Ayo

Perhaps this is what Lena Horne would look like if she'd been born half-a-century later.

Maybe not.

edit!

Watch this....okay, now see that thing she did with her mouth right at 5 seconds in.....

I'm sayin', tho, right?? I'm sayin'!!! Like, sassy-but-completely-innocent??!

Ya'll 'scuse me, I think I need time alone.....

I wonder if I'll

be this ready to get out of NY once Spring springs.

I wonder I'd be this ready if I'd gotten home (or somewhere) for Christmas.

(shrug)

Brandie Bailey's Ghost Bike

Ghost bikes below 14th can become fairly permanent installations. The ones around Times Square seem to disappear after a time (as much pun intended as necessary).

To Brandie....

Frank Scorcia's Ghost Bike

At the corner of Broadway & 40th.


12/6/07.

Note to Harris County Pedestrians:

STOP TRYING TO CROSS THE DAMN FREEWAY

(or beltway, or anything else with no traffic lights)

Resolved

IF a heart must be broken in 2008:


well...


don't.

"Yeah,

but why he do the same dunk, tho?"

Magic funny.

At 2:50a, on what is now

the day AFTER dia de los be$os, my apartment-lord and his girlfriend are conspiring to drive me batty with their cuteness. All I need now is some sounds of passion and one will certainly be better advised to check for me near the big red splat on the pavement 'neath my window rather than at either of my appointments for the day.

Well...

what do you think?

(u big hater, u.)

3rd day

Seemed like we had them.... and they went stupider than they ever have before.

Had to yell to break a "you a bitch" battle. Made myself hoarse in 30 seconds.

(which prolly don't speak well what I'm trying to sell to them about efficient voice use)

Scary part is, I think I can go louder. Imagine if I'd supported myself!

There are ones there who really want to be there. After seeing them so disappointed at having to leave, then come back and have the class break down again was...I guess "heartbreaking" is the word, but it seems trite in context...

...
......
........

(shrug)

For me, the problem

with the metaphor is that it's the "building" that's in the bag, not the cookies. The misdirected elements "building" and "bag" in their poor use weaken the usefulness of "cookies" as a symbol.

...not that he and great writing are traditionally associated.

Other news:
Just so we're clear, the Giants have officially overplayed the "underdog, 18-1 giant-killer, nobody believed us" thing with that goofy stomp performed in front of city hall. From this point on, it's whining - trophy or no trophy.

And shouldn't we have known that the Patriots were doomed the second it was obvious that Brady'd begun enjoying the media's brie*?

(* in the event you wanted to see what a metaphor looks like that requires thought, but maintains relation)

Like red tape?

You'd love P.A.L.

Too many people.

Too little communication.

Piled on top of kids who being place in after school activities they didn't choose.

(funkyasseyeroll)

First Day

Group leader had no (apparent) idea that we had the kids for 3:30p.

Started 10-15mins late due to trying to figure out whe no-one was there at 3:30p.

Felt under-prepared.

Good news:

Only one group of 10/11

In other news:

Boys start being assholes early.

Carry on...

As of Jan 18, 2008,

nobody's read my blog!

I blame the writer's strike!

Ha!

addendum 2/11/08:
Forgot to add statcounter tag back to template after change. You remember stuff like that when you do it the hard way. Damn the automation.

All Full Force, All the Time

no, I'm not kidding.