Blizzie

It seems only fitting my three-week hiatus end on the day of a blizzard, when I am trapped inside.  Yesterday I drank Poinsettias – basically a mimosa, but with cranberry juice instead of OJ—to get threw the blizzard. I holed up with my cousin drinking and playing an amazing crazy cat lady game I got for Christmas (Should take that as a sign?) Last night we had the best blizzard meal—FONDUE, also just one of my favorite meals in general, next to Mac n’cheese and buffalo chicken.

We woke up this morning to the frightening prospect of having to do something other than watch sitcoms, with the internet and cable out. Just the other day Jen and I started fighting when we didn’t have the next season of 30 Rock on the queue.  

We decided to divert ourselves with a walk to survey the damage after finding out that there was severe flooding and fires in town.  I couldnt embed teh video or slide show, but they are worth a watch. Luckily we didn’t have the fires where we are. We also couldn’t watch the news to figure out what was going on or watch silly field anchor people get blown away.  Don’t worry I brought my flip cam, I’ll put the NEWS BREAKING FOOTAGE together later on today.  Needless to say the whipping snow felt like little blades but the beach look amazing – in a violent storm kind of way. Then my sister and I carried a very large piece of driftwood home for mum, who seems to really like driftwood and all things ocean. We figured out it was about .8 miles, but hey LETS ROUND UP because my arms are sore and call it a mile. To tide you over till you get to watch my video I googled ‘cats AND blizzard’ and found this. My cats should feel lucky I don’t make them prance around in the snow for the sake of entertainment….yet.

Caturday!

It’s CATURDAY - the first official Caturday of my blogging career. I have to specify that, because for me, everyday is Caturday.  There are a few big announcements that go along with this: I will be starting a tab of only cat videos; I might as well embrace my obsession, right?  Also, there will be pussycat character coming soon – it isn’t even in production yet, just creative development, but it will likely involve dressing up my balding cat, Gladys.

            Gladys is a really special cat (I actually just wrote ‘special person’ and had to delete it, because she is a cat-not a person). Gladys is the embodiment of  “her bark is worse than her bite”. She has been known to growl when held against her will or not permitted to eat pasta and other Italian cuisine. I personally haven’t heard of Italian cats. I know Egyptians and leopard print lovers held felines in high regard - oh, and people with barns and mice.

            Now it seems everyone has to have cats in their life. That  ‘has’ means they are forced to – how can you even avoid them on the internet today? I recently got into to a Twitter fight (how lame) with a dog lover Cats vs. Dogs and how, technically, there is more demand (according to he stats on what is searched online) for dogs even though there is a lot more kitty content. First of all – DUH. Duh that there is more content, I mean. You see, puppies are cute and maybe amusing sometimes, but not hilarious. Cats are hilarious because they do far more random things than a dog, and are far less predictable. Don’t get me wrong, I like dogs too, but they just aren’t as interesting unless it is a real life dog that is your pet. For example, below I’ll post two pictures, and you tell me which one is funnier, even though the content is similar.

 

            Maybe it’s just me, but the dog just looks endearing, or stupid. The cat actually has a personality here, and it isn’t a submissive one. First of all if you going to dress your cat up as anything, it is best if it is a touch undersized – not in the inhumane way, but in the same way that Disney shirt is too small for the big guy with his belly hanging out.

Now I wanted to round out the post with some Cat harmony-but there were actually a number of videos like this one- the challenge was to find one without horrendously obnoxious music (Goes to show the taste of some of us cat lovers)

Morning Television

I was cursed with watching The Regis and Kelly wig-a-thon  I don’t know what they are actually calling it- but, I can only take so much of it. I actually just googled it – apparently they’ve been doing  ‘Wig Out’ for a while. Oddly enough, if you google image search all you get is this gem, very Little House on the Prairie, but the one with Regis and Kelly is pretty demonstrative of what my morning horror was-even though its of their High School Musical Halloween costumes

Aside from this my morning tell vision experience was, over all a good experience, despite my unsuccessful attempts to find real news. I got stuck on America’s funniest home videos -who can resist a baby in a toilet? I especially liked the bird attack series; it really brought me back to my childhood. My babysitter used to take us to feed the ducks and killer geese when we refused to watch any more television, and I fell victim to the vicious beasts. I don’t have footage of that fateful day, unfortunately. I even tried to google “goose attack”, “baby AND geese”, and “when geese attack”, but I couldn’t any replacement goose/geese attack videos.  My sister can tell you I have a knack, or at least a passion, for interesting searches.

This week I also got yet another rejection for a job a applied to, that I actually was qualified for.  Obviously, I have gotten pretty tired of the rejections and I have vowed numerous time to get rich and buy the companies I was rejected from, which would result in a pretty interesting and dynamic acquisition. If that happens, I plan on giving a speech just like this one, so they are as confused and potentially miffed as I am that stupid person has a job and I don’t.

Braided Wigs images from Boston Herald

Post Turkey

Officially in the Holiday season-no, fuck that- CHRISTMAS SEASON. Also known as when people get chubs because of all the treats. What makes it worse, at least for me, is that its also unofficial high school reunion season. In my town A LOT of people come home, we bread townies like no other. While I have come to terms with my townie-ness I’d like to at least be a hot townie, which is a challenge since I can barely afford the gym membership I have and never use.  So, obviously I’m thinking of alternative way to GET FIT (sorry I just feel like that needs to be shouted, sort of like my Freshman year roommates name).  First idea: extreme Christmas decorating-it sounds silly, I know, but totally doable in a house full of Christmas freaks. I’m sweating just thinking about all the trees and mantel and banister decorations. I am still working on other ideas but here is a really helpful workout video. I do it with cats.

This is how I still feel about lobsters....

I am from Boston and I have only ever consumed lobster already out of the shell. I can't help it, I am one of those people that names them.

Quickie Quip

I saw an article in Health magazine on how to have a quickie. Let me summarize for you:

1.     Do Some Smooching

2.     Keep Your Clothes On

3.     Change the Venue

4.     Think NC-17 Thoughts

5.     Narrate the Action

Those are the actual subheadings in the article. Now, for number one, of course I’m gonna smooch. Foreplay might not be necessary for guys, but hello…it just won’t be pleasant for the lady if she isn’t turned on. Unfortunately, this is something a lot of guys seem to be oblivious to. I think changing the venue is the nature of quickies. I am more concerned with the narration and NC-17 thoughts. I should think your mind is already in the gutter if your about to have a role in the hay, and if you’re about to fantasize about something other than what your doing-there are bigger issues you should address. Narration (i.e. dirty talk) is subjective. I get the whole point of these tips is to make it more passionate more quickly, but I think maybe choosing some, not all, I can’t imagine choosing exhibitionist venue-like an office maintenance closet- go well with loud narration. Just sayin’.

I think being physically fit would be far more beneficial, especially if your resorting to sexual encounters in inopportune places requiring contortionist-like skills and freakish strength.  Now, that might sound unlikely, but your really not going to be prepared, you can’t do a bazillion crunches like you might before the date you expect to sleep with someone for the first time. I suggest doing yoga, and working on your triceps and your thighs. Now, this could vary because I already have freakishly strong shoulders. But ladies, I guarantee you’ll need to either be on top (thus the legs) or hold on to something (thus the arms). You all know what yoga is…but here is are two tricep workouts – from health.msn.com. If you don’t know how to do squats or run up and down stairs to work on your legs, cut off your legs.

Scaredy Sesame Street

Just a quick Halloween treat from Best Week Ever. These creepy costumes are nothing compared to the spoon costume I made for this Halloween.

Playing the Part

So, get excited…I got a job interview. I’m still not sure how I pulled it off. It is at a company that does branding, marketing/advertising, pr and promotion—you get the idea. Well applied for a job as a media planner, and no I had no idea what the hell a media planner’s role was at the time. My best friend works at this company, has been there for a year or so—but it buddies with one the executive people in the ‘branch’ I was applying to. Clearly my hesitancy with the lingo demonstrates how much I belong in this world. So despite having no real idea what it was—aside from a lot of social media knowledge and marketing, I applied.

I feel like right now in creative fields-or pseudo creative fields in cool work environments you either have to be a nonchalant genius—ala Mark Zuckerburg in The Social Network—or completely look the part even though you might be incompetent—like Olivia on The City. Now my sister’s initial fear when I she heard I saw The Social Network was that I would think it would be easy to become a bagillionaire. FALSE, now I know you have to be a fucking genius

and you are not really allowed to look to cool until you are forty. So I would have to wear plain grey tees, levis, and old sneakers—which might be endearing on a guy, but definitely not on a woman. Anyway, I’m going with a happy medium for the interview, which I magically obtained through a slammin’ resume that I made look like recipe cards (a play on the ‘kitchen’ in the company’s name) and the fact that my friend brought my resume to HR.

I am going to look cool…that is my strategy. I hear the company is very laid back, but very trendy, and they want you to be an individual, which means I can ear leopard print, always a plus. I gots a camel colored just-above-the-knee skirt ( plus a back-up black pencil skirt), a creamy loose blouse, and gorgeous brown, leather pumps from Nine West. No I just need a slammin’

necklace or a scarf—that’s not cream or beige, got to break up the palate. So, I am going to look the bomb diggity and cram on the company like the freshman before exams. I think it’s an A+ strategy.

The other think was start following pertinent people/blogs on twitter and in the blogging world. One that has actually turned out to be really interesting is mashable.com, which has “social media news and web tips”. I had come across this blog a few times before when I was googling tips for figuring something out with twitter or blogging, but it is so much more. Plus, he posted something on the Internet and cats. I can’t help who I am, but if you bring cats into anything, I’ll find it interesting.

Beware: The Toasted Lap

So, a week ago I went to NYC to visit my BFF (I love acronyms). I had brainstormed a post on the train—having very little access to the internet even though the mofos said they have internet on the Acela. LIES I tell you, LIES. Regardless, I found my brainstorm recently, so sorry for the delay, one person that reads my blog.

First it says ‘Phelps case’—this a came across through twitter stalking Perez Hilton if I remember correctly is an upcoming supreme court case—Snyder v. Phelps—between the father of a dead Marine (Snyder) and Fred Phelps, a Baptist pastor, who led a protest at his funeral/burial. The protestors carried signs like “You’re going to hell” and “Thank God for Dead Soldiers”. In the words of our favorite you tube star—is this real life? “These people ought to be so thankful to us, says Phelps, regarding the message he and his followers send. We should be thankful to him for making su aware essentially. Snyder sees it as harassment—in the video I gave you a link to he says it is, in fact, less about Free Speech than harassment. I don’t know all the facts—but it doesn’t seem to me that your message, Mr. Phelps, is very well expressed with slogans like that, and if it is take your hateful self back to Kansas and preach to people that want to be preached to. What made this news even crazier to me was that I heard about it alongside a new health scare—TOASTED SKIN SYNDROME—everyone hide yo’ family.

Now, I know it sounds like it involves shoving your hand in a toaster but it is actually even less believable than that. It is caused from having a hot laptop in (guess where!) you lap! Toasted lap syndrome I can relate to because DAYUMMM my computer can heat up. There haven’t been many cases reported but for some reason it was considered newsworthy enough to be on my MSNBC podcast.

If I have excited fear in your hearts and caused you to throw your laptop in the bathtub—be careful, we don’t electrocution on top of the toasted lap epidemic—have no fear. Look what I found for you on amazon!—a ‘laptop cooling heatshift pad’.I personally chose to take the risk of toast lap since I don’t have $30 to spend, but if I did—well, I still wouldn’t buy it. BUT if it was given to me as a gift and I couldn’t possibly return it I would bedazzle the edges and heat it up with my laptop and give to my cat to sleep on.

Win a date

Did I mention that I am blessed with the ability to watch the Ellen show every day? So my world has been open to the magic of magic and education videos like this one, which taught me that my relationship with my cats is completely healthy, despite what my sister says. I also plan on cleaning my baby’s the same way, because there will be no baby-daddies. Realistically, it is probably ideal, because the baby is clean, but hasn’t been too sheltered from germs since dogs also lick their butts with their tongues.

Another great thing Ellen is doing as the 10^th most powerful woman in the world on the Forbes list (where they could have used a better picture—hello! She is a cover girl!)…Sorry, I got a little distracted…anyway, she is bring people who need love together, namely by having a dating contest for Tony, the DJ on her show. Obviously, I am entering it, for a few reasons:

1. I am single

2. I watch Ellen every morning

3. The world of Ellen seems to be where people go to make rainbows happen

4. I want rainbows

5. And I have slowly fallen in television love with Tony

I am single and I have no full-time job.

So here are all the questions I have to answer—and let me tell you I plan on winning, the questions is how outrageous can I be, or am I better of being normal/outrageous.

Interests:

* Hobbies:

* Hidden talents:

* Allergies:

* What's the best date you've ever been on?

* What's the worst date you've ever been on?

* Favorite TV show:

* Favorite romantic movie:

* If you were an animal, what would you be?

* If Tony were an animal, what would he be?

* What's your favorite thing about Tony?

* Why do you think you're the perfect woman for Tony?

* What would you do on your date with Tony?

* Can you dance?

* What did you do last night?

* Complete the following sentences: I would never be caught dead _______.

* Complete the following sentences: I have a huge ________.

* Complete the following sentences: I hate it when guys ____________.

Hobbies and Hidden Talents--that is a challenge, as I have so many, but they are so hard to demonstrate. But I am thinking I’ll be honest about hidden talents: finding things, dressing up like animals, sing-talking, and slingin’ booze. As for hobbies, they seem to be pretty related but maybe I should show that I am not a dope so I’ll say Shakespeare, speaking Spanish, and getting leashes on my cats. Allergies—well I’m allergic to everything in nature, but I don’t know if that is necessary to share. The best and worst dates—some I truly can’t share—woof! The worst might be the blind-ish date at a Chinese food restaurant with a guy I men online who turned out to be balding, and that is just the tip of the online dating iceberg. And best date, I would say performing song and dance medleys to show tunes and Disney music.

Now favorite TV show, obviously The Ellen Show, but I’d like to add a little more spice to that—say a little Man v. Wild or Cats 101. I can’t bullshit about my favorite romantic movie-hello-Pride and Prejudice, but I think it’s important to show that I am lighthearted—so also The Newsies, because I grew up with romantic feelings for those boys.

We would both have to be cats, but maybe I would mix it up and replace house cat breeds with wildcat breads—I also just like the sound of ‘badger’, so maybe I’ll throw that in. And without question, aside from his laugh and penchant for appearing in crime shows, I love how humble and shocked he is about how great his body looks in photos no matter how many times Ellen shows it. This appreciation I have is partly why I am the perfect woman for him, I could tell him how beautiful he is everyday, and since I am currently only work part-time at a liquor store, I have the time to dote on him and give him the attention he deserves, including protecting him from birds and dancing whenever he plays a song.

For our first date, though I am old fashioned and think the man should plan it, Ill throw on some pants and begin by wooing him with Spanish in the limo on the way to a restaurant like Orchid, in LA, where I can feed him steamed dumplings and sing him heart wrenching ballads. It also asks, as you may have noticed, if you can dance—to that I say “Hullllooooo?” “Yes, whether you like it or not, playa!”. The answer to the next question about what I did last night is a but troubling. I sang to my cat in front of the fire drinking wine while my sister videotaped it, I don’t really think I need to go further. Something most people probably wouldn’t be caught dead doing, but I can’t help who I am. More likely, I would never be caught dead without leopard print on, in some form. It isn’t so much that I wouldn’t want someone to do it, it just isn’t likely to happen. Following that, I can say “I have a huge” obsession with leopard print. But maybe I’ll go more along the “I have a huge cat” route, because he is as big as a dog. Now the last one is a can of worms, “I hate it when guys…”—I hate it when guys do most things, but mostly, I hate when the don’t sing me to sleep, is that really so much to ask?

Mac n Cheese? or Patatas Bravas?

On a quick break from my dread drawing class so I opened up my computer, this article, What's your favorite meal, was on my homepage (the international cnn.com). Yeah, we all know what our favorite meal is, but if it was your last meal, what would it be. The idea is more interesting than the article itself, but what a grave question. I suck at making decisions anyway, I guess that means a can't commit heinous crimes in states with the death sentence. SHOOT! I would probably be safe anyway, I generally stick to stealing toilet paper from unsuspecting retail stores.

As for food, I don't know if I would go international for my last meal, but I think I would really want to fuck with them, and ask for something outrageous and it would have to be cooked as part of an Iron Chef competition, the mystery ingredient: badger. I would prefer some other random food, but I cant think of one of the top of my head. Ill have to watch the Planet Earth series to learn about some species that are in really hard to reach places. Maybe just bat, hell, that can;t be easy or pleasant to catch with all that shit everywhere. Realistically, I would want everything covered in buffalo sauce with extra blue cheese on the side.

Last meal

1. Buffalo Chicken (boneless for consumption speed and to maximize meat intake) with extra blue cheese

2. macaroni n' cheese. NOT stauffers--that is dumb and too think. A shit load of Kraft, preferable princess shaped. Aunties Annie is also passable. Best is probably velveeta (which everyone hates for some reason) and shells. I'm also going to need some wieners to go with it.

3. Patatas Bravas--this is a link for those of you that don't know the Spanish way to the Irish girls heart.

4. Purple Cow ice cream with peanut butter sauce (Purple Cow ice cream or yogurt is black raspberry ice cream or yogurt with chocolate and white chocolate chips--Wikipedia)

Okay, there is a lot more where that came from, but this fatty don't have time.

My friend got a job, so I am going to be a Ninja.

My best friend got a job, and believe it or not, I am happy for her. But it's hard not to be filled with self-pity. So hard to be happy for other people, when you're bitter by nature.

But NO! I was not going to let this bring me down. I was also further motivated by the people we encountered celebrating her new job, by people I mean townies. I am just not ready to be there.

So, I re-start a half-hearted job search via craigslist. The job hunt has been slower since my last internship ended, I know that doesn't quite sound right, but I actually am busier. I tend to over compensate, like men, insecure about my own lack of job I am taking four classes, working at the store, and I have an internship in town. But things are looking up.

I get a little intimidated applying for jobs that don't directly pertain to my interests or degree. I have applied to some marketing and PR positions, after the encouragement of my sister, but know I wasn't qualified. But today is my day...I found a job as a JAVA Ninja on craigslist. JAVA as in coffee, right? I love coffee, I might even go so far as to say I am a connoisseur. In addition to that I love ninja, now I don't claim to be samuri level, but I took two karate classes in high school and I love sneeking up on people. I also generally wear black and karate chop people in front of me in the grocery line. Match made in heaven.

"Everones here are sweating"

Enough with the five-part plan!! I’m thinking this right now in my art history course, one of those courses I am taking so my brain doesn’t die. It is pretty frigid in here. It always is, but especially so today, since the sweat I was covered in when I got here has since frozen to icicles (Yah! I am being dramatic). I was sweating for a few reasons:
1. I am a sweater- not a woolen garment knit by a grandma, but someone that sweats a lot, like an Italian.
2. It is incredibly humid outside and I was driving around frantically for an apartment spot since I was late.
3. I had already been sweating because I got ANOTHER parking ticket (I realize you don’t know the history, but I’m bitter needless to say).
4. Prior to that I had my vagina waxed off by a Russian, something that would induce sweating in anyone. Plus, I rushed there because I had taken forever trying to find quarters for the meter. IRONIC.

I hadn’t been to The Russians in a while (interjection, the guy next to me keeps staring). The Russians are the waxers, just to clarify. Apparently there are three; I thought there were two. I go see Irene when I want it over with. Irene can do the whole job in 10 minutes—which is intense, and not for the faint of heart. Oksana treat me like a baby. It can take 20 minutes but she chats the whole time. I know all about her kids and her conflicted emotions over the youngest ones 13th birthday party. Today I had someone new—Lubya. I should have known it would be could since her name was so close to labia. I’m sorry; did I take that too far? Anyway, Lubya is a big lady, who at first resembles a prison warden with makeup, not unlike the new coach on Glee. Not only did she do lamaz breathing before she ripped each strip off. Lubya also guess I was a Libra and told me that it must have been a hard year, since the year of the tiger is hard for people born the year of the rabbit. WHAT! Free fortune telling come with the Brazilian, I am IN. Then, as I flipped over so she could wax my backside, she asked if I worked out, “You can always tell the one’s who do”. That was after she gave me a towel with the consoling statement “Everyones here is sweating, dun worry”. The rest made up for that, especially when she said she wished each one was like me, because the pairing of Libra and year of the Rabbit means I’m strong with a lot of endurance, which might account for all the sweat.

on post grad life

First of all, my brain works a lot slower. Just in the past 15 minutes I spent 5 thinking of how to write post- grad (post grad...?) and 2 minutes deleting and replacing the space in a lot. I thought I had done well trying to prevent my brain from dying, but aside from my ever diminishing vocabulary, I have also lost all mathematical skills (but I never really had those anyways), and obtained the equivalent of a full course load even though I'm not enrolled in any full time program. I am taking two art history courses at a university in Boston and two art classes at the local art center in the town over. Did I mention I live with my parents?

I had my first drawing class tonight, 6-9, three nice long hours of drawing circles and squares. I understand, better than a lot of people, that you have to start somewhere. What really got to me was the repetition, and the scrape of chalk, and the 60 year-old woman who thought she was hilarious. Enough with the side remarks! You are not Ellen Degeneres! You do not have her wit just because you watch her show (she mentioned she was retired). I envisioned this woman as the cool girl in high school/college and this his her first class since college so she immediately reverted back to that behavior, feeding off of the idea that everyone wants to play with her and she has an audience to please. Ufffffffff. Aside from this woman there are four other 60 year olds, give or take a few years, three girls in high school, one 45 year old woman who is 'advanced' so she draws separately, and then me-smack in the middle. The teacher is a sassy, experienced instructor who had us begin by going around and introducing ourselves, after a few "Well, I have an empty nest" and "I recently retired" it was my turn:

"Hi, I live in the next town and I just graduated from college"

clapping

haha..yayyyyyy mee

"I don't have a job because I majored in English and studio art, so I am filling in my free time"


Then there was no clapping, but awkward silence and chuckles and I was that girl that might be a little bitchy...but, I felt like I was in a support group...something that might be fitting if you ask any of my family members who have experienced the wrath that ensues when I have to much free time (thus classes).

Anyway, aside from getting frustrated trying to draw boxes, I learned that it is even harder for old people to draw boxes, which made me happy because I was getting a head start on box drawing and I wasn't 60-yet.

Life of a Post-Grad

First of all, my brain works a lot slower. Just in the past 15 minutes I spent 5 thinking of how to write post- grad (post grad...?) and 2 minutes deleting and replacing the space in a lot. I thought I had done well trying to prevent my brain from dying, but aside from my ever diminishing vocabulary, I have also lost all mathematical skills (but I never really had those anyways), and obtained the equivalent of a full course load even though I'm not enrolled in any full-time program. I am taking to art history courses at a university in Boston and two art classes at the local art center in the town next door. Did I mention I live with my parents? So that would a small art center in a small suburban town.

I had my first drawing class tonight, 6-9, three nice long hours of drawing circles and squares. I understand, better than a lot of people, that you have to start somewhere. What really got to me was the repetition, and the scrape of chalk, and the 60 year-old woman who thought she was hilarious. Enough with the side remarks! You are not Ellen Degeneres! You do not have her witt just because you watch her show (she mentioned she was retired). I envisioned this woman eeeas the cool girl in high school/college and this his her first class since college so she immediately reverted back to that behavior, feeding off of the idea that everyone wants to play with her and she has an audience to please. Ufffffffff. Aside from this woman there are four other 60 year olds, give or take a few years, three girls in high school, one 45 year old woman who is 'advanced' so she draws separately, and then me-smack in the middle. The teacher is a sassy, experienced instructor who had us begin by going around and introducing ourselves, after a few "Well, I have an empty nest" and "I recently retired" it was my turn:

"Hi, I live in the next town and I just graduated from college"

clapping

haha

Getting Smarts

I have had this blog title since April, seeing it as a quaint little project as a post graduate while I searched for jobs and/or grad schools.

Apparently I procrastinate just as much in school as out of it, and it isn't as though I have been exceedingly busy. I fill my time with reading books the way some people eat...so fast you wonder if they have even tasted their meal, or gotten it in thir mouth, judging by Pollack like splattering of crumbs on their chins and laps. I, likewise, devour books, and then add them to the stacks around my book case. My library hasn't been containted to my book case since I got it in fifth grade. Despite all these book I read, I don't feel very very smart (lets not even talk about the fact that I still feel this way after four years of college)

About three weeks ago this same idea hit me, that Iw as dumb and all, so I went into Borders (gag, and don't tell my family, who shops exclusively at amazon for everything...we'll get there later). ANyway, I went into Borders and did some browsing for intellectual stimuli so I could get smart. I browsed...passing by the romantic comedy books and mystery/suspense new releases, nothing new was up to par. I ended up leaving with Ovid's Metamorphosis and some of his erotic poems, some softcore classical porn that causd my mom to raise her eyebrows at...needless to say I actually can't find them now, and she is the prime suspect, ever the prude. So I have a few books like this that I consider projects...Ovid of course, Harry Potterand the Half-Blood Prince in spanish (Harry Potter y el misterio del principe). I put in some of the books I have read in the past month that are worth mentioning...

Extremelly Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
The Italian Lover, Robert Hellenga
The Blood of Flowers, Anita Amirrezvani
The Thin Place, Kathryn Davis
A Heartbraking Work of Staggering Genius, Eggers
People of the Book, Geraldine Brooks
March, Geraldine Brooks

Peace and pickles
morrie