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Much ado about something, but let’s start with nothing
I’m not one to give many updates on my daily life. I know I did in my earlier days of blogging, but now I’m conscious of writing to say something interesting (or what I think is interesting). I keep the lists of things I need and want to do to myself in a sea of Post-It notes and Word documents.
But I’ve continued to feel like this blog and I are old friends who are growing apart, and I don’t know how to remedy that.
Some of it is not being able to invest as much time as I’d like into sitting down and blogging. It doesn’t take hours to craft a post - and believe me, I have at least 12 drafts waiting to be finished right now - but it does take a while to figure out how to write about something in a way that’s honest about my experience, yet won’t compromise my relationships with other people.
The beauty of having a blog that people read is that it gives you a sounding board.
The ugliness is the same thing.
Taking the dog for an ewok
Last week, my friend Mike was dogsitting a wiry bundle of energy named Ollie. He’s a Brussels Griffon, the same breed as the dog in As Good As It Gets.
I’m not usually drawn to small dogs, but I thought he was adorable.
He made me want to be a better Amanda.
Steppin’ Out with Ollie from Amanda Green on Vimeo.
A wack mole (not to be confused with Whac-A-Mole)
One of my new year’s resolutions was to attend a free skin cancer screening. There are a few reasons this was important to me. For starters, my dad has skin cancer. As long as I can recall, he’s had biopsies and even skin grafting done as part of his treatment.
Lemme be more graphic: My dad has had to get cancerous chunks of skin cut off his arms and nose. It’s painful and expensive and I’m sure he prefers to keep his body parts where they normally go. Most of us do.
Then a few years ago, my dad underwent chemotherapy. He was weak and nauseous throughout. It’s really hard to see what’s supposed to be a treatment make someone you love even more ill.
Skin cancer is more common in people with light-colored eyes and fair skin. I have blue eyes and very fair skin with pink undertones.
Russian people at Brighton Beach have actually shielded their eyes when I took off my wrap and revealed two black strips of bikini and a whole lot more of “Goddamn, she’s a ghost.”
St. Patrick’s Day sausage fest
Today I ate lunch at Battery Park with a bunch of guys from work.
It sometimes delights me how much adult life can be like high school (or junior high). Except in a cooler place. With my own money and no curfew.
And boys. Lots of boys who are not throwing spitballs at me.
Well, most of the time anyway.
St. Patrick’s Day Field Trip from Amanda Green on Vimeo.
Saturday going on Sunday
Remedy Diner last Sunday morning.
Lower East Side. Drunk, happy, sleepy. Empty streets. A skittish sun.
Turning Tricks at Remedy Diner from Amanda Green on Vimeo.
The Year of the Ass, Part II
Last time I blogged about the universe farting in my face, commenter extraordinaire Sherri mentioned that I was begging for more. I mean, she’s read The Secret. I just read some blog posts by people who read it and then made fun of them, you know?
I’m not the informed person here.
Well, guess what? The cosmic force that propels The Secret - a coalition of goddesses or Allah or Bill Cosby or something - is real.
Take Six: What I did today
1) Woke up at 7:30 to neighbors having loud, unsexy relations. The bed bouncing; the woman shrieking. The man makes no noise, though I assume he’s partly responsible for the skidding of the mattress into the wall, the bedside table or something else crashing and grinding into the floor.
As oxymoronic as this may sound, the woman’s shriek is a passionless shriek. It’s a metronome, a baby doll’s programmed squawking while its eyes flutter open and shut.
The shrieking is her little way of saying “I’m retarded and very excited about something.” Or maybe “I’m not dead yet.” God, how it sounds like her partner is trying to remedy that.
I was tired after going to bed just a few hours earlier, but not too tired to bring my Bose SoundDock into the bedroom from the living room. They annoyed the folk out of me. I played Ani DiFranco full-blast for almost two hours.
Not getting a new clue
I’ve mentioned a few times that I have trouble sleeping, right?
It’s not that I go days without sleeping and become a shell of a human being.
I go days without sleeping well and become a shell of a human being.
There’s a difference.
Expensive attention to detail
So the iPad, huh?
And Obama’s speech, yeah?
Some not-so-breaking news: I’ve been working on some writing, and I think the hardest parts are done until next week when I start some new projects.
