Hi the new friend!!!
I saw your announcement on a site in the Internet. There there were many good people. I do not know why I have written to you, probably something inside has prompted me to do it.
I already during long time wanted to find to me directly people, but not from Russia. As in Russia very many bad people and are very difficult to find such person, which will serve me as a fine half.
My best girlfriend has found to itself through Internet good people.
Which has invited her in the country, and now they live together 2 months.
It also has pushed to find me to itself of the satellite .
Though I also do not believe life in it, that it is possible to find love through.
The Internet I should hope for it up to the last.
Now it - is slightly about me:
My name - Julia.
I the simple Russian girl who search for a basis
the person from abroad for serious attitudes in the future for
creations of family.
I live the Russian city Cheboksary. It - very beautiful city
In which I live.
I am long brave to write to you and have written in hope which you will write also to me
I hope for it, and I shall look forward to hearing from you.
P.S. If I though have slightly interested you, please write to me the answer
On mine E-mail: email@example.com
I shall hope, and I shall wait, that you nevertheless will answer it soon. Please try to send your message on email. As I was very bad to use the Internet.
I shall send the image in the following letter. With hope your new familiar Rita.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
*This opinion has not been validated by anyone who did not appear in said videos.
Now, for your viewing pleasure, I present HOLD ON, by the great and powerful Wilson-Phillips:
Friday, May 25, 2007
I f-ing hate MommyBlogs.
Whew! That feels GOOD!
Okay, now let me qualify.
I love kids. In fact, I have one. (And, hypocritically enough, I do keep a blog about her.) But the reason I don't feel like a total tool by expressing my disdain for the MommyBlog is because the blog I keep about my child is just that - it's about my child. It's not that I'm opposed to people discussing their thoughts or feelings about parenting, but I can't stand when it's done out of a need to make one's existence seem grandiose or "interesting." (It should be noted that with each passing minute since I've turned thirty I lose more and more patience for pretense.) I find the tone of most MommyBlogs to be dripping with an uber-annoying sense of, "Look at me. I'm a MOTHER! All my observations on parenting/American Idol are thus deeper and more transcendent as a result of the fact that I am white and upper middle class and have more time on my hands than I could even fathom what to do with because I am
I understand that parenting, specifically mothering, can be isolating. And I am aware that most of these women treat their MommyBlogs the same way people without children treat their personal blogs. As an outlet. But it's not the children that bother me, it's the voices of the authors that irk me so much.
I hate to sound so simple, but is there no one left living a real life anymore? Do we really have to make suburban existence and full-time parenting edgy?
Barf. And please don't tell me you're being ironic, because I'm sick of that overused device, too.
I just can't help but be put off by the ridiculousness of people complaining about their brand new houses filled with brand new furniture and brand new babies.
Call me when you have a real problem*.
See you at Crate and Barrel, suckas. I'll be the one on the outside looking in.
*This, for example, is a real problem. Being asked to test-drive a brand new Saturn, however, is not. Product placement in a baby blog. Wow... Maybe Saturn should try making TV commercials?
This is an interesting response to an (unlinked) critique of Mommyblogging, suggesting that writing "about your failings as a mother is ringing false." My point exactly. This to me is the most telling section:
Here's my take on it. We should all be good parents and I'm sure most of us are. If you're blogging about parenting you obviously give a shit about doing a decent job. You are interested in all things parenting. You want to know what slings your neighbor is using and who you can plan a cyber baby shower for and whether or not you should entrust a thirteen-year-old with the care of your toddler. Let's face it, most likely you aren't living in a trailer, shotgunning Pabst Blue, spanking the living shit out of your child's rear end for daring to ask for another cookie. And if I'm wrong, I guess I haven't come across your blog yet possibly called http://getmommatheswitch.blogspot.com.
Being a decent well meaning parent should be our baseline. Yes, we're all good moms most of the time. We all want our babies to feel loved, nurtured, breastfed (until they're 15) have high self esteem, learn their ABC's (in Spanish, French and Italian) and always always always know how we love them so much we almost can't breathe when we watch them sleep. How we sometimes have dreams we can't find them, dreams so real we wake up in a cold sweat, tears running down our sleep deprived cheeks and walk around not feeling right for the rest of the day. Most of us would throw ourselves into traffic to protect them but first take them on an educational trip to the frog exhibit at the museum. Yes, this is the parenting 101 part. But what about the days where we don't feel we're living up to even the basics? Isn't it cathartic to write THAT? Isn't it cathartic to READ that?
I in no way find that blogging about falling short in our ideals to be like Kate Moss complaining her ass is too big. Or attending Weight Watchers when you weigh 120 pounds. It's not false. It's how we feel and it's real. It's as real as it gets because parenting brings on a new challenge every. single. day. No one day has passed since Elby's been born that I didn't question at least one decision I've made. I'm sorry I'm not as confident and brimming with what a wonderful job I'm doing. Yes there are certain days I bet other women would kill for my patience, my way with a Bernstein Bear Story, my attention span for an almost unintelligible four minute story about a rock. But that's not funny nor highly relatable. So I don't blog about those things.
What do you think?
Oh wait, no one outside of the Mommyblogosphere cares.
So here I am, wrapping up my last day of this temp assignment at a major, multinational Investment Bank, when I look up from stirring a second sugar into my coffee (mmm-mmm) and notice this poster:
SHOW YOUR PERSONALITY AND GET OFF FROM THE CLOSET
Now, this leaves me to wonder:
a) Is this a secret missive left by a spurned lover who also works at the firm, encouraging the keeper of their heart to come out of the closet?
b) Is this an actual closet, as in a stand-alone structure, i.e. an armoire one could conceivably get off of? c) Is the writer someone for whom English is not his first language, or is this closet he speaks of so fabulous and chock full of designer items that one might actually get off at the sight of it?
d) Finally, is this some random, inept attempt at gay-bashing? I don't know. I suppose it could be e) all of the above. Regardless, I guarantee finding this poster will be the most exciting thing that happens to me today. And that is f)'d up.
When I saw this picture on Flickr yesterday it took my breath away. Prolific photographer Catty captures such simple yet extremely profound images, often using red as a point of contrast in her photos. This is from her series "The red balloon dairies." It totally reminds me of my childhood growing up with the Nine Mile cooling tower always in sight. It's just as ominous as this picture implies. Creepy. But such a huge part of our local economy and everyday life.
Which reminds me... when I was a kid, my grandfather used to work at the Niagara Mohawk Steam Plant, yet another power supplier in town. There are two giant "steam stacks" (as everyone called them) at the plant, and my grandmother used to point them out to me, saying, "See those, Carolyn? That's where Grandpa works." You can just imagine how many years I thought he went to work every day, toiling right inside those brick towers. Apparently I thought my grandfather was a Fraggle. But what did I know? I was just a kid. A really imaginative* kid.
* /dumb. Imaginative/dumb.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Whachu want, baby?
A four-piece fo yo kid?
And you want a milk?
Well we ain't got none of that shit!
But how 'bout some heroin?
Woo-hoo! I said some heroin.
Well I ain't got no f*ckin' nuggets -
How 'bout some heroin fo yo kid?
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Image courtesy of Best Week Ever.
Image courtesy of The Saatchi Gallery.
How I actually look:
Replete with Lane Bryant bag and all! You nailed it, Duane!
p.s. - Thank you, Mindy Raf, for inspiring me to make my MS Paint dreams come true. (I designed the header all by myself!)
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I'm sorry. We're you talking to me?
I'm just sleeping here at this super busy Wall Street Banking Firm.
Better go get some choffee. (Double jolt of chocolate and coffee.)
Monday, May 21, 2007
That last one keeps me up at night.
Yes, people - that's right. Guess who's back at THE BANK?! CKC. Why? Because despite writing celebrity commentary for a very popular tabloid magazine and appearing on television occasionally I am chump-ass broke. So, I'm here trying to make a few clams for my baby's college fund (read: so we can buy groceries this week). It's been so long since I've been in a corporate environment I forgot all about the perky, perfect butts in various shades of grey and the white sneakers under shiny black pants. All of the sighs and the paper coffee cups and the weird way people hold their faces when they're constantly unhappy...
That being said, though - so far, so good. I do like this place as far as that goes. But if I hear "Who's better than you?" even once this week I swear I'm gonna crack.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
What I think is even more serendipitous and weird is that when Chris Rock was at Stand-Up New York he was talking about how he was buddies with Perry in a very funny bit about how if you're gonna hang out with junkies you better leave by midnight. I wish I thought to mention that to him, but you know, I wasn't exactly thinking straight. My friend Jon turned to me and said, "Wow, Carolyn - you really made an impression on him!" and then added, "What is he doing watching the White Rapper Show?" Ha! That's showbiz.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Here are a few more original quotes by James Brown:
"I feel good!"
Thank you, Google, for speaking the truth.
Dionne Warwick originator of Golden Rule:
Friday, May 04, 2007
Let me paint you a picture of this man, as he did me. Oh yes. That's correct. While I was onstage, George actually drew two pictures of me in his sketch notebook. One is a fairly accurate portrayal, and I think it really captures my urban dismay. He was also able to indicate, with just a few slashes of graphite, that even though I am what some may consider a "juicy piece of meat," I'm packed extremely well, like a sausage. Fatty, but snug.
The other, however, is actually a page out of my worst nightmares. I'd like to say I look like a cross between the little girl in The Exorcist and a muppet. So, basically, somewhat like this:
What I'm saying is: this George is a real winner. And I mean it. Before I left he asked me why I moved to Harlem. I said, "Because I like it." He replied without hesitation, "I used to get heroin up there."
George found the show because he heard Adira playing songs on WBAI. I only hope that when I'm his age I have enough sense about me to wander in to some bar where all the hip kids are hangin' at and tell them all about my exploits as the first girl in the second row in the third act in the fourth number in fifth position freestyle naprapping. And then tell them where I bought my drugs.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Thursday May 3rd
332 East 11th Street (bt. 1st and 2nd Ave.)
Rob Lathan as Dr. Lanny Latham and Adira Amram
With Special Guests:
(Comedy Central Presents, new CD: "Overconfident")
(Naked Babies, Mac Ads)
(VH1's "The White Rapper Show")
The Apple Sisters
(1940's Singers and Dancers starring Rebekka Johnson, Kimmy Gatewood, and Sarah Lowe)