“Honey, if you can’t handle the ash get out of the city because we’re on fire.”—My roommate was standing next to a fabulous blonde who was smoking on a street corner in midtown yesterday when some tourist started blatantly coughing. This is how she responded. (via avenyc)
“Right now I’m finishing up the Keith Richards autobiography. The great test of any memoir is that the author’s life has to be more interesting than the reader’s life. He passes that test with flying colors, although the bar is rather low in my case.”— Malcom Gladwell: What I Read
Racks of cheap bridesmaid dresses make me break out into a cold sweat. Thankfully this doesn’t apply to cute ones, a la my sister’s choice
I’m overly nostalgic when it comes to music
Pretty sure the Meatball Shop stole my hip hop mix from high school
If you’re from Ukraine, there is a slightly paranoid schizophrenic woman from Long Island who can help you apply for Medicare. She prefers to meet at Starbucks
When group texting, always put your phone on silent as the volume of texts may annoy other coffee shop patrons
3-way texting is just as fun as 3-way calling but without the uncertainty that your crush might be silently listening to you go on and on about how cute he looked in home room yesterday. Sigh, 6th grade was so hard
Cell phones cause brain cancer…maybe…kind of…possibly…not really sure…
April showers better bring May flowers otherwise I might just lose my cool. Yea I’m talking to you Mother Nature. Get it together
“At midnight, the smell of stir-fried pork bellies was wafting through the Mission district. There was live music, liquor, bouncers, a disco ball — and a line waiting to sample hundreds of delicacies made mostly on location, among them bacon-wrapped mochi (a Japanese rice paste) and ice cream made from red beets, Guinness and chocolate cake.”—
“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.” -Lady Gaga”—I know this is an old quote but I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, along with how glad I am to still be in New York. (via taylorlorenz)
I recently finished A Visit from the Good Squad by Jennifer Egan and to say I was unnerved by the story is an understatement. The book is about a group of people whose lives intertwine over the years (but not in obvious ways), and the way they change as a result of time and experiences.
I finished the book with chills and thoughts about growing old and why it scares me so much. It’s not for reasons of silly vanity or the impeding responsibility of adulthood; what scares me the most is losing that feeling of being invincible. Losing that spark that tells me the world is mine for the taking, it’s just asking me to grab hold of it and be who I want to be. What if I lose that drive? What if I succumb to a life of repetitive mediocrity? What if I decide that’s good enough for me? It’s not; I don’t want it to be. I don’t want to be a caricature of some banal existence and allow myself to settle.
When I face the world today I feel like the possibilities are endless. I possess the arrogant notion that I will succeed at whatever I want to do and I’m terrified not that it’s not true, but that I’ll stop believing it’s true. As time goes on, are you forced to challenge your convictions and temper back your ambitions?
I finished the pages of Egan’s book and I just sat there, transfixed with fear that it’s all just going to slip away. What if time takes everything away from me? What if my naïve belief in myself diminishes over the years? I wouldn’t even be able to recognize myself without that ingenuous glint and the need to live a life with unfettered imagination.
I guess there isn’t an answer to all of this. There isn’t an easy way to tackle the fear of losing yourself and being taken under by the goon squad. And there isn’t even a way to know it’s happening to you until it’s done. You can only resolve to wake up each morning and remember that the world is worth having. Every high and every low is worth your attention and your indulgence, and most importantly every piece of it can be yours.
“ "With each post, each tap of the screen, each drag and click,” he confesses, “I am becoming a different person—solitary where I was once gregarious; a content provider where I at least once imagined myself an artist; nervous and constantly updated where I once knew the world through sleepy, half-shut eyes … With each passing year, scientists estimate that I lose between 6 and 8 percent of my personality." ”—
I’m in surprisingly good spirits considering that so far this morning I dropped my umbrella in a puddle while spilling coffee down my coat, right after I picked up the wrong drink from the Starbucks drink bar and mistakenly purchased a bagel on free-bagel-Friday.
I guess the real fool is the one who can’t laugh at himself.
Sundays are kickass. Kickass plain and simple. But sometimes, as I lay in my bed, hungover from the responsibilities of the week and the wine from the weekend, I can get a little doomsday on my favorite day to be solitaire. After much thought (and the obvious realization that I’m not going to die alone) I have determined that there are four ways to solve the occasional Sunday sadness:
Move back in with my Mom each Sunday. Do you remember when you were sick and your mom would carry all your pillows and blankets down to the couch to have a movie marathon? And she’d bring you medicine and your favorite foods and tend to your every need? There’s nothing better than the feeling of being taken care of by someone who loves you unconditionally.
Get a dog. Whenever I’m feeling lonely all I want is to cuddle with a dog. Maybe a Boston Terrier or something smallish so he could jump into bed with me and nap away the afternoon. I imagine he’d like to wrestle in the park and he’d enjoy when I read aloud to him. And like any good companion he would indulge me in my desire need to eat bacon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Find a boyfriend. The kind that would want to spend all day hanging out, getting coffee, and watching bad movies. He’d be content to avoid the world for the day unless we were feeling oddly ambitious and ventured across town for a boozy brunch and a walk along the river.
Acquire a butler. Should I not be able to do any of the above, I’d at least like to get a butler to run out and get me coffee when I’m struggling too badly to put on an acceptable outfit for leaving the couch. That’s love too, right?
Sleep-deprived female seeks sturdy umbrella for a dreary walk to work. Please be capable of withstanding the wind and not too big because I hate when people run into you with umbrellas wide enough for the Von Trapp family. Also seeking a large cup of coffee post-walk. Should be strong enough to get me through the morning onslaught of meetings and rich enough to defrost me after the torrent of weather I experienced this morning. Preference will be given to bottomless cups or coffee or those that can be administered via I.V.
Should you fit either description, please meet me at my house tomorrow at 8:45 am. Looking forward to meeting you.
Me:Just saw on twitter that Rachel from glee was in the audience at how to succeed in business tonight! Ahh so sad we missed her!! #racheliloveyou
Hillary:Omg amazing!! Seriously, I feel like I'm in the social network right now. That party I told you about is a Harvard party. I just met a guy named Laurence and everyone is wearing button downs tucked into khakis with leaders #I'm in heaven
Me:Hahaha that sounds right up your alley. Pick up a few hotties so we can start wearing crimson daily
On Thursday night I went to my first book club ever. I’m honestly surprised I hadn’t joined one already but ya know, I’m too busy reading books on cancer biology to read something anyone else would be interested in. Anyway, I’ll skip the part where we talked about a book that none of us enjoyed and I barely read because it was more poorly written than some of our wrestling cheers in high school (wrestle, wrestle, twist him like a pretzel) and I’ll just tell you what I learned:
Trader Joe’s has some pretty kickass taquitos
New York weather sucks
Nine bottles of wine is the amount necessary to cover a 300 page book
Everybody has a depressing engagement/marriage story
Stay single forever (see above bullet)
I’m wearing the wrong size bra (don’t ask, it may send me into hysterics)
Everyone is obsessed with Charlie Sheen right now
Finding a book that everyone enjoys is virtually impossible so when it’s my turn I’m going to pick something nerdy that undoubtedly no one will read except Christine. I’m fine with that
“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." -E. B. White”—Beautiful. Thanks for sharing Taylor. Shall we discuss this quote at our next E.B. White fan club?