Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
It's 48 degrees in Los Angeles....
Run for your lives.
This is bad.
How bad?
My mother had to wear gloves to Christmas dinner. My great aunt wore a large leopard print jacket the entire night. My other aunt bemoaned the fact that it wasn't 70 degrees and that we are experiencing a "true winter."
The icing on the cake is that it is raining.
Holy shit.
Anything falls from the sky here and people worry about the roads cause rain means traffic. But most importantly, rain means frizzy hair. And god forbid you show your face at Christmas Eve with a poof horror on your head.
So rain is scary. Rain is winter.
Now, I don't want to sound like a snob but I just left New York yesterday.
At 11pm it was 22 degrees but with that bitch ice wind it felt like 7 degrees.
This week I had to shovel my walkway and driveway due to the 13 inches that fell on Friday and Saturday.
My street is an ice field, there were icicles hanging from my tires, and I carried my suitcase over a three foot snow pile.
Suck it up and have some more Christmas cookies for Christ's sake.
This is bad.
How bad?
My mother had to wear gloves to Christmas dinner. My great aunt wore a large leopard print jacket the entire night. My other aunt bemoaned the fact that it wasn't 70 degrees and that we are experiencing a "true winter."
The icing on the cake is that it is raining.
Holy shit.
Anything falls from the sky here and people worry about the roads cause rain means traffic. But most importantly, rain means frizzy hair. And god forbid you show your face at Christmas Eve with a poof horror on your head.
So rain is scary. Rain is winter.
Now, I don't want to sound like a snob but I just left New York yesterday.
At 11pm it was 22 degrees but with that bitch ice wind it felt like 7 degrees.
This week I had to shovel my walkway and driveway due to the 13 inches that fell on Friday and Saturday.
My street is an ice field, there were icicles hanging from my tires, and I carried my suitcase over a three foot snow pile.
Suck it up and have some more Christmas cookies for Christ's sake.
Friday, December 19, 2008
How I fell off the face of the earth....
If there are any lonely souls out there wondering where the hell I went to...I got sucked into this vortex of grad school and too much writing.
Sorry. Sorry.
Accept my apologies.
Sorry. Sorry.
Accept my apologies.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Because Drunk Happens
Most people have had unfortunate occasions where overwhelming inebriation leads to suddenly drunk calling and or texting and sometimes emailing. (Trying to make this sound scientific, or at least classy.)
So I guess it is only natural that Google mail would try to create a system that curbs the chance for a drunk's right to email.
I myself am a big fan of Shirley Temples. So if you ever get an email where I confess my undying love or tell you to go to hell-I mean it.
For all you other folks, your salvation is here:
http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1849897,00.html
So I guess it is only natural that Google mail would try to create a system that curbs the chance for a drunk's right to email.
I myself am a big fan of Shirley Temples. So if you ever get an email where I confess my undying love or tell you to go to hell-I mean it.
For all you other folks, your salvation is here:
http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1849897,00.html
Saturday, November 15, 2008
PRIDE
Dear California,
I miss you every day but especially as you go through this post Prop 8 world without me. I wish I could be there to face the 52% that took away your trail brazing status. Things aren't good California, Connecticut is now more progressive than you are. (I know, somewhere a generation of hippies are screaming and Los Angeles is looking at itself in the mirror and wondering how the county went yes on 8.)
But alas, there is hope yet. http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/
I will just keep protesting from New York.
Love,
A Straight for Gay Rights
From Gay Pride, this summer in San Francisco
I miss you every day but especially as you go through this post Prop 8 world without me. I wish I could be there to face the 52% that took away your trail brazing status. Things aren't good California, Connecticut is now more progressive than you are. (I know, somewhere a generation of hippies are screaming and Los Angeles is looking at itself in the mirror and wondering how the county went yes on 8.)
But alas, there is hope yet. http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/
I will just keep protesting from New York.
Love,
A Straight for Gay Rights
From Gay Pride, this summer in San Francisco
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