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Basically, we're five years old
Last night Alan and I met up in my neighborhood; we were headed toward the Upper East Side for poker night with some friends of his, and he wanted to buy a set of chips from the Target at Atlantic Center. Having gotten a very handsome set indeed in a nice little silver briefcase, we then proceeded into the subway to wait for a Manhattan-bound 4 ( Read more... ) -
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Ladies and gentlemen, in the video link above, I give you Rochester's Clock of Nations. Formerly the centerpiece of Midtown Plaza, it now graces the city's airport, where I had a chance to film it in action as I waited for a delayed flight. A fascinating piece of public art, inspired by the Disney "It's a Small World" ride, and run entirely by old- ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I forget to charge my cell phone. Sometimes I don't realize this until much later. Today, this was the result:
"Hi Katie, this is [name] from Columbia University. I have some good news for you..."
That's as far as I got. That's as far as I needed to get.
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For the grandkids
I heard the whooping and music increase, and I ran to the window ( Read more... ) -
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I'm in Alan's neighborhood, which is predominantly black. There's screaming and laughter and drumming and car horns in the streets. There is so much joy tonight.
Fuck yes, America. -
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I had a party and people came to it and had fun! And ate cupcakes! If you had told the young Katie-child, perhaps around the age of 13, that to celebrate turning 25 she would eat cupcakes and dress in costume and debate the merits of My Little Ponies amongst a crowd of similarly-disported friends, the young girleen would have been, perhaps, ( Read more... ) -
ENOUGH WITH YOUR GODDAMN PANCAKES.
I don't often throw up an entry just for the sake of linking to something, but today's XKCD is too much the best thing ever not to. I wonder where my copy of House of Leaves is... I'm due for a reread. I wonder which IHOP in Rochester he's referring to, as well. My money's on the one in Henrietta.
And a deliriously happy birthday to my dear Joanna -
The roommates and I needed a couple bottles of wine to get through the RNC.
What's the difference between an inexperienced, nasal-voiced, small-minded, patronizing, horrifying little woman with a cutesy narrative, absolutely nothing to say about policy, and a willingness to ride the idea that she should be lauded as a feminist role model simply for existing; and a vice presidential candidate ( Read more... ) -
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Quickly: No net access at home, drowning in too much work the last few weeks, and somehow managing to have this strange thing called a social life. I know, right? I am at the boy's now and he made food and stuff, so I should go eat it and hang out or whatever. But I just wanted to reassure you all that I am alive, and I owe many of you emails ( ( Read more... )
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