August 30, 2006 at 12:36 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Two new additions to He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not:

Birdhouse in Your Soul by They Might Be Giants (too cute to pass up)
Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin (cause sometimes you gotta get your raunch on)



August 29, 2006 at 2:36 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Dear Boy,

GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I don’t care how cute you are, how funny and smart and interesting you are, how good that shirt that you left at my house (on purpose cause I was wearing it) smells, I need you to step out of my head. Just for a couple of days. Until I figure out if you were a figment of my stupidly hopeful imagination or if you are in some way real. If you were a figment of my stupidly hopeful imagination, I might burn your shirt. Sorry about that, but I’m just sayin’. You can’t get a girl’s hopes up by leaving your deliciously-smelling-of-clean-boy-and-cologne t-shirt at her house and expect said shirt to remain intact (if you turn out to be a figment of my stupidly hopeful imagination). If you are in some way real, you are welcome back in my head, as long as you realize that it’s MY head. Mine. Not yours. As in, you’re more than welcome to be cute and funny and sweet in my head, but you are not allowed to take over my entire brain and make me think about you a bazillion times a day.

Thank you,

1 Thing I Hate

August 29, 2006 at 10:15 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Harvard Business Review. Boring boring boring. As if I care AT ALL about shareholder value, managing “complementors” (whatever the hell those are).

1 Thing I Love

August 29, 2006 at 9:38 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

At work, there is an In/Out board with removable letters on it that spell out each of our names. There are 5 extra letters at the bottom of the board, and they spell out NARCC. I find that to be highly amusing, and I laugh to myself each time I see it.


August 29, 2006 at 9:36 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Confidential to You Know Who You Are: Until I can say that everyone in my house got laid last night, I find it to be cruel and unusual that you tell me about your house’s conquests.

Also confidential to You Know Who You Are: Don’t stop telling me about them even thought I’m a little bit bitter.

He loves me, he loves me not–the art of the playlist

August 29, 2006 at 8:31 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Comments

I have been a huge believer in the art of the mix tape mix CD playlist since forever. Since about seventh grade, to be exact, when I stopped listening to Power 96 (booty bass) and the Beach Boys — an odd combination, to be sure, but I was an odd kid — and started listening to Zeta “The Best New Rock” 94.9 and Big 106 classic rock. I consider my switch from the popular music at Southwood Middle School and from my mother’s music to be my first baby steps toward my own tastes and opinions.

I remember listening to those radio stations almost constantly, ready with my double-cassette-and-CD-player stereo — always loaded with at least one blank tape — to capture my new musical sensibilities. My favorite mix tape in seventh grade wasn’t a High Fidelity-style mix tape in the sense that it was carefully planned out, but it contained my new favorite songs — “Stay” by U2, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N Roses, “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd, “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” by Simon & Garfunkel (ok that one was my mother’s influence). Hmmm. Looking at those song titles now, it occurs to me that that was a strange mix, held together only by the tenuous bond of being well-loved (by me. Not necessarily by anyone else).

Anyway, this post does have some relevance to my present life; I’m not meandering down memory lane just for the hell of it. I’ve alluded to there being a new boy in my life, and I’m at the stage where, when he and I are together, I definitely feel confident that he’s as into me as I am into him, but as soon as he leaves I start to freak out. Add to that my ability to question the hell out of everything, and the fact that he didn’t call me last night (even though there are certainly no rules saying that we have to talk on the phone all the time) and what you have is a great big ball of neurotic.

I have emailed my friends, freaking out a little bit, but because I don’t want to burn any bridges and therefore have no one to freak out to later on drive them nuts, I decided to self-medicate.

No, not by drinking or picking up a coke habit, but by gathering together all of my hopeful and all of my no-way-in-hell songs into a playlist that I like to call He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. In a way, I mourn the passing of the mix tape and the slow decline of the mix CD, but all I’ve got is my iPod and iTunes, so there you go. The playlist is a work in progress cause even though I came up with the brilliant idea yesterday at work, I found a million other things to distract me before I finally started working on it at 10 last night, including but not limited to a nap a walk dinner Weeds Scrubs downloading knitting reading visiting a bereaved friend talking on the phone and emailing damn I have no focus whatsoever, and this is what I’ve got so far:

You Will, You Will by Bright Eyes
Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen
With Arms Outstretched by Rilo Kiley
Be Still My Heart by Death Cab for Cutie
Fair by Remy Zero
Love Buzz by Nirvana
Rest of my Life by Rilo Kiley
Muddy Hymnal by Iron & Wine
Take a Look at me Now by The Postal Service
Don’t Speak by No Doubt
Love Fool by The Cardigans

What I’m trying for here, what I hope to eventually achieve, is a musical representation of the stages of a new romance–the fear, the excitement, the uncertainty, the disbelief, the possibility that it will end in disaster, the hope that it won’t, all of it. I’m not what I like to call a puppy dogs fluffy clouds and rainbows kind of girl, so you’re not going to see any “I Will Always Love You” or similar on my iPod — and while we’re on the subject: Aundra, I had to get rid of Danity Kane, Rihanna, and the Pussycat Dolls cause the fear of them coming up on “shuffle” was too much for me to bear, but I did keep Paris and Ms. Furtado — so about the most romantic/optimistic I’m gonna get is “Be Still My Heart.” Which, for me, is pretty damn romantic.

I know that this playlist is far from complete, and most of what is on it was already on my iPod, so I’ll take any and all suggestions for what else to include. These are the only rules:
*No puppy dogs, fluffy clouds, or rainbows
*Can be either He Loves Me or He Loves Me Not, but cannot be These Boots are Made for Walkin’ (best break-up/brokehearted playlist, coming soon)
*No more than two songs by the same artist. This isn’t so much for other people, but to keep me from filling it with Death Cab/The Postal Service.

Observations of a Sunday evening

August 27, 2006 at 9:17 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

1. Weeds is my new favorite show. I love, love, LOVE it. Mary-Louise Parker is a fucking genius as the main character, the plot twists are phenomenal, and it’s just hilarious.

2. There need to be more three-day weekends. I went to bed at 10:30 on Friday night and woke up at 9:30 yesterday all psyched to start my day. Fine; Friday nights are generally pretty mellow around here cause I’m so tired from work. Last night, though, I didn’t go to bed until 4 am. I woke up at 1:30 this afternoon, did some laundry, then went back to bed from 4-7. Last night was a proper weekend night, but I still need a full day to recover from it. The only problem? I’ll be rolling into work at 8:30 am tomorrow morning, which doesn’t leave me much recovery time.

3. Making jewelry is fun. I bought beading supplies yesterday and made another necklace. I wore it out last night and actually planned my outfit around it. Fabulous!

4. Boys are trouble. Particularly boys who I really, really like, and who seem to like me back the same. It’s a little unnerving. Don’t get me wrong; it’s awesome and wonderful and sooooo nice, but it’s still unnerving.

In the Pluto debacle, I think we’re losing sight of something greater than us all…

August 25, 2006 at 12:05 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments

…What kind of impact will this have on astrology? Pluto is the ruling planet of the astrological sign Scorpio. What will Bill Gates, Goldie Hawn, P. Diddy, and Mickey Mouse do now? Apparently, Scorpions will now have to deal with Mars being their ruling planet, as it was before Pluto was discovered.

I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that Mars and Pluto are just about as different as two planets–excuse me, as one planet and one dwarf planet–can be: Mars was the god of war rules the sign of Aries. Aries people (Arieans?) are known for being feisty little hellcats. Pluto, on the other hand, is icy and cold, the farthest planet from the sun in our solar system until the astronomers decided to go throw a wrench in MVEMJSNUP (who remembers the Saved by the Bell episode where this acronym saved Zack’s ass in the trivia contest?) and leave us with MVEMJSNU or perhaps MVEMcJSNUpc which allows for the presence of dwarf planets but sounds would sound ridiculous if you could pronounce it which you can’t, and Scorpions are known for–actually, it turns out that Scorpions are known for being feisty little hellcats under a frozen exterior.

Um, astrology? I’m gonna call your bluff on this one. The way I see it, you can’t just tack on a frozen exterior onto an Ariean profile and call it something else just cause a new planet was discovered. God I’m glad I’m a Taurus. Even though we’re stubborn as hell, at least I know that Venus isn’t going anywhere. I’d hate to have my identity be so firmy affixed to something that is a planet then isn’t then is but is a dwarf. Me, Stevie Wonder, and Freud are safe!

Are we hott or what?

August 23, 2006 at 10:15 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment




Teach a Man to Fish Day

August 23, 2006 at 9:59 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

A couple of posts ago, I wrote about my co-worker, Lisa, who is the creator of some amazing shit. Her jewelry is breathtaking. She mentioned wanting to learn how to knit a while ago (dangerous words to say around these ears), so I suggested that if I taught her how to knit, she could show me how to make a necklace. I decided that we’d call it Teach a Man to Fish Day, in honor of the old adage about self-sufficiency.

So. Today was the Day. Lisa graciously allowed me and my stupid cold to change our original plans, and she hoofed it over here this evening, bringing her beading supplies with her. I bought a couple of glass beads at the Distillery District on Sunday and we decided on a color scheme for a necklace based on the colors of the beads.
With Lisa’s assistance, this is what I made:

I think that this jewelry-making thing is so cool! I know that I need another hobby like I need another hole in my head, but I loooove costume jewelry. It’s so much fun and seriously, how awesome would it be to have a necklace to coordinate with every shirt in my wardrobe? (It would be pretty awesome, that’s how awesome it would be.) I’ll be on Queen West on Saturday, and it would be rather foolish of me to avoid the abundant bead stores that populate the area…

Moving on. After making my necklace, I taught Lisa how to knit. This is the only picture she would allow me to take, so I hope you enjoy it!

Even though I jump at the chance to do it, I’m always a little bit wary of teaching people to knit, mainly because knitting was so daunting to me the first time I tried it. I use the long-tail cast on method, which can be confusing (but so pretty!), and I feel like my “students” are disappointed when they are done casting on and I tell them that we haven’t even started the actual knitting yet. Lisa, true to beginner form, cast on SOOOO tightly. Like, tighter than I think I’ve ever seen. By the end of the evening, though, she’d gotten the hang of it pretty well and was knitting away. She took home some yarn (red, of course) and some circular needles and a book, and said she’d practice tonight. What do you think? Have I created (another) knitting monster? I seriously hope so. The stitch n stitchin’ bitches that Stephanie, Lorien, and I have every now and again could use another member!

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