so this post is pretty pointless but realizing that EVERYONE seemed to have gotten the “mensa word awards” forward, it seemed lame for me to have put it up there at all. i’m just a sucker for all things smart though and you have to admit, those were pretty clever. Also, mensa has bad stigma attached to it for me…my father, who I hate, is in mensa so i can’t help but think of him a little whenever I see the word. boo! So this is a post to bump the mensa post of the top of the page.
Many people have asked me about the title of my blog.* in high school, this guy andy (a brilliant jazz tenor sax player) made this magnet out of magazine scraps (don’t ask why there was magnet making, some lame fair of some sort going on in the cafeteria). It was a purple triangle with the words “Jazz…in Strange places” on it. it had glitter on it. He wouldn’t give it to me. I said I must own it since it was talking about me. He said he wasn’t talking about me at all, to stop being so egocentric (he can be a real ass), but he had a point. When I was little and would see jasmine tea, jasmine rice, jasmine flowers, jasmine candles…I used to run around and say, “look mom, there’s me tea!” “there’s me rice!” because, I’m pretty sure I thought that they had all been named after me. An innocent mistake for a 7 year old I think!** Although, i'm not going to lie to you, i still do it to this day. actually my friends do it more, "hey jazz, there's you incense!" we're losers, you don't have to say it...
Since this is all about nothingness really, I’ll cut it short. You know, people actually read this. It baffles me. It actually puts a little*** more pressure on me to be really smart or really funny or really insightful.
I can’t promise any of that but stay tuned for my recount of last year’s Fleet Week debauchery, in honor of the return of that wondrous holiday to gotham city in a month (and there will be plenty of good stories to be had when it comes, I GUARANTEE it). Also, when I stress (I have exams in a week and a half, ick), I find it therapeutic to cook. I’ll try something new and take you on the ride with me a la “Julie/Julia Project
” Feel free to send along any suggestions (just don’t make it too expensive, okay? I’m not going to go buy quail eggs and caviar for this).
*this is a lie. I’m just practicing the art of the asterisk
**feel free to join me in coming to my defense.
***okay, a lot.