part: never again =(

kurt's handy work

i could tell from the minute i woke up it was gonna be a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely day

part: 3

empty rooooooom!

now, this is just depressing:

my thoughts on packing

i do not loves it.

lazy saturday

part: 2

bitch! you stole my spot and my husband! you'll pay.

found on my car in the wholefoods parking lot:

riding dirty?

and here, dear reader, i depict for you: my ride to work, in picture form.


(to your right, you'll note the local jewish community center. straight ahead: hope high school.)


(oh, thayer street. you are so empty early in the am, when all the hipsters are still deeply involved in their eyeliner-clad REM cycles.)


(here, we are passing by bagel gourmet ole, coming upon east side pockets [not bad, but sub-par when you're used to international], and soon there after, shanghai, the site of many a kurt-visit-dinner)


(while we wait for this red light, i'd like to take the opportunity to introduce our copilots: buddha and bonkers. oh, excuse me, bonkers! should we give you some privacy while you do your business? ...ok.)


(on your left, you will find us passing by...oh, just some large brick building that's a part of brown. where i work. i work at brown. [this is very likely the admissions building, but don't quote me!])


(gasp! is that a real city building i see, off in the distance? stay tuned, we are fast approaching my favorite view of providence [something that, admittedly, changes QUITE frequently])


(almost there!)


(well, well! what have we, here? a real city? almost!)

ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the photo-tour of my drive to work...yes, i still have to drive about a mile, but that, we'll save for another time. hope you enjoyed your time with us! don't forget to tip the driver.

so, cioppa and i went on an adventure of the furniture moving kind...turns out, my car (yonkers) does have seats that move down, however, there exists a barrier between where the seats rest, and where the trunk beings. after probably at least a 20 minute wrestling match with a potential dining room table, fully equipped with folding leaves (this comes into play, i promise), turning it every which way and nearly crying over our lack in ability to force it into my car, we gave up and decided to put it back on the sidewalk where we found it and go home.

once getting it out of the car, holding the blasted table upside down, one of the hateful leaves fell open, and pinched the shit out of my hand, resulting in this:



and this:



all healed now, but still. ouch.

part: 1

it seems such a waste of time, if that's what it's all about

oh, huh, so you didn't know that story?

so, i was driving home from work yesterday; it was beautiful out, sunny, perfect temperature, nothing to complain about. when i got onto brook street from waterman, someone pulled in front of me. no big, that's cool, it's a nice day, i can let stuff like that go. then i spied the offending volvo's bumper sticker:



are you serious? now, to answer your burning question: no, i am not catholic. but i find this sentiment deeply offensive. first of all, i'm sorry, who are you to tell me what i can and cannot be? neither of those beliefs are mutually exclusive, last time i checked. you can be a catholic and a Satan worshiper, so long as nobody from either group finds out, don't you think? (i know this is an argument that possibly just barely holds water, but come on. funny idea, at least, right?)

as a woman and a liberal (though not terribly political, but at least fairly outspoken on what i believe to be right), i have such a problem with the term "pro-abortion." does that movement actually exist? (edit: evidently there was/is a "pro-abortion" movement in existence, but, to the best of my understanding, it was pushing the existence of abortion clinics in places where there weren't any. there are also websites out there claiming that "pro-abortion is pro-life; anti-abortion is anti-life," but i haven't really looked into that one.) pro-lifers are certainly justified in having their ideals as they may, but i think most lack the understanding that "pro-choice" doesn't mean "pro-abortion." it is, as a matter of fact, easy to be "pro-choice" and "anti-abortion." "pro-choice" refers only to there BEING a choice, there. and i'd like to point out, too, that if the choice wasn't there in safe, medical facilities, there is a VERY good chance that abortions would still happen (gasp!), just not in a sanitary environment, preformed by trained professionals.

i'm not saying "abortions for everybody!" by any means. i am saying, shut your trap already. as a pro-choicer who feels pretty anit-abortion, i can tell you straight up: you have NO idea what your first instincts would be if you found out you/your girlfriend/daughter/whoever were pregnant. no idea at all.

/rant

as a final note, i challenge anybody to use the words "pro-abortion" more than five times without ending up thinking it's a pretty funny sounding term and/or sounds like it should be a term used to describe something in the legal profession.

new book!

rainy day

today is a gavin castleton day.

this = the worst kind of depressing rainy days.