Month: September 2008

The fact that everyone voted for Dan to win Big Brother this week gives me hope. He was the one who deserved to win and should have won. But not everyone liked him, in fact some couldn’t stand him. As they talked about who to vote for the ones who disliked him rationalized up a storm about why they should vote for the other guy, Memphis. I thought it was going to be a demonstration of what is to come for us this November, but then Dan won, unanimously. There’s hope!!

I took this last night at the 96th Street subway station.  It reminds me of another reason why I prefer to just walk: I hate waiting for the subway.  Waiting, waiting, waiting.  I’d just as soon walk.  That train in the distance wasn’t my train.  Of course.  The one that arrives right away never is.

Finney didn’t eat well this morning, plus he seems to be hanging around the water bowl, which is never a good sign. I have to get him to the vet. Plus, my doctor didn’t call me back yesterday and I still have to double-check this weird vision thing, although I’m not overly concerned about that. I’m sure it was an ophthalmic migraine.

And I have to get to the gym, I haven’t been since Saturday, I have to work on my book edits, answer my email, call the dentist about mailing a check, track down my UPS package, practice my choir pieces. In other words, I’m feeling very stressed out. Mostly by concern for Finney. If the cats aren’t alright, life is not alright.

This morning I had this bizarre visual distortion in both my eyes, it was so scary.  I struggled to describe it to my doctor, who I called at whenever it happened, 6:30 or 7 this morning.  It was this weird, geometric, zig-zag, prismy effect, very art deco looking.  I told him it was like the Chrysler Building, in a semi-circle, blocking out anything in my field of vision behind it.

Nothing I googled sounded like it, but had I googled “zig-zag” I might have come up with what he thinks it is: an ophthalmic migraine.

Everything I’ve read makes me think he’s right.  It totally sounds like this.  I’m waiting for him to call again when he gets to the office, and he’s going to have me see someone just to make sure.  But I feel less panicked now.

I had planned to post this picture that I took when we were walking down the stairs off the subway yesterday.  Interesting coincidence because the angles are reminiscent of what I saw this morning.

I went to the Bronx Zoo with Marisa today.  I took tons of pictures, both in the Zoo and then around the Bronx when we went to eat later. I wanted to start with these guys though, because they gave me such sweet looks.  Actually, the one on the left looks disapproving and the one on the right looks sad.  This is the danger of the zoo.  It makes me sad.  But they were definitely watching me the whole time I stood there.  Hey little guys.  I would have taken you home if I could.

The place we wanted to eat was closed in-between lunch and dinner alas.  But I took a couple of shots of food stacks.  The Italian section of the Bronx feels more authentically Italian than Little Italy.  It feels trapped in time, but in a good way.

But back to the Zoo, where the younger gorillas stole my heart.  I have a movie I’ll upload tomorrow, to prove that I looked at other animals, but I spent the most time here.  I would have babies if I knew they’d look like these.  And I was younger.  Look at them though.  Who can resist them??

I’m working on what I’m told is my absolute final chance for any edits, changes or corrections to my book.

I could tinker with this thing for ever.

I keep finding places where I worry, did I accurately represent what happened?  Or this person?

Worse are the spots where I worry, did I write that or am I quoting someone and forgot to put in the quotation marks??

Then there are the parts where I think, good God you suck as a writer.  And soon the whole world will know.  (Hahaha. Like the whole world will read my book.) Can I fix that?  Or do I suck too much to be able to fix that?

Anyway, I just now realized I’m hungry. So, I’m stopping to eat and maybe I should stop for the day. 

What’s on TV? Anything good?  Saturday night is not famously a good TV night.  It would be if I was running the TV world.

I don’t remember which block this is exactly, somewhere downtown, around Wall Street, in the financial district, in the cavernous area I love so much.  It has the best back-in-time feel down there.  I could live there.