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23 today. The oldest I've ever been, but it still sounds frighteningly young.
Current Mood:
sleepy sleepy
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Did you know that the swirling smoke from a cigarette follows the same as-yet-mathematically-undefinable pattern of chaos as ocean waves? That's the only reason I smoke, I swear. Empirical research. I sacrifice for science.
Current Location:
work
Current Mood:
busy busy
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RUMSFELD JUST STEPPED DOWN!!!!!!

No matter what your political affiliation is, you can't help but love that.

Current Mood:
ecstatic yaay!
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walking home from work tonight, the rain was so fine that I could only see it falling through the umbrella-shaped patches of air lit by the streetlights. the drops were so numerous and delicate that I didn't feel each impact, but instead walked in a fine, misty gauze. the umbrellas seemed like blasphemy.
Current Location:
22nd floor, center of the universe
Current Mood:
sleepy sleepy
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Current Mood:
curious curious
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ganked from Timmy a long time ago:

Tell me three things you've always wanted to ask me. I'll do my best to answer truthfully and completely. After you're done, post this on your journal.

Current Mood:
nerdy nerdy
Current Music:
Tom Petty in my brain
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1. Overtipping, even if you radically can't afford it, is always a good idea. There's something close to magic in the way that parting with a few extra dollars can make a cab driver's, or waiter's, or whomever's day, not to mention your own. It's a human gesture, a way to tacitly recognize that you see someone as a person and not an automaton for your convenience.
Everyone in NYC seems to have the same thousand-yard stare, y'know, the sort of bored mask that people wear in elevators? Even something small like overtipping can momentarily break that wall. And, at least for me, in a city full of strangers those hundred tiny human contacts are what keep me sane.

2. Even if you hate dogs, there's no way around loving a pug dressed as a court jester.

3. I derive a certain voyeuristic pleasure in standing naked, in the dark, in front of my 22nd-floor window. You can see the world, no one can see you...I feel a certain sense of detachment up in my ivory tower, but at the same time get a sense that I am very much a part of those twinkling lights. Mm.

4. In related news, underwear is overrated.
Current Mood:
bored bored
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okay, this is something that's been bothering me for a while. how on earth can a magazine called "high times," which features on the cover a saucy-looking woman clutching a giant clump of weed in her fist, be able to be sold openly in every nyc newsstand? I thought that the government sent poor, hapless minorities to jail for selling, owning, or thinking about the "sticky icky."

anyone know that particular legal loophole?

Current Mood:
curious curious
Current Music:
typing, clacking, and other industrious noises
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Song lyric from "Paranoid Android" (Radiohead): Violent, Sexual, or Both?

"When I am king, you will be first against the wall"

I can't decide.

Current Mood:
working working
Current Music:
radiohead (in my head)
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I love New York. I love everything about it. I love the artificial day created by the streetlights, I love the subways with their chaotic mixes of rich, poor, and broken people all pressed into the same space, I love the salty taste of the cigarette in my mouth as I walk the last block towards home. It is home now, I think. When I walk into my apartment (drop the bags, tear off the hat, give a long, satisfied sigh) I feel a rush of endorphins knowing that this infinitely tiny little section of the city is mine.

It was nice going back to Wesleyan. I danced like mad on friday and drank like mad on saturday, and enjoyed very much seeing beloved and much-missed friends. I'm glad I went also because I think being there confirmed more thoroughly that I have moved past my college life/mindset. Being in such a familiar place with an entirely different context... I felt at times like I was playing the role of the triumphantly returning alum rather than actually living it. Reading the lines, knowing the cues, but in the end walking off stage back into real life. Okay, enough with the extended theatre metaphors.

But I guess it's true when they say that you can't go home again. Or, maybe the home you return to won't be the one you left. I have a feeling that Wesleyan's seen the last of me for a while.
Current Location:
bed
Current Mood:
calm calm
Current Music:
"Calendar Girl," Stars
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