Month: February 2009

From time to time I try to capture the bigatude of Finney. Just as I clicked to take a picture he started licking my face, so that’s why my face is blocked.

You can tell how big is he in this, right? His body takes up my whole upper half. And I think that’s more of him extending below the arm that is holding him.

He’s bigger than a lot of dogs.  Imagine me holding a chihuahua compared to this.

He’s a monster beast of a cat is my point.

That reminds me, my favorite part of whatever award ceremony I was watching, the Golden Globes maybe, was Mickey Rourke’s tender love for his dogs, one of which is a tiny chihuahua.  To see this hulk of a man completely in the thrall of a little dog is just irresistible.

I’m taking a break from doing everything I can to promote my book.  There’s going to be reviews in Marie Claire, BUST and something in the Washington Post, although I don’t know if that’s going to be a review per se.  I can’t wait. Hoping against hope that they all say something positive.

I took this picture of the hippie van that’s always parked on Perry Street yesterday afternoon, while we were still at the level of a dusting.  By the time I left for choir it was a winter wonderland out there, but I forgot to bring my camera.

A little panicked about all I have to do today. My to-do list:

– Send out Facebook invites.
– Write pitches for science articles.
– Decide about launch party and firm up.
– Verify projector available for presentations.
– Get posters made for places without projectors.
– Finish presentation.

Not very exciting, I know.  I’m going to this WTC Tribute Center event later. Should be interesting:

Lower Manhattan History Tour
Wednesday, February 4 – 6:30 – 8:00PM

Local historian Oliver Allen shares stories about neighborhoods and architectural landmarks.

But I’m not.  I’m feeling completely frazzled and how am I going to finish all things I need to get done??

I shouldn’t complain.  All the things I have to do are in support of something I love to do: writing. I just worry that I won’t get them done, won’t do a good job, and yesterday for the first time it occurred to me: what am I going to wear to all these things I’m scheduling??  This just occurs to me now??  What, did I stop being a girl or something?

This gas pump sits in a lot on the corner of Hudson and Charles.  Or is it 10th?  (My brain is useless these days.) The lot was owned by one of the most hated landlords in the Village, who has since died.  It’s a terrible waste of space, although I would hate to have some ugly building going up in its place.

Live West Village of NYC Update:  It’s snowing!  Yay!! Our choir director already sent out email reminding us that we never cancel for weather and rehearsal is still on.  (The only day he ever cancelled was 9/11.)

I think my window has been good for my new plant.  Before …

And after.  See how much fuller it is!  Not very symmetrical though.

And yet, here I am.  Who’s a good boy??  Yes, you are Finney.  Kinda.  (Finney is next to me.)