Sunday, January 31, 2010

busy being boring

...and some of what I knit in New York:

ernie of the day

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

ernie of the day

He has reclaimed the guest bed as his own... it's one giant catbed again. Lucky dude.

garage door repairman

Please don't make me suffer through The View while I wait for you arrive...

Sunday, January 24, 2010

dog park

As I drove past today I thought, "yeah... I like dogs more than I like most people."

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Saturday, January 9, 2010

left bank

Debbie Stoller just posted a picture of the scarf I knit as a sample for her new yarn line... I pinched this from her:
Look for Stitch Nation yarn at Joann Stores from 28 January!!!

colorful colorado!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

homeward bound...

I don't just wish I were, I will be tomorrow morning! Another song reference (one that's be on repeat in my brain like an earworm this entire week) is LCD Soundsystem's "New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down."

Here are the lyrics:
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage

New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, you're safer
And you're wasting my time
Our records all show
You are filthy but fine

But they shuttered your stores
When you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored
Once they'd run out of crime

New York, you're perfect
Don't please don't change a thing
Your mild billionaire mayor's
Now convinced he's a king

So the boring collect

I mean all disrespect
In the neighborhood bars
I'd once dreamt I would drink

New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
There's a ton of the twist
But we're fresh out of shout
Like a death in the hall
That you hear through your wall

New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down

Like a death of the heart
Jesus, where do I start?
But you're still the one pool
Where I'd happily drown

And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For kids that think it still exists
Yes, for those who think it still exists

Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And myabe you're right

Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right

And Oh..
Maybe mother told you true
And they're always be something there for you
And you'll never be alone

But maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And just maybe she's wrong

Maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And if so, is there?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

the brightside

Since the fire, we've been getting one utility turned on after the other... starting with water. Electricity was next (which I thought controlled the hot water heater) and we're still waiting on Gas. The fire was Saturday afternoon. For real.

The upside to not having gas (because the obvious downside is freezing cold showers) is that I simply HAVE to eat out every meal. I waited far too long to hit up the many Banh Mi shops near here, but stopped in yesterday while I was returning "home" with clean laundry. Paris Sandwich on Grand is where it's at -- they've got an extensive menu of Banh Mi sandwiches and other Vietnamese delights (hello, Vietnamese yoghurt? Delish!). This didn't last very long -- although I did manage to stretch it out over a lunch and then the late-afternoon snack:
I also learned something interesting from the fire. After, one of the older firemen gave the suggestion to leave some cut onions out to absorb the smell... I was doubting his advice, but did a quick google check and after reading some blahblahblah chemistry stuff, I thought, "what the hell... it's only going to cost a couple of dollars and it just might work." And it did! I felt that it might be that the smell of cut onions would trump the stink of smoke, but I threw the onion remains out today and the smell is definitely dimished. I also scrubbed everything down with water and white vinegar, so hopefully my friend will come home and the evidence of the fire will be minimal.

I just got bad news: three gas leaks in the building (bullshit -- the boiler is on) but they're going to replace some pipes tomorrow and then ConEd has to come out and do another inspection and then, just maybe there will be gas tomorrow night. There won't be... it won't be back on until Monday or Tuesday next week... I can almost guarantee it. I'm pretty miserable... Denver is looking so attractive right about now.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

there's no place like...

Home.

2 January and I've already had more drama this year than I had last. OK, well, that's a lie... kinda, but tonight it was a FIRE! For real. Firemen... axes... and the temperature in NYC? It's freezing!!! So... I'm homeless, with two dogs... I smell like an electrical fire and I'm shaky and can't sleep even though I'm exhausted. The building Super, George, put me up in one of the offices on the 5th floor -- it's nice (all the furniture is DWR and Room & Board) and while it doesn't reek of smoke and I have internet, there's no water in the building. However, heating and electricity are a big step up from the blackout condition in my friend's place.

It's funny that I was thinking of packing this week, so I've already started organizing my stuff... so as panic completely set in, I was able to get almost all of my things packed before I exited the building with the dogs (that's why I now have my computer and my phone is charging). How messed up is that? My first thought was, "DOGS!!!" and then my second thought was "OH NO, MY SHIT!" -- which I then wheeled into the bathroom figuring if the building completely went up in flames, the bathroom was probably a safe place to store things...

I'm messed up.

Clearly.

Here's my last confession about this whole incident: I showered today and was SO thankful that I did so since there were firemen in the building. I don't do resolutions anymore, but maybe I should try to focus on prioritizing things properly in the future -- for instance: a more reasonable person would be thankful that firemen came to save their lives -- regardless of how clean they were that day. Right?

Now it's time to try to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long, long day.