I love theseNewspaper Blackout horoscopes by Austin Kleon. The above is mine for March. But yeah, it pretty much covers my always. Read yours here or learn how to make your own (and check out my headscarf).
Thanks for reaching out to me via email, Formspring, Twitter, and smoke signals to say, “Hey! You need to blog more!”
Tonight I have free tickets to see Maria Bamford do a Comedy Central taping. Unlike many comedians, she doesn’t strike me as an angry person who’d be annoying in real life. Yes, she’s a bit nuts in a David Sedaris way. But she’s droll, lovable, and equally silly and smart.
Over the last few days, I’ve been watching some YouTube clips of her past shows. Come watch my favorites with me:
A few days as a snow hobo made the fun part of Christmas - or my version of it, anyway - seem very far away.
Here’s what I did and didn’t do with my last few items on the list:
3. Celebrate Jim’s birthday - Oops. Didn’t happen. I’ll have to catch up with him at a gay bar one of the other 364 days this year.
5. Write my New Year’s resolutions - Still trying to finish these.
6. Eat pastrami croissants at Momofuku Milk Bar - Went over there, and they didn’t have any. Ugh.
Latest update: Another time. It’s a trek. I dislike the East side.
8. Take a picture of the first winter’s snow - Here you go. And for good measure, here’s one from the early hours of this weekend’s blizzard:
There’s a blizzard coming to NYC, and my building has no heat or hot water. I haven’t used hot water since December 24 when I woke up early to work at the soup kitchen.
Everything’s been reported and should be fixed within 72 hours, but I’m going to be staying with friends today and maybe tomorrow. (Unfortunately, many people are still out of town for the holidays).
Anyway, last great adventure of 2010! Let’s do this!
Please linger under the hot streams of water coming from your shower head or faucet today, and think of me.
I fell in love with these boots at the Irregular Choice store in Soho. My boyfriend says they look like something a Native American superhero would wear.
That’s why I want them!
And I’ll cry a trail of tears if I don’t get them. (Bad joke, I know).