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It’s funny because it’s true.
Category: Life
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Too Busy
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Blasts from the Past
This weekend was all about catching up with old friends — Friday night I had dinner with law school classmates (and some of their respective spouses) and Saturday night I hung out with high school friends. After dinner on Saturday we came back to my apartment to play a rousing game of Asshole (which I hadn’t played since college) while listening to one of my taped mixes from 1986 — the kind I taped off the radio (WLIR, of course).
I also spent a great deal of the weekend purging some of the crap lying around my apartment in preparation for the cleaning service I’ve got scheduled to come tomorrow — I can’t wait!
Finally, I visited the new Trader Joe’s in Union Square. It was still a bit too crowded for my taste, and the selection was somewhat odd, but the prices were very appealing — I’m sure I’ll be back.
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From 700 to Zero
in . . . oh, about a week. I’m using 43 Folders Inbox Zero series on how to keep your inbox empty. Given that for the past five years I have used my email inbox at work as a giant repository rather than a useful tool, this is a huge step for me. Since I started my new job, I have been much, much better about keeping the inbox count fairly low (thanks to GTD techniques, to some degree), but after I returned from DC, the inbox was bursting at the seams at over 700 messages. I’m down to about 130 as of today, but aim to have it empty before I head down south next weekend. Wish me luck!
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Three Little Words
The good news: someone told me that he loved me today.
The bad news: it was some sketchy dude hanging out on 44th Street.In other news, a family friend visited last night and I was reminded of how much I like La Nacional; this time, I got to taste the paella, which was so good that I kept scraping the pan to get all the crunchy bits at the bottom (I know this has a name, but I can’t remember it — can anyone help me out?).
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One . . . Two . . . Three . . .
Wheeeee!
As I was walking up to Union Square yesterday, thoroughly enjoying a healthy dose of early springtime, I spotted two people with a little girl between them, around 2 or 3 years old. They counted out loud, "one, two, three," and then with a "wheee" lifted her up off the ground by her hands. It made me realize how some things like that, little simple pleasures, just keep getting passed down from generation to generation. I remember doing this as a little girl, and hope that someday, I can reach down to my little girl (or boy) and that my husband (future husband, that is, whomever he may be) and I can lift her off the ground with a "wheee" and be rewarded with peals of laughter.
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Whirlwind
Sorry for the dead air around here — I’ve just been very busy. Will fill in the details later, but highlights include:
- playing flip cup,
- Dinosaur BBQ,
- the Oscars,
- a new trainer,
- an organic meal at Scottadito,
- and a meat overload with the Gothamist team
And now, a few days of vegetarian detox are in order.
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You Know Your Hotel is Swanky When
The hotel room is not only bigger than your apartment, but on top of the swanky robe, slippers, chocolates on the pillow, the featherbed, wifi, and the orchid in the bathroom, but there’s a bidet. Just in case.
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Apparently It’s Time . . .
for me to move to Brooklyn. Why? Because in one evening between the hours of 7 and 10:30, I not only got to see the folks I came out there to see — Jonathan, Jen and a sleeping Oscar and Doug and Leora, but I ran into not one but two people I know. First Rich, who I bumped into as he was coming out of a store on 5th Avenue, and then Todd, when he and his girlfriend were seated next to us at Franny’s (which was quite tasty, for the record).
Well, I’m not making any major life decisions today and my lease doesn’t run out until October or thereabouts, so for now, at least, I’m staying put.
Except that I’m off to DC until Saturday night for my annual pro bono pilgrimage, although this is the first year that I am actually staying at the hotel that the conference is in rather than with my friend Christopher (who I’ll be seeing in NY on Sunday when he’s visiting, so it’s okay).
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Catching Up Yet Again
Things I have not yet written about that I did last week (among other things that I did but may likely not write about because they are too boring) with extremely brief commentary:
- ate at Little Giant (scrumptious, get the brussels sprouts, as they’re merely an excuse to eat spoonsful of butter and maple syrup disguised as vegetables) with Rob, Lauren, and Elisabeth, a co-worker who is set on eating at 52 new restaurants in 6 months. I am hoping to tag along.
- saw Barefoot in the Park with Mark (eh — cute, but not great)
- took a kickboxing class (loved it — excellent for stress relief and cardio)
- ate at Del Posto with Elisabeth (two new ones in a week!) and Maura (Mario at an ultra-luxurious level; excellent pasta and a space so big you can hardly believe it’s in New York)
- got a haircut to cure the mid-winter blahs
- saw The Pajama Game with Mom (go see it — it’s a classic, old-school style musical. I will now have "Hernando’s Hideaway" stuck in my head for a week. Ole!)
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The Royal Flush
I work in a building that has automatically flushing toilets. There are also automatic faucets, but they’re not really relevant here, although I have found myself sticking my hands under faucets in other restrooms and waiting for a few seconds for water to come out before realizing that I had to turn a knob or something. There are pros and cons to having automatically flushing toilets. The pros: never having to touch the toilet handle, which is apparently party central for many a germ and bacterium; not having to remember to flush — just stand up, walk out and go. The cons: the things sometimes have a mind of their own. There’s a toilet in one stall in particular that tends to flush way before I have decided that it’s time for us to part ways, and somehow I always forget this. It scares the hell out of me every time.
You know, if an office is going to invest in auto-flush toilets, it might as well bust out the big guns and bring in the Washlet C100 — I’m sure it would improve employee productivity.