Author: Laren

  • Introspection and shit

    It has been a spectacular week. One of those weeks when you sit and wonder who the fuck fell asleep in the control room. So now what. It’s time for a major life shift. I can feel it, in the same way I could feel the hint of the nippy fall air when I woke up this morning.

    It’s time for a rededication — to take care of myself physically and emotionally, to reach out to all of my friends, to be the positive person I know I can be.

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    (have I made you barf yet?)

    Sounds very self-help/pop-psychology 101, I know, but it’s true. Time to stop feeling sorry for myself, get out there, and live my crazy, fucked up life, enjoying every minute of it.

    Amen.

  • And don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out!

    The lost post. Following the advice of a friend, I took this post down, but I wanted to leave the title to mark its place and for posterity’s sake . . .

  • Seeking Advice

    I am a junkie.

    I will admit it. I am addicted to reading advice columns. What is it about reading advice columns that I enjoy, you may ask. Well, I had never really thought about it until this very moment. Perhaps it’s the kinship — oh, I’ve been in a situation just like that; perhaps it’s the curiosity — what kinds of life problems are others facing?; perhaps it’s the problem solving aspect — now, how would I answer that? Or, most likely, it’s a little word I learned courtesy of the folks at Avenue Qschadenfreude.

    Schadenfreuden. Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others.

    I read and have read many advice columns in my day. The first guilty pleasure that I started reading on a regular basis was Dear Mr. Blue, by Garrison Keillor, on Salon. Now, he’s a well-respected guy, right? That’s “acceptable” reading material, right? Unfortunately, the rest of my fixes aren’t so “acceptable.” They include Get Naked, from Time Out New York, and the Em and Lo Down, from Nerve. I read those, of course, for the pure entertainment value.

    Advice columns can provide a great service to society. Take, for example, Go Ask Alice, a site that was originally designed to offer advice to Columbia students, but has since expanded to answer questions from folks well beyond the confines of Columbia’s campus.

    Today’s advice included my usual, Since You Asked (which took the place of Dear Mr. Blue), and a great column from The Morning News, which made me laugh (well, more like cackle or chortle) out loud. Not so great at work.

    Need advice? Send me your questions and I will impart my great wisdom upon you.

  • Seeking Advice

    I am a junkie.

    I will admit it. I am addicted to reading advice columns. What is it about reading advice columns that I enjoy, you may ask. Well, I had never really thought about it until this very moment. Perhaps it’s the kinship — oh, I’ve been in a situation just like that; perhaps it’s the curiosity — what kinds of life problems are others facing?; perhaps it’s the problem solving aspect — now, how would I answer that? Or, most likely, it’s a little word I learned courtesy of the folks at Avenue Qschadenfreude.

    Schadenfreuden. Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others.

    I read and have read many advice columns in my day. The first guilty pleasure that I started reading on a regular basis was Dear Mr. Blue, by Garrison Keillor, on Salon. Now, he’s a well-respected guy, right? That’s “acceptable” reading material, right? Unfortunately, the rest of my fixes aren’t so “acceptable.” They include Get Naked, from Time Out New York, and the Em and Lo Down, from Nerve. I read those, of course, for the pure entertainment value.

    Advice columns can provide a great service to society. Take, for example, Go Ask Alice, a site that was originally designed to offer advice to Columbia students, but has since expanded to answer questions from folks well beyond the confines of Columbia’s campus.

    Today’s advice included my usual, Since You Asked (which took the place of Dear Mr. Blue), and a great column from The Morning News, which made me laugh (well, more like cackle or chortle) out loud. Not so great at work.

    Need advice? Send me your questions and I will impart my great wisdom upon you.

  • Food, glorious food

    Yesterday was a fantastic food day. I slept late (always good for a Sunday), then brought my neighbor, Glenn, and his friend Clancy to HSF for dim sum. Every time I go to dim sum, I wonder why I don’t go more often. We had the crab, which I had the last time I went — it’s my absolute favorite thing there. It’s sauteed in a ginger-based sauce with scallions, and is a complete mess to eat. What more could you ask for? We also had salt-baked shrimp, roast pork buns, a smoky and sticky variety of fried rice, roast duck, shrimp rolls, and variety of dumplings — shrimp dumplings, seafood dumplings, and pork dumplings, each in a different type of wrapper. Amazing. For the first time, I left without feeling completely stuffed.

    Our next adventure involved wandering through the Feast of San Genarro. It’s absolutely mind-boggling to me that even after our dim sum feast, all of the gluttony that is San Genarro still managed to make my mouth water. I settled on a lemon ice, which I shared with the boys.

    Next and final food stop of the afternoon was the Bespeckled Trout, an old-fashioned soda shop in the West Village. Glenn and Clancy got milkshakes, but I could only make room for an egg cream. I’ve been thinking about getting seltzer so I can make egg creams at home — is it kosher to make egg creams with anything other than Fox’s U-Bet syrup? Hmmm . . .


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  • Food, glorious food

    Yesterday was a fantastic food day. I slept late (always good for a Sunday), then brought my neighbor, Glenn, and his friend Clancy to HSF for dim sum. Every time I go to dim sum, I wonder why I don’t go more often. We had the crab, which I had the last time I went — it’s my absolute favorite thing there. It’s sauteed in a ginger-based sauce with scallions, and is a complete mess to eat. What more could you ask for? We also had salt-baked shrimp, roast pork buns, a smoky and sticky variety of fried rice, roast duck, shrimp rolls, and variety of dumplings — shrimp dumplings, seafood dumplings, and pork dumplings, each in a different type of wrapper. Amazing. For the first time, I left without feeling completely stuffed.

    Our next adventure involved wandering through the Feast of San Genarro. It’s absolutely mind-boggling to me that even after our dim sum feast, all of the gluttony that is San Genarro still managed to make my mouth water. I settled on a lemon ice, which I shared with the boys.

    Next and final food stop of the afternoon was the Bespeckled Trout, an old-fashioned soda shop in the West Village. Glenn and Clancy got milkshakes, but I could only make room for an egg cream. I’ve been thinking about getting seltzer so I can make egg creams at home — is it kosher to make egg creams with anything other than Fox’s U-Bet syrup? Hmmm . . .


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  • Exposed!

    The other day I told my brother and sister about my weblog. They’re 22-year-old twins, both living in New England. My sister has recently graduated from college and is working at the moment at an apple orchard, and my brother is finishing his last year in college. They’re both very smart, energetic, athletic, and outdoorsy. Neither one of them knew what a weblog is, or could understand why on earth anyone would want one. Well — hopefully they’ll a) enjoy it anyway, b) not tell my parents about it, and c) not disown me. At least I’m only their half-sister.

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    I told a few other friends about it as well. Maybe I’ll start to get comments . . .

  • Exposed!

    The other day I told my brother and sister about my weblog. They’re 22-year-old twins, both living in New England. My sister has recently graduated from college and is working at the moment at an apple orchard, and my brother is finishing his last year in college. They’re both very smart, energetic, athletic, and outdoorsy. Neither one of them knew what a weblog is, or could understand why on earth anyone would want one. Well — hopefully they’ll a) enjoy it anyway, b) not tell my parents about it, and c) not disown me. At least I’m only their half-sister.

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    I told a few other friends about it as well. Maybe I’ll start to get comments . . .

  • A glimpse into the future?

    The Onion | America’s Finest News Source

    45-Year-Old Fails To Make Someone
    Very Happy One Day
    NEW MEADOWS, ID In spite of predictions to the contrary, Larry Naering, a 45-year-old research scientist, has failed to make someone very happy one day, his mother Nancy reported Monday. “He’s always been such a handsome, responsible boy,” said Nancy, who used to look forward to having grandchildren. “I always told him that some girl was going to discover a real hidden treasure if she took the time to look at him. I guess I was wrong.” Nancy said her son’s chances of finding that one-in-a-million love have dwindled to one in 50 billion.

  • A glimpse into the future?

    The Onion | America’s Finest News Source

    45-Year-Old Fails To Make Someone
    Very Happy One Day
    NEW MEADOWS, ID In spite of predictions to the contrary, Larry Naering, a 45-year-old research scientist, has failed to make someone very happy one day, his mother Nancy reported Monday. “He’s always been such a handsome, responsible boy,” said Nancy, who used to look forward to having grandchildren. “I always told him that some girl was going to discover a real hidden treasure if she took the time to look at him. I guess I was wrong.” Nancy said her son’s chances of finding that one-in-a-million love have dwindled to one in 50 billion.