mom and baxter walking the labyrinth in union square.
me and ben not walking it.
tess and ben.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
new york city/3.
mom and baxter walking the labyrinth in union square.
me and ben not walking it.
tess and ben.
new york city/2.
me in/at moma.
mom in/at moma.
us in/at moma.
textures in/at moma.
i enjoyed MoMA. i would write more but i mean, it was enjoyable. ok? interesting exhibits.
i really enjoy going to museums like that with really impressive collections, collections large enough and well-organized enough (PLEASE don't get me started on el prado) so that you can really see how art is developing, how the influence of one artist or a group of artists can reverberate for generations. i find it fascinating. oh, especially since we just covered becker and "art worlds" in my class. how cool would that be? "well, class-today we're going on a field trip to MoMA" (you lucky bastards!!)
anyway, i'll let that be it for this entry. still one more little group of pictures to post. what a difficult life i lead ("NOT" a la Borat).
by the way, have you seen that movie?
charity :)
new york city/1.
light and crowds on fifth avenue.
ben and me in central park. we were watching the ice skaters with mom and baxter after austin went to work.
in front of radio city music hall. baxter, get off the phone! oh, you.
mom at the tree at roc-a-fella center.
baxter was there too.
Friday, December 15, 2006
the miraculous healing of sam.
so i went to the vet yesterday who, although not my normal vet, dr. adams, was very nice and kind. she said sam was very good and kept saying it to all the techs who came in to help ("just hold him still, but it shouldn't be bad, sam is VERY good. he's a very sweet kitty").
it turns out sam's kneecap is not as securely housed by the groovy part of the knee bone in which it rests as it should be. so, sometimes if he jumps on it wrong, it can become inflamed, and keep coming out of place. this is also, incidentally, why he prefers sitting like this:
poor dear. she game him an anti-inflammatory, anti-pain shot, and although he's still walking with a limp, it is much less pronounced, and he is definitely on the road to recovery. he's a trooper. it won't be long before he's back to his frisky self:
the vet said if it continues to be a problem, he can have surgery. i think that will have to wait until i have a real job, though. let's hope he learns how to take care of it himself... anyway, thanks for any thoughts you might have sent his way. we all appreciate it.
oh, and another image from the textures and shapes collection.
take care, you!
charity :)
it turns out sam's kneecap is not as securely housed by the groovy part of the knee bone in which it rests as it should be. so, sometimes if he jumps on it wrong, it can become inflamed, and keep coming out of place. this is also, incidentally, why he prefers sitting like this:
poor dear. she game him an anti-inflammatory, anti-pain shot, and although he's still walking with a limp, it is much less pronounced, and he is definitely on the road to recovery. he's a trooper. it won't be long before he's back to his frisky self:
the vet said if it continues to be a problem, he can have surgery. i think that will have to wait until i have a real job, though. let's hope he learns how to take care of it himself... anyway, thanks for any thoughts you might have sent his way. we all appreciate it.
oh, and another image from the textures and shapes collection.
take care, you!
charity :)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
early december in photos.
this is a car i saw the other day. read closely. and enjoy.
ben's hands.
ben doesn't like having his picture made.
this morning when sam woke up, he couldn't walk without limping. he cries very loudly when he stands up. i'm taking him to the vet this afternoon. please be thinking about him, if you will.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
very early november in photos.
below: sam the pawlicker.
below: close inspection.
Monday, December 11, 2006
anger and boogers.
hi.
i have been meaning to post some pictures on this here blog. i have several from recent non-adventures. instead, what finally got me back on here was this guy i ran into today. i don't know his name, so in order to avoid sounding impersonal, i'll just call him snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron.
today i was walking down the sidewalk with my soy latte, my guilty pleasure from starbucks. i had just been reading over my dissertation proposal, basking in the beauty of its continuing improvement, toying with the idea that maybe someday i'll be a real academic whose work is published in real sociological journals. i remembered with joy what it sounded like to hear "your masters degree will technically be awarded january": the frustration of having to wait so long was immediately replaced by overwhelming pride in a job done. i was enjoying the beautiful day and the snuggly scarf my mom knitted so long ago she can't even remember, when i saw a guy walking towards me.
when i said the man (soon to earn the title of snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron) was walking towards me, i mean exactly that: he was veering diagonally across the sidewalk towards me. confused at his seemingly erratic behavior, i realized he was covering his entire face with his gloved hand, apparently blowing every face orifice into what i hope and fear was a used handkerchief of the type that the fuddy-duddy-englishmen-type carry.
seeing that he was headed straight towards me, i remembered how only this morning i vowed to take good care of myself so i would not get the flu, even though i (foolishly perhaps) decided not to get a flu shot. too late, i realize now, i called out "excuse me!" a split second later, he smashed into me, spilling my coffee all over me and knocking me off balance-- and off the sidewalk.
"JESUS!" i cried out, perhaps calling out to Jesus to please not let this nasty snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron infect me with his grossness, perhaps just expressing the intense exasperation i felt at having been completed ignored. is it unreasonable, i ask, to expect people walking down the sidewalk to pay attention to wear they are going? to who they might run into? especially when they are sick and in the process of grossly, publicly, disposing of their illness productions, however ineffectively?
then, to my surprise, and the part that forced me to share this gross story with you:
"PLEASE! I COULDN'T SEE YOU BECAUSE I WAS BLOWING MY NOSE." i heard him snap at me as i walked on, shaking my shoes off and inspecting my jeans. my ears perked up when i heard him, and i made a face that said "what the hell?" but didn't turn to face him.
"ASSHOLE," concluded snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron, so loud that i heard him over the disco jazz playing in my headset, even though he was several feet away by then.
hmm. sigh.
i walked on, back to work, shaking my head in wonder.
people say i'm mean sometimes. i think i'm pretty nice. no... i can't let that slide. i'm not that nice. i can be mean. and speaking of mean, there are a lot of things i wish i had said to snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron. so many things.
but i didn't say anything. why? because i was foolish enough to learn manners growing up? because i have learned my place as a girl/lady/woman? that i'm supposed to put up with rude asshole men treating me like i'm invisible, like i'm worth no more that a common handkerchief? that as such, i'm not allowed to speak up for myself and under no circumstances am i supposed to be rude?
oh, you showed me, snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron. i forgot all my teachings but you showed me with your rough talk. i'll know better in the future. i won't expect common courtesy in the future. if i make the idiotic mistake to do so, i won't bother standing up for myself and i promise, snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron, i promise i'll never insult you, you fucking asshole snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron.
trying not to externalize. trying not to externalize. the thing is, i'm not going to internalize anymore either. and that's kind of what women are taught to do growing up.
it has been so hard to learn how to let stuff like this go. but i'm trying.
snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron is just lucky that the reverend al green came on to soothe the savage beast (me). i just hope i didn't get SARS or the avian flu or whatever widespread epidemic is (not) going around this season.
charity >:)
i have been meaning to post some pictures on this here blog. i have several from recent non-adventures. instead, what finally got me back on here was this guy i ran into today. i don't know his name, so in order to avoid sounding impersonal, i'll just call him snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron.
today i was walking down the sidewalk with my soy latte, my guilty pleasure from starbucks. i had just been reading over my dissertation proposal, basking in the beauty of its continuing improvement, toying with the idea that maybe someday i'll be a real academic whose work is published in real sociological journals. i remembered with joy what it sounded like to hear "your masters degree will technically be awarded january": the frustration of having to wait so long was immediately replaced by overwhelming pride in a job done. i was enjoying the beautiful day and the snuggly scarf my mom knitted so long ago she can't even remember, when i saw a guy walking towards me.
when i said the man (soon to earn the title of snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron) was walking towards me, i mean exactly that: he was veering diagonally across the sidewalk towards me. confused at his seemingly erratic behavior, i realized he was covering his entire face with his gloved hand, apparently blowing every face orifice into what i hope and fear was a used handkerchief of the type that the fuddy-duddy-englishmen-type carry.
seeing that he was headed straight towards me, i remembered how only this morning i vowed to take good care of myself so i would not get the flu, even though i (foolishly perhaps) decided not to get a flu shot. too late, i realize now, i called out "excuse me!" a split second later, he smashed into me, spilling my coffee all over me and knocking me off balance-- and off the sidewalk.
"JESUS!" i cried out, perhaps calling out to Jesus to please not let this nasty snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron infect me with his grossness, perhaps just expressing the intense exasperation i felt at having been completed ignored. is it unreasonable, i ask, to expect people walking down the sidewalk to pay attention to wear they are going? to who they might run into? especially when they are sick and in the process of grossly, publicly, disposing of their illness productions, however ineffectively?
then, to my surprise, and the part that forced me to share this gross story with you:
"PLEASE! I COULDN'T SEE YOU BECAUSE I WAS BLOWING MY NOSE." i heard him snap at me as i walked on, shaking my shoes off and inspecting my jeans. my ears perked up when i heard him, and i made a face that said "what the hell?" but didn't turn to face him.
"ASSHOLE," concluded snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron, so loud that i heard him over the disco jazz playing in my headset, even though he was several feet away by then.
hmm. sigh.
i walked on, back to work, shaking my head in wonder.
people say i'm mean sometimes. i think i'm pretty nice. no... i can't let that slide. i'm not that nice. i can be mean. and speaking of mean, there are a lot of things i wish i had said to snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron. so many things.
but i didn't say anything. why? because i was foolish enough to learn manners growing up? because i have learned my place as a girl/lady/woman? that i'm supposed to put up with rude asshole men treating me like i'm invisible, like i'm worth no more that a common handkerchief? that as such, i'm not allowed to speak up for myself and under no circumstances am i supposed to be rude?
oh, you showed me, snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron. i forgot all my teachings but you showed me with your rough talk. i'll know better in the future. i won't expect common courtesy in the future. if i make the idiotic mistake to do so, i won't bother standing up for myself and i promise, snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron, i promise i'll never insult you, you fucking asshole snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron.
trying not to externalize. trying not to externalize. the thing is, i'm not going to internalize anymore either. and that's kind of what women are taught to do growing up.
it has been so hard to learn how to let stuff like this go. but i'm trying.
snot-nosed-jerk-face-moron is just lucky that the reverend al green came on to soothe the savage beast (me). i just hope i didn't get SARS or the avian flu or whatever widespread epidemic is (not) going around this season.
charity >:)
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