Monday, September 29, 2003

We Are The Champions

the Cubbies are Division Champions! we are going to the playoffs!

after being rained out on friday, the Cubbies played the Pirates in a sellout double-header on saturday, and by sweeping the Pirates earned themselves the division title -first time in more than a decade!- and we are Going To The Playoffs!! we play the Braves on tuesday.

so maybe this year is the year we go to the World Series.

in other news, school starts today for University of Chicago undergrads, and it's full speed ahead from the word go for us. a sample: my schedule -- MWF 0930-1020 PLSC 285 Organisational Decision Making 1030-1120 MUSI 151 Harmony and Voiceleading. MW 1330-1450 PLSC 215 World History 1914-1945. TuTh 1030-1150 PLSC 290 Intro to IR. and random other sections along the way for a bunch of these classes. i can't wait!

yes i am a U of C geek. =)

Saturday, September 27, 2003

Madness and Mayhem

Reynolds Club Dance Party during O-week = bad luck for jeanette. although i had a reasonably good time dancing around to music on a Crowded dance floor with random weird firstyears, at the end of the evening getting ready to go home i discover, to my horror, that my purse -my MANGO BAG!- was gone. stolen. with my keys, cellphone, and ID wallet in it. oh, and a favourite scrunchie, without which i can't do a ballerina bun. all i can say is, if i ever get my hands on the bastard who stole it, kicking him in the balls with my pointy-toed knee high boots is the kindest thing i am going to do to him. papercuts in sensitive places running a close second for kindest thing. =) [unless it is a girl, in which case i'll have to find some other place to kick.]

so i rise into zen-calm mode, call to cancel debit cards, report missing bag, cancel cellphone yaddayadda...the worst part was being unable to get back into my apartment. that sucked. though it worked out in the end -rachel let me stay over at her place, and in the morning spare keys were procured from the building management, and i was let back in. whew. so i have spent the last couple of days running around like an insane chicken replacing stuff --i have yet to make the official chicago PD report of the missing DL so i can get it replaced, but all the PDs are in sketchy-ass neighbourhoods [surprise surprise] so i'm waiting til i can get a ride there. =( everything else is back on track.

much easier and more calm than losing my wallet in the Tube spring break my first year. losing all cards and ID when you are in a foreign country and not going home to singapore anytime soon, plus worrying about it while trying to get back to another foreign country? nervous-breakdown-inducing. =) so that is what i have been up to since going shopping with hanyann on tuesday. yeah.

and especially for Adrian: dude! where are you? i haven't seen you online in ages. it is sad. i too would like some face-time with you -well as close to face-time as you can get with the internet -grins- so...let's get our act together soon ok? hope you and the other half [shouldn't she be the better half? -cheeky grin-] are doing well!



Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Shopping

i have made two discoveries today:

(1) hanyann really dislikes shopping unless she has a PURPOSE like buying interview clothes, and then she is a fiend [we did a solid five or six hours today!]. and she and i can buy clothes from the same places -- Express, or New York and Co...

(2) i really like New York and Co. they have clothes that fit me -- shirts, pants, you name it, they make it in a size and shape i can wear. and that size mostly happens to be XS. what an ego booster THAT is! mom would love this place, it makes pants in an amazing and flattering cut with good material for an insanely cheap price. and the shirts! the tailored shirts! i am in preppy heaven. now to convince myself that i can indeed pull off the preppy look...

so that was my day =) Oweek is awesome for all of us returning students who don't have to do anything in particular for oweek. -grinning- it means hanyann and i can go shopping after seeing her doctor [she has pneumonia!] and buy lots of stuff, and then pretend that it's all because we need clothes to wear to schoo...i mean to interviews. -grin- and eat lots of food. food is always good. =) Chipotle! the only thing missing is a moonshake..i mean a milkshake from Moonstruck. that's what they should call them.

anyways. it's been a long and productive day, and my closet needs some serious rearranging before school starts...time to go. =)

Monday, September 22, 2003

Zen Chicken

excerpts from the O-week edition of the Chicago Maroon, on Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold:

...But also because they are a stunning example of 'the Life of the Mind' gone wrong. You'll read Nietzsche in your Soc class (if you haven't already, ya big poindexter), and you'll read Hobbes and Plato and Marx and Machiavelli and all those guys, whose ideas about society and morality are important even today, or we wouldn't be reading them. And you'll leave with your own interpretation, coloured by those of your professors and TAs, of course, and perhaps you will incorporate what you have read into your everyday life -up to a point, at least, since it's unlikely that your own little Leviathan will become more real than a society of your X-Men action figures. But perhaps there's a dash of danger in this whole Great Books business. We read and read with the impression that we are becoming smarter and smarter, and we distance ourselves farther and farther from the rest of the world until we float off into the sky like helium balloons and say, "Ha! I am the superman!" And then we get too close to the sun like Icarus and fall and fall, until we land in a solitary confinement cell in Joliet.

investigate the Maroon online; the O-week edition is always great for laughs, esp for the upperclassmen -grins-

O-week is now in full swing -placement tests galore, CLMs, PE and swim tests [though it appears that the firstyears might have the good luck to take swim tests in the spanking new Ratner pool, instead of the dinky little bathtub-pool in the extremely chlorinated basement of Ida] abound for the newest members of the U of C. it is strange to have firstyears wandering around lost/well dressed/lost. soon this will all change, and life will resume its normal state here in Hyde Park. O-week has the effect of making us feel old -rachel and i were walking home after watching the Walk -where parents are separated from offspring after Convocation, and OAides walk around armed with boxes of Kleenex and have to form a solid blockade to prevent weeping mothers from walking into the Class of '07 photo with their children- and discussing how we feel old when we see the firstyears. she's a senior graduating in the winter! and i'm a third year [when did THAT happen??]...

the joys of being an upperclassman at the U of C.


Saturday, September 20, 2003

Taken from an old Washington Post Style Invitational contest, asking readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. The winners:

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an in definite period.

6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido: All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.

18. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

Friday, September 19, 2003

all time best line from When Harry Met Sally: Sally says, on board aircraft, to Harry, "You look like a normal person, but you're really the angel of death."

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promised update --

the ball game was fantastic as always. -grins- anyone who tells you that baseball is boring has clearly never been to a game in a ballpark as amazing as wrigley field. when you've been to a ballgame and heard the crowd baying its support for the home team: the screams of 'go! go! go!!!' as we watch a potential home run soar out toward the stands beyond second base; the collective moan of disappointment as it falls short; the chanting and booing and just the incredible atmosphere of Being There and supporting your team -the Cubbies-; the final pitch of the game when everyone is insanely on edge and the stands erupting with the umpire's declaring of a third strike that seals the Cubbies' victory over the Mets...who could call this game boring? and there's the additional bonus of how the field is even more green under the lights of the ballpark, the evening light fading into darkness, the sheer intensity of the closeness of the diamond -- and who could forget the wonderful taste of a hot dog smothered in everything yummy, and a soda, and a frozen smoothie on a roasting hot night?

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much has been accomplished today: i got myself a new short skirt, and i now have knee boots -a birthday present -grins-, and cute butterfly earrings from Old Navy. and alex has bed linens for his dorm room. very important, as we all know. we've been doing things like opening bank accounts and settling bills with the Bursar, things that are incidental to the beginning of a new school year here at the U of C. the firstyears are starting to arrive -we ran into a bunch of them as we were heading back to hyde park this afternoon from downtown- and come saturday we shall once more be overrun...

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

the Cubs are playing the Mets at Wrigley Field this evening, and we are gonna go! =) more later...

Monday, September 15, 2003

The Great Debate

it's past due for an update here, i figure =) so here goes -- it's been a busy couple of days. janice is indeed back from el salvador with the remnants of stomach upsets and a cold, and bug bites and bruises; and alex is here! though he sleeps at weird hours and spends most of the day wishing he could be asleep. -grins- so we've been hanging out doing a lot of eating, planning what to eat, and where to eat, and cooking and eating..sense a trend? =p which has left me with little inclination to blog, since no one wants to hear about our food exploits.

this morning, however, i woke up and starting thinking about -drumroll- what classes i'm going to take in the fall. [i know: i'm a U of C geek. what can i say in my own defence? nothing.] and immediately ran smack into the great divide between political science classes and economics classes. as far as the actual content of the classes goes, there is no real huge conflict. class scheduling, however, has seen fit to put two classes that i want to take -Intro to International Relations and Intro to International Economics- at the same time. which means i have to make a choice.

there's a greater metaphysical meaning to all this, of course, than simply having to pick between two classes. it's not just which of these is worth taking. both sound interesting, and have to do with my particular area of interest -IR for polsci, international trade for econ- so it's not like i can just randomly throw one away. but the one i pick this fall sort of symbolises which academic path i have chosen -- to call myself an econ concentrator doubling in political science, or the political science concentrator doubling in econ.

so i choose, in the end, to take the IR class. for a variety of reasons -- i can put off the econ electives until my senior yr but it's idiotic to take intro to IR after a whole bunch of more advanced IR classes, yadda yadda yadda...but ultimately it comes down to this: i'm more interested in/excited about the IR topics than the international trade ones. and that's sort of disturbing, becos it indicates to me that i am choosing to be a polsci concentrator doubling in econ, which is totally not what i intended to be when i first signed up to come here. [here i justly lay some of the blame for this transformation at the door of one paul staniland, who is successfully starting to turn me to the dark side...away from the rational light of economics -grinning-] still, i'm not saying that i want to throw econ out the window - though once i graduate that's precisely what's going to happen; you're not going to catch me going back to grad sch for an econ degree!- but rather that the focus of my interests has changed. perhaps it is a good thing.

it all goes back to what i said i wanted to read in my UCAS personal statement all those donkey months ago -- that i'm interested both in economics and history, and how the two intertwine. maybe i no longer believe i can change the world, that i can be a 'mover and shaker/of the world it seems', but it's still good to know that over the years some things still remain constant. =)

Friday, September 12, 2003

i'm back! =) after an interminably long ride in the car, i am back in chicago safe and sound, with lots of pictures and memories of speeding along at >80 mph in the middle of the night in the middle of f***ing nowhere, pennsylvania. -grins- it was a great road trip -thanks guys!- i got to see ying in new york, a great combination by all means, and i love spending time with ying anywhere; i got to see alvin! and yale for the first time; and i actually left illinois in a mode of transport that had its wheels on the ground at all times. i got to SEE indiana, and ohio, and penn, and all kinds of interesting things along the way. road trips are cool. that said, road trips are also exhausting, and i wasn't even the one driving. =(

highlights of the trip:

seeing the Intrepid Air-Sea-Space Museum in NYC. the Intrepid is a decommissioned aircraft carrier which now houses the navy museum, and along with the Intrepid there is a destroyer on display, and a submarine, the Growler, who is the predecessor of today's nuclear subs. tres cool. wandering around on the flight deck/in the hangar below deck while NOT sick as a dog, i realised that the Intrepid is every bit as cool as i remember in my fever-hazed memories, and then some. plus it was entertaining climbing ard on board with the guys - i still have my ability to run up and down those insanely steep stairs/ladders on board without breaking anything or falling off!

new york chinatown/soho: shopping in soho was fun though i wound up buying almost nothing -a fall coat and some earrings! my prize is, however, getting ying to buy a cool dress for seven-fifty and having her constantly complimented on it. -grins- i have good taste, what can i say. -wink- the food in chinatown remains as good as ever, and the key element it has that our chinatown doesn't: wet markets. wow. =) it's also fun to see that every time we go to new york chinatown has gotten larger...it is slowly but surely executing a pincer movement on little italy, and in time to come little italy will either be completely consumed by chinatown or, as walter suggests, it will remain 'little italy', but with all the shops owned by chinese businessmen. -laughing-

visting alvin: i always forget how much i miss the 1A people until i get to hang out with them for a while, then have to leave. man that sucks. but i had a great time seeing the sights in new haven -thanks for being tour guide, alvin!- and seeing alvin's bachelor pad -grinning- which is cooler than my apartment, and seeing yale. [i am mentally picturing my old hamster, now deceased, named for this Ivy League school] you 1A people in the US -yes, ryan, i'm talking to YOU- need to come and visit janice and i at thanksgiving, ok?

and of course, the US Airforce Museum in Ohio. who can forget that? =) wandering around huge hangars full of airplanes from the ones the Wright brothers first flew to the new 'concept planes' of the twenty-first century. i'm not a HUGE airplane fan, but even i was greatly entertained by the exhibits there. [i'm not a huge technology/machines person. to me the armed forces have always been about the people who are in it, not the toys that are available for us to play with. the exhibits abt people who have lost their lives above and beyond the call of duty, for example, or the pioneers of flight in the army signals corp, before the airforce was formed. those are the ones that really interest me.]

still, all said it's good to be back in the apartment, settling in, doing some clearing up and cleaning and stocking up of the fridge. tonight janice comes back; tomorrow alex will be here!

Thursday, September 11, 2003

in the library at yale now, sitting next to alvin who is checking his email. =) it's been an interesting visit here -we're breaking our journey [by which i mean driving in the wrong direction for an hour or so] to visit a bunch of friends who go to this preppy pretty school. -grins- i keep assuring alvin that everyone here is much hotter than the kids who go to the U of C. even hotter than the kids who go to columbia -sorry ying. =)

getting here was a pretty huge hassle --note to self: do not under any circumstances attempt to drive up and down manhattan during rush hour on a weekday; do not attempt to use the bridges; be prepared for long delays heading toward Connecticut, because there is no avoiding them. unless you take the train, which would have been a better idea but would have entailed leaving the car in manhattan untended. so perhaps not -- it took us several hours more than anticipated. but still, we got here in the end, and i've been hanging out with alvin. his 'bachelor pad' is most impressive -- i'm jealous, he has a deck...but what would i do with a deck in chicago, where it would be useless nine months of the year...

gotta go. more from chicago =)

Monday, September 08, 2003

New York, New York

never am i more constantly aware of and appreciative of the wonders of modern technology [read: portability of internet functions] than when i am away from my computer, and continue to be able to keep in touch with the world. i guess, in this day and age, connectability and contactability are paramount in our relationships with the rest of the world -- the world that constitutes our 'reality', as it were. it means that i can talk to alex and my parents while i am here in new york, just as well as i could from chicago [not very -grins- but hey, email works just fine]; i can check my email via webmail; i call people using my cellphone with its national plan -grins- and so forth. i like it.

i also like new york in the fall. =) the drive here was long but it was also worth it -grins- i quite enjoyed the drive, to be honest -- as long as i wasn't behind the wheel, which was most of the drive, and riding shotgun -- it was pretty fun to be zooming along, no other cars on the road, just enough light to see the road stretching out in front like a never ending ribbon, or peering through the fog in penn, climbing toward philly -- zooming past the 'burgh in the night and wondering if paul would be awake if i called and said -hey, we're in the neighbourhood right now- =) watching the stars stationary above the car, bright and clear, the familiar shapes of orion and nameless, barely recognised other constellations for once apparent before my eyes. the baby stars of night that are only visible when you are in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by blackness and fields and no other human beings for miles -- except the half-asleep truck driver hauling his trailer to god-knows-where driving along in front of you. but i digress.

we didn't quite make it to ikea like we wanted to yesterday [decided, on the spur of the moment, in a sketchy-as-hell store in harlem] but settled for Bed Bath and Beyond instead -- wound up buying nothing, although ying scored a pair of pretty, and extremely funky, earrings in Filene's. [damn my silver allergies; i wish they would clear up so i wouldn't have to worry about the metallurgical content of my earring-posts] had risotto at a cafe place in west village for dinner - it was amazing risotto preceded by a beautiful salad that pleased ying greatly, because she didn't have the chance to try this salad while in tuscany. the food was wonderful, the company amazing, the waiter cute and attentive -- what more could a girl ask? gelato, of course. and gelato was had, in due course, in a small hole-in-the-wall shop that makes the most delicious chocolate sorbet known to man. =) so it was a good evening, all round. i crashed out at ard eleven, long before ying made it to bed.

the plan for today? yum cha in chinatown at lunchtime, shopping in soho, grocery shopping in chinatown - then who knows? dinner of some form with yisheng. more later --

Sunday, September 07, 2003

we're off to see the wizard

last day of work was yesterday, but thanks to blogger going down yet AGAIN i couldn't post last night. so here's my sort-of-wistful wrapping up of the internship. i can't say i did all that much =) but it was pretty exciting getting to hang out at the Fed -- the informality of the research department -and- their attitude toward the intern program -grins- not that inspiring of confidence in the central bank's predictive abilities, but fun and educational nonetheless. and who can forget hanging out with tyler and jay and erik [for some reason i'm the only female intern in our half of the office. hmm.] who -as i have just found out- is a frat boy at the U of C. i shall constantly give him grief about it now. -evil- but now it's over, i've turned in visitor pass number 001 for the last time, and i get another three weeks of break to enjoy just being in chicago in the fall.

of course, i proceed to take off to new york. we are leaving in...twenty minutes, from hyde park, and i'm supposed to drive from the gas stop in Indiana to wherever we are having dinner. i am nervous but i am sure we will survive. cross your fingers for me. in the meantime, it's over and out from chicago -- perhaps an update in new york; if not, then more from me on friday, when we return --

Friday, September 05, 2003

She's Like The Wind

She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

Feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can't look in your eyes
You're out of my league
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind

i hate blogger --

it just ate my post. my nice long post re: dirty dancing the movie, and then dancing in general. -sigh- and i can't find the words to do it again, so in brief --

You broke my heart
'cos i couldn't dance
you didn't even want me around
and now i'm back
to let you know
i can really shake 'em down


it is a great, awesome, wonderful movie with a really really hot Patrick Swayze. everyone should learn to dance like that -grins- although i fear that it is impossible for me to ever get my hips to MOVE like that [perhaps if i wore the right heels...] and i will never be as thin as the dancers/actresses on screen. -grins- who cares? dancing is the best -it's like flying, it's like being on top of the world...when your partner knows precisely what to lead for the music and you know what your partner wants you to do -- it's the one space in the world where i -want- to be told what to do, i -want- to be led, and i will gladly obey. -grins- that's a rare space, i think my partners take advantage of it! -laughing- the words 'no i can't' don't seem to mean anything to them - salsa for the first time, weird spins -double, triple free spins, unlimited tuck turns...=) now to learn to do them in heels...=)

and it has a fantastic soundtrack -- She's Like The Wind performed by none other than patrick swayze himself, and of COURSE the RJ raindance song, Do You Love Me -grinning- it's fantabulous. perhaps it will be suitable for roadtrip music [i think pakshun might kill me/kill himself -laughing-]

but for now, i am going to retire with my new pile of Anne Carsons, courtesy of Walter who got them out of the Reg for me; and my unfinished Vogue and Library. but i guess i'm not going to get much reading done this weekend. -grins- roll on new york!

Ephemera

performed the blogwalk again yesterday, and found zhen's blog off of shiyao's at swissnikira.com. might switch there too -- i think i like the idea of community blogs, maybe i'll set one up for the wormz. who knows. anyways, zhen had a link to Stuart Hughes's blog: Hughes is a BBC producer who was in iraq, stepped on a land mine and lost his right leg below the knee. been reading his blog, am greatly refreshed by his sense of humour and his -brit-ness-. take a look for yourself. [if jay throws that pen over the cubicle wall it will be WWIII in here -- for the scant half hour left of my work day...]

have been thinking more about the road trip today -boredom/lack of work to do will facilitate that sort of day-dreaming- and have realised that although the idea of driving makes me fairly -ok extremely- nervous, since i haven't been back behind the wheel since our accident in new orleans during spring break, i'm also kind of looking forward to being back behind the wheel. it's like finally checking under the bed or in the closet to make sure there's no bogeyman, like turning on the lights and pulling back the shower curtain to make sure there's no Alien hiding waiting to eat me. i'm looking forward to driving on rural highways in the barely-lit atmosphere of the early morning, heading toward one of my favourite cities in the world to spend a few days with ying. and shop in zara for a fall coat, among other things. let's hope -and continue to hope- that we make it there in one piece, in that nice car of sean's.

in the meantime i will return to my apartment and investigate the contents of my music collection. need to find things that will travel well, not put me to sleep while behind the wheel, and as a bonus, will annoy the fuck out of everyone else in the car at the same time so i won't have to drive as the only awake person [walter has promised to stay awake while i'm driving though]. right now my musical playlist extends to: evanescence, norah jones, and madonna on repeat play. admittedly that would drive me insane after a while, so i think i'll have to find something else to go with. maybe tomorrow after work i'll go to the CD store on the corner of jackson and state that seems to be perpetually on sale/attached to DePaul university, and see if i can't find some stuff that i want to listen to, and won't drive the others crazy/put them to sleep [not necessarily mutually exclusive].

Thursday, September 04, 2003

my copy of september's Vogue arrived in the mail today and it is the size of a small novel. in fact, considering the amt of paper involved, it is the size of a LARGE novel. -grins- fifty percent of it is, as the guys have astutely and repeatedly pointed out, advertising. but oh what gorgeous advertising. how else am i supposed to know that the fall season's chanel suits have -get this- ribbon-ties in the front, along with that cool leather piping i fell in love with on the bebe suits [which i only love because they remind me of chanel], in the same it-material for the fall -tweed. yes i am being girly and silly but man, reading fashion mags always does this to me - turns my brain to mush and makes my taitai/high-maintenance-girlfriend aspirations come to the fore -grins-

tomorrow is my second-last day at the Fed -- friday afternoon i turn in my pass to the Bank. and saturday we're going on The Trip!

correction: chanel's suits this season don't have the leather piping [maybe that was last season]. i'm just making it up in my head because i love the leather piping but i love chanel's suits.



Road Trip

heading to the coast this weekend. was going to work til next week, but got a better offer from walter yesterday -- we are driving to new york for a few days, with boston a possible option, and then spending a day or so in Yale. hopefully i will be able to get in touch with alvin and hang out with him while at yale, we'll see. boston is tempting, but i'm not sure the temptation can compete with spending a few days in my beloved new york with ying, shopping and walking around in central park, eating, that sort of good stuff that always happens in new york. i could spend hours in the Strand alone, forget the rest of new york. and there's zara, always always zara, the only zara in the entire continental united states. wow. =) the plan thus far as follows: leave for new york saturday night, arrive sometime on sunday, stay in new york for a few days til wednesday sometime [with a sidetrack to boston for those so inclined a distinct possibility; i don't think the boys are as enamoured of the shopping potential of new york as i am -i am the token female on this little jaunt, in a car full of boys] whereupon we decamp to yale for an overnight visit, then drive home on thursday to arrive thursday night late/early friday morning back in chicago. just in time for me to put stuff away, clean up the apartment, and prepare to pick alex up at the airport saturday afternoon.

tonight will be spent cooking and eating at walter's dinner party to celebrate his turning a quarter of a century old, and then bedtime -- this old girl needs her sleep, and for some reason i am exhausted today. falling asleep at work, prompting jay to try and steal my rootbeer leftover from our excursion to Oktoberfest with our boss this afternoon for lunch. yay for berghoff's rootbeer/beer and bratwurts [i stick my tongue out at purists who insist on eating their brats with nothing but sauerkraut; i don't like sauerkraut, so i picked mine off, and had my brat american-style --with ketchup and mustard. i've always treated brats like high-class hotdogs anyway] outdoors, even if the temps are starting to drop somewhat...the sun is still shining but it doesn't have the ability to bake upon contact like it did when i started work here four/five weeks ago. =)

in the meantime i continue to contemplate spending massive amounts of money on new books that i won't have time to read but will pretend to be able to anyway -- like dan simmons's Illium, which sounds fabulous, as does the Hyperion trilogy [i know i've seen the title before, and as it turns out, i have -- it's the name of a publishing house too] by the same; trying also to get some Anne Carson out of the Reg - Plainwater and Economy of the Unlost. am still in the thick of reading Library: it's quite quite absorbing [but people give me weird looks on the bus] and makes me realise all over again that i wish i were getting a classical education. -grins- i really am born in the wrong country, in the wrong era. [though perhaps not as much so as gail -waves-]

Guys: your MCP roots are showing, better cover them up or you're never gonna get any...-grinning at ryan and adrian- learn from alvin -who has inexplicably fallen off the face of the earth. alvin! call me/reply to my msg on icq! =)




Tuesday, September 02, 2003

If I Had A Hammer...

i have a new bookshelf courtesy of Ikea's Billy series, Walter's goodnatured shopping for me/carrying the unassembled bookshelf to my apartment, and the combination of my hammer, my screwdriver, and my brute strength [clearly very little of that was required]. yes, i can assemble my own furniture, in fact i assembled almost all of my bedroom with no help from anyone -- the sole exception being the bedframe, because that was such a bitch. it took three of us most of an afternoon, lots of swearing, and the help of an electric screwdriver, but when we were done it was beautiful. Billy, in comparison, took a paltry half hour [it would have taken less if i hadn't screwed something up and had to come up with creative ways to correct my mistake]. so now none of my books have to live on the floor/in the milkcrate that i am in unlawful possession of. -grins- i also reorganised large sections of my closet, which means i need to get a storage box that fits under my bed =) to hold my various huge bags which are now hiding there.

it's raining outside [someone just told me in the lift that it rains one out of three Labour Days] and has been raining for a solid 24 hours. the clouds are currently moving over hyde park, like huge featherbeds or perhaps upside-down sheep, and with luck they will continue westward until they no longer dump their water on us. it's cold. [i have been living in the sweatshirt pilfered from pstan because it keeps the rain off of me.] despite the rain, we went out to breakfast this morning at Toast -- janice called me at seventhirty AM, bright and chirpy, while i'm bleary and confused ['why is my alarm ringing? my alarm doesn't ring...it's the phone! phone! outside...'] to ask if i want to go to the north side for breakfast. so i get my ass in gear, and we trundle up to Toast. we being janice walter amy and i. it was amazing -- the french toast was perfectly done, the eggs benedict made me drool, and the crepes with nutella and nuts were so good i wanted to cry. like eating Rochers, only better, because they're warm, while the rain pours down the windows. the kind of morning that newspapers and coffee were invented for, and the bliss of knowing that you don't have anything to do and anywhere to be. we ate until we were stuffed and then some -- it's seven and i'm still not hungry!

but soon the time will come to return to janice's apartment and have a microwave dinner in front of the TV. we're in a -just chill- mood today.

Monday, September 01, 2003

i have just one thing to say re: my new speakers -- anyone in the market for cheap and excellent speakers, get the Logitech Z-340s, because they will blow your mind. =) my babies are all set up now, i'm blasting Evanescence and revelling in the luxury of a full range of sound from my laptop for the first time in who knows how long, and it is -beyond amazing. they make me so happy -grins-

went on a shopping spree with janice today [yes she is back for a couple of days before taking off to El Salvador for a couple of weeks] to investigate the recently opened Nordstrom's Rack on State [right opposite Fields and Old Navy, two of my favourite stores ever] and of course being sidetracked multiple times along the way. i wound up getting a couple of bottles of lotion from the Rack [mom will be receiving a lavender surprise in a couple of days, courtesy of one courier pigeon, mr vincent], and janice got a pair of cords -- but oh the wonderful stuff it has!!! now i know where to go to get good shampoo -they have Aveda, they have Bumble and Bumble!- and body lotions/bath salts/foot scrubs and oh the SHOES. what can i say. janice and i almost walked out of there with matching knee boots with pointy toes --but janice decided she didn't like the chunky heel, and i decided i didn't need another pair of knee boots, saving us sixty bucks. =) i did however wind up with two new preppy shirts -the horror- from New York and Co, and a bag on discount that is my new cheap doppelganger for the too-expensive Coach denim-and-suede shoulder bag that i refused to buy because -shudder- i don't need it and i can't care for suede in the manner it deserves at this point. so i still have a conscience, and some common sense, when it comes to bags and shoes. thank god. =)

it's been a good weekend thus far -- i guess any weekend in which you can't say you've been home long enough to update your blog is a good weekend -grins- pstan has headed back to the 'burgh for a few weeks, but we had dinner one more time last night, with rachel, which was fun. =) and brunch with janice at Orly's was definitely cool. i like the guy who runs Orly's, who without fail asks me as i come in if i want the 'three gallon bucket of margaritas just like the last time, when you were dancing on the tables' -grins- tomorrow's gonna be a good day to just chill with janice, and read my two Finds for the weeked: a book on libraries [Library by Matthew Battles] picked up at the Sem Co-op [i love that place]; and David Sedaris's Me Talk Pretty One Day, courtesy of Rachel, who is on a Sedaris kick.

it's going to be a quiet week ahead -- back to work and silence on tuesday, no dancing since we're closed for the interim, and alex and eunice are off to vietnam for a week. oh well -- quiet time for me and my books --