oh, yes, there will be shopping

the only two things that i miss here in new york are portillo's hot dogs and nordstrom.

i remember my first trip to a nordstrom in CA, i also remember my first trip to the first nordstrom in IL. in fact, when i was little, i said i didn't want to go to heaven unless there was a nordstrom there.

my devotion to that store has no boundaries.

but, my friends, there is one on the way. in fact, it's "imminent."

nordstrom, how i love thee!!!

lets just hope that it's not crappy and an overrun, understocked disappointment like trader joe's turned out to be...

random note to a random reader

dear reader at american university,

first, thank you for taking the time to read my blog. i really do appreciate it.

however, i have a favor to ask. might you subscribe to my rss feed somewhere? your google reader, your bloglines? you've really been messing up my statcounter. i now have about 60 hits from you in the last 24 hours and you're blocking everyone else out. that image was cut off about halfway through because it all wouldn't fit on a screencap.

i love you and i hate when we fight. i just wanted to mention this before it all builds up inside and i start resenting you and then just blow up and take it all out on you in a way that's totally unfair to you and catches you off-guard.

smooches,

j

the weekend

i went out to brigantine which is in atlantic city, but it's the pretty suburban part with cleaner beaches and less fat trashy people. a bloody mary obsessed friend bought all the ingredients to a BYOB place where we looked like amateur bartenders at our table. we asked for some worchestershire sauce and she brought over an entire coffee cup full, see below.


we did a lot of laying out at the beach sipping coronas. i got a ton of reading done (i was literally two weeks behind in my new yorkers). the first night we went to buddakan at ceasar's the first night. spent too much money. i won $25 on a nickel slot machine and then proceeded to lose it all (plus the $10 i stuck into the machine to start with). the next night we grilled, made kabobs (which my family would pronounce kay-bobs) and grilled corn on the cob, burgers, salads, etc.

we also bought a watermelon and proceeded to pour two full bottles of vodka into it for dessert. we got drunk on wine and watermelon and played poker all night. i enjoyed kicking the asses of the three men there who assumed that women don't know anything about card games. little did they know i have a card game whiz for a grandmother who had us playing poker 18 ways (midnight baseball anyone?), bridge, hearts and spades from the age of 8. i won $35 but felt bad taking money from people so refused to accept the pot. i'm either too nice or just stupid. sometimes i can't decide.

despite this...

i still think john stamos is one of the sexiest men alive...

i had a really really lovely weekend, will post about it when i've got some pictures loaded!

colbert on obama

heh.

keith olbermann rocks

i've never been the biggest fan of olbermann. i think he's kind of a weird dude, i think his television delivery is awkward, i don't think he's as funny as he thinks he is.

but this is awesome:

In what is simultaneously the most coruscating and caustic "Special Comment" yet, Keith Olbermann blasts the Democratic leadership, Democratic presidential candidates and Mister Bush over Iraq.

"You, the men and women elected with the simplest of directions—Stop The War—have traded your strength, your bargaining position, and the uniform support of those who elected you... for a handful of magic beans.

You may trot out every political cliché from the soft-soap, inside-the-beltway dictionary of boilerplate sound bites, about how this is the "beginning of the end" of Mr. Bush’s "carte blanche" in Iraq, about how this is a "first step."

Well, Senator Reid, the only end at its beginning... is our collective hope that you and your colleagues would do what is right, what is essential, what you were each elected and re-elected to do.

Because this "first step"... is a step right off a cliff.

And this President!

How shameful it would be to watch an adult... hold his breath, and threaten to continue to do so, until he turned blue.

But how horrifying it is... to watch a President hold his breath and threaten to continue to do so, until innocent and patriotic Americans in harm’s way, are bled white.

You lead this country, sir? You claim to defend it?

And yet when faced with the prospect of someone calling you on your stubbornness—your stubbornness which has cost 3,431 Americans their lives and thousands more their limbs—you, Mr. Bush, imply that if the Democrats don’t give you the money and give it to you entirely on your terms, the troops in Iraq will be stranded, or forced to serve longer, or have to throw bullets at the enemy with their bare hands.

How transcendentally, how historically, pathetic.

Any other president from any other moment in the panorama of our history would have, at the outset of this tawdry game of political chicken, declared that no matter what the other political side did, he would insure personally—first, last and always—that the troops would not suffer.

A President, Mr. Bush, uses the carte blanche he has already, not to manipulate an overlap of arriving and departing Brigades into a ‘second surge,’ but to say in unequivocal terms that if it takes every last dime of the monies already allocated, if it takes reneging on government contracts with Halliburton, he will make sure the troops are safe—even if the only safety to be found, is in getting them the hell out of there.

Well, any true President would have done that, Sir. You instead, used our troops as political pawns, then blamed the Democrats when you did so.

Not that these Democrats, who had this country’s support and sympathy up until 48 hours ago, have not since earned all the blame they can carry home."

food particularities

an introduction to what a freak i am when it comes to food can be found here.

someone recently called me a freak again because of my eating habits. i realize that with a few foods, i'm very particular when it comes to the type or how a certain food is prepared. there is no flexibility from the list below. none, whatsoever. if it is not made in the way specified below, i will not eat it. i know it sounds a bit princess-like...and it is...but i don't think i'm asking too much, do you?

i'll only eat...

• olives if they are spanish, green and with pits
  
• tuna salad if it has celery in it
  
• tacos with a hard shell
  
• grilled cheese if it's made with chedddar
  
• banana bread if it has nuts in it
  
• peanut butter sandwiches made with preserves (no jelly)
  
• milkshakes if they are black & white (vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup)
  
• chocolate chip mint ice cream from baskin robbins (it's all in the chocolate shavings. i do not want to bite down on hard chocolate chunks in my ice cream. if they don't melt on my tongue within seconds, i want nothing to do with it)
  
• pasta carbonara made the right way (egg yolk and cheese, NO CREAM, NO PEAS)
  

i'm sure there are more that i'm forgetting. what are yours??

to be, or not to be...flattered

it's the first night i spent with this guy i'm seeing/sleeping with/whatever.

he says: "your body is amazing! you're like a grecian goddess. like the venus de milo !"

i think: yes, keep going...

"you have these gorgeous breasts"

...i know, i know

"and this tiny waist"

...oh, why thank you

"and these big hips!"

say what!?!

so in my head, this conversation comes to a screeching halt. and he went on and on about my tiny waist and my big hips. and he loved them. and all i could think was, "stop saying i have big hips! it is not making me happy!"

to be fair, i'm no stick. i'm more than fairly curvaceous. i float between a size four and a size six so i ain't no waif...but to say i have big hips? even if it's true, that is not the kind of thing a girl wants to hear! especially, ESPECIALLY when she's taking a guy home and getting naked in front of him for the first time.

ARE YOU READING THIS GUYS? TAKE NOTE.

but later he exclaimed, "oh my god, you're like a pornstar!"

that redeemed him. he's off my blacklist.

thank you thank you thank you!

to all those who supported me for the AIDS walk this weekend!

i got some hefty blogger support and some donations from readers that i don't know, which was totally amazing.

so in no particular order, thanks to...

peter
neily
pete b.
highcontrast
david p.
and
alexandra

the walk itself was excellent. a beautiful day for a stroll through the park. there were some uphill parts that were less than pleasant but i was with good company and everyone was in good spirits. there was lots of water, energy drinks, ice cream, chips, etc. being handed out along the way and a lot of people had cars parked along the route blasting some janet or cher.

the rest of the day was pretty debaucherous. all you can drink bellinis/mimosas/sangria at a place in hell's kitchen. then onto margaritas. then a couple beers. then off to see that movie "the waitress" with keri russell. adrienne shelly's last movie before she was murdered in her apartment by someone hired to do work on her apartment. so tragic.

the movie was lovely. full of funny stuff, happy stuff, sad stuff. my emotions ran the gamut but the ending couldn't have been better. and i'd had little respect for jeremy sisto (i don't think i've seen him in anything since "clueless") but he was genius. he made me so uncomfortable and so angry that he was obviously doing a great job, even if his character was despicable.

the whole thing was put together beautifully. i absolutely loved it. you must go see this movie.

trying to get by with a little help from my friends...

trying to ge my penpal to donate has been difficult.

To: Marc
From: Jazzy

how are you? also: you better sponsor me darling!
xo

To: Jazzy
From: Marc

Did I tell you I'm a teacher? I get twenty five dollars a year, and that's earmarked for crack.

From: Jazzy
To: Marc

you're a teacher at a fancypants school. you could swing it. if you wanted to!

To: Jazzy
From: Marc

Oh, you are labouring under some false assumptions about the private school system, my friend.

I'll see what I can do, but bear in mind you'll be making some struggling temazepam dealers very unhappy.

x

To: Marc
From: Jazzy

i can't condone that behaviour sir marc. like that extra "u" i threw in there, just for you?

i'm not going to enable you by letting you think that your money should go towards your dealer instead of all those people with AIDS who need your support.

and anyhow, the dollar is what, 15 cents to the pound these days?

To: Jazzy
From: Marc

My dealer has got Aids. So where does that leave you, clever-head?

To: Marc
From: Jazzy

curses, foiled again!

To: Jazzy
From: Marc

My dear girl, you have to understand: I'm totally strapped for cash. I'd give my left leg if it were redeemable for cash (and if I didn't have to do a dance-off for brain cancer in, like, two hours), but at the moment I can't afford anything What a doof. GOOD LUCK, though!

xox

now can i spend the money??

first, the AIDSwalk is this sunday. i'm only $50 short of my goal of raising $500. do two of you have $25 to spare?

so remember this? not wanting to spend the money in case my landlord realized his error, i was a good girl and kept it subtracted from my account.

at the end of april i got a letter saying the owner had sold the building. this is bad because i liked the old management and my super and the new management are totally incompetent and nobody knows who our new super is (my old one came over and returned our key so he didn't think he was staying).

BUT...i just got a statement for my rent due for may (it's the 17th...they're idiots) and it listed my previous balance as $0.00 and my amount due is one month's rent for may.

so i think it's safe to add that money back to my checking balance, agreed?

beauty guinea pig part 2: in which i glue things to my eyes

i'm a bit of a junkie. a beauty junkie. and both in bed and in life, i always say i'll try anything once. this series details the spa/betterment/prettying procedures i've had the good fortune to experience. and the ones i'd rather cut myself than do again.

i've always hated my eyelashes. they're what i call "stubby asian lashes" which means they're perfectly straight and not that long. i don't wear makeup that often but i absolutely will not leave my house without at least curling my eyelashes and putting mascara on. i'm a little OCD about it.

so i decided i needed to try eyelash extensions. they can cost up to $300 for the really good ones that last months. i spent $70 and that lasted two weeks. i'll tell you right now, it was not worth that money.

you go in and lie down and she takes stock of what kind of lash you have, what kind of curvature there is to them. first, she told me i probably didn't need to be doing this because i actually had very long lashes, they were just very straight. she suggested getting an "eyelash perm" (i didn't know such a thing existed) and that it only costs $25. the thought of treating my lashes with a curling substance seemed too toxic and dangerous. so she then pulls out a little box filled with individual feathery looking little lashes. and one by one, she applies a black glue to them and lays it right on top of your real lash. it takes about an hour for her to finish.

she told me to open my eyes and when i did it stung so badly! it was all the fumes from the glue. i kind of teared up and tried to blink all the fumes out. so much for trying to keep toxic materials away from my eyes. i'm retarded.

when she handed me the mirror, the eyelashes seemed FREAKISHLY long. like, i felt like i had daddy long legged spiders clinging to my lids. as delicate as they were, they seemed so fake looking. she told me i just had to get used to them.

so i went home and eventually they started looking less circusy and more "look at this nymph with the beautiful eyes."

the real pain was the day to day effect of them. i know you shouldn't rub your eyes, but i'm a big eye rubber. nope, not with these. you start to rub your eyes and the delicate lashes start to feel like little pins that you're poking yourself with. they really stiffen the base of your lash so no rubbing allowed. also, wiping off your eyes in the shower is difficult as well.

two weeks later they'd all almost fallen off. they did not take my lashes with them, they came off themselves so my lashes were intact (though i'm sure i lost a few in the process).

verdict: it seemed like it was worth it until i really divided the money up per day and then i gawked at myself for spending the dough....

are you anyone's favorite person?

are you?

i think that's a tough question. i'd be hard pressed to find my all-time absolute favorite person.

i have a lot of people that are my favorites for different things. i'm sure i have a friend or two that are my favorite in lots of areas.

and of course, i'd like to be someone's favorite. i'd like to be everyone's favorite.

that would, however, require that i be less of a bitch. and really, that's what's so charming about me, isn't it?

this is my second shout-out to miranda july. i'm DEF buying her book today!

shrek 3: phoning in a movie review

i saw it over the weekend and loved it

i liked it better than the first one, and i'm not sure i liked it better than the second one but it was up there.

my problem is that i didn't know beforehand which actors were in the movie and i spent an awful lot of time placing voices.

also, some of the jokes and details would have been funnier had i known who was playing the character (i.e. julie andrew's character banging her head into a brick wall and singing "my favorite things" in a semi-conscious state).

the princesses were all-star: cheri oteri, regis philbin, amy sedaris, amy poehler and maya rudolph.

there were a LOT more adult jokes in this one than i remember there being in the others. it was quite dirty in a few places, which means there is a lot of that movie that will just go straight over the children's heads.

in all, it was a good time. i think i'm going to see it again (which means i may actually have to pay for it this time, curses!) because i know there were so many things i missed. i distinctly remember a dozen times that people started laughing and i had no idea what they were laughing at (hazards of seeing a 10am movie on a hangover i suppose).

lazy sunday

this week has been a particularly busy one. i've had events to attend every single night which have had me out late on work nights. things finally started to catch up with me when not only did i have to be up and out of my house yesterday for a 10am advance screening of Shrek 3 (hilarious, will post about it later) and i ended up at a ping pong tournament in williamsburg and was literally falling asleep over my burger at 9pm.

so today i slept in.

this morning has reminded me how much i love washington heights. sunday mornings are particularly quiet because as rowdy as those dominicans can be, they're all good church-going people. i like this, not becuase i particularly enjoy religious people, but because it means i don't have to be woken up to the sounds of tupac and usher at 9am, because my laundromat is quiet and not filled with the sounds of people yelling in spanish over a telenovela. i walked up to 174th and hit up a tiny window-service place that serves jugo. jugo, in spanish, literally means juice but when you order a jugo de pina (pineapple juice) up here, they take fresh pineapple, add a little water (tell them to hold the sugar or else you'll end up with something terribly sweet) and put a bunch of ice and blend it until you have an absolutely heavenly fluffy pineapple drink. HAPPINESS is jugo de pina.

i took a shower, had clean egyptian cotton towels to wrap up in and am now catching up on the political blogs while i lounge in some underwear on my clean sheets that smell of fabric softner.

life. is. good.

but i must get dressed to go to brunch where i already know i'm going to order a lobster eggs benny and where i will get drunk (yet again) on the unlimited mimosa deal at my favorite LES (lower east side) brunch place.

i heart galas

the dance company that justy works for has a spring gala at the apollo theater in harlem and it's one of my favorite things to do every year.

the gala was last night and the djs were awesome, the cater waiters gorgeous, they had mini lobster rolls and teeny ice cream cones.

the old white folks danced like crazy with a lot of the younger mixed race crowd that made up the dance company and the company staff.

that's the kind of old person i want to be. i want to be the kind of old person who donates heavily to the arts and who dances till they're dripping with sweat in an armani gown to justin timberlake.

totally awesome.

i had a dream last night...

...that i was having wild sex with natalie portman.

it was AMAZING!

joe: suffice it to say that i woke up exhausted. i think i might have orgasmed in my sleep a few times. no joke.

feisty yankees fans

so i went to the yankees game last night. it was quite a confrontational evening.

first, as we were all jammed onto the 4 train to take us to the stadium, this older skinny black guy says to a chubby black girl standing next to him, "i'm sorry miss, but you keep kneeing my leg." it sounds strange but there probably was not a lot of room to shift away from her, we were very very tightly packed in. "don't you talk to me! don't you tell me what to do!" this girl starts yelling. it escalates and then the girl yells, "you're probably on this train because you have to be, but i don't! i have a car because i'm 17!"

at this point, we all* start laughing because these comments are just out of nowhere. then she starts screaming, "what you bitches laughing at, huh?!" and as she looks back at the man she continues, "i bet you live in the projects! i live in a house mothafucka!" and we all* start laughing again because not only is she stupid and low class, she's really taking herself so seriously. the man, trying to reason with a psycho 17 year-old is like, "honey, that house belongs to your parents, and at this rate, a delinquent like you will never own property." and she loses it, "you don't know nothin bout me mothafucka!" at this point we finall reach yankee stadium and pile out of our sardine can.

then once the game starts, i'm sitting pretty close to the field right at the post on the first base line in the outfield. sammy sosa (of corking fame) plays for the rangers now and the bleacher creatures, after doing the roll calls, heckled him the ENTIRE time. they only took a brief hiatus to heckle our section when we expected them to continue a wave that had travelled the perimeter of the stadium (started at the section the right of the creatures and all the way around to us in right field). when it waved to the creatures they stood, faced us, and waved their arms back and forth in a, "no fucking way are we doing that" kind of fashion. which then led our section to yell "crea-tures su-uck" over and over. they yelled something back. we** yelled, "we have be-er" which is a taunt because in the bleachers, no alcohol is allowed.

at any rate, all the confrontation aside, at least people are cheering a-rod on a regular basis now, nathan's makes a damn good hot dog, we won the game, and we finished it off with dippin' dots.

life is so good sometimes.

*i should qualify this. "we all" pretty much mean the "new yorkers" on the train. there were a fair amount of tourists who were shitting in their pants that somebody was going to pull out a knife and they'd never get the chance to see their first yankees game or have the chance to return to whatever podunk town they came in from.
**not me

oh, and i was super late to work today...

because of some serious after-partying with chefs/foodies after the james beard awards had me drunk drunk last night. a good friend is an executive chef at a nominated restaurant.

a decent summary of my evening can be found here:

Beard After-parties: Hawaiian Tropic Zone, Momofuku Party Bus, More
The James
Beard Awards after-parties presented special challenges which could only be solved by the liberal use of an open bar. The place to go was the Hawaiian Tropic Zone, whose bikini-clad waitresses and go-go dancers, serving at the behest of chef David Burke, provided a welcome dose of vulgarity after the high-class Beard gala.

But the truly hot ticket was the Momofuku party bus, which, if David Chang & Co. were to be believed, was a chartered party vehicle where the most intense celebrating would be done. Regretfully, though, it was closed to press. "Sorry, dude," David Chang told us, dazed and blissful and still unbelieving in the wake of his victory. At the Zone, Burke held court, taking pictures with Terrance Brennan,
various bikini girls, and both at the same time. Unnervingly suave celebrity chef Todd English worked the room with his conversational magic, talking up everyone in a dress. ("Oh, he's such a perv!" we heard one woman say. "But he's so handsome!") English didn't stay long, though, as the biggest and latest of the after-parties was at his restaurant Olives NY. There, to the pounding sounds of a disco sound system, a crowd made up of Beard attendees and generic party hogs squished against each other.

There were pockets of relaxation, though — Jean George pasty chef Johnny Iuzzini, looking dapper in an all-black suit, was at the center of one cluster, martini in hand; Maremma's Cesare Casella, in a colorful striped shirt and dark jacket with rosemary sprigs in the breast pocket, was at the center of another, trying to recruit people for a third after-party, and, when we refused, giving us a mean boozy noogie; and Ssäm Bar's towering manager, the six-foot-five Corey Lane, popped around in his usual good spirits. "The bus is real," he told us. "Why weren't you there?" That's the question we're still asking ourselves.

i read this and thought i'd written it myself. todd english is hot AND flirtatious. also, i couldn't get onto the chang bus either. poo. on the upside, they had a brilliant omelette station with lobster AND goat cheese, my two favorite things. see kids? always a silver lining...

want to see something crazy?

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cargo cults.

absolutely nuts.

BREAKING: Republicans and Al Qaeda in bed together!

some conservatives like to say that democrats who want us to withdrawl are on the side of the terrorists, that we want the terrorists to win. so obv, this is slightly hilarious/depressing to me on several levels, the main one consisting of the enemy saying that the republicans are on their side.

From dailykos:

Those who support Bush's catastrophic war in Iraq and oppose the recently vetoed war funding bill received a glowing endorsement from an unexpected source this weekend: Ayman al-Zawahri, Al Qaeda's second in command:

This bill reflects American failure and frustration," Zawahri said. "But
this bill will deprive us of the opportunity to destroy the American forces
which we have caught in a historic trap."

"We ask Allah that they only get out after losing 200,000 to 300,000
killed, so that we give the blood spillers in Washington and Europe an
unforgettable lesson to motivate them to review their entire doctrinal and moral
system," Zawahri said on the video, posted on Web sites used by Islamists.

The neocons want us to stay in Iraq, Al Qaeda wants us to stay, most conservatives want us to stay. But the majority of the American people agree with the Democrats, progressives, independents, and want out. It's pretty simple: You're either with us or you're with the terrorists.

probably tmi...

but i haven't had any armpit hair grow in for about two weeks now.

i know i just did this laser thing. but it shouldn't have killed of the rest of the hairs. it was only session #2, you need about 6 to do the job.

should i be worried? or shall i just bask the awesomeness of feeling my armpits in the shower in the morning and realizing there's nothing there to shave?

i think i'll choose the latter.

television review part 1: in which grey's anatomy jumps the shark

okay people. i'm a big fan of grey's. it's one of the three shows i watch religiously.

but last night...i'm thoroughly convinced...it jumped the shark.

what happened to you grey's? you had me sobbing when meredith woke up from her near-death drowning. i love denny even more than i loved mark harmon's character on west wing. and i really loved mark harmon on west wing.

and last night, you conned me. you told me there was a fantabulous two hour episode. what i received was about 30 minutes of grey's in which all the characters were caricatures of themselves. alex being even nicer to amnesia girl, izzie being even more dramatic about all the george mess, meridith losing her second mother in as many episodes and mcdreamy pretty much leaving her (again). BLAH.

but what was worse was the 1.5 hours of the lame LAME show that was seemingly the audition for the neilson raters to see how your new spin-off is going to settle with the viewers. i know you were courting me with a show starring my dearest taye and hot hot tim daly. but not even those two magnificent men make up for the rest of the uninteresting characters you shoved down my throat for almost two full hours yesterday. the show was in sunny CA, in a "wellness center" that looked more like an ad agency. we had the awful actress that was addison's best friend. we had a psychologist who did nothing but cry about an ex all episode. we're supposed to believe another doctor who met a woman online who he lent his porche to (who subsequently stole it, obv)...because apparently doctors get to where they are by being total idiots.

no. with two hours of this bullshit you cheated me out of any watchable minute of your show, a usual highlight of my weekly viewing.

shame on you.

wikihistory meme

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I've been tagged by cadiz for the Wikihistory meme. I hate memes. But this one was kinda fun and i'd already told omar i was gonna do it. so i will, but i'm not gonna like it. and i'm not tagging anybody. so there!

1. Go to Wikipedia and enter your birthday without the year: August 30

2. List three events that occurred that day:
1850 - Honolulu, Hawaii, becomes a city.
1945 - Hong Kong is liberated from Japan by British Armed Forces.
1967 - Thurgood Marshall is confirmed as the first African American Justice of the United States Supreme Court .

3. List two important birthdays:
1944 - Molly Ivins, American political humorist and one of my personal favorites (d. 2007)
1958 - Anna Politkovskaya, Russian journalist (d. 2006) (there was a stunning profile of her in the New Yorker a few weeks back)

4. List one death:
1981 - Vera-Ellen, American actress (b. 1921) and star in "white christmas," one of my favorites...

5. List one holiday or observance:
International Day of the Disappeared an annual commemoration day created to draw attention to the fate of individuals imprisoned at places and under poor conditions unknown to their relatives and/or legal representatives.

the landlord

for those who haven't seen this already. i've watched it a dozen times and can't stop laughing. that little girl is my hero.

happiness = free shoes!

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so i have some friends that work in PR for a large department store.

they're the ones that collect clothes to send to the ad agencies and stylists to do photo shoots for their commercials/ads/catalogs/etc.

and when the stuff gets sent back, if they're damaged or missing tags or the shoes come back without a box...they give those things away to the salvation army or the staffers get to take them home or...

they give them to people like me who happen to stop by over the weekend!

so now i have the craziest pair of betsey johnson shoes! (of course, all betsey johnson shoes are a bit wild.)

huzzah for free things!

big brother

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so i occasionally get a visit from someone at google inc.

now i know that google has about a million employees in CA but i can't shake the feeling that the "all mighty king of this series of tubes called the internets" is watching me when i see the visit tracked.

it's just feels a bit like someone really powerful and scary is reading the blog...it freaks me out a little. tell me i'm just being retarded.

oh, and google inc. guy, why don't you comment every once in a while? show some love! stop being that "man behind the curtain."

on an unrelated note: i heard sergey brin proposed to his girlfriend not long ago. he's pretty hot for a genius tech guy. and the fact that he's worth billions doesn't hurt either i suppose...