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April 27, 2005
So fresh, so clean
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, yeah!
What's that you see? Why, I do believe it is a bank of new sparkling new washing machines and dryers, recently installed in the basement of my building. It's a revolution in cleaning, replacing as they do the old washing machines (one of which was contractually required to be unplugged and another which was similarly required to be filled with stagnant, stinking water) and the old dryers (only the rightmost upper dryer actually dried clothes in one cycle).
I've got my Oxy clean stain remover, my Tide with a hint of Downey, and now I have some bitching new washers and dryers. I am SET!
Posted by Jen at 07:38 PM | Comments (0)
April 23, 2005
Not to start a trend of openmouth gawking at the celebrities I pass, but I definitely walked past Dennis Leary on Broadway today.
He's really tall and has gloriously highlighted hair.
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April 22, 2005
Boldly going where no Picard has gone before
So, I think I stood next to
Captain Picard on the 1/9 going uptown last night. Okay, maybe I didn't, but it was a man who looked a LOT like Patrick Stewart but with a rounded chin. He was wearing a natty blue suit, and shiny brown shoes. He was reading the New York Times. I read the back of the page he was looking at, and casually glanced over my shoulder at him every five or six seconds, cleverly concealing my intent by signally via my intent frown and inquisitive look that I needed to ascertain what stop we were at. Even when we were in a tunnel.
Whether or not he was Captain Picard -- and I choose to believe it was -- I had butterflies in my stomach all the way from 79th Street to 110th.
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April 11, 2005
Red of nose and warm of heart
My nose is sunburnt and there are raw spots rubbed on the top of my feet from the first sandal-outing of the season -- it must be that spring is upon us! And that, friends, is a fact worth celebrating.
I spent the weekend in D.C., catching up with, among others, the lovely Debbie and the marvelous Katherine. Debbie has a fantastic, giant new apartment with a whole sunroom-slash-guest bedroom, so I stayed in luxurious surroundings. The weekend was a lovely exercise in seeing old friends and reuniting with the longlost, and in soaking up the sun that did such damage to my nose, cheekbones and scalp. I was a lovely two days, filled with sunshine, trees in bloom, flowers perfuming the air, and all the lovely D.C. nooks and crannies I used to call home. Blake, who had spent Friday in New York, may be coming to Washington Heights next year for a grad program -- so with any luck I will be seeing a lot more of him! I got to meet up with Kevin in Dupont Circle (in fact, I blame him utterly for the scalp burn, I spent too much time talking to him and Jim in the Circle watching the flag dancer and swing dancers and the various other flamboyancies). It was wonderful to see him again after so long -- and yet have it seem as though it hadn't. As Kevin and I agreed, people don't change, which is why it can be so gratifying seeing old friends.
And why, despite 24 years experience that mean I should know better, I have a burnt nose to remember my trip by.
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