29
Jun 09

Strange Neighbors

We have this vociferous airshaft neighbor.  Sometimes she blasts music and sings in Spanish (badly) at the top of her lungs.  Sometimes she has a girlfriend over and they chatter loudly for hours.

And sometimes she screams and moans for seemingly no reason.

MB said one night she was moaning and saying, “No, stop, no, stop.”  Of course he assumed that someone was hurting her.  Another neighbor called out, “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she said, turned out the light, made noises like she had left the apartment, and proceeded to start moaning again.  MB said it seemed like there was no one else there.  I heard it myself sometime later.  It was pretty disturbing though she was clearly alone.

Last night she turned on loud music and proceeded to scream.  Not horror movie scream, but scream like she was in tremendous pain.  We looked out the window and saw her lying on her couch with her feet propped up, totally alone.  The screaming was intermittent, but still blood curdling, like she was really being hurt.

I wanted to yell out, “What the hell is going on over there? Are you okay?”  But she was clearly there all by herself, kicking back.

Who lies there with their window open screaming at the top of her lungs?  Of course your neighbors are going to think you’re being murdered.

It didn’t last too long, maybe 30 minutes, but if it happens again, I think we’re going to have to say something.


30
Mar 09

A live-alone-and-like-it kind of weekend

At the last minute, MB decided to go to this conference in Chicago. He was hesitant at first because of finances, but then he got paid for this consulting gig, and I encouraged him to go. I knew I’d miss him like crazy, but he hasn’t been to a conference in so long. Plus it’s a good opportunity for networking.

I didn’t have a lot of plans, just a photography outing with YP on Saturday. The theme this month was “self-portraits,” one of my bright ideas, which was hard to do, especially for someone with short arms. Neither of us were too enthusiastic, and ended up taking just a few pictures. Last month’s theme of “food” was better.

Aside from that I ran a bunch of errands: Whole Foods, the drugstore, the Container Store, the Asian grocery store. Dropped off laundry, cleaned the fridge, cleaned the stove. Got rid of my old shredder finally. MB has a smaller one so we definitely don’t need two.

Did some reorganizing using my purchases, folding mesh cubes, from the Container Store. I love them because they’re flexible so you can squeeze lots of oddly shaped things in them (like shoes), and if you’re not using them, you can just fold them up and hide then away. But I always forget how to refold them. It’s like origami.

Worked on homework a bunch. For Collection Development we have this annoying subject analysis assignment. For the library of our choice, we have to map out all the subject headings, including Library of Congress of Dewey Decimal classification, and then rate then according to the ALA codes in terms of depth and intensity.

I’m just going to wing it in terms of the ratings – I mean, who’ll know if they’re correct or not? – but I’m being a stickler about the LC headings. Do I dare say that I’m kind of enjoying looking up all the headings and subheadings and assigning neat little numbers? I guess that’s why I signed up for this gig in the first place.

My Thursday class, People Centered Methods and Design, is cancelled this week since we had an extra class earlier in the semester. Last week’s class was good. At first I dreaded it because I thought we’d have to present our projects again, but the professor just gave us feedback on the reports we had handed in earlier in the week.

Early on I was really doubtful about my project. Everyone else’s was so artsy – a dream archive with dreams depicted in sketches, creating an interface for a repository of digital photos, some type of exhibit in which the person would be attached to various strings and people could pull on those strings, which I guess demonstrates phenomenology, which I’ve only recently begun to understand as having to do with not just thinking or existing in a vaccum (“I think therefore I am”) but existing in the context of a “universe,” reacting to and acting in that universe, and in relation to other people (I know: hunh?).

In comparison mine was so pragmatic: creating a resource, like a wikipedia, to help people to learn corp speak and corporate language, skills that one must have to succeed in the corporate world but which are never acknowledged (only “good communication skills” in a general way).

But I think the professor actually likes my project. He gets exicted when we talk about it while with the others he either sort of rolls his eyes, or presses people to be more specific and concrete. In the beginning he was like, “Go with it!” to the people with artsier projects, but I guess since they are still so abstract, he feels they haven’t progressed as much.

This weekend I also did some reading at the NYPL. It’s out of the way from my place, but I love the quiet of the reading rooms, unlike cafes where people are yakking and there’s coffee spillage and crumbs. Nearby is the International Center of Photography. One of the exhibits there now is Weird Beauty: Fashion Photography Now, which was, needless to say, very weird but also fascinating. It’s funny how you can see those photos in a magazine and think, Whatevs, but seeing them displayed together was really interesting.

MB is back tomorrow. Yay!


24
Oct 08

Please stop the music

I’ve written that now that MB is in music school, we’ve been going to hear a lot of live music. Mostly it’s been fun. We’ve heard folksy stuff, jazz, and of course his classmate’s metal band.

Wednesday night that band was playing again. Last time they were in Brooklyn in a very mellow bar. So mellow that for the first half of the show, there were hardly any people in the audience. But it was still fun. This time it was in Brooklyn again, but it was anything but mellow.

First off, for some reason we have a really hard time figuring Brooklyn out. We’ll HopStop a place, and it’ll show us some crazy route involving two or three trains when we could have just taken the L somewhere and walked.

But even walking is not direct. Wednesday night I swear we ended up walking all the way down one street just to cross to the street parallel and walk all the way fuck back in the other direction! Twice we did this! And me in uncomfortable shoes.

The show was supposed to start at 8:30, but they made us wait outside for at least an hour. And it was freaking cold. I had my winter coat but was still chilly. Plus my feet, grrr! When they finally let us in, I expected to find the place packed, but it was half empty.

Then more standing around, listening to this mediocre reggae band. Luckily MB had brought us earplugs cuz that shit was ear bleedingly loud. With the plugs it was normal. The band wasn’t bad, but the lead singer was such a faker. Sometimes he had a Jamaican accent, and sometimes he sounded like he was from New Jersey.

The finally, FINALLY, around 10, MB’s classmate’s band started to get ready. But of course that took at least half an hour. My feet were hurting more and more. We sat for a while on the edge of this platform but it wasn’t super comfortable.

So the band was fun but they didn’t sound as good as the first time we heard them. Part of it was the sound. One of the guitars and the bass were really loud, but MB’s classmate’s guitar was almost silent, you could only hear part of the drums, and the lead singer kept coming in and out. As soon as they were done, we were outta there.

We’ve decided we’re way too old for this kind of thing. How old? The club was 18 and over, and some girls waiting in line couldn’t get in. (The band members are 17 to 21, and a had a shitload of little groupies.) MB and I – 34 and 36, respectively – were laughingly out of place. But I don’t really care about that. It’s more like no more schleps out to frigging Brooklyn on a week night to stand outside in the cold in uncomfortable shoes and then hear music that’s just okay.

Tonight we’re hearing this jazz/disco/house improv group. Now *that* should be interesting.


02
May 08

Friday mishmash

Last night we saw Iron Man. It was very cool.

Robert Downey, Jr. is the man. He totally made the movie. Also, the action was nicely spaced out. MB would prefer 2 hours of nonstop fight scenes, but I liked that the middle slowed down a little and built up to a good finale. The only thing I didn’t like was Gwyneth Paltrow’s character, who couldn’t decide if she was a smart, efficient assistant, or a ditz in stilettos.

There were some good previews too. What looks promising: Prince Caspian, The Incredible Hulk, and You Don’t Mess with Zohan (in a stupid way). What looks bad, unless the payoff is very very good: The Happening. What’s up in the air: the new Indiana Jones. That came last and compared to the other trailers, it seemed quiet and old-fashioned. But who knows. Either way, lots of movies to see this summer.

We got back very late and didn’t get to sleep till 3. Tired again.

Tonight there’s a birthday party – the girlfriend of one of MB’s friends. I’ve met her once and have no idea how old she is. I know his friend is about 29, so she could easily be 10 years younger than me. Yikes! I think I’ve mentioned that MB is little more than 2 years younger than I am. I don’t think about it when we’re together; it’s more like we’re the same age. But then I think about it, and it’s kind of hot. ;)

This weekend the theatre near us has midnight shows of Alien. We are so there. I’m psyched because I’ve never seen it on the big screen. In fact, I’ve never seen any of the Aliens on the big screen.

I’m finally officially all moved into my new place. Tuesday night MB and I went to my place, and threw out a bunch of last minute stuff, including a few big pieces the new tenant doesn’t want. Luckily MB was there because I wouldn’t have been able to bring down the shoe cabinet, coffee table, and surprisingly heavy microwave. We were done within an hour.

As we left I felt a little sad. After all that place has been home for the past three years. I got to know my neighborhood and neighbors. The old guy who ran the antiques store next door, the Chinese lady who ran the laundromat and with whom I sometimes chatted in Mandarin, the young guy at Le Pain Quotidian who served up my mochas on the weekends.

While MB’s neighbordhood is cooler and less stuffy, I will miss lots of things about my part of town. The Park especially, being just a few blocks away. The plethora of delis and bagel shops. The chain clothing shops (so I’m not so cool).

There must be delis in MB’s neighborhood, but I’ve yet to find where I can get a standard coffee and bagel, instead of some fancy schmancy pastry and too expensive Americano. There are clothing stores in his area but they are all super expensive boutiques.

What I won’t miss in my neighborhood is the very expensive laundromat. $3.50 a load! MB’s is just $1.50. I didn’t even know I was being ripped off. I also won’t miss the people, who are mostly snooty high-rise dwellers with BMW-like strollers or else lots of plastic surgery (sometimes both). The LES neighborhood is more of a mix – hipsters, long-residing artist types, Indian families, Chinese families, and people like us.

Another good thing about MB’s ‘hood is that people tend to want to hang there more. It’s a challenge to try and get people to come uptown. Plus now I live near YP, yay! We are basically on opposite ends of Houston Street.

The end of a single girl era. Three years was quite enough time to get to know and love myself again, and to explore life and what I want to do. I’m ready now for whatever happens next.


31
Dec 07

A quick and final 2007 post

So glad I took the day off today. My entire team is out, including my boss, though knowing him he’ll probably be sending bullshit emails all day and late into the night. Loser.

MB and I saw more movies this weekend. Sweeney Todd, which was pretty good, though Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham-Carter can’t really sing, and The Orphanage, which wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be.

Yesterday ES came into the city, and so we, MB, and YP all had dinner at Spoonbread. First time meeting the friends! It was pretty relaxed and fun overall, though I was a bit nervous. It’s the first time I’m introducing anyone to my friends since my ex. Crazy.

ES stayed over, and this morning we hung out with SB. Ellie was at her grandparents’ so we missed seeing her. At the same time though, it was nice to be able to have a peaceful meal and catch up without a three year old demanding attention or throwing food.

This afternoon I’ve been watching the Anthony Bourdain No Reservations marathon. Excellent! Now I’m totally hungry.

Tonight MB and I will be bar hopping in his area. Since neither of us drink – I’ll probably have one or two – it’ll be fun to observe all the drunk idiots. Maybe I’ll bring my camera.


14
Dec 07

More holiday shenanigans

Last night was MB’s company holiday party, to which outside guests were not allowed, but later was a different party for MB’s industry.

No ice breakers here, just many drunk white people attempting to dance. His world is different than the ones I’ve been occupying for the past several years. My work world is very conservative, and the majority of bars and clubs that I’ve gone to recently have been gay.

So to go to a straight bar or club or party throws me. Why are these guys looking at me? I keep wondering. Why are they hitting on me? Why is everyone dressed badly? Why can’t they dance? We didn’t stay long.

Yesterday we had a bit of a snowstorm. It basically all melted anyway, except for apparently on rooftops.

This morning as I walked to work from the train station, pieces of ice and snow started falling all at once for almost entire block. Some were quite large, like the one that smashed against the roof of a car. I had to literally take shelter under an awning, along with dozens of others, waiting for the sky to stop falling.

The MB and I will attempt to see I Am Legend tonight. Hopefully we can get tickets.


10
Aug 07

Tempest in a teapot

So I think I’m pretty much over the job thing. I did tell my boss – which is our company policy – and now he seems very keen on trying to get me a promotion. If I got a promotion and a raise, I could probably stick it out for a couple of years while I get my MLS.

The news is all about the rain. On Wednesday I went into my subway station as usual and hopped on a train that was just sitting there. A few incomprehensible announcements later, the conductor finally said the 4/5/6 wasn’t running at all. Now you tell me. I went outside and caught a bus. Painless.

I didn’t really get why so many trains shut down. I kept thinking, It’s just raining, right? Am I missing something? I also had no idea there were tornadoes in Brooklyn. Crazy!

Today it rained again and it was all over the news. For God’s sake. Another painless commute for me.

Caught up with Top Chef last night. Too bad Sara got booted. She and Dale were so cute together! Howie came off like such an asshole. He just railed into Sara out of nowhere and for seemingly no reason, except to save his own ass. When she said goodbye to everyone, he did look sort of upset.

Wow, quite an unexciting post. Rain and TV.


02
Aug 07

The blogging blahs

I’ve been kinda busy, but I don’t feel there’s much to write about.

Monday night I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Got into bed at 10:30 but then was wide awake. After about 45 minutes, I said screw it, got up, and watched the new episode of Anthony Bourdain’s show. Shanghai, China. Of course it made me really hungry. By the time I fell asleep it was 1. :(

Tuesday night I saw Hairspray with YP. It was very entertaining. At first I thought it was such a dumb idea – a movie based on a musical based on a movie. Yeah, yeah, The Producers was done that way too, but that doesn’t make it a good idea. But I thoroughly enjoyed the new Hairspray.

It was funny cuz when I got home, the original version was on TV. It was interesting to see how much darker, sexier, and more tasteless it is in comparison.

Wednesday morning I had my *fifth* interview for the position I started interviewing for last week. It was with the coworker I disliked, but she was perfectly pleasant during our talk. We spent more time gossiping about old colleagues than actually interviewing. I should find out tomorrow.

That afternoon I finally worked out. I hadn’t since Sunday. Afterwards I was exhausted and starving, and so ended up picking up a burger and onion rings. Bad bad. Also finally got my laundry and dry cleaning, which have been languishing for weeks.

My dry cleaner, who is Chinese, will be going to Hong Kong for about 10 days. Her father died recently. I said I was sorry, and suddenly she was talking about it like crazy, how she almost didn’t see him before he died, how she was at his bedside when he passed, how his heart stopped, then started beating again for 10 minutes, enough time for all his children and grandchildren to gather.

I felt bad for her, but at the same time, my laundry stuff was really heavy, my burger was getting cold, and I had to pee in the worst way. But obviously she felt like talking.

Got another workout in just a little while ago. Tonight YP and I will be going to an En Vogue concert, the original line-up I believe. Tomorrow I have off. Woohoo! ES will be in town.

I’m so tired of this weather. The worst is getting ready in the morning. By the time I get dressed, I’m sweating bullets. Waiting in the subway station is especially bad. Can’t wait for chilly fall.

I guess I did have stuff to write about after all.


19
Jul 07

Giant Blast Rocks Midtown East, Anna May Hears Nothing

You may have heard about the steam pipe explosion that occured on 41st and 3rd yesterday, which is a block away from where I work. It wasn’t terrorism but, as Mayor Bloomberg put it, “a failure of our infrastructure.” One person died and about 30 were injured.

The sound of the explosion has been described as a deep, unending, thunderous roar. Tons and tons of steam and dirt and debris blew up into the sky like a geyser, and everyone just started running, looks of panic and fear on their faces.

I, on the other hand, HEARD NOTHING.

I was at the company gym, and it seems none my fellow exercisers heard anything either. True, most of us had our headphones on and were working away on noisy machines, but you’d think someone would have heard something. Though I guess there’s no reason to panic.

I found out what had happened when an announcement came on. Getting home wasn’t too bad. It’s a mile and a half, which I’ve walked many times. Tons of people were walking and having trouble with cell phones. I was able to make a couple of calls, SB and my mom, who had no idea what happened, prompting an infuriating conversation:

Me: Did you hear what happened? There was a pipe explosion. But I’m walking home now.
Mom: What?!? An explosion?! What?!?
Me (screaming over passing firetrucks): A pipe explosion! On 41st and 3rd! But I’m walking home now!
Mom: What?!? You’re walking home?!? But it’s so late!
It was 7 pm. Me: Silence, rolling eyes.
Mom: What happened? Which building exploded?
Me: Not a building! A pipe!
Mom: Which building?
Me: No! A pipe, a pipe!
Mom: What?
Me: I don’t know! Watch the news! I just called to tell you I’m okay and walking home now!
Mom (finally getting a clue): Oh, okay! I’ll watch the news!
Me: Okay! Bye!

Jeez.

This morning I didn’t even bother trying the subway, but walked to work and showered at the gym.

All of this reminds me of when that house on Park Avenue exploded last summer. I was about 10 blocks away and again heard nothing. Guess my iPod works well.


18
Jul 07

Southern hospitality north of 59th Street

I don’t think of where I live in Manhattan as being very hip. It’s home to yuppies, young couples with giant strollers, or old, blue blood, longtime Upper East Siders.

But for some reason Justin Timberlake has chosen my area to open his new restaurant, Southern Hospitality.

Last night I happened to walk past it, though I don’t usually walk around there. My grocery store is one avenue north of me, but all I needed was a box of couscous so I headed to the Korean deli on the avenue south of me. The last time I went there was about six months ago.

As I walked two girls were practically up my ass trying to get to the restaraunt. Of course at the time I had no idea what was going on, only that something was. “We just missed it!” they cried.

I didn’t see a thing except a guy all in black with an earpiece standing importantly outside, and a lone paparazzo. From the outside, the restaurant seemed unfinished, or at least closed, so I didn’t think anything could be going on. Guess I was wrong.

So now my area has a claim to fame aside from the #1 International Farmer’s Market – where I got my couscous last night – which was featured in Time Out New York a few weeks ago.