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Sunday, December 5, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Day 25
We're on Day 25 and I've really got nothing here. Sure, there's plenty going on, and I have to work later and let's not even talk about the bathroom floor. But I'm tired and I don't want to talk about it and I'm at the library because I couldn't do the Christmas music today, I really couldn't, and it was everywhere, literally everywhere, every coffee shop, everywhere with internet, so I had to come over here to get some peace and fucking quiet and internet.
FUCK, it sucks not having internet at home. Of COURSE it had to cut out a week after I literally committed to being on the internet at least once a day for an entire fucking month. Of course of course of course, blah blah blah. I'm really wishing I had made it a bet instead of just accepting the challenge like a dumbass. I really wish I was better at thinking things through. I'm pretty sure I've already said that here before. Oh well.
On a different subject entirely. I noticed something kind of interesting today. The battery in my camera is almost completely drained, which usually wouldn't be all that interesting. The battery in my camera drains all the time, especially when my boyfriend has his shirt off. What's interesting about it is that the battery is drained because I haven't used it. At all. I've had my camera out maybe twice in the past two weeks.
That's odd. That's not like me. Usually my battery drains once a week from overuse. Lately I've been completely uninspired. I feel like I should do something about that. What exactly? Fuck. Who knows. I wish recharging my inspiration were as easy as plugging in my battery.
FUCK, it sucks not having internet at home. Of COURSE it had to cut out a week after I literally committed to being on the internet at least once a day for an entire fucking month. Of course of course of course, blah blah blah. I'm really wishing I had made it a bet instead of just accepting the challenge like a dumbass. I really wish I was better at thinking things through. I'm pretty sure I've already said that here before. Oh well.
On a different subject entirely. I noticed something kind of interesting today. The battery in my camera is almost completely drained, which usually wouldn't be all that interesting. The battery in my camera drains all the time, especially when my boyfriend has his shirt off. What's interesting about it is that the battery is drained because I haven't used it. At all. I've had my camera out maybe twice in the past two weeks.
That's odd. That's not like me. Usually my battery drains once a week from overuse. Lately I've been completely uninspired. I feel like I should do something about that. What exactly? Fuck. Who knows. I wish recharging my inspiration were as easy as plugging in my battery.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Shadow Shot Sunday
Brooklyn, New York
at dba after the Saints game last week
dba is the best place to watch a Saints game around here. Bar None is too intense, East Village Tavern is too disconnected. dba is like home, especially when Simon is there with his Tchoup Shop, can you say crawfish macque choux, seafood gumbo and short-rib pies? Best bar food ever. Simon and Jack were sitting next to me on the plane back to NY when I went to New Orleans for Halloween, but I was too whacked out on Valium to hold a coherent conversation. We exchanged Halloween stories and I passed out, that was pretty much the extent of our interaction until we landed.
I took this photo out back smoking and drinking with the boys after the game. It was an easy win, a boring game, and we had already moved on to plotting world domination...
dba is one of my favorite bars on the planet. I spent way too much time and money at their Frenchmen St. location when I lived in New Orleans. They have live music every night down there. My friend Julia works the door and has saved me a small fortune in cover charges over the past couple of years.
I left a ridiculously expensive pair of sunglasses at the bar after I took that picture that night. My mission to retrieve them was quite the emotional roller coaster. When I called the next day I was shocked and thrilled to hear that they had them. Then the L train fucked me and I couldn't make it down. I called back and they promised to hold them until the following day. I made it down, ordered a drink and waited for the bartender to go look for them. After looking everywhere, she couldn't find them. Shit.
So I ordered another drink while she texted the bartenders from the previous evening to ask where they had left them. As I finished my drink she came over to say, "Sorry, they said they were by the cash register, but I don't see them. I've looked EVERYWHERE, even the office. Maybe the clean up people took them, I don't know..." Shit. Depressing.
So, I ordered another drink to help with the train ride home. And the barback started chatting me up. I told him the tale and he said, "Oh man. That sucks. Whattaya gonna do though, huh?"
No shit. Whattaya gonna do? As we continued to chat and I finished my drink, the bartender came over. She said, "Hey, give me your phone number, just in case we find them somewhere." And the barback said, "Where were they supposed to be?" And she said, "By the register" and he went to look and found them in about two seconds.
dba. Best. Bar. Ever.
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at dba after the Saints game last week
dba is the best place to watch a Saints game around here. Bar None is too intense, East Village Tavern is too disconnected. dba is like home, especially when Simon is there with his Tchoup Shop, can you say crawfish macque choux, seafood gumbo and short-rib pies? Best bar food ever. Simon and Jack were sitting next to me on the plane back to NY when I went to New Orleans for Halloween, but I was too whacked out on Valium to hold a coherent conversation. We exchanged Halloween stories and I passed out, that was pretty much the extent of our interaction until we landed.
I took this photo out back smoking and drinking with the boys after the game. It was an easy win, a boring game, and we had already moved on to plotting world domination...
dba is one of my favorite bars on the planet. I spent way too much time and money at their Frenchmen St. location when I lived in New Orleans. They have live music every night down there. My friend Julia works the door and has saved me a small fortune in cover charges over the past couple of years.
I left a ridiculously expensive pair of sunglasses at the bar after I took that picture that night. My mission to retrieve them was quite the emotional roller coaster. When I called the next day I was shocked and thrilled to hear that they had them. Then the L train fucked me and I couldn't make it down. I called back and they promised to hold them until the following day. I made it down, ordered a drink and waited for the bartender to go look for them. After looking everywhere, she couldn't find them. Shit.
So I ordered another drink while she texted the bartenders from the previous evening to ask where they had left them. As I finished my drink she came over to say, "Sorry, they said they were by the cash register, but I don't see them. I've looked EVERYWHERE, even the office. Maybe the clean up people took them, I don't know..." Shit. Depressing.
So, I ordered another drink to help with the train ride home. And the barback started chatting me up. I told him the tale and he said, "Oh man. That sucks. Whattaya gonna do though, huh?"
No shit. Whattaya gonna do? As we continued to chat and I finished my drink, the bartender came over. She said, "Hey, give me your phone number, just in case we find them somewhere." And the barback said, "Where were they supposed to be?" And she said, "By the register" and he went to look and found them in about two seconds.
dba. Best. Bar. Ever.
vist Shadow Shot Sunday here.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Shadow Shot Sunday
New York, NY
At the deli down the street from work
Because I like to make up rules as I go along, I've decided that regarding my current challenge, (see previous post here) photos count as long as I write something to accompany the photo.
So I took this photo after work the other night. To be honest, I can't even tell you the name of the place. I just stop in from time to time because it's open late and it's on the way to the train and they have good paninis and snacks and I can sit in the window and stare outside and people watch and wonder how long it's going to take to get home. My kitchen is still somewhat dysfunctional, so I don't cook at home too much right now, and who needs to anyway in NY, what with all this great food everywhere. The guys who work here have heard the whole story about my kitchen. They're always trying to get me to take something home for breakfast the next morning, but I can't find it in my heart to tell them that I'm cheating on them in the mornings with the deli on my corner, where the guys can tell how much I've had to drink the night before by what I choose for a morning beverage. Ginger ale for a hangover. Fresh squeezed orange juice when I'm healthy...
http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/
At the deli down the street from work
Because I like to make up rules as I go along, I've decided that regarding my current challenge, (see previous post here) photos count as long as I write something to accompany the photo.
So I took this photo after work the other night. To be honest, I can't even tell you the name of the place. I just stop in from time to time because it's open late and it's on the way to the train and they have good paninis and snacks and I can sit in the window and stare outside and people watch and wonder how long it's going to take to get home. My kitchen is still somewhat dysfunctional, so I don't cook at home too much right now, and who needs to anyway in NY, what with all this great food everywhere. The guys who work here have heard the whole story about my kitchen. They're always trying to get me to take something home for breakfast the next morning, but I can't find it in my heart to tell them that I'm cheating on them in the mornings with the deli on my corner, where the guys can tell how much I've had to drink the night before by what I choose for a morning beverage. Ginger ale for a hangover. Fresh squeezed orange juice when I'm healthy...
http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/
Thursday, October 14, 2010
For those who are curious...
...and apparently some of you are, the photo in my previous post was taken looking down the stairwell in my building from the sixth floor, which is the floor I live on. Good thing I've got an elevator!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Shadow Shot Sunday
Brooklyn, New York
Coney Island
Jenn Farmer on the Wonder Wheel
Jenn was in town visiting from San Francisco a couple of weeks ago. I was so happy to have her here. She herself is an extremely talented artist and photographer. She's trying to convince me to let her paint a mural on my walls. Actually, it didn't take much convincing. I was like, when can you come back? Check out her work here: http://jennfarmer.org/ Shamelessly promoting my friend, I know. What can I say? She deserves it.
Coney Island
Jenn Farmer on the Wonder Wheel
Jenn was in town visiting from San Francisco a couple of weeks ago. I was so happy to have her here. She herself is an extremely talented artist and photographer. She's trying to convince me to let her paint a mural on my walls. Actually, it didn't take much convincing. I was like, when can you come back? Check out her work here: http://jennfarmer.org/ Shamelessly promoting my friend, I know. What can I say? She deserves it.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Unexpected
New York, NY
JFK International Airport
Last Friday I threw on a dress and got all gussied up at nine in the morning to go meet Sweetheart at the airport. We met up at the terminal and headed back to the train. As we were coming down the steps, he looked out the window and said, "Hey, look at that. I thought you said there was no nature out here?"
Hmm. Guess I was wrong.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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