No es verdad.

Just finished great book, as in kept me reading when not on subway great book, entitled 'water for elephants'. Which, I will admit, I have seem many a copies toted prior and had unfounded disdain based on. BUT very good book. Brought something to light at the end which made my jaw drop. For real. I wish I knew how to post videos but I don't. sooo here's a link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlPYikt_qvo&feature=player_embedded

I never knew Thomas Edison was such a deutche, although when rationalizing, I realize he also wanted to use his electric to kill people so that's better than just unjust animal cruelity, but I feel like this is a personality trait that was left out of the teachings re: inventor of light bulb (that is what he did, yah?). Apparently no more backing GE.

PS I'm tired and can't spell

Don't Look No Further

Baby, I'm back. I'm here to cater to you. (Anything that you want me to, I'll do it) whhhhhat. US Open brings back high school memories what can I say.

Well working on it.

Magnums of wine are always a good idea- esp on Tuesdays- cause Tuesday was made to party. (errr there goes nostalgia from AOE days- Dollar beers - plspls).

I'm coming back so be wary.....This may not be pretty. I have lots of thoughts/ideas and would like to share them but only when I'm ready. Maybe my slouch is my shell. Who knows. Yes, I would say be prepared (elementary , my dear). This is a threat. And if there is no follow through please pursue with a vengence.

MISSSESANDKISSESXOXO

PS can I hit it in the morning- with a team member? Who's on first for this?

My Match

Hmmm, I think I may have met him this weekend. I was on my way UPstate to my lovely home in order to spend some QT with la familia when I came across a very interesting character. I knew we would be a compatible crew when he got on the train dripping sweat , twelve pack of coors lights in hand. He did not sit down, rather stood opposite my seat, while tapping a silver bullet every 7 minutes. With circa 3 beers left, and my two bloody mary's kicking in, he decided to make conversation with my riding partner and I. He told us we made a cute couple. My seatmate got off at the next stop which left me and Gary (his real name swear) to get to know each other better. Over the course of our conversation (he never sat down mind you), we learned a lot about each other. He told me how great his wife was, and how she put up with his drinking for all these years. He also tried to predict my future, wondering why I wasn't in a relationship and/or in love. As wierd as it sounds, Gary seemed to care only about two things, boozing and love. I was told I would meet the man I am to marry by Christmas. And then I was bought a Bud heavy. I told Gary that I wasn't getting married for 10 years, but if I would be honored for him to make a speech at my wedding, if of course he brought his wife. Funny things happen in upstate new york.

A Parting look at Gary:

Serious and Boozie

Riiiight..soooo...This was written between glipses of Wet Hot American Summer in Hipsterville and bars and my i-phone last nite:

ts all intolerance of everything. This talk of other ppl. Smart people can't stand models and models can't stand smart people. Perhaps
its traits in others we wish we could have but know its impossible.
Blondes can't stand ppl who can't stand blondes. (this reference is not used due to my personal hair color but more because I feel its the most vendettaed (FYI not actually a verb but for sure should be one) hair color out there). Defensiveness, its others against us. Yeah, black ppl dont like ppl who dont like black ppl but everyone else who doesnt like ppl that dont like ppl for any pyschicality, that means a lot, siiiii. Now when it comes to wealth... Is there a difference.
Is it just as bad to not like wealthy ppl as it is to not like a certain race?(PLs notethe following is a personal defense re: not auto backing the wealthy, which in no way means I don't actually like the wealthy. AKA guard up) Its not about wealth in general but more the attitude ive found comes with it. I guess I need to relive my childhood to gather municiple thoughts on this. Basic question being:
do the lower middle class act the same... In their traditions regarding the world that is. Probably, but I have such a ridiculos swell of pride for these guys it probably mars my vision (as all my visions are clearly pure toward all...FYI if you don't know me I can be a sarcastic asshole). I guess I also feel its easier for the wealthy to infiltrate lower classes socially , I mean the way most (insert wikapedia link for hipster here) yeah that's all I mean.
I hate my life. But. I don't, as it turns out, hate it more than I would hate having anyone elses life. Does this make me a depressed or a realist. That's not a question. Oh shit, guess I should leave the bar.....umm x2+proofreading ahhaha

Ps the proofreading made me go back and add a lot of explanation. I used to be told I was smart, but never did well on essays. I guess that means I was smart, but assumed that everyone could fill in the gaps. Accepting maybe. But uncomprehenable and unwilling to explain, sometimes for sure (aka PLs read my mind or, uhoh, I may not accept you?! Haha I big heart jks and life)

Xo

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Women In Love introducing Mr.DH Lawrence

Not only did I read the book, but I also got the netflix. Granted it took me over a month to watch the whole thing and return, but still I thought these were positive steps in the classic literary direction. To my shock (although defo not dismay), the movie was actually quite good, even if I had not breifed myself by reading the book. I would def. not have gotten as much out of the simple veiwing, but still think it's worth it. There is a naked fight scene that borders, if not surpasses, the awesomeness of Eastern Promises. Plus it gets really creepy in spots and makes you feel funny like only a 1960's British Movie can. Lets just say those kids sure know how to get naked.

Beyond the physical, there is a real story to be told, a feel of the times. Britain is at and/or around the first world war (okay sometimes I'm bad with dates, history, policitcs, etc...) but the narrative attacks the time period on a more personal level. Through two relationships the reader sees the way the country is changing, by way the narrowing gap between rich and poor, the feelings of the working class and even whats going on in the arts scene. These issues fall into the background as the two love stories unfurl. The love stories could not be more different, yet the subject of each is a Brangwen sister. One of the love stories is of a fast, unpassionate but which the label 'love' is actually branded. The other consists of a man who wants to obtain something deeper, higher, more spiritual than just love and at first does not want to submit to the earthly sense of the word. This love develops into, as you can imagine, a much more loving love. (did I just say loving love what does that even mean).

Anyways, this book, movie et al sent me into what I like to call 'think mode'. (don't worry or get scared it doesn't happen all too often). Thing is I have a short term memory problem and can't seem to remember what it made me think about. But I know it made me ponder our exsistence on the planet and what we should be looking to accomplish in life- is it love, money, doing better for other people? I also know that the couple that ended up together were so in love and happy it made me hurt a little. Imagine if one of these two lost their other half , I feel like the whole world of the remaining would be turned upside down and perhaps not worth living (Romeo and Juliet anyone?). I want everyone I know to be happy, and these people certainly were happy, but I sometimes I also think that girl, you need to diversify. Hedge those bets you know. Futures and Options, that's my business anyways....

April you Fool

long time eh. for a little bit there my job and my life took over from my constant internet attentiveness, which is shocking really. I don't think I've even been on facebook in like a week (okay for like more than 2.4 minutes at a time but you get my drift). It's good though, I wish the weather would stick. A few weeks ago, S and I were lollygagging through parks petting poodles, last week I couldn't leave my mom's house for fear of frostbite and this weekend...well this weekend I couldn't tell you what the weather was like except it was so windy on Sat nite I got blown to the ground and hurt my ankle. After that I was cold due to the ice stuck I made myself hold desperatly to my foot at the bar. Ah, life. My detox week started appropriately with port and chocolate cake at a steak house, I can only wonder how it will ever end. I've also started reading a V. trashy book, so trashy I am embarrassed to share the title, although there is champange and a straw on the cover so really you can't get much better than that. Oh yeah and No Country for Old Men. I back. Like for sure. I think that pretty much sums up the month of March- April you better watch out...I'm coming for you....

hero(s)

People have hero's. I know this is true because at summer camp one of the great getting to know you ice-breakers is to sit in a circle and one by one describe your hero, with of course, proper explanation. The possibilities of response are clearly endless. One little camper may describe their fish from the fair that lasted a whole five days, your CIT may cite their least drug-fearing friend and who knows what those junior boys do...probably dirt. ANYWAYS. After sitting through about eigthteen too many of these situations, I have figured out who my true hero is. My Gram, duh:
Anyone who has been lucky enough to meet her- count your blessings, and for those of you who haven't, keep those fingers crossed. For, she is one awesome lady. Her parents came off the boat, making her first generation Italian. Her father ran a butcher shop (thank god I wasn't around then). She was one of the first ladies to go to college via nite school. She is still a liscenced real estate agent. She fell in love with my grandfather at age 21 and never looked back. Oh yeah and she's one hell of a chef. Sure, I'm sure she's had some tough times but she is one of the most postive people I know. Grams, I've got your back - you're one awesome chick.