My loony bun is fine, Benny Lava!
This is the funniest thing I've seen in a while.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Crazy Indian Video... Buffalaxed!
Friday, January 04, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Back to work today. Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of jetlag are behind me. Seriously, I have no idea what I did for the past five or so days. I have vague recollections of taking a walk with the neighbor, having brunch with Waffles, and doing some chores, but I can't account for most of the time.
Slowly but surely the jetlag is improving such that I can remember whole minutes here and there. Today I had a conference call in which I made what I believe was a compelling argument but I was aware of hoping sincerely that someone was taking notes on what I said because I would never remember it.
Slowly but surely the jetlag is improving such that I can remember whole minutes here and there. Today I had a conference call in which I made what I believe was a compelling argument but I was aware of hoping sincerely that someone was taking notes on what I said because I would never remember it.
Monday, December 31, 2007
2007 was kind of an interesting one, kicking off last Dec. 31 when I called my mom and told her that Sarah and I were breaking up. There was actually shrieking. That was fun. Here's how the year went down:
January: Gradually we break the news of the break-up to our friends. They generally think we are kidding. In a couple trips to NYC I narrow down my neighborhood of choice and vet prospective realtors.
February: We vet prospective realtors on the Oakland end of things in anticipation of selling the house and realize we can't put it on the market without vast amounts of renovation. Thus we begin vetting contractors too.
March: I have surgery on my hand to take care of a bone thing, and we start renovation on the house. On the same day. I get through the demolition with a little help from Percocet.
April: Lies and deception as we string along our realtor about listing the house but secretly hope Sarah and her pal Smelly will be able to buy the place together. It ends up working.
May: I come back to New York and in five days do a marathon of open houses, make an offer, get it accepted and sign the contract.
June: Back in Oakland, Smelly has moved in, Sarah and I both want to get on with our lives, and the house starts to feel very small. I send a plaintive e-mail to Waffles and Sausage Boy in NYC, and two weeks later I'm ensconced in their spare room. Wine flows freely, easing the shock of switching coasts.
July: Still shacking up at Wafflehaus, I begin adjusting to my job in NY, which mysteriously has migrated to Connecticut. The job, not the city. This was so not part of the plan.
August: The real estate stars align, I get co-op board approval and sign the papers. Debt and Manhattan real estate are mine! I move in and immediately take off to spend a weekend geeking out with college friends in Indiana.
September: The month is a marathon of nest-feathering. I test the limits of subway turnstiles upon return from many trips to Home Depot and Bed, Bath and Beyond.
October: More nest-feathering. I throw a party. Some people come.
November: In the span of one month I spend time in Islip, Oregon, Boston, Chicago, and Brussels. I shuffle through my first 5K in the dregs of a hurricane.
December: The entire month was spent either preparing for, recovering from, or being in the midst of the big trip to Asia. Friends humor my jetlag.
I don't think 2008 will be quite as exciting. That would be fine.
January: Gradually we break the news of the break-up to our friends. They generally think we are kidding. In a couple trips to NYC I narrow down my neighborhood of choice and vet prospective realtors.
February: We vet prospective realtors on the Oakland end of things in anticipation of selling the house and realize we can't put it on the market without vast amounts of renovation. Thus we begin vetting contractors too.
March: I have surgery on my hand to take care of a bone thing, and we start renovation on the house. On the same day. I get through the demolition with a little help from Percocet.
April: Lies and deception as we string along our realtor about listing the house but secretly hope Sarah and her pal Smelly will be able to buy the place together. It ends up working.
May: I come back to New York and in five days do a marathon of open houses, make an offer, get it accepted and sign the contract.
June: Back in Oakland, Smelly has moved in, Sarah and I both want to get on with our lives, and the house starts to feel very small. I send a plaintive e-mail to Waffles and Sausage Boy in NYC, and two weeks later I'm ensconced in their spare room. Wine flows freely, easing the shock of switching coasts.
July: Still shacking up at Wafflehaus, I begin adjusting to my job in NY, which mysteriously has migrated to Connecticut. The job, not the city. This was so not part of the plan.
August: The real estate stars align, I get co-op board approval and sign the papers. Debt and Manhattan real estate are mine! I move in and immediately take off to spend a weekend geeking out with college friends in Indiana.
September: The month is a marathon of nest-feathering. I test the limits of subway turnstiles upon return from many trips to Home Depot and Bed, Bath and Beyond.
October: More nest-feathering. I throw a party. Some people come.
November: In the span of one month I spend time in Islip, Oregon, Boston, Chicago, and Brussels. I shuffle through my first 5K in the dregs of a hurricane.
December: The entire month was spent either preparing for, recovering from, or being in the midst of the big trip to Asia. Friends humor my jetlag.
I don't think 2008 will be quite as exciting. That would be fine.
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