god, i'm exhausted. another day without lunch. i had about 10 min to eat 1/2 my chili, but really, it wasn't enough. lighting is hell. gender and culture merely sucks. i think the test went well, but it was all written, so i have no idea how tough of a grader she is. i feel like i've done a work, but i could see her grading me down to a c for not having the specific info she's looking for. whatever. fittings went ok, there was a dress that i pulled that didn't fit, but tom went to the back with me and helped me find two more. and the one we made, and there's extra fabric, so he's gonna make me a belt. isn't that sweet.
sigh. i can't finish. that's enough for the day. the germans will be returning soon. i have to clean my house.
4.10.05
3.10.05
i can't remember
ch and i came up with a great band name today, and i said i'd title todays entry that, but i don't know what it was. which is fine, cause i'm not going to write an entry today, cause i just spent hours on fiction writing homework, and i'm tired of typing. in fact, tired in general. perhaps tomorrow i'll post pics of ruth in mongolia.
2.10.05
drizzly
i've gotten very little done today, all weekend actually. i need a vacation, and we're only in week 5. sigh. i miss laura. she needs to loose her guests and entertainment and just sit around her house and play with her cats and mope and call ME.
finished up fic writing reading. went to the library. i love the library. i was reading an article on the decline of libraries in the utne reader, and it made me nervous. they're getting all technelogical, and throwing away books. branches are closing, and big cities are building fancy architectured structures that impress critics, not booklovers. i'm so glad i live in chicago. am currently reading through sara ryan's booklists- she's got a yagblt list, and the list her book was banned on. i love reading ya banned books. and edgewater has a nice branch, too. reminds me of branches in my childhood. my library card is my most precious possession. i mean, it's free, so it's not like loosing it would make me sad, i could just get another one. but to live somewhere without a library? to be prohibited from going, from checking out? no thanks. i'd go without bread, without wheat, without carbs, before i'd go without books. chocolate...ah... if i had to choose never to go to a library or never eat chocolate again, i'd probably turn in my card for the hershey's. but i'd spend alot of time in barbara's bestsellers. books or chocolate is no question- books win every time. they're so much better than tv. first, have i mentioned they're free? and they're portable. and they can be private, you can read on the train without bugging others... but you can read out loud to a group or a lover and it's much more personal and engaging than, say, watching a movie together. and they're unexhaustable. there are more written every day, and the library is always buying more, and even if you don't count all the millions i'm not interested in, there are still more than i'll ever be able to read. and they're all so different. i sometimes imagine the stories actually unfolding in the physical space of each and every book. you open them up, and there are all the characters living their stories, like polly pocket. and it's like the city. each of these very different stories, lined up next to each other on the shelves, stacked up in aisles, each unaware of the one happening next to it. like people in apartment complexes. i think of both the city and the 7th floor (literature and foreign launguage) like that- this complete story that can always be telescoped out to see this enormous context, a sort of collective unconscious of humanity... or literature, as the case may be.
i was going to give this rant after reading the utne article, then i read one about turning route 66 into a bike path. it's going so slowly, cause of funding. what the #@$%? i can't think of anything more important. sheesh. i hate to think how many billions of dollars we're spending on this fucking war, all the money going through giant corporations, oprah giving everyone cars. i get so frustrated by the stupid things getting too much money and the important things not getting any. children. the homeless. the uninsured. the mentally ill. the cyclists. my god. that's perhaps why i love libraries so much. they are perhaps the only federally funded thing that's still managing to do it right. not that's it's perfect, esp. not equally across the country, but really- there's nothing better than a library. information is power.
and my FAVOURITE quote is in the popular library, on the wall above circulation. it's by groucho marx:
"outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
finished up fic writing reading. went to the library. i love the library. i was reading an article on the decline of libraries in the utne reader, and it made me nervous. they're getting all technelogical, and throwing away books. branches are closing, and big cities are building fancy architectured structures that impress critics, not booklovers. i'm so glad i live in chicago. am currently reading through sara ryan's booklists- she's got a yagblt list, and the list her book was banned on. i love reading ya banned books. and edgewater has a nice branch, too. reminds me of branches in my childhood. my library card is my most precious possession. i mean, it's free, so it's not like loosing it would make me sad, i could just get another one. but to live somewhere without a library? to be prohibited from going, from checking out? no thanks. i'd go without bread, without wheat, without carbs, before i'd go without books. chocolate...ah... if i had to choose never to go to a library or never eat chocolate again, i'd probably turn in my card for the hershey's. but i'd spend alot of time in barbara's bestsellers. books or chocolate is no question- books win every time. they're so much better than tv. first, have i mentioned they're free? and they're portable. and they can be private, you can read on the train without bugging others... but you can read out loud to a group or a lover and it's much more personal and engaging than, say, watching a movie together. and they're unexhaustable. there are more written every day, and the library is always buying more, and even if you don't count all the millions i'm not interested in, there are still more than i'll ever be able to read. and they're all so different. i sometimes imagine the stories actually unfolding in the physical space of each and every book. you open them up, and there are all the characters living their stories, like polly pocket. and it's like the city. each of these very different stories, lined up next to each other on the shelves, stacked up in aisles, each unaware of the one happening next to it. like people in apartment complexes. i think of both the city and the 7th floor (literature and foreign launguage) like that- this complete story that can always be telescoped out to see this enormous context, a sort of collective unconscious of humanity... or literature, as the case may be.
i was going to give this rant after reading the utne article, then i read one about turning route 66 into a bike path. it's going so slowly, cause of funding. what the #@$%? i can't think of anything more important. sheesh. i hate to think how many billions of dollars we're spending on this fucking war, all the money going through giant corporations, oprah giving everyone cars. i get so frustrated by the stupid things getting too much money and the important things not getting any. children. the homeless. the uninsured. the mentally ill. the cyclists. my god. that's perhaps why i love libraries so much. they are perhaps the only federally funded thing that's still managing to do it right. not that's it's perfect, esp. not equally across the country, but really- there's nothing better than a library. information is power.
and my FAVOURITE quote is in the popular library, on the wall above circulation. it's by groucho marx:
"outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
1.10.05
more fabulous text messages
Gibbabe9: Ummm, pants rock
Gibbabe9: Pants are the reason I get up every morning
Gibbabe9: Well, that's a lie. But still, they are critical
Rainheads: pants are some of the most uncomfortable sort of clothing, after, say, corsets and heels. in my opinion.
Gibbabe9: So if I wore a corset, pants and heels, that would be bad, eh?
Rainheads: no, it would be totally hot... but you would be crying you'd be so uncomfortable. well, perhaps you wouldn't, because pants are why you get up in the morning.
Gibbabe9: I am not sure if hot is the right word to describe that
Rainheads: depends on which corset you wear.
Gibbabe9: Well, I have so many to choose from, it's incredible
Gibbabe9: Drawers stuffed full
Gibbabe9: FULL I tell you
Rainheads: heels, too, i'm sure. the combinations are endless
Gibbabe9: Yes, I just have a plethora of heels
Gibbabe9: Priya is cashed out on the couch. I think I might not be going to the bar tonight
Rainheads: just wait until i come to detroit. i will wear all of your costumes out to the bar.
Gibbabe9: Hmmm, I might want to take a trip to salvation army so as not to disappoint you
Rainheads: lots o corsets there, too
Gibbabe9: I could stock up
Gibbabe9: Never know when you might need a corset
Rainheads: they're excellent for your posture.
Gibbabe9: It would help my back
Rainheads: and girls would swoon over your figure
Gibbabe9: Yet, I feel like I should attempt a little foot binding if I am going to wear a corset
Rainheads: no, it's too late. you gotta start that much earlier.
Gibbabe9: Hmmm, I guess I'll take the wraps off then
Rainheads: corsets are for everyone- goths, fetishists, revolutionary war reinactors, rennesance faire lovers- everyone!
Gibbabe9: bulldykes....truck drivers....elementary school teachers...
Gibbabe9: Pants are the reason I get up every morning
Gibbabe9: Well, that's a lie. But still, they are critical
Rainheads: pants are some of the most uncomfortable sort of clothing, after, say, corsets and heels. in my opinion.
Gibbabe9: So if I wore a corset, pants and heels, that would be bad, eh?
Rainheads: no, it would be totally hot... but you would be crying you'd be so uncomfortable. well, perhaps you wouldn't, because pants are why you get up in the morning.
Gibbabe9: I am not sure if hot is the right word to describe that
Rainheads: depends on which corset you wear.
Gibbabe9: Well, I have so many to choose from, it's incredible
Gibbabe9: Drawers stuffed full
Gibbabe9: FULL I tell you
Rainheads: heels, too, i'm sure. the combinations are endless
Gibbabe9: Yes, I just have a plethora of heels
Gibbabe9: Priya is cashed out on the couch. I think I might not be going to the bar tonight
Rainheads: just wait until i come to detroit. i will wear all of your costumes out to the bar.
Gibbabe9: Hmmm, I might want to take a trip to salvation army so as not to disappoint you
Rainheads: lots o corsets there, too
Gibbabe9: I could stock up
Gibbabe9: Never know when you might need a corset
Rainheads: they're excellent for your posture.
Gibbabe9: It would help my back
Rainheads: and girls would swoon over your figure
Gibbabe9: Yet, I feel like I should attempt a little foot binding if I am going to wear a corset
Rainheads: no, it's too late. you gotta start that much earlier.
Gibbabe9: Hmmm, I guess I'll take the wraps off then
Rainheads: corsets are for everyone- goths, fetishists, revolutionary war reinactors, rennesance faire lovers- everyone!
Gibbabe9: bulldykes....truck drivers....elementary school teachers...
i love my neighborhood
do you ever think, "ugh, i have to find my keys, haul open the garage door, get all my junk in the car, and i hate pulling out on broadway, then i have to find a parking spot... i think i'll just walk!"? cause that's how i feel about my bicycle. it's just so effing heavy. i ended up walking to the hardware store- found good rope for belts for my fishermen. also- a pink toilet seat!! i hate my squishy cracked one- i can't imagine what's living inside it. so i'll have to change that now that i've drug it home. i wrapped up a package for laura, then rode my bike to the post office.
laura says the germans were laughing at how i can't drive. but traffic's so bad on a bike- i can't imagine driving a car. laura was joking about "letting" me drive hers- i do hope it was just a joke, and she won't make me. anyway, after the post office i'm riding south on ashland. the street's wide open, and i really feel like i should cut over while i have the chance, because i can never remember where clark breaks off. butt i don't, i wait 2 more lights, then when i can see the trees of gesthseme ahead, i make my break and head over to the left lane. well, i'm about 2 blocks early. shit. then there's this big suv behind me honking like crazy. what the hell am i supposed to do now?? sure, i fucked up, but i'm pedaling as hard as i can to get out of it as fast as possible. i'm certainly not going to merge right 3 lanes just to merge right again a block later. the suv finally passes me, screaming out the window, "you're gonna get a ticket!!" ugh. FINALLY clark comes and i can move right again.
i go past the dance store 3 times before i find it. they have to order my pampoosies. damn. i hope they get here on time. walk to edgewater produce- god, i love it so much. i ride home on glenwood again. such charming people out on bikes, kids running around, sidewalk sales...and there i am, in my vintage halter dress, on my bicycle, going around the roundabout with my dreadlocks sticking out from under my helmet and my panier with its fresh vegetables sticking out from the top of it... it was a good feeling of belonging, i don't think i've felt it yet in my new neighborhood. i mean, it's not hyde park, but i could be content here for a long time.
laura says the germans were laughing at how i can't drive. but traffic's so bad on a bike- i can't imagine driving a car. laura was joking about "letting" me drive hers- i do hope it was just a joke, and she won't make me. anyway, after the post office i'm riding south on ashland. the street's wide open, and i really feel like i should cut over while i have the chance, because i can never remember where clark breaks off. butt i don't, i wait 2 more lights, then when i can see the trees of gesthseme ahead, i make my break and head over to the left lane. well, i'm about 2 blocks early. shit. then there's this big suv behind me honking like crazy. what the hell am i supposed to do now?? sure, i fucked up, but i'm pedaling as hard as i can to get out of it as fast as possible. i'm certainly not going to merge right 3 lanes just to merge right again a block later. the suv finally passes me, screaming out the window, "you're gonna get a ticket!!" ugh. FINALLY clark comes and i can move right again.
i go past the dance store 3 times before i find it. they have to order my pampoosies. damn. i hope they get here on time. walk to edgewater produce- god, i love it so much. i ride home on glenwood again. such charming people out on bikes, kids running around, sidewalk sales...and there i am, in my vintage halter dress, on my bicycle, going around the roundabout with my dreadlocks sticking out from under my helmet and my panier with its fresh vegetables sticking out from the top of it... it was a good feeling of belonging, i don't think i've felt it yet in my new neighborhood. i mean, it's not hyde park, but i could be content here for a long time.
art, too.
and i forgot to post them, but here are my vegetable pastels:
radishes for laura:
and a red pepper for meike:
radishes for laura:
and a red pepper for meike:
hurridly
i'm sorry i didn't post last night (when i had all sorts of time) blogger was down for maintenence. sigh. I always feel bad not posting thursday nights, but i just can't. i'm too tired. classes start at 9.30 thursday, and they don't end till 10. i don't get home till 11- and i have to leave the house for work friday morning at 8. there's just no time to blog. i wanted to though. esp. about the card i recieved from laura, a thank you card from the weekend she was here- it has chopsticks and 3 smiling sushi on the front, and it says, "you maki me happy!" she said, "isn't this perfect?" and i concured.
anyway, a delightful surprise was waiting by my mailbox again last night. york didn't loose my film, they just took 3 fucking weeks to mail it to me, and they did NOT post my pics online. so i went back out to walgreens and scaned them in. it's now 1.99 for the cd AND .39c per picture scanned. i say this sucks so badly. $6! for what should have happend a week ago for .99c!! grrrrr. so i spent all last night uploading the pics to york. but i couldn't post them cause blogger was down.
leave a comment, let me know if 16 more pics mean that this window takes too long to load. i can embed the pics in the appropriate entries, but that just takes so long. i dont have time now- my show loads out a week from yesterday- first dress is a week from tomorrow.
anyway, without further ado, my last roll of film:
the half finished knitting projects: (i'm on the toe of the sock now, and i've started the back of the sweater.. more pics when they're done.)
My fabulous new apartment.
here is me thinking hard, painting my renderings:
here is my selfportrait showing how much worse my new mirrored doors are than krab was in the old place:
and here is granville on a rainy night. it reminds me of a gangsta movie, but it's my home and i love it:
gabrielle and i on our last shopping trip on belmont (i'm wearing the self-concious outfit as you may remember):
and now for the gallery of laura.
"you maki me happy!"
laura and me and carrie, all post-makeover
hot chick on the train platform
poorly lit hug
my FAVORITE self portrait of us, on belmont. i love how you can see our reflection in the mirrors and the reflection of the stuff across the street in the window.
in the drag queen store, laura displays her long- haired look
leaving chicago can suck it (nice new hat, though!)
"hey mom, it's laura. i just wanted you to know, i made a DECISION, i DECIDED to stay in chicago and spend a few more hours with caitlin..."
anyway, a delightful surprise was waiting by my mailbox again last night. york didn't loose my film, they just took 3 fucking weeks to mail it to me, and they did NOT post my pics online. so i went back out to walgreens and scaned them in. it's now 1.99 for the cd AND .39c per picture scanned. i say this sucks so badly. $6! for what should have happend a week ago for .99c!! grrrrr. so i spent all last night uploading the pics to york. but i couldn't post them cause blogger was down.
leave a comment, let me know if 16 more pics mean that this window takes too long to load. i can embed the pics in the appropriate entries, but that just takes so long. i dont have time now- my show loads out a week from yesterday- first dress is a week from tomorrow.
anyway, without further ado, my last roll of film:
the half finished knitting projects: (i'm on the toe of the sock now, and i've started the back of the sweater.. more pics when they're done.)
My fabulous new apartment.
here is me thinking hard, painting my renderings:
here is my selfportrait showing how much worse my new mirrored doors are than krab was in the old place:
and here is granville on a rainy night. it reminds me of a gangsta movie, but it's my home and i love it:
gabrielle and i on our last shopping trip on belmont (i'm wearing the self-concious outfit as you may remember):
and now for the gallery of laura.
"you maki me happy!"
laura and me and carrie, all post-makeover
hot chick on the train platform
poorly lit hug
my FAVORITE self portrait of us, on belmont. i love how you can see our reflection in the mirrors and the reflection of the stuff across the street in the window.
in the drag queen store, laura displays her long- haired look
leaving chicago can suck it (nice new hat, though!)
"hey mom, it's laura. i just wanted you to know, i made a DECISION, i DECIDED to stay in chicago and spend a few more hours with caitlin..."
28.9.05
unmentioned birthday gifts
oh, i'm sorry. so many people have said that they were sad not to find their gifts on my list. so...
before my birthday, z sent me Empress of the World by sara ryan, which i've been dying for for such a long time it seems- i was holding out to buy it as sommerküße in german. but now i want to lend it to laura, so z was kind enough to provide.
and on my b-day, i got a cd from justine!! unforntunately, i haven't had enough time to type in all the song titles, so it hasn't been exported to pearl, so i haven't really listenened to it closely yet. it seems very boy heavy, but that's ok. and i only know one song, chocolate by snow patrol, so that's excited. i *heart* new music. and yes, it is a verb.
finally, the best birthday gift a girl could ever ask for. a postcard. blue highliter and sharpie birds on the front. the back reads, "21 sep 05- caitlin- no one has ever baked me cookies- at least not by mail. wow. they sat too long in my po box for me to eat them.... but suffice to say i was deeply flattered. see you next time in chicago! x, mckeown. "
more love!! it's everywhere i look, always filling up my mailbox!
before my birthday, z sent me Empress of the World by sara ryan, which i've been dying for for such a long time it seems- i was holding out to buy it as sommerküße in german. but now i want to lend it to laura, so z was kind enough to provide.
and on my b-day, i got a cd from justine!! unforntunately, i haven't had enough time to type in all the song titles, so it hasn't been exported to pearl, so i haven't really listenened to it closely yet. it seems very boy heavy, but that's ok. and i only know one song, chocolate by snow patrol, so that's excited. i *heart* new music. and yes, it is a verb.
finally, the best birthday gift a girl could ever ask for. a postcard. blue highliter and sharpie birds on the front. the back reads, "21 sep 05- caitlin- no one has ever baked me cookies- at least not by mail. wow. they sat too long in my po box for me to eat them.... but suffice to say i was deeply flattered. see you next time in chicago! x, mckeown. "
more love!! it's everywhere i look, always filling up my mailbox!
too tired to blog
god, i have so many emails to answer. ch is in a sad, depressed mood. would SOMEBODY please come in and buy flowers? september has been awful. i feel so bad. left work early so i could go all the way to vogue to buy extra bits of fabric. it was awful. pouring down rain. they were sold out of one dress fabric. i bought enough replacement to make a whole other dress. and aprons. i couldn't find anything i liked. i ended up buying 14$ a yard linnen. ugh. way too much money. for nasty aprons i'm going to distress.
meanwhile, i've been compiling love songs. listen kiddos, it's gotten bad. i can't hide it here anymore. i don't care if emily reads. or if leah's laughing at me. or whatever. i'm compiling love songs, ok? mixes will be mailed soon.
meanwhile, i've been compiling love songs. listen kiddos, it's gotten bad. i can't hide it here anymore. i don't care if emily reads. or if leah's laughing at me. or whatever. i'm compiling love songs, ok? mixes will be mailed soon.
nother dream post
they had these hot pink crocs (those rubber clog shoes) on sale in the windows of marshall fields, cause of the name change. only $44! and in the dream i really wanted them. but i had to go to fiction writing class, and it was at lott's house, and i thought i'd go at break when the girls took the bus to the convienience store. but lott lives really far away, like irving park and cicero. so i couldn't make it there and back. perhaps i could go tomorrow- no, i have to go back to vogue. shoot.
27.9.05
thinking....
not that i usally bother keeping track, but i haven't had my period since michigan womyn's music festival. hmmm. i think i'm pregnant.
always something to worry about
lets see. today's classes. lighting was more boring lecture, but it was color theory, which at least i can understand. he kept talking about white light, which was eqally boring from a spectrum standpoint, but if you thought of it from a new age religious standpoint, it made the lecture really funny.
every tuesday i hate gender and culture a little bit more. i will never speak in that class again. damn antropology. midterm exam next week. everyone says i shouldn't drop it. i don't believe them.
there was excitement, at first, at work in the costume shop today for me. my hats and sweater came!!! they are all perfect. the sweater is SO lanoliny. i hope, hope, hope it fits. but then, terror struck- i was informed i don't have enough of the dress fabric. sigh. so i have to go back to vogue tomorrow. leave work early, go to evanston, sigh. then patti left and the stress got much better. i just stitched my fat suit while christopher cut his lining. we ate sugar cookies from jewel and listened to the cranberries. so glad tom has that cd- i MUST remember to take cds in with me thursday!
told christopher i was in love today. it was so much fun. he was SO in the pink room last year when he started going out with david, and he's still pretty giddy, so it was very nice. after work, we ended up going to jewel together- he got something to eat before his night class and i bought groceries. it was charming to shop with someone live (rather than on the phone). he carried my basket for me. i told him it was so nice to shop as a pair- we should get gay married. he laughed.
got home after dark, did NOT turn on the computer and went right to the kitchen to make dinner. something fast- taco salad. it should be mentioned i think i will NEVER buy an avacado again. this is sad, because avacados remind me of g, and you know how i love things that remind me of g. she loves avocados, and will eat them straight up. ch, too, believes the mexian adage that they are poor man's butter. also, i've been collecting pits, cause they're so hard to start, and i want to sprout one for laura. her new place is plantless, and i think an avocado is something she could keep alive. how i would manage to get it to her is another question, but i'll figure that out after i have one potted with leaves. i have 2 suspended over their little glasses on straight pins (because i'm a seamstress, after all, and don't own toothpicks) right now, and one of them better root, cause i don't think i'm ever buying an avacado again. they just don't fit into the way i eat. i buy groceries once a week, and the veggies have to last until the end of the week if neccessary. i've thrown away 3 acacados in the past 2 weeks. i sqeeze all the the avacados in the store, and pick the perfect one. just a little bit of give, ripe but not squishy. i get all excited about my avacado meal, slice into the avacado a few days later, only to find it brown and nasty. sad! they'r not cheep little buggers. or light, for that matter. i drug them the whole way home from the grocery store, and will have to drag their squishy little dead bodies the whole way to the dumpster. not a good use of my time. especially now that i have to plan something else for dinner, something that doesn't involve avacados. or just have an avacadoless meal- sure the sushi was good, but how much better would it have been with avacado? we'll never know. so today, hoping to preemtively avoid this very problem, i bought an avacado with a little less give than normal. then i brought it home and decided to make the taco salad tonight, and use it right way. well, this one is crunchy and green tasting. i know avacados are green, but they're not supposed to TASTE green. and crunchy- well, crunchy is NOT a good atribute. sigh. but once i cut it in half, what was i supposed to do? you can't put it back together to ripen for a few days. one cut, and your committed. another lame meal. it's hard enough to cook these days. i'll be avoiding avocados in the future. at least until they genetically engineer one to stay ripe for more than a 12 hour window.
every tuesday i hate gender and culture a little bit more. i will never speak in that class again. damn antropology. midterm exam next week. everyone says i shouldn't drop it. i don't believe them.
there was excitement, at first, at work in the costume shop today for me. my hats and sweater came!!! they are all perfect. the sweater is SO lanoliny. i hope, hope, hope it fits. but then, terror struck- i was informed i don't have enough of the dress fabric. sigh. so i have to go back to vogue tomorrow. leave work early, go to evanston, sigh. then patti left and the stress got much better. i just stitched my fat suit while christopher cut his lining. we ate sugar cookies from jewel and listened to the cranberries. so glad tom has that cd- i MUST remember to take cds in with me thursday!
told christopher i was in love today. it was so much fun. he was SO in the pink room last year when he started going out with david, and he's still pretty giddy, so it was very nice. after work, we ended up going to jewel together- he got something to eat before his night class and i bought groceries. it was charming to shop with someone live (rather than on the phone). he carried my basket for me. i told him it was so nice to shop as a pair- we should get gay married. he laughed.
got home after dark, did NOT turn on the computer and went right to the kitchen to make dinner. something fast- taco salad. it should be mentioned i think i will NEVER buy an avacado again. this is sad, because avacados remind me of g, and you know how i love things that remind me of g. she loves avocados, and will eat them straight up. ch, too, believes the mexian adage that they are poor man's butter. also, i've been collecting pits, cause they're so hard to start, and i want to sprout one for laura. her new place is plantless, and i think an avocado is something she could keep alive. how i would manage to get it to her is another question, but i'll figure that out after i have one potted with leaves. i have 2 suspended over their little glasses on straight pins (because i'm a seamstress, after all, and don't own toothpicks) right now, and one of them better root, cause i don't think i'm ever buying an avacado again. they just don't fit into the way i eat. i buy groceries once a week, and the veggies have to last until the end of the week if neccessary. i've thrown away 3 acacados in the past 2 weeks. i sqeeze all the the avacados in the store, and pick the perfect one. just a little bit of give, ripe but not squishy. i get all excited about my avacado meal, slice into the avacado a few days later, only to find it brown and nasty. sad! they'r not cheep little buggers. or light, for that matter. i drug them the whole way home from the grocery store, and will have to drag their squishy little dead bodies the whole way to the dumpster. not a good use of my time. especially now that i have to plan something else for dinner, something that doesn't involve avacados. or just have an avacadoless meal- sure the sushi was good, but how much better would it have been with avacado? we'll never know. so today, hoping to preemtively avoid this very problem, i bought an avacado with a little less give than normal. then i brought it home and decided to make the taco salad tonight, and use it right way. well, this one is crunchy and green tasting. i know avacados are green, but they're not supposed to TASTE green. and crunchy- well, crunchy is NOT a good atribute. sigh. but once i cut it in half, what was i supposed to do? you can't put it back together to ripen for a few days. one cut, and your committed. another lame meal. it's hard enough to cook these days. i'll be avoiding avocados in the future. at least until they genetically engineer one to stay ripe for more than a 12 hour window.
26.9.05
so behind
so, jamie and pi have departed on their cross country trip. leaving me poor, my weekend over, with very little homework done. i had a marvelous time with them, don't get me wrong. i'm just not allowed to have that much fun these days. i want to say i won't be writing now for a bit, but you know i have to write, because of fiction writing. i need to buy more elm. oh how i need more elm, along with hornbeam, and usally white chestnut. i'm definately using white chestnut over laura, and a bit of larch, too, i must admit. anyway.
i have a cauliflower in my refrigerator- bread and spreads and not much else. sigh. need to go grocery shopping AGAIN. am eating a boxed indian meal- a new brand which i hate- my palak paneer tastes like firey cud. ugh. somebody kill me.
but hey, i checked my voice mail again, and i was so so sad to hear that g's fabulous message was gone, the one that started with her shrieking, "CAITLIN! LAURA comes tomorrow! aren't you excited? i know i am!!" because that one's lost, i'm going to record this one here:
" hi caitlin it's laura. well, listen, you don't need to be sad, beacause your projects ARE going to go wonderfully and you WILL get the info you need, and you'll pull it off because you're one of the most creative, impressive, talented people i've ever encountered in all of my days! i mean, you do everything well, so of course you'll do this well, so don't worry. i have the utmost confidence in you."
i have a cauliflower in my refrigerator- bread and spreads and not much else. sigh. need to go grocery shopping AGAIN. am eating a boxed indian meal- a new brand which i hate- my palak paneer tastes like firey cud. ugh. somebody kill me.
but hey, i checked my voice mail again, and i was so so sad to hear that g's fabulous message was gone, the one that started with her shrieking, "CAITLIN! LAURA comes tomorrow! aren't you excited? i know i am!!" because that one's lost, i'm going to record this one here:
" hi caitlin it's laura. well, listen, you don't need to be sad, beacause your projects ARE going to go wonderfully and you WILL get the info you need, and you'll pull it off because you're one of the most creative, impressive, talented people i've ever encountered in all of my days! i mean, you do everything well, so of course you'll do this well, so don't worry. i have the utmost confidence in you."
24.9.05
photos of the germans!
me on the train!
jamie with a penguin!
peter with coca-cola!
and the three of us together!
me and peter! ("oh no, is it starting to regen?"
me and jamie ("take it fast, it's definately starting to rain!")
the three of us together, reflected in the bean
see, this is how the curvy reflective surface works- see me reflected? see jamie's glasses?
and under cloud gate, it pours. we have 2 wet germans and 1 wet american.
jamie with a penguin!
peter with coca-cola!
and the three of us together!
me and peter! ("oh no, is it starting to regen?"
me and jamie ("take it fast, it's definately starting to rain!")
the three of us together, reflected in the bean
see, this is how the curvy reflective surface works- see me reflected? see jamie's glasses?
and under cloud gate, it pours. we have 2 wet germans and 1 wet american.
birthday, etc.
it happened to laura two days ago, and to me today!
happy birthday to us!
i know it looks like laura and i are hanging out together, but these are just reminants from her previous visit. really, it's me and "the germans"! jamie and pi and i are having a fabulous time together. last night we went to boni vino together, so chicago. today we're going to millenium park and hyde park and going to bookstores! we might hit belmont, too, if we have time.
also, i should give you a run down of my boxes:
wednesday: grandma. special k cookies (my fave) grand canyon bookmark, 25 quarters, sunday school magazines, check.
thursday: laura: supersoft leather apple change purse, funny frog socks, beautiful sparkly box, picture and alix olsen quote.
friday: dad via amazon- ipod speakers, kurt vonegut book.
anne in SF- brightly colored and funny shaped measuring spoons
a- organic aloe, colorado magnet, celestial seasonings tea, hanuta minis, and a unknown grain- quinoa perhaps?
perhaps there will be more today! already ive gotten german cds and book from anne! and more froggy socks! and wärend du schliefst! and more hanuta! i love germans. and their stuff. but they're totally fun too.
anyway- i shouldn't be typing, i have a birthday to celebrate!
happy birthday to us!
i know it looks like laura and i are hanging out together, but these are just reminants from her previous visit. really, it's me and "the germans"! jamie and pi and i are having a fabulous time together. last night we went to boni vino together, so chicago. today we're going to millenium park and hyde park and going to bookstores! we might hit belmont, too, if we have time.
also, i should give you a run down of my boxes:
wednesday: grandma. special k cookies (my fave) grand canyon bookmark, 25 quarters, sunday school magazines, check.
thursday: laura: supersoft leather apple change purse, funny frog socks, beautiful sparkly box, picture and alix olsen quote.
friday: dad via amazon- ipod speakers, kurt vonegut book.
anne in SF- brightly colored and funny shaped measuring spoons
a- organic aloe, colorado magnet, celestial seasonings tea, hanuta minis, and a unknown grain- quinoa perhaps?
perhaps there will be more today! already ive gotten german cds and book from anne! and more froggy socks! and wärend du schliefst! and more hanuta! i love germans. and their stuff. but they're totally fun too.
anyway- i shouldn't be typing, i have a birthday to celebrate!
21.9.05
movies
laura sent me a text message today wishing her life was more fairy tale, and i tend to agree, with the paper i have to write and more of this damn show. (the irish place emailed, they only have 2 white tams.) but then, it really doesn't seem likely, considering just 2 weekends ago was this:
"I just described our weekend as a montage from a cheesy lesbian movie.. only the lack of a passionate embrace at the top of the sears tower prevents total cliché"
"I just described our weekend as a montage from a cheesy lesbian movie.. only the lack of a passionate embrace at the top of the sears tower prevents total cliché"
20.9.05
so stressed out.
i hate my show. i hate my life. i wish i could post sound clips from laura's voicemail, today, though. thank god there's SOMETHING worth living for.
19.9.05
costume shopping
nothing new or exciting here. stayed up too late talking to laura & addressing her birthday gift. this seems to be average of my days, recently. though it's amazing how being friends with her has created structure in my day and my emotional personality, it's starting to feel a little like being in love with jon sheebish- i just want to talk on the phone way more than i can afford, and certainly more than i want my mother to know about. but really i can't whine, as cell phones mean no long distance, free after 8 and all weekends.
anyway, there was more of my weekend than that. did i type about my LAME vogue experience on saturday? i called pam and she said, "you should draw first, then swatch. don't listen to frances. she does it so funny." well, thanks. that really helps me now. but then we made plans to get together yesterday morning.
when i got to her house she was still wearing her eyeball pj pants and her husband mike was wiping sleepies out of his eyes. i thought we'd wax my hair first, but then mike offered to drive me to vogue. SCORE! he sat in the car reading harry potter while pam gave me moral support and helped me find suitable substitutes. we were hungry at this point, so pam suggested we go down to devon for lunch. udupi palace was closed, but we went to tiffin's sunday buffet- yummy! i feel bad, living so close to devon, that i haven't had indian food since i bought it for my movers. then, since we were so close, we dropped the fabric off at my house. then back to theirs... irving park takes just as long in a car as on a bus... ugh!
it seemed silly to crawl the whole way accross the city to get to pam's house again knowing i'd soon be crawing back on the bus. but fantasy headquarters had been so hyped, and i was having NO luck finding wigs online. so off we went!
it is beyond just a "halloween store." we entered into the wig room, with hundreds and hundreds of wigs on little heads up and down the aisles. real wigs that looked like hair, clown wigs, purple and pink and everything else wigs. and then there were thousands and thousands of wigs in bags on the walls. we found a nice granny wig for eileen and kate, and had a much harder time finding something good in white for mammy. finally mike found somehting long and straight that hopefully tom will help me braid up and style. south of the wig room was the mascot room, and you could see the parade animals heads lined creepily up on the walls, but we didn't go in. we continued north, the next room being long and tall and skinny, and the walls were filled with shelves and shelves of masks, neatly organized up to the ceiling. monsters, celebrities, everything.
but we went right through and into hats, where the nice girl found me a lovely leprachaun bowler. i wanted to continue looking, though. so i didn't pay for it right away. the makeup counter is fabulous- all kinds of ben nye stuff. gallons and gallons of stage blood. there was a shelf of mustaches and beards. little ones, big ones, blond ones, black ones, caterpillars and handlebars... and then my fave- the false eyelash display! every color of the rainbow, every density of black, glitter or non. lame or hair. they had these great ones that instead of a string on the eye, had rhinestones. so it's like false eyelashes with rhinestone eyeliner. and, there's much more space to put the glue- they look much more stable and less fragile. we explored the specialty costumes, and then chatted with a columbia student who pam knows who coordinates rentals. finally, as i bought my hat, pam and mike browsed the party supplies. the orange and black napkins, the spiderweb that glows under blacklight, the skull funnel. it was so much fun- who more appropriate to go to fantasy headquarters with than the goth and the pirate? pam used to work there, and she says it's just fun to shop. working there takes all the joy out of halloween and christmas.
anyway, after i came home, i had just enough time to wash the dishes and eat dinner before it was time to head over to ch's. he's been all addicted to listening to KCRW's morning becomes eclectic interviews on his real player. so i went over to listen to the radio, and i took my risk since i've had such a hankering to play. jack played too, but ch beat us good. he'd conquered the world in an hour and a half!
anyway, there was more of my weekend than that. did i type about my LAME vogue experience on saturday? i called pam and she said, "you should draw first, then swatch. don't listen to frances. she does it so funny." well, thanks. that really helps me now. but then we made plans to get together yesterday morning.
when i got to her house she was still wearing her eyeball pj pants and her husband mike was wiping sleepies out of his eyes. i thought we'd wax my hair first, but then mike offered to drive me to vogue. SCORE! he sat in the car reading harry potter while pam gave me moral support and helped me find suitable substitutes. we were hungry at this point, so pam suggested we go down to devon for lunch. udupi palace was closed, but we went to tiffin's sunday buffet- yummy! i feel bad, living so close to devon, that i haven't had indian food since i bought it for my movers. then, since we were so close, we dropped the fabric off at my house. then back to theirs... irving park takes just as long in a car as on a bus... ugh!
it seemed silly to crawl the whole way accross the city to get to pam's house again knowing i'd soon be crawing back on the bus. but fantasy headquarters had been so hyped, and i was having NO luck finding wigs online. so off we went!
it is beyond just a "halloween store." we entered into the wig room, with hundreds and hundreds of wigs on little heads up and down the aisles. real wigs that looked like hair, clown wigs, purple and pink and everything else wigs. and then there were thousands and thousands of wigs in bags on the walls. we found a nice granny wig for eileen and kate, and had a much harder time finding something good in white for mammy. finally mike found somehting long and straight that hopefully tom will help me braid up and style. south of the wig room was the mascot room, and you could see the parade animals heads lined creepily up on the walls, but we didn't go in. we continued north, the next room being long and tall and skinny, and the walls were filled with shelves and shelves of masks, neatly organized up to the ceiling. monsters, celebrities, everything.
but we went right through and into hats, where the nice girl found me a lovely leprachaun bowler. i wanted to continue looking, though. so i didn't pay for it right away. the makeup counter is fabulous- all kinds of ben nye stuff. gallons and gallons of stage blood. there was a shelf of mustaches and beards. little ones, big ones, blond ones, black ones, caterpillars and handlebars... and then my fave- the false eyelash display! every color of the rainbow, every density of black, glitter or non. lame or hair. they had these great ones that instead of a string on the eye, had rhinestones. so it's like false eyelashes with rhinestone eyeliner. and, there's much more space to put the glue- they look much more stable and less fragile. we explored the specialty costumes, and then chatted with a columbia student who pam knows who coordinates rentals. finally, as i bought my hat, pam and mike browsed the party supplies. the orange and black napkins, the spiderweb that glows under blacklight, the skull funnel. it was so much fun- who more appropriate to go to fantasy headquarters with than the goth and the pirate? pam used to work there, and she says it's just fun to shop. working there takes all the joy out of halloween and christmas.
anyway, after i came home, i had just enough time to wash the dishes and eat dinner before it was time to head over to ch's. he's been all addicted to listening to KCRW's morning becomes eclectic interviews on his real player. so i went over to listen to the radio, and i took my risk since i've had such a hankering to play. jack played too, but ch beat us good. he'd conquered the world in an hour and a half!
18.9.05
overheard conversation
required, required, blah blah blah.
they still had my telephone number as 312. do you know how long ago that was?
312 is downtown....
people live there but the majority is not. the majority don't live downtown.
somebody stole my wallet, took everything, all my ids, so i just tell them, at jewel, at walgreens, and they swipe their card.
i figure there's a good reason for the card- they put the card in, see what i like, then discontinue it. you like a flavor of something, suddenly it's "we don't carry that anymore." i gotta pay attention here, i'll miss my stop.
you ever go to coneys?
my boyfriend does
they have cheap meat- it sure beats the hell out of shopping at jewel.
i hate dominicks, it was so expensive.
they have one or 2 different items you can buy when you go to the different stores, but....
they still had my telephone number as 312. do you know how long ago that was?
312 is downtown....
people live there but the majority is not. the majority don't live downtown.
somebody stole my wallet, took everything, all my ids, so i just tell them, at jewel, at walgreens, and they swipe their card.
i figure there's a good reason for the card- they put the card in, see what i like, then discontinue it. you like a flavor of something, suddenly it's "we don't carry that anymore." i gotta pay attention here, i'll miss my stop.
you ever go to coneys?
my boyfriend does
they have cheap meat- it sure beats the hell out of shopping at jewel.
i hate dominicks, it was so expensive.
they have one or 2 different items you can buy when you go to the different stores, but....
17.9.05
letter to the editor
To whom it may concern:
I have been a Tribune subscriber for the past four years- the entire time I’ve lived in Chicago. All newspaper readers in Chicago must make the difficult decision of which newspaper to read. The Tribune has narrowly won my vote by having a superior comics section. However, I was aghast last Sunday to find Agnes missing. One of the funniest comics published, Agnes’s sarcastic wit and snarky sense of humor has made her the comic I clip the most. While I can't begrudge the return of Calvin and Hobbes, Humble Stumble does not look like it will have the same cleverness or endearing characters of Agnes. Kids Across and Parents Down could replace Doodles without taking valuable comic space. I don't believe your previous new comics are particularly funny either. Prickly City is occasionally good, but Brewster Rocket is never comic in the least. By choosing the Tribune's comic section, I give up Pearls Before Swine, Frank and Ernest, Drabble and Sally Forth. Get Fuzzy, Doonesbury, and Agnes used to make this a fair trade. Now, I'm not so sure. I ask you to seriously reconsider your decision to cut Agnes. There are other less worthy comics that could be let go instead.
Sincerely,
Caitlin
I have been a Tribune subscriber for the past four years- the entire time I’ve lived in Chicago. All newspaper readers in Chicago must make the difficult decision of which newspaper to read. The Tribune has narrowly won my vote by having a superior comics section. However, I was aghast last Sunday to find Agnes missing. One of the funniest comics published, Agnes’s sarcastic wit and snarky sense of humor has made her the comic I clip the most. While I can't begrudge the return of Calvin and Hobbes, Humble Stumble does not look like it will have the same cleverness or endearing characters of Agnes. Kids Across and Parents Down could replace Doodles without taking valuable comic space. I don't believe your previous new comics are particularly funny either. Prickly City is occasionally good, but Brewster Rocket is never comic in the least. By choosing the Tribune's comic section, I give up Pearls Before Swine, Frank and Ernest, Drabble and Sally Forth. Get Fuzzy, Doonesbury, and Agnes used to make this a fair trade. Now, I'm not so sure. I ask you to seriously reconsider your decision to cut Agnes. There are other less worthy comics that could be let go instead.
Sincerely,
Caitlin
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