Month: June 2008

Out there. Even though it’s already pretty over here on the West Side, by the Hudson River, they are working on making it even prettier. Here is a worker taking a break. It might be too small to see, but behind him are pots and pots and pots of what look like grass. That doesn’t make sense, right? Surely there are better ways to lay grass.

Today’s to-do: doctor’s appointment, copy edits, write acknowledgments, write up a couple of paragraphs about parallel worlds, follow-up with detectives, pedicure.

To-not: be outside very much if at all possible. It’s supposed to hit 100 for God’s sake. For instance, I was going to go to the library. That can wait. Oh and the gym, the gym. Yeah. Hmmm. I don’t think so.

Trying to anyway, but look who is all curled up on them. Am I moving him? No, I am taking pictures and posting about him. Could he be more adorable? (No.)

I went to the gym this morning. I’d be feeling pretty smug and virtuous right now if it weren’t for the mountain of potato chips I had after. Fuck it.

So You Think You Can Dance is on tonight. Travis Wall has got to be the sexist little thing on TV. Even dressed as an angry girl it came across. I loved Cooper Zamorano from last night, and the guy who danced like Gene Kelly. That hugging himself movement he did with his hips and shoulders!

Well, the few modest plans I had for today just did not work out.

First. My pampering thing (I always do a pampering thing) was to get my hair washed and blown dry, but the girl who washed my hair couldn’t get me out of the chair fast enough and the girl who blew it dry was actually quite nice, but distracted, chatting with others, took a phone call, stopped to sign for a package and took a couple of minutes, and the whole thing just did not have the right feel. I know, hardly the end of the world. I swear I moved on!

Second. People kept bashing into me on the street. I really can’t get over the rudeness of New Yorkers. We really suck sometimes. But since it kept happening to me I must be doing something to invite this. I think I might have had an emotional “kick me” sign on today.

Honestly, I forget what else went wrong, but I decided to pack it in and go to City Bakery and stock up on their great food and go home and watch movies. But City Bakery had nothing left when I got there, and the movies I downloaded aren’t any good. I am doing this post, for instance, instead of watching Jumper, which didn’t grab me. Oh, I was going to watch The Amazing Colossal Man for a nice nostalgia rush, but the download didn’t work.

I’m going to go look for a nice Denzel Washington movie to watch. What can go wrong with watching Denzel for a while?

The one good thing from today are all the nice birthday messages I got (loved the ecard Karen and family). I got lots of birthday email and calls and posts on my Facebook page and Echo. And these new tops from Anthropologie. This second one is much cuter than it looks in this shot, and I prefer it without the belt.

I took the Fung Wah bus to Cambridge and back yesterday, and took pictures of the two places where I lived. Here is my former apartment on Chatham Street … and my apartment on Harvard Street follows below.

I couldn’t remember with certainty which floor I lived on. BECAUSE I’M OLD.