Another Theory To Help You With Your Life It's best to get your own copy.

Two copies in the same apartment is not excessive, it's celebratory.

You won't regret it, because otherwise you will just stare longingly at someone else's copy, even if you are re-reading To Kill A Mockingbird on a blanket in the park and it is a beautiful day.


Read faster, damnit!  ¶ 10:28 PM 18 comments

  From The Frighteningly Accurate File As if the "What Kind of Liberal-Book-New York Neighborhood-Cough Syrup Are You?" quizzes didn't give me enough personal insight:

You are The Hierophant

Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.

All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.

The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

  ¶ 5:41 PM 3 comments

  Next Blog Poetry* Is Back "Out with the old and in with the new."

Há algumas semanas,
There is a small chest on the stage and a sex swing hung off to one side.
Patent leather blue pumps =check
And I am not a woman of many words.

The moms love to party!
Don't get me wrong ... I think it was violent and tragic ...
It's our passion and love for beading.
it made me grin knowingly.


*For the unenlightened: each line in a Next Blog Poem (and the title) is taken from a different random blog. It's brilliant, really.  ¶ 9:58 PM 9 comments

  The One Time I Took My Shirt Off In Public So I was cruising around the blogworld, trying to stop watching too much Buffy, and I came across The Accidental Bitch's proud declaration that she drank rum from a shovel.

I feel inadequate.

One time someone in a supermarket checkout line said I "looked rough," but that was when I had my nose pierced and it was possible he was being sarcastic. I went from shy high school violet to The One Who Can Hold Her Jack Daniels to being somewhat paranoid about running into one of my students everywhere I go, so the badass factor has never been great.

But two years ago I got--let's say "drunk"--at my school's end-of-year pub crawl. I took the train home with my roommate and her boyfriend, both fellow teachers. We walked the two blocks up to our (dimly lit, suburban) street and he took his shirt off. I complained loudly that it wasn't fair that guys can take their shirts off in public.

He said, "You can take your shirt off."

"No I can't," I said, exasperated. "I'm carrying all this food [from the diner where we had tried to soak up our boozy tummies]!"

"I'll carry it," he said.

My bluff had been called, so I handed him the takeout container of cold greasy fries and took my shirt off. He hooted and my roommate laughed. We only had about half a block to go, it was 2 AM, and our street had one light. I walked home in my bra and jeans.

Oh yeah. I'm bad.  ¶ 9:04 PM 8 comments

  In Case You Haven't SEEN   ¶ 5:32 PM 3 comments

  Me 'n Lulu On The Train   ¶ 11:23 AM 4 comments

  The People In My Neighborhood Hasidim

A kid on a bike with white stickers on his face cut into the shape of a goatee

A handsome black man who laughed with me at the overgrown foliage

A guy riding his bike on the sidewalk, forcing me to veer onto the grass

A friendly kid with a garbage bag

A lot of people playing salsa music very loudly

AnthemSled

A. & M., across the hall

Screaming pregnant lady

Dog barking in window

Me  ¶ 10:52 AM 2 comments