Saturday, January 19, 2008

2 Good Things

I received two pieces of very good news today, and both will significantly impact my life here in Boston for the better. What could possibly make my life in Boston better you ask? Well...

1. Beginning on Feb. 1 I will have my very own parking spot. This will be significant because I will be able to drive to the store or stay out past 10pm without worrying about where I will park when I get home. I will also not have to fight for a shoveled out space on the street when it snows, nor will I have to move my car for street cleaning. Read: I won't get towed! This, as you can tell, has made me very happy.

2. I was offered a job as a pastry chef at a cafe here in Boston. I didn't mention the interviews here because I didn't want to get my hopes up and then be let down publicly-but now that I have it, let me tell you...it's going to be great. At first I will only be making cupcakes, brownies and tarts-possible some pies and such too. But now it's more of a trendy coffee shop that sells the occasional pannini sandwich. The owners are going to transition it into a bistro/wine bar soon and neither of them have a culinary degree. Read: I will be their chef/inspiration/idea girl. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that this could be huge. During the interview I pictured myself buying this from them after 10 years when they want to retire...because I will have grown with them, I will already know the in's and out's and I'll hopefully will have made a name for myself. Oh-the dreams...

So, I am off to go get me some lunch, visit with my new employers and then go to a Weird Al party in NH. :)

Have a fantastic Saturday b/c I know I will.




Friday, January 18, 2008

Poor Unfortunate Soul

What's better on a rainy Friday morning (when all you want to do is stay in bed and read) than being sung to? 
 
Every now and then (If there is a parking spot right out front) I stop by a little bagel and coffee shop for an on the go breakfast.  (This is the same coffee shop where I bumped into the end cap and then knocked over someones bike when I first moved here.)  Knowing that I am low on actual in my hand cash I stopped this morning for my fuel because they take debit cards. :)  When I walked in, my sleepy brain registered Disney tunes instantly-and a smile appeared on my face.  The people that work in the mornings here are usually the "creative" type-read: WEIRD.  But that's OK, and it's one reason I like going here in the mornings.  In any case, two "creative" people were working this morning, and it made me smile.
 
As I was waiting for my bagel and coffee, I was entertained by the girl behind the counter belting out "Poor Unfortunate Soul" from the Little Mermaid.  And what's cool is that she had an awesome voice!  It was as if I was in the very same sea as Ursala herself!  And what's even more cool is that while she was singing she was making my food-she didn't stop working to play around.  (That really irks me.)  So basically, what I am saying is that it was a great start to my rainy day morning.  (And also, I have nothing to blog about)
 
**I still can't get to blogs from work.  I surly do hope they get over this blocking fun stuff soon.  I'll come visit later, k?

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Tune In Tokyo: Flashback

It seems to be a trend with me that this week in particular I have trouble blogging-so I looked back in my files and pulled a post from 2006 which I wrote this same week...and it happens to be one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it.



I blame the porn. It's really a shame when a good girl goes bad...


So there I was, shopping away in a well known department store... shoes, sweaters and funky skirts alike dazzling me with every turn.


And then...


I saw a mannequin. And she was naked. And. She had nipples.


And without even thinking about it, as I walked by her, my hand went up and touched one.


And. People saw me. (!)


First of all-when did mannequins acquire nipples? I mean, they don't even have heads for goodness sake, and most of the time...sans appendages. Clearly, these are man made-and by this I do not mean human made-I mean testosterone dripping, nipple making, man made.


Nipples on a mannequin. Craziness.


And to my defense-I touch EVERYTHING. I love texture.


I once made a buzzer go off in the metropolitan museum of Art in NYC because my hand got too close to an exhibit.



Every time I leave the movie theater my hand drags across the corduroy-like walls.


And buttons of every kind are no match for these fingers.


So seeing the eraser sized bumps on a headless stump was pretty inviting. The plastic was smooth and clean, and-who wouldn't want to touch it?


(I'm pretty much the only one, huh? Oh man, that's what I thought.)


When I realized what I did, I almost peed myself laughing. My whole body was shaking with laughter and my eyes were tearing. I went into the dressing room (b/c it was the closest exit away from the couple who saw me do it) and cracked up. I sounded kind of like Donald Duck because I was trying to hold it in. Luckily, I was finally able to gain composure and even managed to buy a pair of pants....


I totally blame the porn. Looks like this good girl's ready to get down with the gangsta's.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Blotter: Part Deux

Guess which part of Boston I'm never going to...

Responding to my post below, I'd like to just say that I've always been intrigued by deviance-so reading the police log is right up my alley...unfortunately, the crime listed in them is also, well, right up my alley.

I'm not going to stop walking, not going to stop exploring-when I know that I'm going to be out late, I (and this might sound silly) wear shoes that aren't too hard to run in and I always have my phone in my hand-even if it's in my pocket. I typically do not talk on the phone while I'm walking and am pretty aware of what's going on around me.

I just know where I'm not going to explore. Ever. :)

Blotter



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I have to tell you-I'm feeling the pressure to tell exciting stories about my life in Boston as I know that you all are enjoying them.  However, sometimes I just stay at home and read and then go to bed.  It's the truth.  Life is not always exciting. 
 
It's very cold here again and all of the parking spots are packed with ice and snow making it hard to get in and out of them.  I've been lucky the last two days in getting a good space that didn't need any shoveling, but this morning I had to *tap* the car behind me a few times to get out.  They parked a little too close and with the snow and ice underneath, it was hard to just inch back slowly.  Those are the times I try to get out of there fast.  Even though I think it's fairly common to get a bumper tapped you never know what kind of crazies there are out there.
 
Speaking of crazies...I've been reading blogs from around my area on a pretty regular basis and one of them reports the police log.  It's fairly funny to me that I feel very safe in my hood even though a block over people are getting stabbed.  The other day 5 people got stabbed (2 in one and then 3 in one).  Also-remember on New Year's Eve when I couldn't sleep so I blogged about my night?  And I mentioned that there were two men in the alley yelling at each other?  Well apparently later that night one of them went to the others apartment and broke the window with a gun to get in!  The weird part for me is that the location of the apartment is exactly on the same street of the apartment I really wanted when I first started looking.  There's even a small chance it was the very same apartment-the address is very close and it was on the first floor.
 
The good news about that incident is that these two men knew each other, and it wasn't just a random act of violence.
 
In other news, there is a peeping Tom around us.  A man was, in two separate incidences, found peering in a first floor apartment window while masturbating.  One of the apartments is two buildings down from me.  The majority of these crimes took place in the early, early morning hours when I am usually asleep in my bed, locked away on the 5th floor in relative safety.
 
Still...I feel safe-though I do feel a little bit better about me saying I didn't want to walk a mile away at midnight in a snow storm alone.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Toosdae ?'s




1. If you could choose any house from a movie or tv show to live in for the rest of your life, which house would you choose and why?


2. You live in a world made entirely out of food and candy. What are the oceans made out of?


3. We're all lining up by height-shortest in the front, tallest in the back-where would you be?


1. I really like cottagy kind of houses where you can sit by a fire or on a porch-so my first pick would be the house in Holiday (is that the name?) with Kate Winslet? I also like the one from Circle of Friends...after it was cleaned up a bit.


2. Without a doubt: Grape Soda.


3. I would be in the back, most likely one of the last girls in the line followed by "short" men and then the hot tall ones.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Tres

On the day of my closing just as I drove through my first toll on the Mass Pike I heard Bon Jovi's Lost Highway for the first time. As these lyrics played:



In my rearview mirror

My life is gettin clearer

he sunset sighs and slowly disappears

These trinkets once were treasure

Life changes like the weather

You grow up, grow old or hit the road ’round here



I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the sun setting. Now, I know that I am a tad bit sentimental and that some people would not even notice the symbolism of that moment...but that's just how I roll.



I have been trying to put together the words to describe how free I feel-how happy about life in general and how at home I feel in Boston. I feel strong and empowered and adventurous and young. And I'm having fun. Every time I sit down to write a poem or a story about how I feel I just can't...perhaps it's too soon, I don't know-but I am happy.



Besides going to group events and meeting new people, I have been hanging out with two girls from first night. I made it sort of a secret goal of mine to make friends with more women than I normally do because I have always tended to have more male friends-not that there's anything wrong with that, but I knew that I would like to have more girls in my life...



In any event, these girls are very fun and open people. Last night we sat for hours at a bar in Cambridge just talking and comparing notes about our lives and our cultures (we're all from different countries). When it was time to go home we all walked to the T together and as we were walking, one girl (I haven't thought of names for them yet) exclaimed, "You girls don't know how long I've waited to meet you!"



That warmed my heart. Remember I told you that historically I am the one who cares more about people than they care about me? Well...hearing someone else say-no, exclaim-that she's been looking for friends like us really made me happy. I know we've only just met, but with most people who are true friends I think it happens like that...of course I could be wrong, but I don't think so...



I do, however, need to set my goals on also meeting some American friends-otherwise in a couple of years I could find myself not having local friends again when their Visa's expire or they choose not to become citizens...but for now, I'm just going to enjoy it. Movie night Friday!!

Manic Monday: Carnival!

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Monday's are MoMoLicious!


This week over at Mo's is a little bit different. Instead of writing a new Manic Monday Post, he asked that we look back through our archives to find our favorite MM from the old days! I actually had a hard time choosing, and therefore, I am doing a bit of a collage...

The first post I really like is partially a poetry post-a little poem just popped into my head when I was talking about moving and I quite like it...incidentally, I feel like I've landed in the right spot...

She circles the earth
with nowhere to land,
and can't seem to understand why.


Yet places and people
she sees down there
she can't seem to just pass by.


She savors the cool,
clear breeze on her face
and lets it wash things away.


And hopes that wherever
she lands for good,
people will want her to stay.


The next one is truly a poetry post-something I wrote after I was put on medicine and realized that it made a huge difference in my life...

Marbles Scatter

*
Marbles scatter in my head
the rolling hardly stops.
Until the tiny pill I take
dissolves and finally drops...
*
Then quiet comes and
I relax and things don't seem so bad...
and I can sit and watch my life-
finally return to glad.
*
The sweetness of the summer sun
and soft winds of my face
I can rejoice in simple things,
no longer lost in space.
*
A gentle kiss, a fiery touch,
the breath a lover takes-
each and every passing hour,
sweet memories does this make.
*
The perfect dish, a well placed laugh
a friendly passerby
All these things were masked to me-
I was always one marble shy...

And this last post is brought to you by the number seven...

It's been 2 years, 7 months and 3 days since he walked out, leaving her soft naked body sleeping peacefully in their small, upper west side apartment. 2 years, 7 months and 3 days.

And 25 minutes.

Not that she was counting. And now he was back, as tan and strong as she remembered, his smile pulling her in-his kiss, making her beg for more. How is it, Sadi wondered, that one kiss could erase her heartache-how his arms were still her haven?

As she lay there, legs entwined with his, naked and devilishly sweaty, she could not find the answers she needed. Instead of allowing her thoughts to run circles around her, Sadi closed her eyes and allowed herself to get drunk on the smell of his skin.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Making the Band

Mimi Queen of Meme's tagged me for this, and I was told that if I knew what was good for me, I'd play along! (She's a really tough queen!) So, without further ado, here it is:
The Band Meme

Here's how it goes. You are about to have your own band's CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter.

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it’s more amusing that way.

My answers:

Band Name: Seguin I of Gascony


Album Name: Supposed to Do Anyway

Album Cover: (I don't have a graphics program-but I think even if I did, I'd keep it plain.)