Douchebag who shoved me over to get a seat, downtown A train

an update? no links.

so i got and quit a job writing for AOL Travel all within the same month. it just wasn't writing and i'm not in this for the money. i write because i like it, not because i want to feed the public SEO keywords the way you feed ducks from which you get foie gras. it was killing my soul.

 

i also got set up with a gig (maybe one time, still waiting on the verdict from the client) copywriting advertorials. (you know, those things that are ads but are presented like editorial mumbo jumbo.) and it pays good. like, insanely good. and takes no time at all and for the first time ever the thought has crossed my mind that i could actually write for a living someday. it was a small thought. a little, fleeting thing, but still. it was electrifying.

 

i have a series of birthdays and weddings and bachelorettes still. it's hard to find my own time and i'd kill for a single day that i didn't have something due under a deadline. but i suppose i'd still be pitching or my head would be full of things to pitch and various angles and whatnot. as it is i'm antsy. david and i think that goa, sri lanka and the maldives are going to be our winter trip this year. but i'd probably go a week early and stay in kerala and finally spend a week detoxing at an ayurvedic clinic, something i've been hoping to do for a while now. i'm itching to just get the ticket so that i have it. so when i'm stressed or upset i can stare longingly at my ticket to someplace beautiful.

 

speaking of beautiful, i'm not even sure i wrote anything about san juan del sur. that was beautiful too. and we lazed in hammocks and gazed off the edge of our private infinity pool to the ocean down below, from our little hillside perch. we had the best coffee ever. and homecooked meals by private chefs. a surfer chick chaffeur. lots of star gazing and satellite spotting. early bedtimes and rising with the sun.

 

something i wrote for capital ny.

 

i got in a cab the other day and found a clutch with a debit card and driver's license. i google this chick and see that she's on linkedin and message her. i've heard nothing. i called her office and left my number. nothing. you'd think this idiot would want her freaking purse back but at this rate i'm waiting for her to email me in three weeks asking me to fucking hand-deliver it to her office. i'd sooner drop it off at nyc transit lost and found where she's guaranteed to never get the thing back. i thought i was doing her a favor and here she can't even be bothered.

 

it's going to snow tomorrow. wish i had my ticket to goa.

my saturday

woke up at 8:30 and started a gigantic pile of laundry.

 

made myself a smoothie (frozen mixed berries, flax seeds, almond milk) and tried a neti pot for the first time (not so bad!)

 

brunch at joseph leonard with dirk: bloody mary, salmon salad, three glasses of pinot gris and a slice of carrot cake. my gays walked in to my brunch spot and so we all went off together for some shopping.

 

drooled over everything inside bruno cucinelli. dead for his cashmere and drapey, sweaters and vests with crisp white shirts tucked underneath, all wrapped up in a leather belt. BEAUTIFUL.

 

stopped at bill bar and burger: one glass of pinot grigio. ordered onion rings that never came.

 

then to the lion king theater where i got a backstage tour and we picked up dirk's husband for an early dinner.

 

marseille: tuna tartare, no wine.

 

dirk and i went off to elsewhere: 2.5 glasses of cab, one bowl of popcorn with rosemary lavendar butter.

 

dinner at tenpenny: 3 glasses of Montepulciano, mixed chips, scallops, pork belly croquettas, french onion soup (one of the best things i've tasted in months), pork chop, ravioli, mixed lettuces salad (so much better than it sounds) and for dessert: chocolate cake with malted gelato and a kaffir lime tart with pistachio gelato

 

up to fishtag to meet up with friends: 1 glass of verdicchio that basically went untouched. offered the uni (which is incredible) but was stuffed, turned it down.

 

parlour with the boys: one vodka soda, another bought for me and never touched.

 

passed out in the cab home and got to bed somewhere just before 3am.

 

all this is to say: 1.) i can't believe the level of sustained all-day drinking that happened and 2.) i probably shouldn't be alive right now but 3.) i am but my body certainly can't handle shit like that anymore.

ted, ken, gaga

fell into a ted talks wormhole (which is the very best kind of wormhole, IMO) and found this amazing talk by dan barber. it's twenty minutes, it's funny and enlightening and you should watch: http://www.ted.com/talks/dan_barber_how_i_fell_in_love_with_a_fish.html

 

and ken jennings has a really pretty amazing AMA on reddit that references charlie sheen (and is funny) and blade runner and what not to wear on jeopardy (a sweater, "you'll look like a tool") and old lavendar-scented ladies, what topics he's bad at ("I remember COUNTRY MUSIC kept showing up. That or HOCKEY. Least favorite categories. Basically anything with a mullet is my Jeopardy kryptonite") and various other kind of awesomeness. if i were into married men i'd want to jump all over ken jennings. even though he's mormon.

 

i watched this thing all the way through and then even teared up at the end. feeling sentimental today, i guess. i do, really really like lady gaga.