Month: January 2009

This is one of the (many millions of) Marc Jacobs windows on Bleecker Street.  I’ve got the tv on, the cats are fed, my hopes are raised!

Walking home just now there were fire engines on Bleecker at Perry, but it feels like they’re in the neighborhood every day, several times a day.  Oh wait.  Maybe I just have careless neighbors.  Uh-oh.

I plan to live-blog the inauguration tomorrow.  I’m so happy.  I also plan to cry.

Who is purring and grooming, so I can’t get up.  Hence the picture of the view out my window at the moment. I am a prisoner to their laze-about whims!! Snow!  Woohoo!!

Up for today: errands, gym, finish first draft of this piece I’m doing for Parade magazine.

That reminds me, I have discovered Exercise TV, it’s on channel 1025 where I am. My plan was to use it on the days I don’t make it to the gym, so that I’m exercising every day.  But it feels like more of a workout than anything I’m doing at the gym.  Right now I’m doing something called 30 Day Shred.  Shed?  It must be shed. Anyway, KILLER.  It just feels more productive, and I haven’t been to the gym in a week. That’s also about the cold, but still.

I just turned on my tv and heard Barack Obama yell out, “Hello Baltimore!”  And my eyes just immediately welled up.  The past eight years have been that bad.  I wasn’t even watching.  I’m working and I’m at the point where I can tolerate background noise, and it was just the sound of this voice.  I’m going to be glued to my tv on Tuesday.

I don’t really have an appropriate picture to fit this post.  So here is Finney, reminding me that he is still as evil as always and Obama cannot save me from him. In truth, he was only yawning.

I just love the sleeves on this one! This is not actually a dress, but a top and a skirt.

I wanted to mention one aspect of the evolving story about Flight 1549 that I don’t like, and that is the glee with which people are telling the story about the woman who was trying to get her luggage from the overhead compartment. She wouldn’t immediately exit the plane, she wanted to get her luggage first, and she’s made to leave by other passengers.  Her story ends with her luggage floating down the Hudson.

When I first heard about her, I was amazed, and also had not quite a serves-her-right feeling, but I guess the fact that her luggage ended up floating down the Hudson felt like the perfect ending to her plane story. But then I thought about it and realized, she was just panicking, right?  And this is how it manifested itself.  The people who forced her away from the overhead bin and off the plane were right to do so, they could have left her.  If things had gone a little differently their help might have made the difference between life and death. They are heroes really.

But in the accounts I’ve read, everyone seems to take this weird pleasure in the fact that her luggage ended up floating down the Hudson. Like she’s a bad person, and this is fitting. I don’t know, it’s like a small pile-on, everyone’s being a little too quick to judge.  Except maybe she was blocking the aisle, and even if she was in some weird panic/denial mode, people didn’t know they would soon be rescued and everything would be okay.  They were fleeing for their lives and she was in the way unnecessarily.  Okay, their anger is understandable.  And taking a little pleasure in her lost luggage is understandable.  But why do people reporting this story join them? They should have distance.  And a tiny bit of compassion.