tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16087493886398999352012-02-07T01:52:49.085-05:00musical intervals relate the space between two notes. they are described as major, minor, augmented, diminished, or perfect. our lives are made up of intervals. we are always in the midst of one but only time allows the quality to resonate. lovestephstephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.comBlogger2741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-79126852998388316172012-01-10T22:03:00.008-05:002012-01-10T23:16:07.149-05:00

there's something about potters - ceramicists, that is, not growers of pot - that resonates with me. when i go to the studio, because i'm there on a weekday afternoon, 70% of the potters are heavy set, retired white ladies in their 60s, 70s, and 80s. and while i used to feel a little uncomfortable around them, i've come to really adore and admire them and feel a part of their community. after all

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-76955919897675911612012-01-09T23:51:00.004-05:002012-01-10T00:33:53.110-05:00

it's monday, close to midnight, and i'm buzzed. highly uncharacteristic. i've got that woozy, spinny feeling. like the walls are undulating ever so perceptibly. and i'm lying here in bed marveling at how nice it is to be lightly drunk on a monday night. wondering why i don't do this more often.oh yeah... because alcohol jacks up my sleeping, and then i feel like hell the next day because i've

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-7053668419938940072012-01-04T23:31:00.004-05:002012-01-05T00:13:47.160-05:00

i have a date tomorrow. but i'm already in love.it's with an apartment in my neighborhood. i've been watching it now - one might say stalking it - for about a month, and while it was undoubtedly love at first sight, my obsession with it has actually increased.years ago, a local friend of a visiting friend pointed it out to me on the street. "i want to show you guys this apartment," he said. we

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-41915102222881581362011-12-30T01:09:00.007-05:002011-12-30T02:25:31.831-05:00

almost two decades ago i took a personal stand against the new year's resolution. A of all, mine were always the same - lose 5 pounds; brush my hair neater (or just brush it); be nicer to mom and dad. B of all, i always forgot about them or violated them within days, sometime hours, of the new year. clearly. since they were always the same year after year. C of all, what a bunch of stupid

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-74438344308484885662011-12-06T20:20:00.003-05:002011-12-06T21:33:11.239-05:00

today was a good day. a really good day. so good that i feel like writing in this oh so withered blog.i've always disliked the word genius, and came to loathe it after apple made it even more objectionable by so entitling all the very average joes behind the counter of their tech support bars. never once in my many (4) years of heavy macbook woes - from random little malfunctions to more serious

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-46385745903744759992011-10-11T23:29:00.007-04:002011-10-12T00:42:12.115-04:00

hmmm. so it has been a while, yes? my increasingly sporadic blurblogging, which had attenuated to nearly nothing compared to when i first started this blog before my 4-month china stint, has altogether stopped for a couple months now. my random ponderings that used to find their way into either a blog post or my journal entry have evaporated into nothing more than passing thoughts; my rants and

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-30491828478713529802011-07-31T14:21:00.001-04:002011-08-01T01:24:27.552-04:00

yesterday was the first time i've ridden my bike in a few weeks. during my first two years of commuting to work and all around nyc by bicycle, i had many scares, but no real close-calls. certainly no accidents. this season has been a completely different story.a few weeks ago i had my 4th accident of the season. i had just watched a beautiful full moon rise in its golden serenity, and on my way

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-62316677235639930262011-07-05T00:33:00.006-04:002011-07-05T01:02:19.221-04:00

it was kind of a perfect 4th of july. the best i can remember in eons, and all because i:- discovered the most beautiful tomato on my first ever tomato plant- picked fresh mulberries from a tree one block from my house- sat in the community garden across the street and enjoyed the tall, lush trees- hung out with my neighbors in our back patio/courtyard and ate a bunch of delicious summery/bbq

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-39963910097400121322011-07-04T12:48:00.012-04:002011-07-04T19:43:37.332-04:00

my little lower east studio and lack of outdoor space aren't particularly conducive to expressing the green thumb i've always envisioned myself but never actually proven to have. after years of east village/lower east side denizenship, it was only two or three summers ago that i began growing a couple herbs on my window sill. and even then, it was really mostly basil. like, one basil plant, to

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-17917822377257236872011-06-29T00:21:00.006-04:002011-07-05T00:25:20.459-04:00

a week and a half ago, my best friend from middle school found me, which is no easy feat given that she had no idea where i live, where i went to college, or what i do for a living. if you don't know any of those three additional facts, my name alone won't get you very far, since there are about 8 gazillion hits that come up in a google search. plus, she isn't on facebook and we really don't have

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-21945540962105621682011-06-21T15:12:00.014-04:002011-06-22T00:55:29.650-04:00

these fuzzy little caterpillars are eating my 3 little baby collard greens, and it's really pissing me off! i was looking forward to some delicious salads and sauteed collards, but all i'm looking at now are holes. i didn't even notice the little fuckers until this weekend because they are the exact - and i do mean exact - shade of green as my the collards. but the insects i had assumed to be

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maybe it's the unbelievably amazing weather we've had all month (minus the two scorchers a couple weeks ago when i thought i might die), despite a pretty lousy april-may run. or maybe it's because i had a delicious dinner tonight and managed not to overstuff my greedy little pie hole.perhaps it's because i can feel a cool summer night's air fluttering in as i look out my open window and see the

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-91421654721876225142011-06-13T00:35:00.001-04:002011-06-13T10:34:10.715-04:00

first off, i'll preface this by saying that yes, i'm easily offended.having not seen the first hangover and knowing nothing about it except that everyone on the planet but me has seen it and found it hilarious, i recently agreed to see hangover part II with a friend. but no one warned me i would be slapped in the face by the same, tired stereotypes of asians that i’ve had to watch my entire life

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-64187858144710566782011-05-22T13:22:00.011-04:002011-05-30T13:06:06.888-04:00

i attended my first princess party last weekend: 14 little girls dressed up as... well, to be honest, i can't tell the difference between the various princesses, but the girls dressed as a bunch of famous ones.pink and princesses were never my thing. nor do i recall any of my friends being obsessed with princesses either. has disney's marketing improved that much in the past 30 years? is the

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-10651210862916136972011-05-15T10:17:00.003-04:002011-05-15T10:50:28.866-04:00

one of the interesting parts about my job unrelated to any clinical aspects is that i meet and get to know people i would otherwise never come across or spend any amount of time getting to know. sometimes it's fun, sometimes eye-opening, sometimes disturbing, sad, or hilarious, but always different.last week, i was treating another therapist's patient - and 83 year old man with a pretty

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-21336150794166642832011-05-08T23:51:00.003-04:002011-05-09T00:38:05.717-04:00

it has slowly dawned on me that while i used to think of c-span as uber boring, i've come to realize that i actually love it. first of all, it's great to catch things in the news that i miss during the day, or watch a few minutes of some conference or some politician yammering away. even if i'm not really paying attention some of the time, it's nice to catch some sound bites and find out who's

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-81349194910790026422011-04-22T23:14:00.007-04:002011-04-26T07:30:10.307-04:00

why did i suddenly wake up at 5 am this morning? and why was i unable to fall back asleep, thus assuring that i've ruined what should have been a beautiful and evidently rare spring day?************having now witnessed a bris, with a clear view of the circumcision that took place a mere 5 feet in front of me, i can confidently say that i was completely horrified by the whole ordeal. it doesn't

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-62599120923023149902011-04-21T13:23:00.004-04:002011-04-21T13:36:02.396-04:00

tomorrow morning i have to get up earlier than i have in months. my alarm will be set for 8 am. and that, to me, feels ungodly.tomorrow morning, i'm attending my first bris. it's my new nephew, benjamin, who was born last friday at 7 pounds, 3 ounces. he's apparently pretty mellow, hardly cries, and self-soothes easily. he's so mellow that he falls asleep after two sucks while nursing. they need

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-55007191362159042002011-04-21T12:33:00.004-04:002011-04-21T13:23:52.528-04:00

as much as i like to bitch and moan about the bs that accompanies this whole "working" business, the fact of the matter is i really like my new job. it's actually kind of, dare i say, fantastic. i mean, i probably shouldn't get too far ahead of myself, since every PT job i've ever had i've loved in the beginning. then about a year in, i've started to not just see but really feel the negatives,

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-14566229870492729622011-04-11T22:18:00.004-04:002011-04-13T21:11:37.801-04:00

after 6 gloriously slothful months, i put in a legitimate hard day's work today. i thought my last patient was at 6:30, which it was, but i thought i'd finish sometime around 7:15 and be home by 7:45. alas, once my paperwork was done, i rode home in the pitch black of night, to walk thru my front door at an unappealing 8:45 pm.hungry, tired, and cranky. that's how i'm feeling.so. now's as good a

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-45258743150697951632011-04-04T01:10:00.006-04:002011-04-04T17:04:12.932-04:00

well it finally happened. i had my first bike accident yesterday afternoon. luckily, i'm unharmed beyond a bunch of scrapes, bumps, and bruises, as is my beloved vintage trek.i was minding my own business, riding uptown on the left side of 3rd avenue when some fucker SUV taxi driver decides he's going to make a left turn into me. in the millisecond, i had no idea if he saw me or not, but based

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-73829324729683775322011-04-01T03:20:00.003-04:002011-04-01T03:43:57.977-04:00

yes, i'm actually aware that it's 2011, not 2001, which makes this photo album over a decade old. but my year of travel was before the digital age of today, and as such, all my pix are spread out all over the place. don't even ask me about the negatives.so i decided it was high time to digitize them. my cousin's pregnant (well, no longer, as she just delivered an 8.1 pound baby boy this morning

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-81289396739435668572011-03-25T00:30:00.006-04:002011-03-25T01:51:49.072-04:00

i made the stupid choice to agree to meet up with a guy who annoys me. but since we hadn't seen each other in over 3 or 4 months, and he had self-proclaimed all sorts of monumental changes since we had last seen each other, i was curious to find out if he was a reliable judge of himself. this was the same dude who, toward the end of last year, i couldn't figure out why i continually agreed to

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-33959323771362900522011-03-24T00:01:00.010-04:002011-03-25T01:42:36.903-04:00

on monday, i sat in the jacuzzi after my swim and watched an oafish, fidgety, middle-aged woman pick her nose and eat her boogs. slightly horrified, i couldn't stop staring. i watched her watch the swimmers, and then not two but three more times, she took that thick index finger, dug and angled and torqued it up and into and around her schnozzle, and then popped that finger directly into her

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-52950127434221371562011-03-05T23:44:00.007-05:002011-03-07T02:37:43.876-05:00

while i've never held any illusion that i'm remotely hip or living within shooting distance of any sort of edge - much less the cutting one - i've now become so decidedly unhip, so deeply wedged under a massive boulder, that i'm excited and grateful to stumble upon any little morcel of pop culture that i should but don't know anything about. i'm relieved to suck in that one extra, unexpected

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-32576498194731154032011-02-27T09:27:00.010-05:002011-02-27T17:02:24.395-05:00

i think was around 9 years old when i had my first real crush. he was my neighbor - alex. so adorable. the cutest white boy ever - light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and british, speaking the queen's english to boot. most significant to me, he lived in hong kong most of the year, and was therefore completely comfortable around chinese people, food, culture, even knew some chinese phrases.coming

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-33834585388981615352011-02-25T10:57:00.012-05:002011-02-27T17:29:03.988-05:00

the best parts of my trip were, in no particular order: 1) warmth. remembering what the sun on my skin felt like. not bundling up just to set foot outdoors. wearing flip flops and tank tops. it felt like late summer in new york. 2) discovering the full extent of just how much i adore my chan family cousins, whom i didn't know that well growing up and haven't spent much time with as an

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-31950032363942953952011-02-25T10:31:00.006-05:002011-02-27T17:23:09.037-05:00

the only downside of my trip were that i still managed to get into a spat with my mother on the bus ride back from arenal to san jose. she was annoying me with her second day of incessant marveling at just how skinny, how emaciated the cows were, how they seemed to have so much freedom and didn't they eat grass so why were they so skinny? so emaciated? she had never seen anything like it. she

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-77285811902677238862011-02-24T01:26:00.013-05:002011-02-25T11:41:39.540-05:00

after a (mostly) fabulous time in costa rica, i returned to new york a week ago, and have been reflecting on one of the coolest, atypical trips i've taken in some time. per my usual m.o., i had done no planning whatsoever beyond buying my airline ticket, and because i was so incredibly over the miserable east coast temperatures, i had somehow failed to realize that i was taking an

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-61204380841020120932011-02-08T23:03:00.009-05:002011-02-08T23:59:11.097-05:00

well if it's going to be this effing cold all winter, we may as well find a way to enjoy it. personally, i don't mind the snow (truthfully, i love it), though it does create a helluva miserable mess of filthy sludge for days afterward. still, it's beautiful, and i love that it's simply a part of life here on the east coast. growing up in northern cal, we had to drive 4 hours up to tahoe just to

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-67743815733035721902011-02-06T00:22:00.005-05:002011-02-06T17:15:11.686-05:00

tonight i was a big fat bitch to my mom. my parents have been in town all week, and i while sometimes i look forward to their four-times-a-year, week-long visits, this time i wasn't excited to see them at all.so when my mom called tonight, i felt the rumbling of the bitch train coming to pick me up, and even though i had hoped not to board it, somehow i simply couldn't help myself. before i knew

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-44690666612304000532011-02-01T21:52:00.005-05:002011-02-02T00:34:22.478-05:00

damn autofill.more times than i can count, i've fired off an email to the wrong paul. or the wrong brian. or just somebody else who wasn't the intended recipient of the gory details of my e-drivel. as far as i can remember, i've never written something horribly mortifying that makes me wish i had never been born, but given my track record, i feel it's only a matter of time. this is clearly why

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-71564508163654117262011-01-16T23:05:00.008-05:002011-01-20T19:52:07.593-05:00

i am officially in tv hell.a college friend whom i adore magically swept into town from dubai late last week and called me up to hang out. we talked, we ate, i howled with laughter in the middle of the crosswalk in the freezing ass cold, we bullshitted around and caught up. it was awesome, and then he told me about friday night lights. told me i had to watch it. so i did. saw one episode on hulu,

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-45926450426689010592011-01-15T22:26:00.004-05:002011-01-15T23:23:40.383-05:00

with new york winter in high hear, i am accordingly in full throttle hibernation mode. today, that turned out to be a mistake, since by the time i finally left my apartment in the late afternoon/early evening, it was surprisingly warm. damn those clouds that made me think it was as frigid as yesterday.having made plans to stay in and embrace my hermithood, i turned on the tv a little after ten

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-74145301760035113172011-01-11T11:38:00.003-05:002011-01-15T23:26:42.524-05:00

new yorkers pride themselves on being tough. we have to be tough to survive in this city. we deal with crowds, with traffic, with people who are curt, rude, abrupt, pushy, and who won't back down. new yorkers will fight to get what we need, so don't get in our way. we're fearless.except when it comes to snow.granted, the city did just experience snowmageddon just two weeks ago, and it was - so

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-695114975812775982011-01-05T00:44:00.003-05:002011-01-05T01:25:28.164-05:00

someone really awesome just introduced me to the website grooveshark. it's sort of like pandora, only less user-friendly and not as cleanly laid-out. but it's sort of superior to pandora in that it caters to my obsessive-compulsive side that likes to play one song over and over and over and over again now. you can choose your queue, or set it to a radio function like pandora, where it selects

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-60136283089596409412011-01-01T15:03:00.001-05:002011-01-02T09:50:30.986-05:00

it's january 1st, again.and even though that sort of scares the bejesus out of me for reasons i'm not quite certain of but that probably relate to the proverbial big picture (what have i accomplished in life? where am i headed? am i just sucking up valuable oxygen and leaving a big ole footprint without actually contributing or returning the nurture in some way?), the nostalgia of the year's end

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-42455617527646024882011-01-01T12:31:00.003-05:002011-01-15T23:25:18.834-05:00

1/1/1112:31just happened to look at the date and time. love these crazy non-coincidences and recurring numbers in my life that only make sense in my loopy brain.happy new year. can't believe it's 2011. where do the years go?

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my niece josie is now four and a half. as of yet, she has no other siblings and thus rules her little kingdom. right now her cousins from her mother's side are in town visiting from out of state. i'm still in california at the moment, desperately hoping that my flight back tomorrow will leave relatively according to schedule, despite the crazy blizzard that i'm completely jealous to have

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-19045926203026185052010-12-27T15:14:00.008-05:002010-12-28T00:54:56.262-05:00

being in california can be a little trying. there's something about the familiar experience that causes me to regress to the angsty teenage girl apparently still very much alive inside of me. maybe it's my having grown unaccustomed to the sleepy, vehicle-oriented quality of suburban life, in my childhood home at that. or sleeping in the bedroom that looks like a seventeen year old girl inhabits

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-23239939736378953232010-12-19T23:58:00.000-05:002010-12-20T01:58:16.987-05:00

she just can't help herself. my mother, that is.in the back of my mind, i'm generally prepared for her to say something annoying in any given conversation. actually, in every conversation. maybe she'll irritate me by going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-83712009985001005852010-12-17T18:20:00.006-05:002010-12-17T19:28:19.443-05:00

when it comes to gift-giving, i consider myself to be très incompetente. while i do go through phases now and then, generally i'm not all that materially oriented. i hardly ever shop (groceries don't count - i buy food literally 3-4 times a week) for clothes, goods, or, well, things... i just don't buy them. what would i do with all that stuff anyway? i don't have space to store it, and as it is,

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-35190999783033636992010-12-17T17:21:00.007-05:002010-12-18T10:03:04.142-05:00

i'm obsessed with chinese bakeries. whenever i pass through chinatown (which is quite often, since i live about five blocks away), i can't help but stop into one and pick something up. sometimes i'll grab a whole bunch of baked goods, since everything i like freezes and defrosts well, but some days i just can't resist and have to grab something to have right then.after countless months, maybe

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-60085471786014342632010-12-11T11:45:00.005-05:002010-12-11T12:05:40.611-05:00

one of my former patients is stalking me.not in any sort of creepy-straight-guy way, but rather in a lonely-old-lady kind of fashion. i've slowly been distancing myself from her, taking longer to return her near-daily emails, weaning her off of this psychological dependency she had grown into. but after not returning her last email from 2 days prior, i woke up this morning to find another email

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-78659369183615720032010-12-07T10:09:00.002-05:002011-01-15T23:26:05.835-05:00

a few weeks ago i had lunch with a friend/former patient/adopted grandfather who took me to a small little cafe on the upper east side called effy's. while we were there, my grandpa asked for effy himself, who later appeared and stopped by our table to say hi.effy looks about 25 but could pass for 18. he has a shaved head, beautiful brown eyes, and a baby face with cheeks i kind of wanted to pat.

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-78527080310796936232010-12-06T00:59:00.007-05:002010-12-17T19:39:45.304-05:00

i had the most incredible saturday night. it was absolutely amazing. and if i actually spend the time to write out all my thoughts and experiences during that saturday night, there's a good chance that this entry might be proof that i'm completely certifiable.so suffice it to say that it revolved around how i feel about the magical world, energy and the radiating of energy, and my first

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-75054425295814378882010-12-04T04:19:00.006-05:002010-12-04T05:28:56.334-05:00

caffeine and alcohol are my sworn enemies. i hate them, and i think they may be out to destroy me. unfortunately, i repeatedly fall into their traps.two nights ago, i made the mistake of enjoying a lovely glass of red wine on an empty stomach before a late (for me) dinner at 8. the portion sizes at the restaurant were sensible, which helped me savor my meal and still feel sated afterward. the

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-25228808319184050742010-12-01T00:01:00.003-05:002010-12-04T04:10:51.538-05:00

i haven't felt much magic in my life lately. nearly two years ago, immediately after i had quit my job to take an extended hiatus but before i had left to frolic about in china, i started to notice that everywhere i turned i felt as if i were encountering something magical. so-called coincidences and recurring themes or numbers presented unmistakably and all around me. and when i arrived in china

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-87888021530068969802010-11-26T15:15:00.004-05:002010-11-26T15:41:11.359-05:00

immediately after the story about the flasher who got busted by his victim made the local news, it was too soon to find a decent link online at the time that i posted it on facebook (what i'm really trying to say is that i'm on the cutting edge of breaking news...).now, a day or two later, a proper youtube link is up and running, and you can watch the woman go apeshit on her local subway flasher.

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-46292833863264513982010-11-22T22:22:00.011-05:002010-11-23T02:45:03.322-05:00

even this close to thanksgiving, november continues to deliver fantasmagical weather in new york. today it was a whopping 62 degrees and sunny by the time i hopped on my bike to head uptown. i wore one too many layers and arrived a giant sweatball. when i rode home well after dark, i ditched a layer and had just a T and a zip-up hoodie, which was perfect. and just as i was arriving home, i

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-14426359833982243352010-11-17T00:26:00.004-05:002010-11-17T01:43:47.245-05:00

last friday was girls' night out. and it was awesome. 5 girls, roaming the east village, great tapas, fantastic company, and plenty of hilarity laughing at ourselves... and bitching about gwyneth paltrow.it all started because gwyneth was on tonight's episode of glee, and we were discussing our thoughts and feelings on her upcoming appearance on our beloved glee. i can't stand gwyneth. haven't

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-40009754301365255882010-11-16T00:14:00.006-05:002010-11-16T01:16:23.778-05:00

i'm not sure what's going on with me, but for some reason i've had a lot of fantastically great days over the past several weeks where i'm inexplicably happy, despite having no good reason to be. and in fact, having many reasons not to be. certainly there were a couple days in there when it was rainy and dreary and really cold and it made me feel like i just wanted to shrivel up and die, but then

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-24238043521335517232010-11-13T23:27:00.006-05:002010-11-14T23:18:45.763-05:00

"dude," i told my brother over the phone. "i was on the 6 today and i saw this old guy picking his nose like... like i've never seen someone ever pick their nose before.""what do you mean?" he asked."so he was reading the paper and then suddenly stopped, put it down and just started digging all up in his nose with his second finger. it was so gross - i swear to god, he was up to his second

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-64366639666790039362010-11-10T22:37:00.006-05:002010-11-10T23:46:40.836-05:00

the cold weather comes in waves of warning, then abates a bit, to ease us toward winter. the temps will drop down into the low fiddies for a couple miserable days, maybe dance a bit in the upper 40s, then warm up again a few days later. we get a break, then it dips colder the next time. in january, a warm day will be 25 and a cold day will be 5 degrees. february is hell frozen over.i wanted to

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-48967261983428720492010-11-07T20:31:00.005-05:002010-11-07T22:21:54.099-05:00

while i do love all things npr (well, not prairie home companion), after the fun, entertaining weekend shows like car talk and wait, wait don't tell me! comes jonathan schwartz, who abruptly transitions me from laughing along with the radio to rolling my eyes at his inane commentary. his music selections (mostly jazz, some broadway, and special attention to sinatra) are great, but schwartz

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-3950408917120362972010-10-29T22:37:00.007-04:002010-10-30T00:38:36.276-04:00

the weather is crazy. last friday it was distinctly chilly. then the weekend warmed up, and by monday, it felt like summer again. all week it was in the 70s and i was riding my bike in shorts, flip-flops, and a t-shirt, pedalling over to the malaysian food truck that has been giving out free samples for the past 3 weeks in various parts of the city. or going for a run around the reservoir.

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-91250609858338767172010-10-19T11:48:00.008-04:002010-10-19T13:11:27.669-04:00

mmmm... grilled cheeze sammies never get old. i just ate one, and i wish i had made two.a couple weeks ago, before i broke my 4am-sleep/11am-wake cycle, i was up watching oprah late at night. martha stewart was her guest and after much chatter, they busted out the cookware. it was grilled cheese day. and omg, martha had some serious ideas i had never considered. grilled cheese with jalapeño and

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-23589397717128783862010-10-17T23:56:00.003-04:002011-01-15T23:27:15.099-05:00

where's waldo?what's in a name?where in the world is carmen sandiego?and who in the hell is erika katske?the first three questions i'm ok with not really knowing. it's the last question that i sort of want to know. i mean, i'm not dying to know - it won't keep me up at night if i don't find out. but she friend requested me on facebook (where else?), and honest to god, the name, her face, nothing

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-71027728859799636262010-10-12T11:29:00.006-04:002010-10-12T12:16:22.413-04:00

last night a friend of mine had his bday at a cute, small bar in alphabet city. since it was just birthday go-ers and not some crazy obnoxious, overcrowded club, you could actually hold a reasonable conversation without going deaf or hoarse. good people, good vibe, good volume. my favorite setting. while i was talking with someone and asking him how he knew the birthday boy, the guy informed me

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-44159419768060187032010-10-06T01:33:00.001-04:002010-10-06T01:49:53.407-04:00

so far the past couple weeks of unemployment have been lovely, although i have yet to see a dime from the unemployment office, which is annoying. but they say i'm slated to receive it, so i'm still waiting. and waiting. in the meantime, i'm learning so many things:1) that notion i used to have about needing to work? the one that used to make me tell people that even if i won the lottery i'd still

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-51222197322636019872010-09-29T00:17:00.003-04:002010-09-29T00:34:10.493-04:00

hot was my trip to l.a. this past weekend. like hi-90s, low 100s. the day we left was apparently a record-breaking 113 degrees. most people prefer dry to humid heat (and i do have to admit that dry heat doesn't saturate like humid heat, and doesn't feel as hot), but personally, i hate that feeling of the dry california summer sun searing into my skin.hotter, however, is my gremlin hair-do that

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-36455422363086075242010-09-22T23:37:00.001-04:002010-09-23T01:23:14.806-04:00

as of 3 weeks ago, i have been unfaithful to my profession. i never thought this day would come, but here i am, admitting publicly that i am now under the medical care of... dare i write it here in black and tan... a chiropractor. gasp.as a PT, i have many complaints about chiros. namely, that the majority of them are not to be trusted. i'm not supposed to rip on other health care providers, but

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-34822554947901833322010-09-15T17:39:00.002-04:002010-09-18T10:51:25.465-04:00

exactly one wednesday ago i was laid off. at first i was thrilled, then quickly scaled back my excitement to caution. after all, i had to wait five days before i could file a claim, and i'm still not sure that my douchebag ex-boss won't try to contest it with some bogus argument.although i am completely and legitimately within my right to file for unemployment, i realized i was actually really

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-64824177177819057322010-09-13T10:04:00.001-04:002010-09-18T10:51:59.886-04:00

in an effort to live out loud - a notion that has been with me for the past year or so, and likely the reason i continue to blog despite my little stint in china being too far behind me now - i'm going to write about dating, which is a topic i would normally share more selectively. but sometimes, things are too ridiculous not to go public with, especially when it comes to exposing the full extent

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-20167630675479929272010-08-30T21:10:00.000-04:002010-08-30T21:10:00.133-04:00

by now, if you're not on facebook, you're unlikely to join because you already made the conscious choice to avoid it for this long. i managed to avoid catching friendster fever and then thankfully it died in its tracks. plus, the way i understood it, i think people knew when you looked at their friendster page, and what good can come of that when you can't spy or stalk anonymously?since i'm not

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-40426561441008870612010-08-29T20:29:00.000-04:002010-09-18T10:50:24.079-04:00

as a diehard sampler (or more likely a greedy pig), i am physically unable to decline a free sample of food. a week or so ago, i was doing my near-nightly visit to whole foods to pick up just one or two items, when lo and behold, they were having a tasting of various tomato recipes. 5 different employees from the five different grocery "teams" were offering samples of their own tomato recipes. we

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-91507822602578263232010-08-29T00:35:00.004-04:002010-08-29T01:22:22.254-04:00

today i received several calls and emails from friends - some far-away - and loved ones i haven't talked to in a while. though i sometimes feel lonely, it was a nice reminder that i am not alone in actuality. it may feel that way, it may look or seem that way to me at times, but i know i have a wonderful network of amazing people in my life, and they will support me if ever i should need to lean

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-61909085223515358172010-08-11T19:54:00.005-04:002010-08-11T20:09:28.884-04:00

hey la, hey la, my boyfriend's back.the temperature may finally be cooling down tonight from the miserable 90s to the comfortable 80s, but things are still heating up... because my beloved joshua bell is back in town for the mostly mozart festival.and i. am. psyched!one of my patients who knows i'm burning a torch for mr. bell said she might be able to get tickets for the dress rehearsal on

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-56588723438912441402010-08-11T01:12:00.000-04:002010-08-29T01:13:31.742-04:00

new york recently had an installation art project, sort of like the cows from years back, except more interactive, with pianos placed throughout all 5 boroughs. apparently there were something like 60 uprights, some painted and decorated with whimsical designs, and all had volunteer piano keepers who kept an eye out for rain storms (not like we've seen any rain this miserably hot summer) and

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-21583973631815956612010-08-10T09:18:00.004-04:002010-08-10T10:33:58.433-04:00

in the hottest summer that ever wastwo men took turns with incompetence becausenot one could admit to falling short of the markand each took seriously his contractor larkand oh such a fool i have beento think either one warranted my confidence inthe inner handyman each repeatedly purportedto be capable of fixing my home undistortedso today i prepare for yet another scorcherour 20th day above 90

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-43298316169097142102010-08-05T23:20:00.009-04:002010-08-06T00:05:44.159-04:00

jesus h. christ, this has been a summer from hell. where are the 20 minute thunderstorms to cut the heat and refresh the air? settle the street grit so it's not always rising into my face?august started in june, stayed strong through july, and is off to a roaring start in its true existence. it has been nothing short of an eternal august heat wave. my no a/c lifestyle choice has really bitten me

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-56308231135181351042010-08-02T23:51:00.008-04:002010-08-03T11:48:11.567-04:00

there's something about farts that must be inherently funny. toddlers as young as 1.5 years old laugh about them, every kid age 5 through 14 giggles about them to the chagrin of any teacher, and all high school, college, and even grad students always end up tittering over some stealthy classmate ripping an SBD, a squeaker, or even a little put-put. everyone seems to find them funny......everyone

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-59372700380665499002010-07-29T23:11:00.004-04:002010-07-30T23:07:22.485-04:00

the daughter of one of my closest friends turned two today. izzy is an elmo fan. or rather, a fanatic. she apparently loves all things elmo, and everything about him, from his charming red smile, to his sweet, loving voice, to his furry little body.accordingly, my friend ordered an elmo birthday cake. i didn't have high expectations for elmo's appearance, since the cake was from a bakery in

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-52270145544543763982010-07-28T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-30T01:29:46.223-04:00

lyingon the lip of my ramped rooftopon this wednesday night afteryetanother too many degrees humid dayin my beloved megalopolis/ home /an inhospitable summer that is my favorite seasonnonethelessthe evening island breezecaresses the city/ cooling /panting from the dayand my bangs blurthe orange moonrisealmost complete/ waning /two twilights from fullglowingabove the asphalt arbor architecturea

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-59472612767909460272010-07-25T01:03:00.005-04:002010-07-29T13:25:27.658-04:00

for a city girl (who doesn't work in a hospital), i'd venture to say i've seen a fair bit of nasty shit. nothing horrific, but certainly dissecting a human cadaver over the course of 3 months garners me some credibility in the gore department. for the first few weeks of anatomy lab i would say to myself every day, "ok, what we're doing right now is definitely the grossest thing ever. nothing can

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-2109275295058371072010-07-25T01:02:00.000-04:002010-07-25T10:17:26.334-04:00

in the past 12 hours, two people just pointed out to me that while they assumed i hadn't been posting my little rants for anyone (or no one) to read, they checked this little pearl of a blog to discover that apparently my site feed had stopped working."stopped working" of course is to say that i had accidentally turned the feed off, but myself too much of a luddite to figure that one out my own,

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-26789971042152641902010-07-24T15:18:00.003-04:002010-07-25T01:34:20.052-04:00

alaska, a/cbaskin robbinscold showers, capricornsdairy bell freeze, decemberseco-friendlyfrozen frappuccino grocery storeshobnobs by mcvitie'sigloosjell-okarstslakesmovies, malls, marble floors, mcflurriesnakedomohyoid, ossification (but not of the omohyoid)pools, popsicles, pylonesquantum leap, quadratic equation song to the tune of jingle bellsrainstorms in the summerslushies, slip n'

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-77624663469851085432010-07-24T05:25:00.003-04:002010-07-25T01:34:35.210-04:00

i hate it when......i'm wide awake in bed trying to sleep and the birds start chirping. they're so damn happy and lively, and i'm feeling restless and sleepless and hungry. like right now, at 5:47 a.m. on a fri/sat junction, when it's a bazillion degrees for the 64th consecutive day of a hot as hell summer....it's a bazillion degrees for the 64th consecutive day of a hot as hell summer, and i'm

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-69129704069636058382010-07-22T13:28:00.004-04:002010-07-25T01:37:06.767-04:00

after a recent visit to cali, nyc is home sweet home... but damn it's hot. i'll reluctantly admit that on this recent bay area summer trip, northern cal's weather was pretty flippin' great (minus the frigid 50 degree evenings that left a hundred wedding go-ers huddled together under athletic gear hoodies, patagonia outwear, fleece blankets, and other such normally inappropriate rehearsal dinner

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-45974797912876392672010-07-06T10:46:00.005-04:002010-07-25T01:37:45.592-04:00

99.9 fahrenheit degrees...and melting.it was a hot june. really hot. then last week cooled to the lovely 70s. but the heat is back, and with a vengeance.it's so hot that the asphalt on chrystie street outside my apartment basically melted and collapsed.

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-84299530632530091012010-07-03T13:29:00.011-04:002010-07-25T01:34:59.795-04:00

i really am glad not to be a man.despite all the inequalities and double standards that women face from their childhood, throughout adolescence, and well into their late adulthood, women are simply more realistic, honest, and upfront, both with others as well as with themselves.the first time i met my landlord was a month and a half after i moved into my newly subletted apartment. with his

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-79262891984792721912010-06-24T10:16:00.007-04:002011-01-15T23:27:54.359-05:00

the signal light on my phone blinked red, indicating a new text message awaited me. i rubbed my sleepy eyes a little wider, then opened my phone to read it.3:42 a.m.no contentthat's what it said: no content. only the local phone number showed, clearly meaning the sender wasn't in my phone book. so i ignored it.then at 10:10 a.m. my phone sung out it's 4-note message alert. i reached for it again

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-75443475398818979662010-06-23T22:42:00.006-04:002010-07-25T00:52:04.696-04:00

on track research is the name of a company that occasionally emails me with opportunities to get free stuff. sometimes it's for passes to a movie screening. other times it's a paid focus group. now and then it offers tickets to see a broadway show.this week, it was to reduce my abdominal fat. the subject header read as follows:unwanted belly fat?"why, yes," i thought. "how did you know?" i read

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-20459345483936469772010-06-23T00:14:00.001-04:002010-07-25T02:26:36.000-04:00

there are many undesireable aspects to my job, most notably my boss (micromanager, incompetent, greedy, cheap, stupid, anal, untruthful, questionably fraudulent, lazy, controlling, inept... i could go on) and the less than fascinating patient demographic.there are also many benefits to my job. i have full access to the 92nd street Y, which offers a pool, hot tub, steam and dry saunas, a pottery

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-89938548672341133312010-06-22T22:21:00.005-04:002010-07-25T01:35:23.991-04:00

sprint pcs has been my carrier since late 2001, when i finally got my first cell phone. very quickly i discovered they had the world's worst customer service. in fact, at some point in the mid-2000's, i remember them ranking in the top 10, if not top 5, companies with the worst customer service. not the top 5 worst cell phone companies, the top 5 worst companies.they sucked. they would overbill

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-44409031490021330572010-06-21T23:54:00.002-04:002010-07-25T01:35:46.274-04:00

on friday evening i saw my first firefly of the year sitting on a bench in union square, talking to a patient-turned-friend who, like me, was just offered two unexpected and unsought job offers within the past week. the enchantment of fireflies and our parallel lives made the world feel mysterious and magical.*******i am such a pig that last night, i was porking out so intensely that i somehow

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last week i went into chase bank to deposit a reimbursement check, but chase is not my primary bank. i proudly bank with first republic bank, which truly has no atm fees (they reimburse for other banks' fees) and offers free cookies in their comfortable, inviting branches. not to mention they have these amazing green pens that write wonderfully.but chase is much more convenient to where i live

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-26127153129818493212010-06-16T00:32:00.003-04:002010-07-25T01:36:35.925-04:00

for some unknown reason, i'm utterly incapable of getting my thick skull to understand the basic principle that my parents are not good people to turn to for advice. occasionally they come through for me, but anytime i discuss things like life or career choices, inevitably, i find myself highly aggravated, halfway (or fully) yelling at them on the phone.part of the problem is that my dad has been

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silvio rodriguez is a cuban singer whose music i discovered, on the recommendation of my cousin, in 2000 in arequipa, peru. as an ardent revolutionary and an iconic castro supporter, silvio hadn't been granted a u.s. visa since the carter administration. this year that changed, and he arrived in the states to play a sold out show on june 4th in carnegie hall, then at the last minute added a

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recently i witnessed:...a guy describe himself as follows: "i'm very athletic and work out a lot. i have a 'bowflex guy' type of body."...a man sitting one chair away from me in barnes & noble fondling himself thru his pants, thinking that no one else noticed....a grandfather sitting down near the jefferson memorial, beside his daughter (in-law?) and grandkids, with one hand down his pants

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-53908153377555483572010-06-06T23:34:00.006-04:002010-07-25T01:38:14.040-04:00

skinny cow, the brand that markets low-fat, low calorie ice cream, offered bra fittings in soho this weekend. the daily candy email i had skimmed said something about "free" and "ice cream" and "bra," and that was about all i needed to read before deciding to attend. actually, the last two were just icing on the cake. let's be honest here.daily candy deals can be hit or miss. often the events

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new york has been suffocating for the past week. we've been experiencing peak summer heat and humidity even though we've only just entered june. every day i've been praying for rain to cut the heat and settle the grit so that my ride to work isn't so unpleasant. a few days last week, it was around 70 degrees by 8 am, so i ditched my helmet and took the subway. there's only so much misery i can

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from the outset, it was clear my new patient was strange. ask her a simple question and the answer was meandering, unrelated, or unclear. it made me wonder if i had asked my question comprehensibly.after 10 minutes of taking her subjective history, i asked her to stand so i could examine a few things. when she turned with her back to me, that's when i spotted the enormous protuberance on the

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unfortunately, an integral part of my job requires that i speak with patients all day. this is an enormous challenge for a meyers briggs introvert like myself. while i don't exactly miss sitting silently in front of a computer as a web producer (a scope of work that i still cannot precisely define for others), i do wish that 50% of my day involved quiet time of some sort or another. it is one of

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the english language is sadly in want of a word to describe someone you know quite well, or perhaps were once friends with, but about whom you no longer give a fucking shit. someone about whom you don't care enough to hate, who doesn't matter enough to call your enemy, but who can't simply be categorized as an acquaintance."ex-friend" falls far short of the mark. the only words in my inadequate

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his monologuedronespains me beyond deadwell into decomposinghis attitudeever more offensivenever more arrogantincreasingly self-righteousrepugnantly condescendingsuffocatesinsufferablehis voicemusic to his earsonce amusingnow dullbores mebeyond deadwell into decomposinghis opinionsparrot what others have already saidor some column i too had readyet his hubris deceiveshimherthemto find him

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-51028923844455079372010-05-14T00:43:00.006-04:002010-07-25T01:42:10.860-04:00

"i have bad news," henry said to me after i had finished a muscle release on the right side of his back. henry is a patient whom i adore. he also knows people. and if he doesn't know someone, he knows someone who knows someone. as such, a couple weeks ago, i told him it was his duty to do a little research and possibly put me in touch with my joshua bell."it's your boyfriend," he started."oh no,"

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-33360246530415904912010-05-12T08:24:00.006-04:002010-07-25T10:09:48.273-04:00

last week, i went to see an acupuncturist. my friend recommended him to me after he and his 2 co-workers had been cured of their horrific seasonal allergies in 1-2 visits. so even though i don't really suffer from allergies, i decided to check this guy out to see if he could help me. 3 determatologists have given me 3 different answers as to what the bumps beneath my eyes are, and GP's can give

stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14695600633638611938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608749388639899935.post-70356573712993869692010-05-06T22:07:00.005-04:002010-05-06T22:47:17.412-04:00

you know your home has reached new levels of filth and dust when the construction grime requires you to vacuum the walls, the shower curtain, the tv screen, and any other vertical surface that exists. my ceilings could probably use a swiffer or two, but i'll save that for another day. 3 hours of cleaning seems enough for one day.

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my how you've growntall in your teetering self-deceptionup in your ethereal self-conceptioni would almost believe you but i know /you/ better yeti can see you waving with such great mightcome down now it's too latecuz everyone looks perfect from far awaylet your guard down i sayand we'll see how tall you standand if we should see eye to eyei too might almost believe youbut you should know /me/

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