tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29987382012-02-16T18:36:36.106-05:00Commentary on a Life in Progress...JKnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998738.post-13571531159748100652012-02-10T10:30:00.002-05:002012-02-10T10:30:11.350-05:00

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When I'm drunk and coming home from an office party and wishing I was coming home to climb into bed with you.

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This is sort of a dating blog, isn't it? But I suppose that is because I've been single and of dating age for nearly the entire life of L.I.A. Anyway, I was chatting with Jill today and we half joked that we should start some sort of dating blog to keep track of all our misadventures and perhaps dispense some advice along the way. She came up with a rather grand list of post topics that I loved:

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Just want to make the mental note that today was the first day I have ever, officially, been stood-up. Now, I'm off to the movies with James.

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Turkey, choreg, candied yams and eggplant parmesean.

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Spooky Recommendations for the Halloween Inclined from Elizabeth Bird on Vimeo. I never read Goosbumps when I was little, or those scary collections of short stories that were so popular among my classmates, but I did enjoy burrowing under the covers late at night with a flashlight to read frightening kid hero driven novels by Anthony Horowitz and Richard Peck, whom wrote a particular favorite

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Coldplay still makes me so happy. "I rather be a comma than a full-stop." I don't know what that means but I love it.

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I fold his hand into mine- a hand lonely, yearning. I am tired of men asking if I'm real. I AM real. This is me. This is all of me. I don't know how or in what direction to be unreal- more sexy? more sweet? more aloof? My question is, are YOU real?

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Sometimes when you are feeling totally devastated about a boy and your friend is in the throws of brand-new, giddy, love, you have to hold your tongue and cry and drink vodka alone while you cheer them on and wish them the best because that is what a friend does and when, if, you are in that situation you hope that they will do the same for you.

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Retweeted by the Editor in chief of The Village Voice.

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The light from the beginnings of the Harvest moon is so bright tonight, it illuminates my bedroom, falling across me as I sit at the window, gazing up at it. I'm reminded of Sean. How he would get up from bed and sit on my little green ottoman, smoking out the window. I would lie on my stomach, chin propped on my hands watching him. Commenting how he looked like he had just stepped out of a

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10 years ago today I was sitting in my Art and Archaeology of Mesoamerica with Professor Miller. It started at 9am, I was walking to the Art History building as the first plane hit. No one came into our class to tell us what happened. We sat there in the big lecture hall, watching slides of Mayan art. I came back to my suite at Allegany Hall and was about to climb into bed (9am was a very early

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Dating and seeing other people feels so miserable right now.

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This same time last year, I was driving solo to Montreal while Twitter and the music blogging world exploded with news of a less than amicable split between myself and someone I used to call my best friend. The Village Voice wrote an article, I received a hundred emails, a death threat and was harassed to the point where I had to speak to a lawyer who advised pressing criminal charges. You can

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Can other people feel so literally the infatuation drain away from a relationship? Like it is a physical manifestation?  With Sean, the moment I found out he was seven years my junior I felt like I had been given the antidote to love. 

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When I am dead, know that many times, I have kissed & cryed over this. C. D. (added by Charles Darwin at the bottom of a letter written to him by his wife, Emma).

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Browsing Casual Encounters photos on Craigslist probably isn't the most professional thing to do when you share an office with your employee and she can see your computer screen. Just a thought.

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I hate that post below about Sean. HATE IT. How pathetic, how lame. I want to delete it but if you are any kind of reader of this blog or have any knowledge of my personality, you know I won't. I wrote it. I, apparently, felt that way so for posterity's sake, it will stay. At least now with the distance of five or so months I can reflect back and add a few caveats... I like to be praised. I'm

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Goodbye to my Aunt Joan. You were one of the most loved people I have ever known, and for good reason. We will all miss you.

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I have a text document on my computer entitled 'Fuck you.' It mainly consists of a letter I wrote and added to in the midst, and after math of, a man I loved breaking my heart... Which I suppose he did. I suppose he broke my heart. Though I know what it feels like for my heart to be broken and this doesn't quite feel like that. I knew I loved him, that I wanted to be with him, that I thought he

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Today after work I drove to Roosevelt Island in search of my ggggreat Aunt Bella. According to the research my Uncle Rob has been doing on our family, in the early 1890s, she was a patient at the New York City Insane Asylum on Blackwell's Island, now Roosevelt Island. Her story is so sad, widowed young, seemingly abandoned by her brothers and left to the state to be institutionalized for

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I can't seem to shake some guys. Year after year, day after day, I think they're gone and they just keep coming bloody back. It's flattering and there was a reason I liked these guys to begin with so it is not completely unwelcome but the problem is, is that it keeps me firmly locked in the past. It keeps me from having the full desire to meet new people and it keeps me from understanding that a

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Remember when I did that Day in the Life post back in 2005 when I was at St. Andrews? How adorable was that? I wish I was still 24. Maybe I'll do another one soon.

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Saturday, I picked-up my little bro from the airport. He was arriving back home from his two week paleontological dig in the middle of nowhere Montana. He's not so little anymore at the age of 20 and about a foot taller than I am but I think I'll always call him baby. Ryan out in the field wearing his dinosaur t-shirt, how cute is he?! And look at that skyline, told you it was the middle of

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At The Cabin for Memorial Day weekend... We play lots of volleyball. And throw lots of sticks. We make campfires. And sit around talking about first times, worst times, best times. We take pseudo artsy photos. And have intimate conversations. We make lunch together and throw more sticks and play more volleyball. We get a little wasted. or a lot wasted and come up with intricate obstacle

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At After the Jump 2008, I accidently wrote a check to the headliner for $1,000 more than I should have. In the section where you write out the amount in words, it was correct but in the little box on the right where the numbers go, it was incorrect and the band cashed it for the incorrect amount. They knew it was a mistake but did it anyway saying they thought I gave them a 1k bonus. When I asked

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Sitting alone, blogging in the back of a rock venue, is so emo I just had to look down to make sure I wasn't wearing a Twlight t-shirt.Here's the danger with being the dj between bands, that the songs you play are infinitely more awesome than the bands playing so that when they take the stage, they pale in comparison to the Billy Idol, T. Rex, Queen, you were just playing. This also holds true of

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You have less than a tenth of one percent chance of getting M.S. I have a 1-3% chance of getting M.S. This past week, that 1-3% chance became very real as two doctors believed that because of my sister's symptoms, her chances just leapt to over 50%. My first thought that there was no way. I could in no way imagine a future where that was possible. My second thought was, if it's true I give up.

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This week has been enlightening. I've been enlightened to the fact that I do not know how to be in a relationship. Like, not at all. Not one bit.

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Everyday, I walk through the great hall of Grand Central Station. I walk from the south east corner, past the iconic round kiosk, glancing at the time on the shiny gold clock in the middle as I weave through the tourists. I go up the escalator at the 45th St passageway to the Met Life Building, through the side doors, onto Vanderbilt Avenue and off to work. And every evening, I do the same thing

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I would like to make a living narrating Woody Allen films. I would especially have liked to have narrated Vicky Cristina Barcelona. That movie makes me miss Spain and miss the anticipation of falling in love, even for a day, while in warm European cities.

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Remember when you had a crush on the sweet boynextdoor Bradley Cooper on Alias, before he became the Bradley Cooper who played every dickweed role that came along?

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Today another friend lost their mother to Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. I just hung-up the phone with my own mother and the sadness of knowing that Akshay won't ever get to hang-up the phone with his mom and tell her he loves her is just unbearable. The funeral is in NJ tomorrow.

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I just have to make a mental note of the fact that the amount of men I have complicated relationships with suddenly converging in LA at the same time from cities other than LA is strange and slightly unsettling. Seems that two, with the same name might I add, even missed each other at Runyon Canyon by a couple of days.Maybe the fact that I have so many complicated relationships is the more

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Matt and I were chosen for Jewcy.com's the Big Jewcy 100 List. Don't worry, they know I'm not Jewish. Apparently Matt is Jewish enough for both of us. Here's the photo I gave them to use. It's from a night out at Southpaw a few years ago and is my favorite photo of us. Before I had the excuse to scan it, I kept it in my car to smile at.

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Tonight I remembered my roommate Michelle had a blog. I spent the last hour catching-up on her posts and being jealous that I can see on it how much time she spends with Sea. Of course it's not hard to understand why Michelle hangs out with her so much, Sea's awesome. I wonder if she misses me.What I meant to actually say there instead of that sad rant, is that Michelle's blog is so pretty and

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About once a year, I go through all the posts I've left in Draft. They are mostly half starts, random sentences I thought could be a full post, lists, etc. I go through them all, maybe add something, and hit publish. This is kind of one of those half-thoughts but thought I might as well mention it. Oh, and if enough years have gone by, I take out the pseudonyms and put in the real names of the

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How is it possible that a reading at a bookstore could make you feel so bad about yourself? Embarrassed really. I went to the reading of Emily [withheld]'s new book And the Heart Say... at my favorite bookstore, Word. When I arrived, the place was packed. They had taken away the chairs to make room for more people and since the air conditioning wasn't working, those more people were making it

JKnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998738.post-1466671306622804042010-05-06T10:26:00.006-04:002010-05-06T10:35:24.065-04:00

I think I might be wearing the Emperor's clothing today. What is up with all the stares? Are my tits hanging out that much?I should really get more of these long, cotton, halter dresses. I feel a bit like I'm in a Jane Austen novel when I wear them. But you know, one of the more buxom characters.If I was a character in a Jane Austen novel I'd be Emma's awkward, poor and clueless about dating

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I am always the last one to cross the street to the 7 train when getting off the bus. This is either due to my utmost adherence to traffic laws or my short, chubby legs. Sometimes the other people getting off the bus dash across the street to the train. I even saw a pregnant lady run once. RUN! When I get to the platform and see all those runners, dashers, breakers of the law standing there

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I hadn't planned on having so much input in the direction of the guidebooks at this job. Well, input is perhaps the wrong word. Bearing witness to some of the random decisions that are made about which books we produce and being asked to contribute so much. I thought it would be more of a set plan, a brand we were working on but it all seems a bit haphazard which I can see grates immensely on my

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And I'm still up and my stomach still hurts. Awesome. Found myself writing a letter to the director of my old museum in my head after I switched off my light and wanted to get-up to write it down so as not forget it in the morning. It's about how much I love the museum and wish I could work there but can't take the position they have. I'll likely publish it when it's through. It bummed me out, I

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I've only kissed two boys (guys? should I be saying that now that I'm nearly 30?) over this year and a half. But I've kissed those two boys all year and a half. My life is funny and weird and sometimes, most times, I don't even understand it. I'm at work right now. I can't concentrate. When I don't have lovely embraces on Brooklyn stoops on my mind and I have a massive stomachache to think about.

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I mean, why else would She continue to bring someone (hereby known as U.H. or UnHappy, which shouldn't be too hard to figure out) around for no good reason? Someone whom I don't speak to, currently hate with a vengeance and the rest of my friends think is psychotic. Does U.H. have to come to Michelle's opening? Does she have to ruin something I was looking forward to? No. She must know how

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I am uploading all of my photos from Sea and my trip to Spain and Munich in 2006 and getting ridiculously sad.

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I love my apartment and I love my roommates. Problem is, one doesn't love me. When I told my friend Jed about my predicament he was devastated. "It's SEA?! How can that be?! You guys are besties! (yes a grown man says besties)." Well, I don't actually know anymore but the consensus seems to be that Happy told a bunch of lies about me, and perhaps the rest of her now former friends, and somehow

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Glory, glory, hallelujah! There is a God.There is also a really great friend named Tammy who redid my resume, made it amazing and landed me the interview. Hire her.I am now the Media Editor at a travel guidebook publisher. I'm so happy I literally jumped for joy a few hours ago when I told my roommate. I went home to Long Island last night to see my parents and celebrate and am now drinking

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Everything lately has been one big fat OY. Last week finally ended the two week ordeal of my room flooding and then my backyard being torn-up in order to fix the problem. Or so I was told and so I thought. It rained all last night and all day today and once more, my room has started to flood. I called my super and put on a super sad face when he came over, buried my head in my hands and tried to

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I'm running out of places to store all the terribly clever things that spew forth from my mind. Blogger, Twitter, Facebook- they can't hold the incessant stream of conscious I amass. Especially when I have a few drinks under my belt. By the way, I'm djing tonight at my favourite bar in Brooklyn, Camp (in case you couldn't tell I was drinking). Barback Eric is right now stoking the fire, people

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For months I've been dreaming about a house that I've never seen. A bit like the photo below but pale baby blue with white pillars on the wrap-around porch. It sits on a small hillock surrounded by woods with maybe a stream running along the edge of the property and it doesn't have another another house in sight. The house is large enough to grow into with an attic office to write and pretty

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Tonight was Russian night at Word, my local independent bookstore. I feel that it is important that I twitter about their events and tell my friends about them on Facebook since I always enjoy going so much but can never actually afford to buy anything there. I've even taken advantage of their lovely free book table. But I digress, tonight was Russian night sponsored by the New York women's

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Last night before bed I watched an episode of House about the subconscious telling you what is wrong. In my dreams, a cockroach ran across the living room rug. This morning I woke-up to find a dead cockroach in the living room exactly where I dreamed it was. We haven't had one in the apartment for months. Life can sometimes be amazing.

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There's a reason I block certain people from my Facebook feed. I need to be less bored at 1am on a Saturday. Good lord.Have I mentioned that I've decided to give-up men? At least for a little while as I sort out the rest of my life, mainly work and home. Thinking about all three chaotic things at once is making me feel slightly out of control. Anyway, I've always found that the moment I stop

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Nothing ever feels so wonderfully French as carrying a fresh loaf of bread from the store in your arms. Today it is a gorgeous 70 degrees in New York City. I took a late afternoon stroll to the Syrena Bakery to buy some pumpernickel bread and the weather was so lovely that I took the long way home, weaving back and forth through the blocks. The crocuses are blooming and I'm reminded that Easter

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Dear University of Maryland, College Park and University of St. Andrews,Hi, how are you? I hope this letter finds you both well. I wish I could say I was doing better these days but the truth of the matter is that, things haven't been going so hot for your alumna.First, let me reintroduce myself, its been a few years since I've graced your halls and strode across your lawns so I'll forgive your

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I went to a reading today at my local bookshop. The author read a chapter from her new memoir, which I had been interested in reading. The chapter had it's moments but overall I felt that her character was unlikable. Which is a problem since her character is, well, her. So I sit here in my pink, old-fashioned nightgown, Coraline playing on the tv in front of me, taking breaks to dunk oreos in a

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But they're more like biscuits. Found the recipe the wonderful blog Smitten Kitchen. Substituted the heavy cream for 1% milk because I didn't want something that decadent for breakfast and added strawberries which turned the batter a lovely pink. Wouldn't they be wonderful for a Valentine's day breakfast?    I think I like taking photos of food as much as I like making it.

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During the winter months here in New York, I tend to spend my days in my basement apartment gazing out at the cold and snow completely unwilling to venture out of doors. This year, I've taken to spending those frigid days crocheting, baking and decorating little corners of my apartment. I brought a bundle full of handmade gifts to Montreal this weekend on my visit Crawford, Lucie and baby Nikita.

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My grandfather, Papa, Zaven, turns 89 tomorrow. He's on Facebook, emails more than I do, survived Stalag Luft 1 South for over a year, was the chief engineer of WQXR and revolutionized the use of the automatic turntable in radio, drives everywhere still and is my hero. Happy birthday Papa. I love you more than sunshine on a cold day.

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I was missing my grandmother last night. So before the Winter's storm hit Brooklyn, I bought myself Vienna Fingers. Vienna Fingers make me cry. She would always keep them in the house because I loved them and I remember her telling my uncle, who was going to the store for her once, "Get Vienna Fingers for Jen." I speak with her sometimes, like my own personal saint. If she were alive, in my time

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FYI, please assume I am writing many of these posts half in the bag.

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Besides the neverending saga that is my distinct lack of a normal love-life, I do have other updates. I am interning currently at a museum that has a google alert on their name so I won't write it but it is a small museum near Columbus Circle that focuses on art and the Bible. I am the marketing and pr intern. The museum is small, about a dozen employees, but I love it. Truly. Everyone is so nice

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Wondering if it's better to believe he is with someone or know he is with someone.I'm at Camp tonight. Djing and a little bored behind the dj booth. There is a guy drinking dark beers in front of my booth that looks like a slightly more handsome James van der Beek. Playing Elbow's 'On a day like this' which reminds me of Sea. But a lot of songs remind me of Sea. For someone known as The Music

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I lied about lying. I feel bad about this one. When I said the only lie I left unreconciled was yours, I wasn't telling the truth. The truth is that there was one more. When the new, potential something, guy asked if I knew you well I said no. That was my final lie of 2009. But my best friend called the lie fair so sorry "friend," I guess you're out.But maybe it's not a lie. Does knowing someone

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This was a good weekend: I had fun, I caught up with friends, I accomplished household projects. I call that a success.Saturday, I picked-up Jill and Brook from Williamsburg and we drove down to Midwood to meet Debbie and Jason at the famous DiFara Pizzeria. DiFara is famous because its 72 year old owner hand makes all the pies himself and according to pizza connoisseurs, it is supposedly the

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Three days out of every week, I leave my apartment at 9:15am and walk north on Manhattan Ave to the G train. I take the G train further north, into Queens where I get off at Court Square and switch to the E train bound for Manhattan. I always use the moving walk-way that is provided for passengers going in my direction. It barely moves me any faster but it provides me with the sensation that at

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Earlier this week I finished my fourth Paulo Coehlo book, The Witch of Portobello. Isn't the cover art beautiful?I love Coelho's The Alchemist. In a way, it really had an impact on my life and how I viewed it's path. It was the kind of book that even though it was very short, it took me very long to read. Since then, I've read three more of Coehlho's books and none have spoken to me as much as

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Two of my friends on Twitter are watching Star Trek tonight, reminding me how much I loved this film and all the actors in it. Especially, those two above. We watched it as a family over Christmas time and I was just as enthralled as I was in the theater.

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January 4th - Found my list of "Things to do Before I'm Dead" and shared it with my friends.January 5th - Went to the Museum of Art and DesignJanuary 6th - Toured beautiful buildings in search of a gala venue. Locked myself out of apartment and neighbors helped get me back in.

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My need to put a date on everything I write came in handy when I found this tucked away in my closet at home. Written when I was 15, a list of things to do before I die. I crossed out the names of the last three people on there. I went to High School with all of them and one I am currently friends with (oh, mystery!). Two of the things I've done, two of the things I no longer want to do and two

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'Somewhere only we know' playing over that ridiculously romantic scene with Justin Long and Ginnifer Goodwin in He's Just Not That Into You is like a stab in the heart. Their dialogue is so perfect and wonderful and in the background plays the song which once made my own heart skip a beat when my phone rang and I knew it was Wil calling. Seems deeply ironic this scene is in a movie called He's

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In 2009 my resolution was to spend a year without lying. For the most part I think I did rather well. There were a few mishaps here and there, especially when it came to my vow not to lie with my actions. That one is harder than you think. It doesn't always feel nice expressing how you feel inside on the outside. Hm, that is an odd way of putting it. Why not express what you feel on the inside

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I haven't been able to stop thinking about the circumstances that led to the below post. It haunts my thoughts every day. I can be an obsessive person though. I always need answers, I always need resolution. I am constantly running alternative scenarios and made-up conversations through my head. What if I had said this, what if I had looked like that, what if I had shaved my legs that day? It

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Earlier this week, I was flipping through the channels on tv when I passed by the film Elf and my roommate Michelle proclaimed "God, I hate that movie." "How can you hate Elf?" I asked. "It's adorable.""Do you have nerves of steel?" she retorted. I found that to be unbelievably hilarious. No, I don't have "nerves of steel," that's why I can't watch things like The Office. Nor can I handle

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Being so poor these days, a favorite game to play in my apartment has become "what would you do if you won the lottery?" This past Thursday we played, "What if your long lost German grandmother died and you inherited 6.6 BILLION?" Items to buy on our list included private islands, yachts, penthouses, Upper East Side brownstones, French chateaus, jets and ski chalets. I'm happy living a modest

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Food's a funny thing when you're poor. You begin to appreciate every morsel. It makes you value portion control because if you stopped eating that bowl of pasta now, you can eat it again for breakfast. As I took a multi-vitamin today (to ward off future bouts of scurvy) I actually thought, this is pretty big, I bet it'll help fill me up. My new dilemma is this: The Holiday potluck party. The

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From Wikipedia: Scurvy is a disease resulting from a deficiency of vitamin C, which is required for the synthesis of collagen in humans. Scurvy was at one time common among sailors, pirates and others aboard ships at sea longer than perishable fruits and vegetables could be stored, and by soldiers similarly separated from these foods for extended periods.It also effects the impoverished separated

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Sometimes all it takes is someone asking how you are to set you off. And at the entrance for the E train on 53rd and 7th Ave tonight, I had to hang up the phone when someone asked me how I was doing. That day had not been good. That week had not been good. That month had not been good and let's face it, the year wasn't rounding out so hot either. It feels as if I've travelled through the looking

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Is it alright that I don't really want to see the guy I'm kinda, sorta, seeing. It's ok, I don't think he wants to see me either. But I do want to see the guy who once saw me but it seems, doesn't really want to anymore. At least not like that.Life is complicated. Love, doubly so. I just had a conversation with my roommate revolving around the premise of a Sex and the City episode called "Are we

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As observed at three weddings within a month's time span.1. No one ever knows when to stand. You stand when the bride begins to walk down the aisle, fyi.2. Everyone loves Lady Gaga3. The whole uniform sequence of events gets old fast.

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Isn't it strange how we can look at someone and see the father of our children in their eyes but yet spend time, lovely, happy time, with men we know never will? I guess it can't be helped. And I keep thinking that my heart will change, that I will see something new but I suppose the old Sex and the City addage is true- he's Mr Rightnow, not Mr. Right.

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This weekend, my dear friends Jason and Cat were married in Newport, RI. Thus far, I have been to a Persian wedding, a Scottish wedding and now, a Swedish wedding. The difference here being that toasts dominated the reception. There were 18 in all, lasting about 4 hours. It left little time for dancing but that was ok. The speeches were thoughtful and funny and there were even two musical

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Most years, my Uncle Rob likes to come up to Little Italy for the Feast of San Gennaro. This year he brought Tara, her boyfriend Vedran and her new girlfriend and her children. It was fun as always and always makes me feel just that more Italian to be there. We had sausage and broccoli rabe on the street and scarfed zeppolis as powdered sugar rained down our shirts.View allGet your own

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...Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia PlathOne of my greatest fears is leaving this earth and not having told the truth of my existence. In part, I blame Orson Scott Card and his magnificent book Speaker for the Dead which I read as a teenager but it also has to do

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Come hang out with us all day! Free Brooklyn Lager for the first hour each day!Not to mention...A delicious food menu designed by former WD-50 chef, Scott KoshkoodiLive screenprinting by artist j.morrison from Space is the PlaceA GIANT hot pink elephant art installation by Snoozer LoserOrganic and vegan bake sale by Jamie CakesPlus other surprises throughout the weekend!*Added to the line-up is

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I wrote this piece in 2006 for The Citizen's Guide, a now defunct website. Their premise was cheeky, slightly dirty, reviews of locations from the point of few of the locals. I was the Long Island girl. Reading back on it now, it's definitely meaner and raunchier than I would actually be comfortable with putting my name on these days but I was poor and just starting out and actually, the pay

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Wonder what they'd do if I just showed up alone and drank myself stupid at the bar for two hours.From: alessa.theavidgroupnyc@gmail.comSubject: FREE M5-1 OPEN BAR!Date: August 13, 2009 6:24:33 PM EDTTo: alessa.theavidgroupnyc@gmail.comCongratulations!! On behalf of M1-5, I would like to invite you in for TWO FREE HOURS OF DRINKS on Thursday, August 20th!! This is an Open Bar.  You drink

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They're painting the building on my corner buttercream and dark chocolate. Greenpoint is buzzing about Peter Pan Bakery's donut ice cream sandwiches. They recommend red velvet with strawberry and chocolate cake with vanilla. My subletter loves to bake cupcakes. Today my parent's neighbor brought over bite sized pieces of ricotta cake and chocolate cake with lemon frosting.

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On Thursday night, I went to the Diesel party at Webster Hall and Kanye showed up.On Friday night, I drove to New Jersey with Sea and we saw AC/DC.It was an interesting week.

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What a miserable day. I didn't get the job I really wanted and spent the entire day teary, feeling defeated. The job was writing for a hotel review site. And it came with dental. They fly you to Aruba AND clean your teeth. I got to the second round in the application process and boom, rejection letter. It's just the accumulation of a million little things which lately I've put my heart into and

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The intellectual life is why I am a New Yorker. It's why I stay here. I spend my summers in Europe and when they ask me if I'm an American, I say, 'No, I'm a New Yorker.' I don't know about everyone else, but for me that's a positive statement. - Alexander Alland, Jr.

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Things like this make my heart soar. Thanks HipsterRunOff.com for making a snarky comment about it so that I could see it. Want to know something, it sorta made me cry. I love weddings.

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Saturday, the Joseph's (aka, my beautiful friends Daniella and Jeremy. aka, 2/3 of the band Holy Moly, aka, member of After the Jump) had a housewarming at their new digs in Kensington (Brooklyn, not London). It was a lovely, baby, yummy, random poo on the floor, Michael Jackson in the courtyard, Balderdash affair. And any excuse for hanging out with Dylan is always welcome.

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Manhattan Avenue street fair The queue outside the East River Park in Williamsburg to get into the Pool Party went down Kent St. and around to the other side of the block. It reached all the way to Greenpoint.

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Sea boozing on a free beer (even though bringing beer back into the photo pit wasn't allowed. Sneaky) and Chris from Music Snobbery taking photos in the background. Boys love Japandroids. Matt and Jeff from CultureofMe. Scottish boys, Frightened Rabbit. The crowd and the VIP/Photo pit with the scary Cyclone looming over us. mates. Fellow ATJer, Chris. Laura and Mike Sea, Ryan and Emma. Hot and

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Every year in the slowly vanishing Italian community in Williamsburg, the Dance of the Giglio festival is held. Much more intimate and authentic feeling than the San Gennaro celebration and nearly as large. Sea and I wandered through the streets and shared a sausage and peppers and bag of zeppolis. We took a turn around the bazar in the church basement where I wanted to buy a book to support them

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At least, I think so. My mom used to take my sister and I to Bloomies to go shopping every week (and sometimes more) and we always stopped in the restaurant and had their famous, plain frozen yogurt. I got a little over excited a couple of weeks ago when I found this card in my room at home. I thought I had lost it. Welcome to a summer of me trying to fill it up. Oh and ps, doesn't the "

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