the lack of blog posts over the past week is proof that i did not go to the office. it’s been fairly delightful. i’ve slept massive amounts, watched horrible TV, ate too much food, and have rarely left the apartment. wake up at 9. eat cereal, play super mario galaxy and then take a nap at 11. tis the season to be slothful.
christmas itself was stressful, due to an ongoing parental situation that’s best described by amy winehouse, except it’s daddy himself that’s the issue. not fun but i’m determined not going to let it ruin everything. time with other familial units helped mitigate the stress. so did a lot of naps.
yesterday i had fabulous unexpected QT with cousin kate. we saw persepolis. it was fun & heavy. if you plan to read the books, definitely do that first.
today i saw juno. it was cute. a little precious … indie emo overload, but i loved it no less. the main character is a mini janeane garofalo and the soundtrack sounds like a mixed CD i made 6 months ago. plus it’s got michael cera being a sweet little weenie boy. how can you beat that?
People who take their time with things are probably in the minority in most of the world today. We live in a time when speed and productivity are valued above almost anything else. Therefore, people who flow at a slower pace are out of sync with the world and are often pestered and prodded to go faster and do more. This can be not only frustrating but also counterproductive because the stress of being pushed to move faster than one is able to move actually slows progress. On the other hand, if a person’s style is honored and supported, they will find their way in their own time and, just like the tortoise, they might just beat the speedier, more easily distracted person to the finish line.
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i am tired and bloated and lacking the juice to do a thoughtful post.
also i can’t get myself out of bed and away from super mario galaxy.
in the meantime i give you this, my chonkalicious nephew doing what he does best: being happy and devastatingly cute.
while i did love john’s “daniel craig on a plate in 2008,” i think we’ll go with phyll’s brill invention, which she unveiled at last night’s chick dinner Festivus-tivities at ilili, where they treated us like the royalty we are. the mantra was accompanied by a personalized gift for each one of us. ah, how i love being this age in this place with these pals. babes in toyland, each of us.
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yesterday i got caught in an emergency drill whilst buying myself a yogurt in our ghetto cafeteria on the 20th floor (there are 36 floors in my building). it’s always annoying to have to leave the office for such drills, especially when we’re busy, but after experiencing 9/11 and the blackout while working in a very tall iconic Manhattan building, i’ve learned to suck it up and even listen to the ex-firemen running the drills every 1 out of 4 times.
not only do these guys impart info that could conceivably save lives down the line, but they often offer the added benefit being funny. yesterday the guy delivered an impassioned message to the ladies about how heels and flip flops are not good shoes to escape in.
my favorite part about this particular drill was the handout, though. it has illustrations of the bedlam that will ensue during different types of non-fire emergencies (chemical release, blackout, natural disaster, biological, and nuclear).
by the way i will be evacuating the premises today to attend to a few last-minute shopping emergencies. despite my earlier shit talking, there’s still a bit left to do …