that their combined effect is greater than the sum of their individual effects.
This is my life, the zeitgeist of my days this year. More than any other time in my life (and maybe it is just because I'm really feeling well-defined in who this sgh character is), I feel like I know who I am, what I'm after, what I want, where I am going.
My work feeds my education. I apply my weekly learning in professional organizations. I can use all that stuff at home with a husband and 2-year-old and managing the chaos I call home. Then, I go back to work on Monday morning, and it still all works. I can wear funky clothes to work and it's chill -- because I'm a writer, a designer, and they expect a little oddness out of someone creative, right? I have a job where I can write -- WRITE! -- all the livelong day. That also means I can steep myself in music whenever I'm not going to be in meetings (and, frankly, when I just want to hide inside myself).
More than my professional life, though... I am excited about my personal synergy. I have emerged from college and my early career a strong, beautiful and intelligent woman. Looking back, I sort of feel like I am on the last leg of a long and personally painful journey of redefining me. I'm still on tour with this whole, who is sgh business, by the way.... but it's the last (very good, very demanding) leg of the tour. It's learning and knowing and being one with my physical self. And I've found the key to that this month, too. I simply need to integrate it (going nicely, in case you are curious) and, wonder of wonders, I feel sort of "done" in who I am.
I'm all kinds of excited. I cannot wait to sit back and enjoy the me I finally can love completely!
10 questions I have asked today:
* Why don't I work downtown?
* Why are people compelled to drive 48 miles an hour when I need to get somewhere in a hurry?
* Whatever did I do to get so ridiculously blessed with people who love me?
* Where in God's name did I put my cell phone?
* Did I forget to eat a real lunch?
* Why do some people fail to return their e-mails?
* Is there an ulterior motive behind that gratitude?
* Does this skirt make me look fat?
* I wonder, could I skip my class tonight?
* What do my friends really think about me?
* Why are people compelled to drive 48 miles an hour when I need to get somewhere in a hurry?
* Whatever did I do to get so ridiculously blessed with people who love me?
* Where in God's name did I put my cell phone?
* Did I forget to eat a real lunch?
* Why do some people fail to return their e-mails?
* Is there an ulterior motive behind that gratitude?
* Does this skirt make me look fat?
* I wonder, could I skip my class tonight?
* What do my friends really think about me?
3.10.05
a Wilde thought
"We were born in an age where only the dull are treated seriously, and I live in terror of not being misunderstood."
-Oscar Wilde
three cheers for being misunderstood!
-Oscar Wilde
three cheers for being misunderstood!
2.10.05
lax
I've been completely lax in my publishing. I've had many good thoughts. And even some hilarious moments. Of course, I cannot think of any just now. So I'm just going to attach a fabulous picture from the weekend and promise myself to not fear the blog. Even if I'm insanely busy. Because frankly, I sort of like reading my own insane ramblings every now and again.
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