Were I to grow out my hair, bleach it, get colored contacts, and a lot of makeup, I would look like this:

Truly frightening.  To enjoy a timewaster that will allow you to do this sort of horrifying business to yourself, go to Taaz.

One word meme via grace

The rules:
1. After reading my answers, copy and paste the list into your comment.
2. Change my one-word responses with yours (yes, only ONE WORD, even if it hurts the most painful of hurts).
3. Submit your comment.
4. And hey, you can always post your finished list on your blog, too.

You’re Feeling: exhausted
To Your Left: tea
On Your Mind: O.C.
Last Meal Included: yogurt
You Sometimes Find it Hard To: discipline
The Weather: grey
Something You Have a Collection of: books
A Smell that Cheers You Up: rain
A Smell that Can Ruin Your Mood: homeless
How Long Since You Last Shaved: weeks
The Current State of Your Hair: untouched
The Largest Item On Your Desk/Workspace Right Now (besides computer): shoeboxes
Your Skill with Chopsticks: middling
Which Section You Head to First In the Bookstore: bargain
…and After That?: culture
Something You’re Craving: lobster
Your General Thoughts On the Presidential Race: bored
How Many Times You’ve Been Hospitalized this Year: none
A Favorite Place to Go for Quiet Time: bed
You’ve Always Secretly Thought You’d Be a Good: bartender
Something that Freaks You Out a Little: discipline
Something You’ve Eaten Too Much of Lately: junk
You Have Never: biked
You Never Want To: waste

Are not something I generally enjoy together. UNTIL NOW!  My favorites are this and this.

Tufte would be proud.

When you spill two completely full glasses of water all over yourself and your desk in two SEPARATE incidents in one day, what is the universe trying to tell you?  Drink more tea, I assume.

Me want.

Do you live in DC, SC, NC, TN, PA, KY, LA, or AR? And do you love to listen to rock music? Or perhaps would you like to meet a Jew? Then perhaps you should go see a show by my friend Jared Friedman. He will be playing in your parts, and, in addition to being a smashing musician, he will let you in on how he controls the media for a dollar.  If you bargain with him.

You can listen to his musical stylings here and tour dates are as follows:

Oddly Mr. Friedman will not play alone here in NYC, so I will not be able to hear the awesomeness you can!

**EDITED TO ADD**

All is well now!

I upgraded wordpress, but now links directly to posts are broken. Trying to figure that out….anyone else have this issue?

I would not call it a rampage.  In fact, it’s a little bit of a ruckus followed by grocery store workers being completely subdued about the fact that a naked man is in their store breaking shit.  But by golly I can’t pass up a title like NAKED MAN GOES ON RAMPAGE!  Seriously though–why do none of the employees seem that concerned?

Several years ago, we had a New Year’s Eve party, and made a punch.  It went over well.  Last night I made a variation, which was also a big hit.  It’s sweet, but even dudes seem to like it, which is generally difficult with a punch I think.  I highly recommend it:

1 large bottle of cheap, dry white wine

1/2 bottle of peach schnapps

1/2 small bottle of vodka (you can limit this, depending on how boozy you want to make it.)

1/2 bottle of Cran-Peach juice

Frozen fruit (strawberries, raspberries, peaches are good.  Pomegranate is also good.)

Mix!  Let stew a bit so the fruit soaks up the booze.  You can put it in the freezer and make it slushy for maximum awesome.

“I’m making a Cobb salad, which is bacon and chicken…(pause) and bacon.  and chicken.”

My mom knows the important part of salad.

This was followed by a discussion about how no one ever beats cancer, and she did so by drinking and smoking.
I often wish my mom had a medical program a la “Talk Sex with Sue.”  She would just diss on doctors and tell people to drink vinegar.  It would be great.

I just compulsively watched the whole run of “Wonder Falls.”  It is so amazing.  Run out and watch it.

Also, I am starting my 29th year on a high note with a bacon and egg salad sandwich for breakfast.  Followed by cheesecake.  Then I will clean my house and make some punch and possibly Jell-o shots.  For gelatinous liquor is an ideal way to celebrate the last year of my 20s.

On a layover in the Cincinnati airport (which may actually be a bus station that my plane happened to land at), I had about three minutes to pick up a sandwich. I signed my credit card bill with my usual haste (my signature includes 6 letters, tops) and rearranged everything I was carrying. The woman behind the counter stopped me and asked if I was an artist. I replied in the negative and she began listing off other creative occupations. Musician, maybe? I was starved, sleep deprived, and in a hurry so I couldn’t figure out what she was getting at. I wasn’t dressed odd, but I thought to myself, “Maybe I look hip for Cincinnati?”*

Finally she said that my signature is indicative of high levels of creativity. She was sad when I said I do things “with computers (hey, I was tired).” I was interested in this assessment, but when I said something self-deprecating about how messy my handwriting was she said it was so, but in a designed/artistic way.

Take that Queens Board of Elections, who finds my signature too arty to allow me to vote. And now I am sad to have let down an airport newsstand clerk who has an awesome hobby. I didn’t want to tell her I pretty much do the opposite of art, though I do use the whiteboard more than my coworkers.

*Though I spent scant minutes in Cin City, and they were all in the airport, I definitely did get a sense that even boring me was way hipper than your average person coming through the Cincinnati bus station airport.

I am an uncoordinated person by nature.  Only recently though, have I noticed a new trend of my uncoordinatedness in relevance to famous people.  I have now literally run into several “famous” people, or fallen on them.  They all seem to take it graciously, after ascertaining I am not a crazy attacker.  My other famous people MO is to chat with an anonymous person only to discover they are the parent of the famous person.  So watch out celebrities (or “celebrities”), I will be falling on you in the near future.  Or your mom.

If you happen to be in Austin and of the library/info science/museum persuasion, please come to the hoedown:

Saturday, March 8, 2008
12:30 PM
Las Manitas
211 Congress Ave Austin, Texas 78701

Eat/drink with your fellow information professionals. Use the words gatekeepers and cherrypicking. Snicker about your out of touch colleagues. Ask for advice/help from others who’ve been there. Bitch about Michael Gorman. Mention how Otlet could have schooled all of
these SxSWers decades ago. Reminisce about the days of authority control as king. All with tasty food and drink.

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