i took this picture at the start of last september. all the different lives that for just one moment fit inside the tiny lens of my camera. and the three front stoops--oh how i love them.
Happy Sunday: front stoop found.
in tid-bit
oh saturday night.
Since my Saturday night (following work) consisted of a trip to Duane Reade to purchase ant traps as well as the latest edition of Life and Style...
I'm thinking match.com doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
Really.
Because I don't want to end up as a cat lady. And the pervading feeling among my family members...
is that I just might.
PS: thanks for all the tips about the ants...I'll keep you posted on the success of the drugstore-brand traps!
image via fffound
about the ants.
this look of consternation? that's because of the ants.
there were five on the windowsill. the first night.
about two nights ago.
i thought i'd deal with them in the morning.
then in the morning they were all over the wood floor.
many. many, many.
even some in the kitchen.
tonight i found a whole slew on my dresser.
my dresser for goodness sake!
hmph.
i'm not okay with this.
i have cucumber peels on the window sill.
and cucumber peels on the floor.
but there is no discernible trail to speak of.
traps are next.
better ants than maggots.
i had maggots once.
my first apartment.
three in the morning. insomnia.
reorganizing room. move bed.
maggots.
product of dead bird just outside my room.
in the space where the air conditioner could of gone.
the space that should have been covered.
dead pigeon in fact.
do you know that pigeons really do mate for life.
loyal little lovers they are.
at the time i didn't know it was a dead bird.
i didn't know what could have brought the maggots.
so i threw out an old pair of sneakers.
green sneakers. huge emotional attachment.
huge.
maggots trump emotional attachment.
i killed each one. each maggot.
at three in the morning. all by myself.
all by my lonesome.
never have i wanted a boyfriend more.
but need a boyfriend? nope.
i took care of them, no boy
necessary.
i'd rather have ants than maggots.
but ants move faster.
and they seem to multiply.
what to do...what to do...
more room cleaning tonight...
explanation of above photo:
Helen over at the Museum Cupboard
(wish her luck on defending the
thesis for her MFA)
tagged me.
Take a picture of yourself right now.
No preparing or primping.
Load the picture on your blog.
Tag some people to play along.
Well, I'm a little late in responding,
but no primping was done. In fact this
is after a seven hour shift. And
I didn't photoshop (sweet lord
above--never again will
you see unaltered photos)
your turn...
Thao at Prosecco and Lemonade who's getting married soon
Veronica at There's a Holiday Every Day--giving us a reason to celebrate, always
and Sarah-Lucy at My Brave New World--her writing is just that, brave indeed
have you read this too?
So I finally finished The Emperor's Children by Claire Messud. It took me ages and ages because I couldn't quite get into it. Drawn to it at the bookstore because of it's description as, "[a] brilliantly observed novel of fate and fortune--about the intersections in the lives of three friends, now on the cusp of their thirties, making their way--and not--in New York City," the book came with nothing but glowing reviews. It was even selected as A New York Times Book Review Best Book of the Year. All that being said, I didn't like it. Not at all. I was overwhelmed by it's pervading sense of--oh, I'm not even sure--apathy, maybe? Selfishness? A shallowness parading as grandeur? I never felt fully embraced by the book, it was rather as if I watched from afar as partially formed characters lived out tedious events. The last few chapters of the book dealt with September 11 and for a brief, glittering moment I thought the pervading sense I got from the book up until then was perhaps skillfully set up in order to give that event an even greater weight--a greater meaning. But in this I felt let down as well.
Has anyone else read this book? What did you think?
And any suggestions as to what I should read next...
Any ideas for a good first book for my book club? Should I choose one of my all time favorites to share, Beach Music or Lords of Discipline?
PS: my lovely little NYC apartment now has ants.
I hate them. My roommate is not bothered at all.
But they're concentrated in my room (at the front of the apartment).
Are they a product of Spring?
What am I to do--a few I wouldn't mind, but suddenly they seem to
be everywhere (i feel like such a girl right now).
im feeling homesick.
today dr. bob compared regular eating to driving along the highway in texas.
he said, can you tell me the difference between mile 209 and 541? no? well, that's what regular eating is like--it all kinda looks the same.
yes. texas is flat. and much of it looks the same. and it's not exactly scenic (well, not always).
but oh how i'd love to see the bluebonnets growing along the highway right now.
as best as i can tell
this image is by Darrell Gulin/Corbis
(i found it using google image search--the larger
version is even more beautiful, find it here)
