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The plan is one week of three pages a day, then one week of revision, rinse and repeat. It sounds easy, but I'm not kidding anyone. Wish me luck!
It's pouring outside, and inside too. But I'm not going to think about that right now. Tonight, the plan is to sleep. Tomorrow, the plan is the plan. Then I'll take it from there.
Hugo gave me the best compliment on my new bike the other day. "It's sweet!" he said, "and it looks like you."
Craigslist says to stay away from me! But the internet is lies. We all know that.
Other than the too much internet, there's not much else going on around here. Term papers to write and iron-on letters. Maybe a west coast road trip when I'm done. Oh, and Moby's New York Quiz. At least the questions that I like.
You have to have carried moving boxes and furniture up a 5 story walk-up at least twice.
Check.
You have to have gotten into at least two heated arguments with cab drivers who had no idea where they were going.
Hrm. I mostly ride my bike.
You had to have had a much better idea of where you were going than the cab driver did.
Usually.
You have to have been annoyed at drunk tourists doing drunk touristy things (peeing under scaffolding, puking on your stoop, honking horns at 3 in the morning, etc).
But of course.
You have to have had sex in a public place (central park, the bathroom at max fish, etc).
Hi, mom!
You have to have been stopped by a tourist and asked for directions and given them 2 different correct ways to get where they're going.
Also the camera thing.
You have to have reminisced about something being cheaper when you first moved to nyc (rent, food, crack, etc).
D, all of the above. Plus the chocolate covered graham crackers at Sweet Melissa. You have to pepper your speech with yiddish, even if your a feklemt schvitzing shiksa, already.
Spot the grammatical error.
You have to have been annoyed and not impressed by a bunch of well known actors shooting a movie on your street.
Check.
At some point you have to have been on the 'L' train at a dangerously late hour.
I'm not sure this question means anything anymore.
You have to have gone bowling in one of manhattans 3 bowling alleys.
We tried to get into Bowlmore once but Nora lost her wallet. I've been to the other two.
You have to be able to tell people about what 'the ramble' in central park used to be used for.
Check.
You have to look up every now and then and be surprised that the world trade center isn't there anymore.
Check.
You have to be able to explain what at least some of the letters in 'cbgb & omfug' stand for
Check.
You have to be able to name at least 3 broadways.
Five over here, and I bet I'm missing some.
You have to have gotten lost and then found and then lost and then more lost in chinatown.
I never get lost in Chinatown.
1. The Empire State Tournament of Champions (for arm wrestling, that is) will be held this Thursday at noon in the Port Authority. I sort of want to go.
2. I can't decide if it makes me cool or just old that Urban Outfitters is selling a Stereolab t-shirt I've owned since 1994.
3. Speaking of t-shirts and rock bands and rock bands selling t-shirts, Metal Urbain swung into town this weekend. I swear that the French thing will never wear off. As long they start with an "un deux trois," it's really all I need.
Chocolate-covered graham crackers will be my downfall. That or the internet. My wrists are hurting again.
I remembered one more funny story from vacation, though, so you all get an update. We'd arrived in Siem Reap, bags and all, and were sitting in the van waiting to go to our hotel. The driver hops out and slides the van door closed, except instead of sliding into the lock position, it just slides off. We all look at each other. The driver looks at us. Then he looks at the door, laughs, picks it up, slams it on, and off we go.
Oh. Also. I'm going through a DIY bike accessory phase. Anyone in New York have a sewing machine that I can borrow?
Metal Urbain tomorrow, too.