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Friday, August 31, 2001
Check please.
Can anybody tell me why my "links open windows" checkbox doesn't work? I think I did it right (it was just a straight copy-paste from the page at Blogger.com), but it's just giving me a headache now. Sigh. Next: re-load the archive pages with the new template; apply new template to all the other boring pages floating around the site; add links to all those pages from here. Whee. Endless geekery.
Posted at 04:46 PM | Comments (0)
Are you just waving? Or drowning? It's so hard to tell with you so far away.
I don't know why I picked such a maudlin song lyric to open this post. I'm not thinking about that poor old lady anymore. I'm actually quite happy to have a nice shiny new template. So what's new in my life since April? I still haven't finished that CD for Arturo in Chile. Oops. I bought a PowerBook G4 and I'm still paying for it (thank you Amex). I've developed an unhealthy obsession with Kirsty MacColl (mostly thanks to David who reminded me about her on his site). Gail O'Hara is working on a Kirsty tribute to coincide with her (erm, Kirsty's) birthday in October; I can't wait.
I've been taping the Farscape marathon on SciFi all week. So geeky of me! But the sexual tension between Crichton and Aeryn -- it's so excellent. Most of the episodes seem so corny, but I think my sci-fi-high-water-mark might be set too high from watching too much Buffy.
Now playing: the new Stereolab LP. I'm sort of surprised that I like it. I lost interest after the divine Emperor Tomato Ketchup. Hotly anticipated: St. Etienne singles compilation. Even though, uh, I already have every single song on it. Also hotly anticipated: New Order's new album. I actually got a copy last night but this morning it was nowhere to be found in the apartment... the bf must have gotten his dastardly fingers on it.
Posted at 04:28 PM | Comments (0)
Have you forgotten? Have you forgiven? Tell me, are you living just a little in your past, every day?
I pass by this lady every day on my way to work. She's always walking west on 9th Street, I'm always walking east. When I started walking that way, four years ago (God, four years), she was this fiesty older woman, head in a headscarf, huge gold earrings, Hermes bag from who-knows-what-season-decades-ago, charging about town with a granny-cart full of groceries or rolled up rugs or art supplies. Too much makeup, headstrong, walking quickly, but sort of frail, and always by herself. Now she wears a battered overcoat (once stylish, still kind of interesting but dirty and moth-holed) and walks with a metal cane, favoring her right leg. Her makeup is horrifying, like Baby Jane, and her headscarf is always crooked and twisted to one side. She walks impossibly slowly. Her dyed hair has grown out 5 or 6 inches of roots. She makes me sadder than anyone I've ever seen. I want to ask her if she needs help, but this is New York and you just can't do that here. When does the self-sufficient independent become the lonely loner? When's it going to happen to me?
In possibly cheerier news, I am uploading a slight redesign today (whee, CSS) and resurrecting this site from the dead.
