I finally listened to my copy of "Radio Archival Oddities Vol II". It's a whopping 5% women! You let me down WFMU! I would have expected something closer to 10%.

I having been reading bits and pieces of a book from the free table: Among Friends by Letty Cottin Pogrebin. There is some good stuff in it. I think she's great in regards to the sex with friends business (mainly because I agree with her). Once you do it, you aren't mere friends anymore, "and no amount of theory or rhetoric will make it so." We need friends and friendships, do we really need more lovers? Sometimes I feel like I am the only person who thinks this!

And then there's the "My husband'wife is my best friend!" line. I dunno. BEst friend has connotations of BFFLYLAS!!! that I can't quite shake. (And nor do I want to). Best friend chatter is girlie talk complaining/gossiping about

1) Men
2) Menstruating
3) Make-up
4) Australian romance novels

(I will be willing to admit that number 4 might just be me.)

Maybe this is related but ooooo I hate the term "fuck buddy," it creeps me out, in a way that "moist" and "napkin" unnerve others. I also hate hate hate babymama and babydaddy. I prefer to say "wife" or "husband"? (Ho ho ho). Bur seriously, to echo the others of The Mommy Myth when did we switch from being mothers to moms?

Did I also mention I replied to my HS reunion invite with a big NO. (Alas no "No way!!" option).

I have also written a real letter to one old friend, sent a friendster invite to another, and am about to email another, so I guess I am doing okay-ish on the maintaining ties thingy. Maybe I should email my Jersey pals. (In a sad "I am too broke to seee you next weekend" sort of way)

My elephant is going to be red, with red glitter trunks! Ha ha! It's taking a l o t longer than secret birthday present project did.

That WNYC guy keeps playing LOTS AND LOTS of Sondheim, and no one in this house like him!! But Company rooooolz! Grrr!

I applied to the Goldsmiths Alumni society. I wrote that I have been umeployed since 2001, maybe I will get pity points. Maybe I should update my undergrad info and tell them I haven't had a real job ever so stop asking for money. Fuck it, I am feeling saucy, I think I shall!

I have realized that I can divide the world into two types of people. People who I would like to knit a toy for and people who deserve to be stabbed in the eye with my knitting needles. I am not sure which list is larger. I think a large proportion of ILX posters will get the stabbing treatment.

I read the new Vanity Fair on Thursday. The Jackie article was okay, I guess. Was the Jackie chain-smoked revelation supposed to be shocking? It's not like it was a state secret. (Which reminds me of that The Kenendy Curse book, where it listed various Kennedy deaths as as example of these horrible things. Well dying from cancer tends to happen if you've been chainsmoker [rather than, say a gypsy curse]) Also, check out that Shriver family portrait (with just one of their children, Maria.) Ai-yi-yi! Eunice Shriver looks like what Dorian Greys portrait in the attic must have looked like. And Maria still calls Sargent "Daddy"? Eek.

And celebrity trial groupie Dominic Dunne (it was more fun when John Waters was the one attended all the high profile trials!) writes about Martha.

ha ha ha Well, at least I'm not the only one who thinks Amanda Hesser is totally dippy.

Oh man, I am listeing to the version of Tommy now-with-added-LSO, and ugggggg. BAD BAD BAD. Lets add a choir and some strings! We are '"serious" now! If there's no Ann-Margret, I don't want to know about it. And Jesus Christ Superstar really is a better rock opera about a Christ figure. The lyrics of Tommy often have "LOOK AT THE JESUS SYMBOLISM LOOK LOOK" written all over its forehead in a Sharpie sometimes, whereas JC has yummy leitmotifs and Judas being resurrected.

So one of our neighbours is going to the Paramus IKEA (and actually is part Swedish) and I SO WANT TO GO. Since I'm stuck in a twin bed (sob) I can now get wacky bed linens. Hello childrens section! (And, uh, cheaper than queen size!)

Oh wow, the Darlene's menarche episode of Roseanne is on. I remember being mortified when it first ran.

I took two knitting books out of the library OOOO secret knit project in the work!!

I drove a real car today.

Why do I watch ER? It totally sucks.

Why do I keep forgetting to buy half and half so I can make tofu curry?

I read this today: "Cake is to Jews as cocktails are to WASPs." It's so true! I would like some booze now, plz.

So I'm watching an old(ish) PBS biography about Hank Greenberg (don't ask). (Wait, is it because it's April that it's on?) And so, it's the 1935 World Series, and then all of a sudden they have Michael Moriarty!! And I'm all what? Is he just a fan, Alan Dershowitz style? But NOOOO apparently his grandfather is someone famous in baseball circles. Well! Why do people not tell me things? I guess this was filmed before he moved to Canada and got a little unhinged.

So after my "make mayo from scratch? that's crazy talk!" blathering, I was browsing knitting sites and found... underwear patterns!! Why don't I knit stockings! Or a basque! With garters!

Yeah yeah yeah.

I finished Cooking for Mr. Latte (Sidenote: why do I finish the three week books before I start the two week ones? Bad idea, surely.) It's kind of... dippy. I know I read a review of it somewhere (in one of my lady magazines?) that was less than nice. I just don't relate to people who make their own mayonnaise. Also, the "my grandmother uses cheese from the supermarket and doesn't grind her own pepper, but she's a good cook!!" tone brings out the "suck my canned food loving dick, lady" response in me. And her friends! Manhattan residents who consider Brooklyn not New York are just destroyable. I mean, hey, it's quicker for me to get to parts of Brooklyn than it is the UWS, so screw that (ha ha yes even now; I'd still be taking the PATH). And one of Ms. Hesser's friends is Ginia Bellafante. ACK! Remember that severely stupid article in Time about the death of feminism in 98, 99? Dear god. Also, didn't she write a NYT article about not dating men who wear backpacks? Can you really take such a person seriously?

And I don't like the illustrations at all.

I took out Sextrology from the library; I wanted to see how it compared to Martine's 70s classic Sexual Astrology

So allegedly I'm supposed to be a vain, diva-ish size queen with a father fixation who wants lots of presents and is into married men. Well. Martine said I was shallow and easily won over. Oh, haha and vain, too. And flattery will get you into my pants.

I will let you guess what's accurate and what isn't.

I also went grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. Yuck! All I wanted was nuts and tortillas, and it took me half an hour to find any! Grrrr. There seemed to be so much... meat. Processed meat in big boxes. I saw a (an??) Hasidic couple checking out a six pack of Smirnoff Ice, and I nearly asked them to hand me a bottle. That shopping wore me out! I'm sticking with Shop-Rite, thanks.

Ha ha Jersey City on Law and Order. But is it really JC? I haven't been paying attention.

Also, I am not exactly happy with this Briscoe spin-off business.

Oh, and did I mention I had a sexxxxxy L&O:CI dream? You know it's cause I read In the Cut!! Also: I had really bad bruises on my shins in the dream, I don't know why. And then I woke up at 5 am, and for a minute had no idea where I was.

"It's across the river, it's a cab ride away" What, the PATH's not good enough for you, Miss Southerlyn? Bleh. Between that and her posterchild for postfeminism posturing on the other night's rerun, ooooo do I have a hate-on!

I just watched a National Film Board of Canada documentary from 1973 about dancers. Oooo. I know I showed be all excited about Norman McLaren animations but, hello! Fit man wearing only sheer underpants. ROWR.

Plus, I heart artsy 70s clothes!

wheeeeeee, my little computer is conencted to the interweb, yay wireless cable modem access.

No more stupid AIM express, it's iChatAV time!!!

I drove on real roads today, with yellow lines and everything. and two more lessons next week.

I hate the feeling when everyone is just ga-ga over someone, and you don't click. "Blah blah blah is sooo awesome" Person k says to me "well, I guess but she is never super nice to me" I think to myself. Also related is watching people gush over a person, and you think wait is it just me? And then you find out from people you really like that that said person is really horrible or that your best friends can't stand her/him either. This happened in college all the time. Also, magazine X calling critic Z sexist and then reading people describe X writers as humourless feminists is soooo annoying, considering anytime I have met an X writer, they have been funny and engaged in conversations with me whereas writer Z can talk right through me and never introduce her/himself. God forbid a person has social skills.

I read "In the Cut". It's a short little book. But was this supposed to be super violent and with extreme sex, or something? I did not sense that. I mean, the violence seemed on par with any other crime novel, and the sex seemed failry normal to me... and it didn't make me throw the book away in disgust! Unlike SOME authors (some? I mean all! Maybe it's just men! Maybe I just HATE HATE HATE the way male writers write about sex)

what is going on with all these weirdo comments???????

Anyway

Why oh why did I suggest to my mother the possibility of renting All That Jazz?? (Only $9.99 at Best Buy!)

After reading the Fosse bio, that film is even more crazy than I realized! I love messy autobiographical confessionals.

Anderson Cooper is Gloria Vanderbilt's son???? And the feminist writer Barbara Walker is also Barbara Walker of knitting fame??? Why does no one ever fucking tell me anything????

Oooo the Social Security website has lists of most popular baby names. In 1990 my name was ranked 502 and in 2002 it was 61. GRRRRR. AND I STILL CAN"T FIND PERSONALIZED CRAP IN TOYS R US SO WHAT IS THE POINT???

Ha ha the landlord's son has gone up from 915 (1990) to 63 (2002)

But the name 'rosemary' has fallen in popularity. Well!

Hi everyone! I finally remembered (i.e. looked up) what the URL for updating this thing was.

I read a Bob Fosse biography this weekend. It was good except it could have done with some better editing. For example, did his sister marry a man named Demos or Dimos? And World War II ended in 1945, not 44, I do believe. And 11th grade English exams drilled into my brian that the phrase is "try to" not "try and", and if we weren't allowed to write "try and" NEITHER SHOULD YOU, Mr Gottfried, ok???