Reading some old posts....here's a piece of an entry from August four years ago:
"O, another note (this paragraph is not as happy as the others, so feel free to stop reading), when we got home, my mom got a phone call from a sort of acquaintance/friend/client of hers and apparently they are having a bit of trouble right now. The trouble? Their three year old son was playing in the kitchen and managed to get his own left hand chopped off. Very sad, it is. Though, if we looked at it from a better angle - at least he didn't have too much time to become attached to that hand... "
Delightful. I don't even remember that happening. I wonder what happened to the poor kid. I should ask mom...
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Secretary
I met the illustrious clients of our high profile secret project last week. It was sort of an odd situation. The room we were sitting in, as part of a historic building, was still very much styled as it was back in the 60s - that dim lighting, the walls a drab shade of off white, the carpet...let's not go there. And the clients, all of them were very distinguished looking white men in their 50s and up. And then there was me - the lone female in the room wearing a polka dot dress very reminiscent of a 1950s. Ironically, as the intern, all I did was sit further outside of their circle and take notes. If I was auditioning for the role of secretary, I'd say I was very appropriately dressed.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Affirmation
Every time I go to my parents home in Connecticut, I reaffirm that I love trees and breezes, and big houses with big windows.
I also reaffirm that I severely dislike loud children. SEVERELY. The neighbors seem to like to have barbecues every single weekend, and they'll invite lots of families with their kids. They'll play on the swingset and shout at each other. That's fine. But when they start to literally scream, like the shrill scream of a woman about to get eviscerated, then I start to feel a little high strung. And when that goes on for hours, I start to get a migraine. Yes, a literal migraine.
Finally, after the three weeks before I started work and the several weekends of it afterwards, I got fed up. Today I walked on over and put a bright big smile on my face. I introduced myself and apologized for intruding. They offered me some wine. I declined and told them I was "trying to get some work done." Of course, in truth, my work includes...er...playing video games that I haven't touched in a few months. But still, I just want them to stop screaming. One of the guests walked away saying, "Uh oh, we're in trouble now!" And the guy said, "OK, we'll move them over to tne farther swingset" (which they didn't) and then decided to criticize me and say, "Why don't you try coming over just to introduce yourself next time?" Douche. Bag. And the kids are still yelling, but at least they aren't screaming...
And I should add - I heard one of the guests saying while I was walking away, "We should get them to be as loud as we can." Okay, how old are you? You have children? What they hell kind of parent are you?
I also reaffirm that I severely dislike loud children. SEVERELY. The neighbors seem to like to have barbecues every single weekend, and they'll invite lots of families with their kids. They'll play on the swingset and shout at each other. That's fine. But when they start to literally scream, like the shrill scream of a woman about to get eviscerated, then I start to feel a little high strung. And when that goes on for hours, I start to get a migraine. Yes, a literal migraine.
Finally, after the three weeks before I started work and the several weekends of it afterwards, I got fed up. Today I walked on over and put a bright big smile on my face. I introduced myself and apologized for intruding. They offered me some wine. I declined and told them I was "trying to get some work done." Of course, in truth, my work includes...er...playing video games that I haven't touched in a few months. But still, I just want them to stop screaming. One of the guests walked away saying, "Uh oh, we're in trouble now!" And the guy said, "OK, we'll move them over to tne farther swingset" (which they didn't) and then decided to criticize me and say, "Why don't you try coming over just to introduce yourself next time?" Douche. Bag. And the kids are still yelling, but at least they aren't screaming...
And I should add - I heard one of the guests saying while I was walking away, "We should get them to be as loud as we can." Okay, how old are you? You have children? What they hell kind of parent are you?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Shocked and Appalled
If NY is really the center of the universe, why doesn't it have a good cupcake shop? Everyone talks about Magnolia and Billy's, the local cupcake go-to staples, but upon closer inspection (and in a few cases, tasting them), I've discovered that they don't have nearly the quality of Dozens or Coco's Cupcake Cafe in Pittsburgh. For one, there's no variety. Magnolia only has chocolate and vanilla. Billy's most "exotic" flavor offering is Banana. Now lets review Dozens. They offer among other classics, lavender, pancake, root beer (and it really does taste like rootbeer), strawberry lemonade and more. Coco's also offers delicious vegan varieties such as green tea with crystallized ginger and chocolate coconut. Regular varieties include things like Orange Kahlua, Raspberry Cabernet, Mimosa and Cinnamon Bun. Come on, New York, where's your ingenuity?
Quality wise, it's very much the same in both places, though I do prefer how Dozens cake is somewhat crispy on the outside.
Presentation-wise, I also find New York bakeries lacking. New York bakeries will make their layer cakes lavish pieces of architecture. However, they seem to think that a dressed up cupcake involves just sprinkles. Toss a little confetti and top and we have a party! Where's the art? It's something any lackluster mother could throw together for a kid's birthday party.
Let us compare:
The first two are from NY, the next are all from Pittsburgh. Is that coconut on the presentation photo actually dangling off the edge? I can understand it if it happens in an even or a deliberate asymmetrical manner, but the topping is done so unevenly. And the icing on the set of four cupcakes does not speak of smoothness. Now look at the ones from Pittsburgh. I think they speak for themselves.
Everyone's all about cupcakes in both cities, but sadly, NY is behind on the times. Admittedly, there's some hope for the future - http://kumquatcupcakery.blogspot.com/.
Quality wise, it's very much the same in both places, though I do prefer how Dozens cake is somewhat crispy on the outside.
Presentation-wise, I also find New York bakeries lacking. New York bakeries will make their layer cakes lavish pieces of architecture. However, they seem to think that a dressed up cupcake involves just sprinkles. Toss a little confetti and top and we have a party! Where's the art? It's something any lackluster mother could throw together for a kid's birthday party.
Let us compare:
The first two are from NY, the next are all from Pittsburgh. Is that coconut on the presentation photo actually dangling off the edge? I can understand it if it happens in an even or a deliberate asymmetrical manner, but the topping is done so unevenly. And the icing on the set of four cupcakes does not speak of smoothness. Now look at the ones from Pittsburgh. I think they speak for themselves.
Everyone's all about cupcakes in both cities, but sadly, NY is behind on the times. Admittedly, there's some hope for the future - http://kumquatcupcakery.blogspot.com/.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Fun fun fun fun fun
Other than me getting rained in on Friday, this weekend was great. Well, Thursday I went with Eric to go see the Ahn Trio at Damrosch Park. Unfortunately about three songs in, it started to pour so we sat under our umbrellas for the duration of the show. On Saturday, I met up with Estee and her friends from Colorado and we went tango dancing in Central Park. The free class was taught by some lady from Dancesport who I didn't particularly care for because she was teaching everyone choreography, not how to dance with a partner. Estee and I were both disappointed enough that we decided to ditch the class and go back to where the more experienced people were actually dancing. I danced with a little old guy who looked like Hannibal Lecter, another little old guy who wore nazi paraphrenalia, another old guy who looked like just a nice grandpa and a little old Catonese man who was very informative. I noticed that everytime I have trouble dancing with someone, it's because they took lessons at Dancesport. I get the feeling I won't be going there for lessons. I'll stick to Baila Tango, where I'm going to go tomorrow night for another lesson, actually. After the dancing, we all went to a Mexican place called Caliente Cab where we had delicious guacamole and highly alcoholic drinks. Estee was nearly passing out by then. Then we went to a pub for some beer and I decided to end my evening at 3. I met up with one of my friends and stayed over in Brooklyn instead of going all the way back to Flushing. Safer that way.
So today, I met up with Estee again and we went to the Lower East Side. There was a small fashion show showing off the various retailers of the district. The highlight was definitely DeMask's collection. It's a bondage shop so they had a girl come out in an electric blue police officer rubber catsuit/dominatrix outfit. Then some poor guy came out with a wierd dog head mask on his head, and he had a collar that had short chains that ended cuffed to his wrists. I think he thought it was hilarious and was really working it. Good thing he had his mask on because he was probably dying of laughter underneath it. The next outfit was most definitely a gimp suit, and the crotch part was very...uh...prominent. Then there was some unenthusiastic girl walking around in a wierd straight jacket. Not my thing, exactly, but really amusing. All the other clothes were normal - lots of vintage, etc. They also had free juice, free hand massages and free eyebrow threading, all of which I partook in. My eyebrows are all nice and neat now! Ending the day, Estee and I went to TeaNY - Moby's tea house. I had a lovely coconut egg cream sitting outside on the benches. There was an odd looking couple sitting near us - a seedy sort of hispanic guy and a really pretty model type girl and her little dog who had a full body mohawk. We played with the dog and chatted a bit with the couple all the while thinking the guy looked familiar. I mentioned it to Estee who said that he might have been on some tv shows. Maybe he played some druggie on Law and Order....
So today, I met up with Estee again and we went to the Lower East Side. There was a small fashion show showing off the various retailers of the district. The highlight was definitely DeMask's collection. It's a bondage shop so they had a girl come out in an electric blue police officer rubber catsuit/dominatrix outfit. Then some poor guy came out with a wierd dog head mask on his head, and he had a collar that had short chains that ended cuffed to his wrists. I think he thought it was hilarious and was really working it. Good thing he had his mask on because he was probably dying of laughter underneath it. The next outfit was most definitely a gimp suit, and the crotch part was very...uh...prominent. Then there was some unenthusiastic girl walking around in a wierd straight jacket. Not my thing, exactly, but really amusing. All the other clothes were normal - lots of vintage, etc. They also had free juice, free hand massages and free eyebrow threading, all of which I partook in. My eyebrows are all nice and neat now! Ending the day, Estee and I went to TeaNY - Moby's tea house. I had a lovely coconut egg cream sitting outside on the benches. There was an odd looking couple sitting near us - a seedy sort of hispanic guy and a really pretty model type girl and her little dog who had a full body mohawk. We played with the dog and chatted a bit with the couple all the while thinking the guy looked familiar. I mentioned it to Estee who said that he might have been on some tv shows. Maybe he played some druggie on Law and Order....
Friday, August 15, 2008
Birthday Meme
Go to Wikipedia. Enter your date of birth, then pick 4 events, 3 births, two deaths, and one holiday.
EVENTS
1844 - The Bahá'í calendar begins. This is the first day of the first year of the Bahá'í calendar. It is annually celebrated by members of the Bahá'í Faith as the Bahá'í New Year or Náw-Rúz.
1871 - Journalist Henry Morton Stanley begins his trek to find the missionary and explorer David Livingstone.
1963 - Alcatraz, a federal penitentiary on an island in San Francisco Bay, closes.
1970 - The first Earth Day proclamation is issued by San Francisco Mayor Joseph Alioto.
BIRTHS
1685 - Johann Sebastian Bach, German composer
1958 - Gary Oldman, English actor
1978 - Kevin Federline, American dancer/hip hop artist (AHHHHH!!!!!)
DEATHS
1617 - Pocahontas, Native American, daughter of Powhatan
2004 - Ludmilla Tchérina, French ballet dancer and actress
HOLIDAY
Ostara - Neopagan festival of Ostara.
EVENTS
1844 - The Bahá'í calendar begins. This is the first day of the first year of the Bahá'í calendar. It is annually celebrated by members of the Bahá'í Faith as the Bahá'í New Year or Náw-Rúz.
1871 - Journalist Henry Morton Stanley begins his trek to find the missionary and explorer David Livingstone.
1963 - Alcatraz, a federal penitentiary on an island in San Francisco Bay, closes.
1970 - The first Earth Day proclamation is issued by San Francisco Mayor Joseph Alioto.
BIRTHS
1685 - Johann Sebastian Bach, German composer
1958 - Gary Oldman, English actor
1978 - Kevin Federline, American dancer/hip hop artist (AHHHHH!!!!!)
DEATHS
1617 - Pocahontas, Native American, daughter of Powhatan
2004 - Ludmilla Tchérina, French ballet dancer and actress
HOLIDAY
Ostara - Neopagan festival of Ostara.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
The Things I Never Knew
Gramma is a mahjongg fiend! She only just got home from a full day of the game, and she has appointments for all day playing on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It's great that she's got her own thing going on. I can only hope I'm that active when I reach her age. I'll try not to grumble about things as much as she does, though.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Blah
It's fun listening to the synchronized divers count off before they jump. The Canadians counted in French, and Chinese girls didn't use any intonations at all. The Chinese girls are absolutely robotic, it's amazing.
Gramma's on a cooking and cleaning frenzy. Last night she decided to buy potatoes because I randomly mentioned liking to cook them, but she had no idea what to do with them. Looks like she figured it out though, because she made an apple-potato salad much like what mom makes. Not bad. I also came home to some freshly washed laundry, which sort of disturbs me. I should go through the rest of my laundry to make sure I don't have any random things in the pockets so we don't repeat the chapstick disaster (Years ago, Gramma took some things from my room and threw it in the wash and the chapstick I left in the pocket ruined a few shirts. Mom had a good time yelling at me until I pointed out that I hadn't put the pants in the wash in the first place, so it wasn't really my fault. Victory and vindication. Mwaha.)
Gramma's on a cooking and cleaning frenzy. Last night she decided to buy potatoes because I randomly mentioned liking to cook them, but she had no idea what to do with them. Looks like she figured it out though, because she made an apple-potato salad much like what mom makes. Not bad. I also came home to some freshly washed laundry, which sort of disturbs me. I should go through the rest of my laundry to make sure I don't have any random things in the pockets so we don't repeat the chapstick disaster (Years ago, Gramma took some things from my room and threw it in the wash and the chapstick I left in the pocket ruined a few shirts. Mom had a good time yelling at me until I pointed out that I hadn't put the pants in the wash in the first place, so it wasn't really my fault. Victory and vindication. Mwaha.)
Coolness
They're filming an episode of Lipstick Jungle downstairs, apparently. I thought it was supposed to be like Sex and the City - why then, pray tell, are the women all dressed in metallic "I Dream of Jeannie" costumes?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Weekend
This weekend, a whole bunch of archies came to town. We went to the MoMA, PS1, a Japanese place called Ippudo..uh... The current exhibition at MoMA was great - prefab. They had actual prefab houses on exhibition in a side lot which we all walked through. Olafur Eliasson had an exhibition at PS1 which pretty much consisted of a giant mirror suspended from the ceiling, slowly rotating. It was so enamoring that we went and lay on the floor staring up at it for a grand total of an HOUR.
I escaped the archies to join Marlen and her boyfriend, Mark for some tango dancing. First time tangoing ever, second time I've ever tried dancing with a partner. I think it went well - Mark gave me a quick run through of some tango moves. Then Marlen and I attended a free beginners tango class where I danced with a Parisian man named Philippe who had danced a couple times before. It was hilarious at one point when he said in his super French accent, "It is forbidden to pass." Of course, he was talking about the rules of dancing in the circle. No passing, no switching of direction. There are a whole bunch of other rules. Only a man asks a woman to dance, never vice-versa. It starts with eye contact, the woman nods and the man approaches. And the code-word for, "I no longer wish to dance with you" is "thank you." And if you agree to dance with a person, you dance for 3-4 songs, at which point they play a completely un-tango-like song to indicate a change partner moment. Argentine tango...mm...rules... An old guy named Joe kept following me around until I agreed to dance with him, and it turns out he's very good at leading and taught me a few things that Mark didn't show me. There was another guy who insisted on a "close embrace" (that's what the hold is when the two partners are closer together) and being the total beginner that I am, I wasn't able to see his feet and didn't really know how to go along with it, so he kept stepping on my toes. Lots of fun, though. I'm going to go to a free tango class tomorrow!
Also, my cousin Ling and her family were over for Friday and Saturday. I was out all Friday so I didn't see them, but I spent the earlier part of Saturday with them. Ling, the sprightly little 7-year-old that she is, watched me put on makeup with many questions and then insisted I hold hands with her when we walked to have a delicious dimsum lunch. I wondered if people looked at us and thought I was her mother... On our way out of the restaurant, my aunt whispered to me, "Hey, that white guy just checked you out." I turned around and sure enough some white guy was staring at me. I just thought it was funny that my aunt pointed it out. O, and gramma's moved back in since Jonathan came back from Germany. Let the gluttony begin!
Speaking of hitting on me, today after I got back to Flushing after spending a few hours with a friend in Brooklyn, I decided to go get some snacks. Ariel, my boss at work, has dubbed me "Snack Queen" so I'm only trying to live up to my title. Anyhoo, walking along, someone suddenly asked me a question. I smiled and nodded and kept walking. Then he kept walking with me, and kept trying to get me to talk to him. I wasn't particularly interested so I just smiled and shook my head and tried to speed away. Except that its Flushing, and you can't speed away because there are too many d*** people everywhere. So I kept going, shaking my head - he asked if I spoke English, I shook my head. Asked if I was Chinese, shook my head. Japanese? Shake my head. Korean? Malaysian? Singaporean? Thai? (Thai?!!!) He tried to give me his business card - I don't get how he'd expect a girl who didn't speak English to call him...
O, and today on the subway I saw a beautiful mixed couple. I think they were both half Chinese, half whatever else. Both gorgeous. I hope I didn't creep them out, but I kept staring...
I escaped the archies to join Marlen and her boyfriend, Mark for some tango dancing. First time tangoing ever, second time I've ever tried dancing with a partner. I think it went well - Mark gave me a quick run through of some tango moves. Then Marlen and I attended a free beginners tango class where I danced with a Parisian man named Philippe who had danced a couple times before. It was hilarious at one point when he said in his super French accent, "It is forbidden to pass." Of course, he was talking about the rules of dancing in the circle. No passing, no switching of direction. There are a whole bunch of other rules. Only a man asks a woman to dance, never vice-versa. It starts with eye contact, the woman nods and the man approaches. And the code-word for, "I no longer wish to dance with you" is "thank you." And if you agree to dance with a person, you dance for 3-4 songs, at which point they play a completely un-tango-like song to indicate a change partner moment. Argentine tango...mm...rules... An old guy named Joe kept following me around until I agreed to dance with him, and it turns out he's very good at leading and taught me a few things that Mark didn't show me. There was another guy who insisted on a "close embrace" (that's what the hold is when the two partners are closer together) and being the total beginner that I am, I wasn't able to see his feet and didn't really know how to go along with it, so he kept stepping on my toes. Lots of fun, though. I'm going to go to a free tango class tomorrow!
Also, my cousin Ling and her family were over for Friday and Saturday. I was out all Friday so I didn't see them, but I spent the earlier part of Saturday with them. Ling, the sprightly little 7-year-old that she is, watched me put on makeup with many questions and then insisted I hold hands with her when we walked to have a delicious dimsum lunch. I wondered if people looked at us and thought I was her mother... On our way out of the restaurant, my aunt whispered to me, "Hey, that white guy just checked you out." I turned around and sure enough some white guy was staring at me. I just thought it was funny that my aunt pointed it out. O, and gramma's moved back in since Jonathan came back from Germany. Let the gluttony begin!
Speaking of hitting on me, today after I got back to Flushing after spending a few hours with a friend in Brooklyn, I decided to go get some snacks. Ariel, my boss at work, has dubbed me "Snack Queen" so I'm only trying to live up to my title. Anyhoo, walking along, someone suddenly asked me a question. I smiled and nodded and kept walking. Then he kept walking with me, and kept trying to get me to talk to him. I wasn't particularly interested so I just smiled and shook my head and tried to speed away. Except that its Flushing, and you can't speed away because there are too many d*** people everywhere. So I kept going, shaking my head - he asked if I spoke English, I shook my head. Asked if I was Chinese, shook my head. Japanese? Shake my head. Korean? Malaysian? Singaporean? Thai? (Thai?!!!) He tried to give me his business card - I don't get how he'd expect a girl who didn't speak English to call him...
O, and today on the subway I saw a beautiful mixed couple. I think they were both half Chinese, half whatever else. Both gorgeous. I hope I didn't creep them out, but I kept staring...
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
R.I.P.
My computer died! Dead, kaput!
Good thing my uncle's getting me a nice almost new laptop this weekend.
It's like immediately replacing my old dog with a brand new puppy. I'm so bad...
Good thing my uncle's getting me a nice almost new laptop this weekend.
It's like immediately replacing my old dog with a brand new puppy. I'm so bad...
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Elevator Stares
This morning in the elevator, this guy who stood in front of me kept turning around and looking at me. Repeatedly. I began to wonder if I had something on my face so when I got into the office, I immediately looked into a mirror. No, nothing on my face, nor do I look particularly haggard. My only conclusion was that he just wanted to keep looking at me. Guess NY men like me more than the French men do.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Weekend
Fun and busy weekend - I went out to see Fuerzabruta on Thursday with some coworkers where I met with one of the performers and went out drinking with him and his friends until 3 in the morning. Got home at 3:30 where my dad (mom and dad were at the apartment because they were leaving on a tour of Niagara Falls in the morning) yelled at me for being out so late on a school night. Poo to you, dad, I had fun dancing on a bar at Coyote Ugly.
Friday night I went out with Estee and her friend from Goldman Sachs. We were going to go watch Dance Brasil's free concert in Central Park, but when we got there right around start time, the line was way too long. Figuring we had no chance of seeing the show, we wandered down to Greenwich Village and had a delightful dinner at a Scandinavian Restaurant. I got to use my knowledge from Denmark to explain what nearly everything was on the menu - fun, fun! They had Smorbrod (open faced sandwiches) but I opted for the goat cheese and beet salad. What can I say, I love goat cheese. After dinner, we went down to Little West 12th to meet some of Estee's friends to go clubbing. Upon arrival, we found out that the group wanted to get a table - which is fine except that it cost $1600!!!! They seemed to think it was reasonable that we all pay $200 each. NOT. ON. MY. SALARY. So we left and went to the rooftop bar of the Peninsula Hotel which was also expensive and had no good places left to sit, so we decided to call it an evening.
Saturday I spent doing laundry and sleeping off Thursday night. I was going to go to a dance class, but when it started thundering and pouring, I decided to download a nice workout video from Netflix and follow along with that instead. Call me crazy, but I feel a little dumb doing a workout routine all alone in the apartment. Anyhoo, performer buddy from Fuerzabruta, Jon, gave me a call and we went to hang out in his neighborhood, Williamsburg. What a cool neighborhood... Marlen, can we live there? Jon and I had a long discussion about what I want to do with my life, and really, I didn't think about it until today, but I just feel frustrated. I felt pretty well established at CMU - I had my dance friends and my archie friends, I knew where I stood with everyone and had positions of responsibility. I liked being able to teach class and having that freedom to take dance classes whenever I wanted. Here, I just take orders (making copies on the copy machine, model building without any creative input...) and I don't get to impart any of my experience or knowledge. It's like I got here and just stopped. Well, hopefully things will pick back up again in a few months...
Anyway, Sunday I woke up with a finicky stomach from drinking beer on an empty stomach the night before, and hobbled my way over to a contemporary jazz class at Broadway Dance Center. It was fuuun. And today, my upper abs feel like I've been doing crunches all day, but I don't recall doing any at all. Must have been all the contractions we did in class. Mmm...dance...
Friday night I went out with Estee and her friend from Goldman Sachs. We were going to go watch Dance Brasil's free concert in Central Park, but when we got there right around start time, the line was way too long. Figuring we had no chance of seeing the show, we wandered down to Greenwich Village and had a delightful dinner at a Scandinavian Restaurant. I got to use my knowledge from Denmark to explain what nearly everything was on the menu - fun, fun! They had Smorbrod (open faced sandwiches) but I opted for the goat cheese and beet salad. What can I say, I love goat cheese. After dinner, we went down to Little West 12th to meet some of Estee's friends to go clubbing. Upon arrival, we found out that the group wanted to get a table - which is fine except that it cost $1600!!!! They seemed to think it was reasonable that we all pay $200 each. NOT. ON. MY. SALARY. So we left and went to the rooftop bar of the Peninsula Hotel which was also expensive and had no good places left to sit, so we decided to call it an evening.
Saturday I spent doing laundry and sleeping off Thursday night. I was going to go to a dance class, but when it started thundering and pouring, I decided to download a nice workout video from Netflix and follow along with that instead. Call me crazy, but I feel a little dumb doing a workout routine all alone in the apartment. Anyhoo, performer buddy from Fuerzabruta, Jon, gave me a call and we went to hang out in his neighborhood, Williamsburg. What a cool neighborhood... Marlen, can we live there? Jon and I had a long discussion about what I want to do with my life, and really, I didn't think about it until today, but I just feel frustrated. I felt pretty well established at CMU - I had my dance friends and my archie friends, I knew where I stood with everyone and had positions of responsibility. I liked being able to teach class and having that freedom to take dance classes whenever I wanted. Here, I just take orders (making copies on the copy machine, model building without any creative input...) and I don't get to impart any of my experience or knowledge. It's like I got here and just stopped. Well, hopefully things will pick back up again in a few months...
Anyway, Sunday I woke up with a finicky stomach from drinking beer on an empty stomach the night before, and hobbled my way over to a contemporary jazz class at Broadway Dance Center. It was fuuun. And today, my upper abs feel like I've been doing crunches all day, but I don't recall doing any at all. Must have been all the contractions we did in class. Mmm...dance...
