muchachas

Just so you all know... i am currently BatGirl.... or Catwoman.... or Supergirl...this totally depends on my emotional disposition at the moment... here's how my entry into superheroism happened.
I got a job...(well not a real 9-5 freakish sort of thing...that totallly impedes on my state of self being... it's volunteer, guess that not called a job? probably not...whatever i got a non-paying employee position) at the Superhero Supply Company on 5th avenue between 5th and 6th street. we sell everything you need for instant superherodom.

it's not very believable but I get to run around the store testing capes out for my loyal youngun trainee super heros (come visit i'm there 230-600 tues and thurs). i can' t believe things like this existed. it's like living in a freakin' comic book.

so in this wonderful world of artsy madness (hey it's parkslopeville) i am developing my invisibility powers. it's not going very well, yesterday, i tried walking thru walls for my eager audience and gave myself a minor concussion...way worse then the tuna bit.
so while i role play there's also another aspect of my superhero career.
if you walk thru the teleportive booth in the back you end up in 826 NYC (k, k, i really work there).

it's Dave Eggers place...826nyc.org In a nutshell its a literary art space for kids...it also happens to be my little piece of escapee heaven . seriously when i leave i'm in a depression...don't talk to me, don't call me, don't look my way or i'll zap you to college algebra class.
i don't care how pretensh that sounds, (ricko was that term of yesterday??)
it's awesome.
it rocks
and i am going to go kick some grammar butt.
miss Frizzle shall rule the universe.

hit in the head with a tuna sandwich

headliner news really... would've been much cooler if it had been a lighting bolt or something...still it's not everday you happen to be observing in the public school cafeteria mid food fight....
prayer group ensues: please don't let petrol go up or muriel and i will be stuck paying our way instead of using and abusing rick's green buggy, a blessed form of transport that makes daily trips for vanilla creme.
so anyonmous reader doesn't want to hear about ME...what to do...i'm trying to be considerate although as a general philosophy i think that's kinda pointless.... really dearest you must understand that i made this blog all about me so that i can describe the planets i frequently surface...that makes it a little hard not to be completely self-centered...
guess i could try.
so like will a public issue do? no. cuz that's my opinion. (and i've been told to stuff my commie/socialist/anarchist ways- tho' frankly my political views change every week cuz the world's pretty messed up and i'm open to any ideas to fix it)
okay...
will vacation suggestions? no. cuz i'm the arrogant sob who will pick them (and who knows maybe Greece and Ireland are nonobjective opinions of travel spots)
see here.... i'm really stuck.
no writing. cuz that's all about my head. (my head...my head...i'm lost inside my head....)
no school soap operas...cuz that's all my experience. (Scene One: Indi goes to Cafeteria in white shirt)
so anonymous make a suggestion. cuz ain't no such think as constructive bitching.
and because it's impossible to be objective about anything. and that goes for any study on life or thought in your own head... ain't no such thing as an unbiased, personal opinion...
well other than comments like "shabbat shalom" guess that will have to do for now.

Vamos Nenas!!!>..

november rains are certainly not coming despite my earnest wish to wear my rain jacket and insane waders....please please please let it rain....please...
absolutely nothing exciting happening in my life other than (and i will enumerate to emphasize)
1. starbux booo booo booo opened up on the block of campus giving me ample opportunity to demonstrate my hypocritical tendencies of buying the caffeine while simultaneously booing the company.
2. i found some random weird sierra mist free soda in the back of the basement fridge
3. so i don't see much of my pals (cuz lordy lord everyone is obsessed with work, marriage, or combination of both at the moment)
not to worry i have some new friends coming out of the woodwork and growing from my windowsill.
4. i spend more time reviewing phonetic changes than polishing my nails
5. and most importantly the campus library has this little lounge on the second floor (or the LaGuardia Reading Rooom) with real comfy couches to snooze on, right conveinently near etymology tomes.
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so what am i ordering in starbux tomorrow.... provided i will need a caffeine IV by 2 pm probably the iced coffee light on ice (they fill the whole thing wiht ice otherwise) and because it's cheap

beware: cyber neanderthals on the loose

i'm in the midst of fixing...breaking actually...copy machines. good thing i have only a few days here...my salary can't even cover all the appliances that are no longer functioning. hmm... readers beware of certain areas of blogville that are currently being overrun by neanderthals... be wary of writers with odd letter names associated with he who is identified by facial hair...
currently my cousin (the faithful chabad secretary here) and I are iming like mad trying to figure out how to get this smoke reeking Timberland wearing Israeli (puke puke) to stop playing and breaking the copy machine...gag gag* head out of window... losing oxygen...

moving to more blissful thoughts. i never considered myself a material girl...yet yesterday at Bloomie's i saw a nanette lapore (who is definitely way in) piece that was absolutely beautiful...list price: 600 dollars. geez louise... goin to bloomie's is like going to a hands-on version of the guggenheim. maybe i should buy some lottery tickets...or take the shorter route... go find myself a rich boy. further gagging...we need a bouncer in this place for Israelis in hiking boots that clean out CH chimneys... shawna wants me to describe my spinach soup. it's green. it's lumpy. it looks like a science project gone way wrong. it's delicious. it's lunch.

my edible little god nephew...need to buy him mini purple birks.. 

the view from my chabad hut in agios gordios

the many shades of yellah

reason my day was fairly good: got to blow up minerals and eat frozen cookies that my sister must have made.
my mood at this exact instant: intensely ugh.
my current opinion on the world: starbucks coffee sucks, it's too sunny out, and dermatologists are scam artists.
my political standing at the moment: vote Joseph for president and Ricky for vice (me i'll be the cheerleader or Condi's job if there's a differentiation on that.)
did you know old bees travel further for nectar than young bees? yeah. me neither. just another applicable piece of information i learned in lab today. at least i think i learned that...bit hazy with all that black fuel streaming thru my veins.
my advice to the living: if you come home early on fridays due to class scheduling, do not, under any circumstances inform family as you will be made to become the family friday chauffer (which today involved hour long waits at doctor's office- how can someone have a dermatological emergency??!! teenager attempted suicide due to acne?? please clarify). i cannot help but wonder how people with 5,6,7,8,9,10...infite insertion here ...manage...

ye g-d. tho' had a fab eve in Jersey (yes in Jersey) came home last night after 2...got up before 8 to go move the car (CH invaders again have swallowed my parking) to avoid getting 150 dollar ticket....which is roughly 184.50 euros, 600 shekel, 3,450 Czeck kruns, 1,050 Danish kruns...not worth it at any rate.... (oh lord. i AM becoming responsible).
the usual drone of reality....currently tempted to go flush my head down the toilet.
(there's a bowl for you too Nehama.)

spinster at the grill

Meltdown day. After morning university session (I'm compelled to ask...why do people feel the need to share so much personal info in a poetry class?? 'Tis a phenomenon i can never quite understand), taking Moo to the dentist, bank, coffee refuel, *word weed insert here*...found myself five hours later (and completely disoriented) buying pop up books in Barnes and Noble (my pet peeve here: there's no 's' at the end of that, unless it possessive). Now that I've bought the pop ups i got to go locate a little mini child to go give them too...
Also got myself a nice fancy date book and after writing my name and info in it realized that it doesn't start until January 2006... yippee kai yay.
i'm thinking of going to Peru...or Turkey or back to Greece...hmm...
appears to be no air here.

Back to the topic at hand...
In a 1961 book i was researching on the joys of barbecuing (oh where scholastics will lead us), the authors put forth a statement regarding outdoor cooking and the proper role of woman:
It is our belief that the cook should be male. Cooking over charcoal is a man's job and should have no interference from the distaff side of the family. If the man of the house prefers to have his wife cooking, just skip the whole idea of doing it outdoors.
I'm not a feminist but it's this one's totaly sexually stereotyping. And in referring to women as "the distaff side of the family" the cookbook authros carried the stereotyping even further. A distaff was originally a short staff that held a bundle of fibers, flax or wool perhaps, that were drawn and twisted into yard or thread either by hand or...ta! da! with the aid of a spinning wheel! Spinning, being a daily task, became the universal symbol of female household work. (It's used in Chaucer, Shakespeare...) The word 'spinster' (which according to Safire's article this week has been eradicated from Britain's English usage) dates from the 14th century and by the 17th meant single working broad...and finally in the 18th an unmarried bitty.
Word rant... i know... i know... still, we're grilling din din ...I'm manning the coal.

From Nehama [brilliant stuff from that Marcusito brain]...(at least once a year in every major mailing there's somethin' worth reading):

[Hannah: Truly this is for you, ain't no bigger Dubya fan than Anne Oakley herself...in the City. Date. You, me and a pint of fat.]

WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT TO TURN ON THE TV AND HEAR ANY U.S. PRESIDENT, DEMOCRAT OR REPUBLICAN GIVE THE FOLLOWING SPEECH?
My Fellow Americans: As you all know, the defeat of Iraqi regime has been completed. Since congress does not want to spend any more money on this war, our mission in Iraq is complete. This morning I gave the order for a total removal of all American forces from Iraq. This action will be complete within 30 days.
It is now to begin the reckoning. Before me, I have two lists. One list contains the names of countries which have stood by our side during the Iraq conflict. This list is short. The United Kingdom, Spain, Bulgaria , Australia , and Poland are some of the countries listed there.The other list contains everyone not on the first list. Most of the world's nations are on that list.
My press secretary will be distributing copies of both lists later this evening. Let me start by saying that effective immediately, foreign aid to those nations on List 2 ceases immediately and indefinitely. The money saved during the first year alone will pretty much pay for the costs of the Iraqi war.
The American people are no longer going to pour money into third world Hell-holes and watch those government leaders grow fat on corruption.Need help with a famine? Wrestling with an epidemic? Call Germany.In the future, together with Congress, I will work to redirect this money toward solving the vexing social problems we still have at home. On that note, a word to terrorist organizations. Screw with us and we will hunt you down and eliminate you and all your friends from the face of the earth. Thirsting for a gutsy country to terrorize? Try France, or maybe China. I am ordering the immediate severing of diplomatic relations with France, Germany, and Russia. Thanks for all your help, comrades. Bon chance, mes amis.
I have instructed the Mayor of New York City to begin towing the many UN diplomatic vehicles located in Manhattan with more than two unpaid parking tickets to sites where those vehicles will be stripped, shredded and crushed. I don't care about whatever treaty pertains to this. You creeps have tens of thousands of unpaid tickets. Pay those tickets tomorrow or watch your precious Benzes, Beamers and limos be turned over to some of the finest chop shops in the world. I love New York .
A special note to our neighbors. Canada is on List 2. Since we are likely to be seeing a lot more of each other, you folks might want to try not pissing us off for a change. Mexico is also on List 2. President Fox and his entire corrupt government really need an attitude adjustment. I will have a couple extra tank and infantry divisions sitting around. Guess where I am going to put em? Yep, border security. So start doing something with your oil. We are tired of the one-way highway.
Immediately, we'll be drilling for oil on our own land- which will take care of this country's oil needs for decades to come. If you're an environmentalist who opposes this decision, I refer you to List 2 above: pick a country and move there. They care.
It is time for America to focus on its own welfare and its own citizens. Some will accuse us of isolationism. I answer them by saying, "darn tootin." Nearly a century of trying to help folks live a decent life around the world has only earned us the undying enmity of just about everyone on the planet. It is time to eliminate hunger in America. It is time to eliminate homelessness in America . It is time to eliminate World Cup Soccer from America . To the nations on List 1, a final thought. Thanks guys. We owe you and we won't forget. To the nations on List 2, a final thought: You might want to learn to speak Arabic. God bless America . Thank you and good night. If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English, thank a soldier."

back from the stratosphere...

Well this is fun...
Dad just bought a record player and we are currently dusting off the 80s...(yes, that's right The 80s). My mom keeps wondering how I know the lyrics to Abba, Neil Diamond, Air Supply, Bonnie Tyler, The Sting, the theme from the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Stix, Cindi Lauper, Frankie Vallie etc. etc. she's convinced it's from my fetal days... (guess there's a theory to playing Mozart to fetuses and that I have a very scary ability to memorize songs). Still, so what if I know all the words to "I'm all out of love" and i'm not a German foreign exchange student? and if i actually like Abba over hmmm... Kelly Clarkson. Strike me down, ladies and gents...disown me...i'm going back to big hair and big shoulder pads...
i'm joining band with the gays...
let the 80s reign.