A few nights ago, a very pleasant aroma that reminded me of vanilla enveloped New York City. The New York Times reports that, "The aroma not only revived memories of childhood, but in a city scared by terrorism, it raised vague worries about an attack deviously cloaked in the smell of grandma's kitchen ( Read more... )

To get money for my guitar, I need a picture of it to prove I owned it. I don't think I have one. Does anyone else?

This is not, however, necessary for the computer or other high priced items I owned that were stolen.

It's been a crazy few days. I'm in Connecticut again.

If I could be paid to obsessively organize things into very specific categories for a living, I think I would live a very satisfying life.

Sometimes my fingers all get shifted over one key to the right and I don't notice until too late and I have a whole sentance that looks like this:

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You don't hear of many people being bedazzled these days. I, quite frankly, am not even sure whether I am capable of being bedazzled.

I've been pouring over reports of people stuck in New Orleans all day. The scope of devastation, the loss of human life, and the conditions of lawlessness and despair that people are living in now are just sickening. In my mind, with our military and our state of modern technology and transportation, I never would have imagined people could stay ( Read more... )

A dimly lit stage, as to indicate nighttime. We find ourselves in a bedroom with a window--things that one could "rumage through" would help to flesh out the scene ( Read more... )

Thought I was going to die in a fiery plane crash; didn't. Got back to apartment, some sonuvabitch broke in, rummaged around a bit (a lot), and stole my stuff. Old professor spreading lies about me. Rachel has a bad day, gets stuck in Paris for three days. I have a bad day, face death, loss of property and security, and have people hate me ( Read more... )

I recently got a job as a "Computer Monitor" for the Department of Fine Arts' computer lab at school. I was not interviewed, my qualifications were not checked, and come to think of it, I was never even given a list of responsibilities. I just signed up and started coming in one day ( Read more... )

Today Amy and I went to Duanne Reade to buy mounting squares and notecards. I was carrying Amy's Micro-Biology textbook titled "The Cell". As I put the book down on the counter to reach for my wallet, I thought about how smart I must look carrying around such a book. As I pulled out my money, the woman behind the counter looked at Amy and said ( Read more... )