January 2007 Archives

Swept under the rug,
Ancient velvet history,
Dust to make you sneeze.

If I didn't know better, I'd say this is 2007. The air feels different. You know who I never really got into? Joni Mitchell. I mean, I really like her hair and everything, but the music washes over me. The music and the picnic blankets and stuff. When I hear Joni Mitchell's music, I think of picnics. And butterflies, braids, organic grapes, and macrame. And sometimes I say "Joni MItchell!" in my head and smell freshly baked bread.

It's Thursday. I checked Backstage already, finished my work, and ran across the street for some soba noodles. I feel good in my outfit today. Very Victorian Cowgirl. Black ruffle-neck top, dainty gray cashmere cardigan, roughed up jeans, vintage dark brown boots, and a massive black and white plastic cameo of two people about to kiss around my neck. If I didn't have to work, I'd take my outfit on a date to Central Park right now. We'd say hello to three horses (but not their carriage masters), skip around the fountain, buy an ice cream because it's cold and we should give the ice cream guy some business, work off said ice cream with a hard run up the steps of the Met (Rocky Balboa-style, of course), and then cool down and really get to know each other better over two martinis at Bemelman's Bar. If my outfit still seemed up for it, I'd take it to see "Dreamgirls" at the Zeigfeld just before taking it home.

I just rewrote my declarations for 2007. I don't really write resolutions. Instead, I write down all of the things I want to accomplish in present tense declarations. Each one is a motto I can concentrate on or say until it sinks in, happens, and then becomes obsolete. For instance:

I TRULY ENJOY THE THRILL OF NOT BITING MY NAILS ANYMORE.

Which I can't wait to replace with: I TRULY ENJOY THE THRILL OF NOT BITING MY CUTICLES ANYMORE.

There are many others. One of them concerns this space right here: I LOVE TO TAKE PICTURES!

I'm going to start taking and posting many photos in 2007, so expect shots of bird's feet, sidewalk gum, casino chips, and a popsicle or two. One can never have enough cherry popsicles. There will be Las Vegas pictures, shots of Japan, a bowl of soup from Paris, and maybe a sunset in Los Angeles. The year 2007 will be in vivid technicolor!

Here's the crunchy-delicious snack I just ate:

It may be blurry, but I love it. Happy New Year, Everyone!!!

Dear Jonas Timple,

Where are you when I need you?? I'll get right to it. The treatment I get from the women on this floor is driving me bat-guano insane. I just don’t understand WHAT I’ve done to be treated so rudely. If anything, perhaps I’ve been too shy. Maybe I should have dropped off a tin of cookies at each of their desks with a friendly note for the holiday season (even if I know they'd never touch them). Perhaps I could have shown more chutzpah when I first started working here by walking up to each of their cubicles, extending my right hand, and welcoming myself to their floor on their lazy behalf. Or maybe I could smile more when I type.

Whatever the case, I'm about to lose my Cheese Whiz, and I need your help...