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 There's something to be said about catching up with old friends and finding out how much we've grown apart, how much we've grown alike, and how some things just never change. We're older, maybe a little jaded, but in the end, we're still laughing at the same old things that brought us together.
—Sunday, November 29, 2009 1 comment Still together
 - La Luna - Midway - How To Use An Apostrophe - The 50 most interesting articles on Wikipedia - Oregon's Monster Surf Slab: Slideshow At The Yeti - Know Your Meme: Auto-Tune (related: Quotable Kanye) (Previously: Lists, part 29)
—Saturday, November 28, 2009 0 comments Lists, part 30
 Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for life and for everything and everyone it has brought me. Now go eat a lot and give someone a hug! (2008)
—Thursday, November 26, 2009 1 comment Happy Thanksgiving!
 There's this lady I see on the streets all the time, who sells things she has painted. Well, not quite painted but rather, dotted with paint. The style is not as moving as Jackson Pollock but not quite pointillist. It's somewhere in between, kind of mesmerizing, kind of intriguing. Everything she owns is dotted in paint, including her coat, hat and shoes. I've seen her set up her stand on sidewalks here and there. Some approach her, some steal a quick glance, but most keep walking. The other night, I was walking that long walk underground from Times Square to Port Authority. I used to dislike that walk because of the stairs and that tunnel where everything feels stuffy. But I've grown to like it, in a weird way. I walked past the usual "THINK JESUS" tables that are set up by the 7 train. That night, I found three people arguing about God and religion with the one man waving pamphlets, trying to convince them. I slowed down a bit, trying to catch some of the conversation but it was just raised voices and frustration. I kind of smiled to myself and shook my head. I picked up my pace as I headed up that incline into the tunnel walkway. That's when I heard the most beautiful voice. It took my breath away. The operatic singing echoed up and down the tunnel. I kept searching for the person as I walked, and then I found her. It was her. It was the dotted paint lady. She was just standing there, holding an empty Starbucks cup, slowly rocking back and forth on her feet, singing. I couldn't get over how beautiful her voice was. She looked nervous, as if the sound coming from her wasn't normal. The sides of my mouth turned up involuntarily in recognition. I took all the change from my pockets and poured it into her cup. She paused, nodded shyly and continued to sing. In that brief moment, I wondered why she didn't sing outside, why she didn't sing more often, why no one noticed her. And then I wondered if she had sung all her life, if she sang in a choir as a child, if she made her parents smile on a bad day with that voice. As I neared the end of the tunnel, I paused and listened, as her voice drifted in and out of the masses and roars of the trains.
—Tuesday, November 24, 2009 2 comments She sings, too.
 Question: cranberry sauce or jellied cranberry sauce (from a can)? Not gonna lie, I love cranberry sauce straight from the can. Not only is it fascinating (it's can-shaped jelly!), slicing it is incredibly satisfying. And it's pretty delicious.
—Sunday, November 22, 2009 3 comments On cranberry sauce
 Being sick makes me appreciate being healthy so much more. I didn't realize how much I did everyday, and how much energy it took to do it all. By early Thursday afternoon, I threw in the towel and went home. I couldn't really function anymore, and I needed to not do anything. So I spent the rest of the week and weekend sleeping, medicating and Hulu-ing. I've been so out of it and yet, I've found time to make people laugh, listen to some friends and generally, keep my spirits up. I'm one of those people who doesn't like having others worry about me when I'm down for the count. (But that's not to say I don't appreciate the get wells or feel betters; I'm grateful that people care.) My reaction to being sick is humor, and I can't help but poke fun of myself. I keep a strong front, and I don't know if that's some kind of "independent woman" thing peeking out or simply because, I don't like seeing people sad over me.
—Sunday, November 15, 2009 7 comments On being sick
 (bigger) Hello, hello. I have (finally) caught a cold and now have some sexy phlegm. (That was a shout out to Phoebe on Friends.) I'm a little loopy from some medicine, so I'll be writing things like sexy phlegm and having a gigante bowl of chicken soup. When I mean gigante, I mean gigante. Those big 32 ounce cups at Whole Foods gigante. I don't know how I downed all that soup, but I did. And I don't know why I'm saying gigante instead of gigantic. Before I go any further, I want to give a big amazing high five to Brian, who recently relocated to London. He's one of my favorite people on the internets, and I really, really love and adore his photos. I've seen his Brooklyn, and now I look forward to seeing his London. Cheers! One sec-- Whew, that was a big sneeze. Okay, where was I? Ah, yes. Remember when I asked who reads me? Well, it is time for those results! I will say that you guys are pretty (and) wonderful people, and I have taken your suggestions into account. I'm incredibly flattered by what you have said about my little corner on the web. I wasn't expecting any of it, really! I just like writing here and sharing little moments with you all. And I'm glad you enjoy reading what I write, no matter how zany it may be. I think this is a very "aw, shucks" moment, so let's milk my awkwardness. Good? Good. According to the feedback, a little over a dozen people read me. When I first started receiving results, I thought, "Okay, 5-6 people is about right." Then more kept coming and I thought, "Ohhh." I know some of you didn't do the feedback form, which is totally cool because it disappeared off the frontpage within a week or so. Anyway, this is what I'm getting to: my nerdiness and love for graphs and charts. Old school, here we go! Feedback form results (that's you!) And now I will go curl up in bed and read until I fall asleep.
—Thursday, November 12, 2009 1 comment Because I'm curious... the results!
 Have you ever avoided answering a question directly by responding with something obscure? Sometimes I don't want people to know how I'm doing, so I answer with something completely off-kilter, to which they laugh and go, "What?" Exactly.
—Sunday, November 8, 2009 3 comments Uhh, okay...?
 The Yankees won the World Series! 27! I am happy. Baseball postseason tends to occupy my life, and when the Yankees are in it, even more so. It's pretty much all I've been tweeting about: Games 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. I can't even begin to explain to you how much I love this team (and baseball). I'm a Yankee fan, through and through. And I do get a lot of crap for it, but hey, I take it in stride. I'm well aware of how much money we spend on players and "gourmet food" sold in the stadium and no, I'm not the biggest fan of A-Rod but I accept him because he is a good player and yeah, I have disagreed with Steinbrenner's decisions in the past. I see what you see, but my unwavering devotion for this team pretty much trumps everything. The history rooted in this organization is incredible, and I think we're on the brink of something. Having suffered through some bad acquisitions, I am glad we're back to digging into our farm system and bringing up players like Cano and Cabrera. Everyone's getting older, and we should bring in the younger generation to keep it going. Learn from and value the seasoned players! Seeing Jeter, Mariano, Pettitte and Jorge together again made me happy. The last 4 players from the "original" Yankees, the 4 players I grew up watching and revering. Derek Jeter is my favorite player. Go ahead and roll your eyes, but I stand by him. He's a consistent player, loves the game, and plays hard every time. The stadium shakes with pride when he steps up to bat, the crowd boos when he's away, and other players respect him. Mo is my close second because, I mean, he's Mariano Rivera. He breaks bats and does what he needs to do. He has a quiet way of doing things, and I like that. Anyway, I am humbled. It's been almost 10 years since we last won, and boy, do I know what it feels like to not... be there. If anything, winning has brought everyone together, and I love how sports (and things like this in general) do that. Tomorrow, I'll be at the ticker tape parade with the rest of the fans, and I'll be smiling my face off. To my favorite team, thank you. :-) (Plus, we took down Pedro twice in the series. Who's your daddy, Pedro?)
—Thursday, November 5, 2009 2 comments New York Yankees and #27
 I met Rachel! (points to photo) That's her. We had brunch on Sunday in Brooklyn. Sooo... I've never met another blogger before (outside of any gathering or conference). This was my first encounter, and I'm not gonna lie: I was kinda stressed out. While I've known Rachel through the internets for 7 years now (holy!), it's still a little different from knowing a person in person for 7 years. I mean, my "voice" here is pretty much who I am in person. Like Rachel said, there's only so much you can hide when you write; people get a pretty good feel for you. The point is, I still had the jitters like I usually do when I meet someone new. I'm naturally shy and, you know, I was nervous but sorta kinda smoothed myself out along the way. You just gotta keep hanging out with me until all my weirdness comes out! Anyway, it was pretty surreal. I'm pretty sure I blabbed nonsense. Rach is made of awesome and she's pretty much how I imagined her to be (this is good). She is a living, breathing person and not a robot! She's funny (knock knock joke!), cool and pretty kick ass. (Uh, she's going to be a surgeon, she bikes, and has a longboard. Plus, her outfits make me happy.) And we're legit friends now-- that is crazy and cool. She's holding me to it, and I'm keeping the promise: when she's back in January, I'm taking her to Shake Shack... among other things! (Rachel's take)
—Monday, November 2, 2009 6 comments Meeting Rachel (intensify.org)
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