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roll with it

I thought you should know that lately, when I write from home, I write in bed, usually right before I go to sleep at night, wearing a tanktop and underwear. On the weekends, I write in the morning, still in bed, but wrapped in a bedsheet. Lest you get excited, it doesn’t look anything like this:

Attractive twenties asian brunette woman

Note: this is definitely not me. I mean, I'm pretty sure she's on a PC and I am a Mac user through and through.

For me, try something like “Jabba the Hut wearing a windsock”. I’d post a picture of that but there is none. My extensive Googling didn’t yield a picture of Jabba wearing a windsock but maybe if enough people read this post somebody will get the hint and make me an image with MS Paint.

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hair on the bus

This lady's hair is stri-ped.

Mullet braid = AWESOME.

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lip sync & lipstick

1. lip sync

I was thinking that should I ever decide I should start dating, something I should do to weed out potential suitors — assuming of course that I’d have multiple suitors all courting me concurrently — is make them, on occasion, lip sync for their love lives.

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someday this will all make sense

  1. I am a doofus.
  2. The Genius Bar is my second happy place after Target.
  3. Hi Elisa (did I spell that right?)!
  4. Comcast customer service helped me!
  5. More coffee talk with R-Hub, only this time there’s a pic where you can kinda sorta see me! [CTA Tattler]

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more coffee talk with R-Hub

CTA Tattler has part 2 of Kevin’s notes from last Saturday’s coffee with CTA president Ron Huberman.  Ron talked about train issues (namely that the CTA has 1,200 but needs 1,600), and what the new cars will look like.

More coffee notes: Problems, ideas on the rails [CTA Tattler]

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more tattling

Mike of ChicagoCarless.com posted his recap of the coffee with CTA chief Ron Huberman. In case you were wondering, yes, I’ll blog about it myself, but it’ll be more like “This is what I would have asked had I remembered to pull my iPhone out of my purse and actually look at the notes I typed as opposed to just murmuring assent whenever somebody else asked a thoughtful question.”

Sigh. It’s been a long weekend.

Meeting Ron Huberman [Chicago Carless]

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manic Monday

Before I leave for work, some links:

  • Notes from coffee with Ron: Major bus initiatives: Part one of Kevin’s notes from the coffee with Ron and Adam [CTA Tattler]
  • Lifehacker Top 10: Top 10 Software Easter Egg: Haven’t tried all of them, but I’ve been aware of and using the Google Earth flight simulator for a while. Fun! [Lifehacker]
  • Logobama! Make your own Obama logo to use on Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, and a number of other web sites. Or just add Logobama as a Flickr contact to see logos posted as they are created. [Logobama]

Update (now I am at work, where it is very quiet):

  •  Stupidity: A Guide to Safer Subway Surfing [Gawker]
  • Video: Kimora Lee Simmons Holds Fast to Her Bling [NYM]
  • R.I.P.: Jason Rae, the dude who founded Popeyes Chicken [MTVNYM]

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    stuff i want

  • Adorable “El” buttons from el-boton.com because I’m all about showing the love for the CTA whenever I possibly can.
  • Shirt no. 6456, Sheer Jersey Short Sleeve Deep V-Neck, from American Apparel, as I want some nice-looking t-shirts to wear to the office this summer.
  • Nine West Dania slingbacks in black leather, size 10 — say what you will about these heels, shoe snobs, but I think they’re lovely, and not at all expensive.
  • A popsicle mold so I can finally get use the Boone’s left over from my 80’s party.
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    145: Small gift. Big smile.

    favorite things for the month of January

    • the last four minutes of “I Am The Resurrection” by The Stone Roses
    • apple pie with Häagen-Dazs Dulce de Leche ice cream
    • dog prints in snow
    • Hello Kitty stationery, Camellia series

    In case you were wondering, I did see Kim play at the Metro Friday night. It was a good time. I would have stayed at home to play with my new cell phone (it has neat ringers! it vibrates! it even has a little loop for my Hello Kitty leash!) but Foster called me up: “Jasmine! I’m gonna go see Kim so you have to come, too! Call me!” So we met in front of the Metro at 9:15, Foster’s hair gelled up into spikes and my hair pulled back into pigtails. Having pushed our free tickets at the bouncer, we made our way up to the balcony where we rocked out.

    The crowd was pretty thin for the first band, increasing considerably for Kim. Foster and I admired Janet’s SG while bopping around and ignoring the drunk frat boys next to us. Kim is a cute band, and quite good. They had some new songs, none of which I recognized, so I bought their CD on the way out. Foster and I went to McDonald’s (I know it’s bad, but I craved a fish sandwich) while we plotted our next move.

    We hauled ass to Club Foot, where we found Jeremy and his friend Matt checkin’ out the ladies. The ladies were kinda cliquey, though a Rubenesque girl wearing a leopard print skirt and bleached hair pounced on Foster. Then Matt and I proceeded to have yet another conversation the contents of which I’ve completely forgotten. He and Jeremy are kinda dorky, but they’re totally adorable. I think they need a fan club or something. Either that or start a boy band, I haven’t decided yet.

    I did very little Saturday, and no doubt you all have detected that this is a habit of mine. To be fair, I *did* get up early to do yoga with the video that Kathy got me for Christmas. Rodney Yee, the yoga guru who leads? hosts? the session, is kinda scary he’s so limber. Props must be paid to any man who has the nerve to do yoga in a Speedo on the beach at the asscrack of dawn. Eek.

    Later that afternoon, I had a real craving for some movies, especially “Tampopo”. I took it upon myself to scour the local shops for the video and found that the Tower Records, Borders, Coconuts, and Reckless records had no copies to buy or rent. They all had DVDs of “Gladiator” and “Titanic” — blech. I found some other good stuff used, so I settled down for a quiet Saturday night with Joe, Jacinda, and “Romy & Michele’s High School Reunion”. It’s not a great movie, but it’s all shiny and there’s bouncy music and frankly what else was I going to watch on a cold and somewhat snowy night?

    Saturday turned into Sunday, which was also pretty slow albeit in a groovy sort of way. Andrea and I went to Thousand Waves and sat in the hot tub for I don’tknow how long but I was all pruney when I got out. I felt like a dork in my bathing suit — I guess if I were cooler I’d let my business hang out for all the world to see ‘cos I’m sure that nobody would mind. But I would, so I kept it on. We gossiped, tried not to space out too much in the redwood sauna, and played Scrabble. She kicked my ass, but only ‘cos she played rather creatively. She put down two words in one turn a few times, and I’m not entirely sure you can do this but that’s the way her mom plays. Maybe it’s a Canadian thing? We ended the excursion with lunch at an Indian buffet, where I proceeded to make a fool out of myself with the naan. It was quite delicious.

    So Sunday ended on the good vibe I had established that morning at the spa, as Kathy and I hung out at Jorge’s apartment and watched “Sex and The City”. Such a good episode — kind of sad, not ha-ha funny, and I loved Charlotte’s dresses. We had pie a la mode, homemade tamales, and really good champagne that got me all tipsy. I was all flustered, my face a rather unbecoming red, but I felt better when Kathy hugged me, laughing, to say “You are so your stereotype!” Which I don’t mind so much, only if I’m going to be my stereotype why can’t I be a math genius, too?

    I got some new stuff at the Sanrio store last night, the coolest item probably being the faux-leather handbag, stamped with a Louis Vuitton-esque pattern of Hello Kitty’s head, hearts, and the initials “KT” in beige. You can accuse Sanrio of plenty of things — being silly, frivolous — but you can’t accuse Sanrio of not having a sense of humor.

    I’ve been rocking the bus lately, eschewing the el in favor of the bus with its scenery and interesting customers. When I went to buy a phone Friday night, I sat behind the driver, across the way from a middle-aged woman who was using several frayed plastic bags as a purse. She had bluish-silver eye shadow smeared on her lids, which matched the shade of her nail polish. I didn’t get everything but a few words did stand out: “masturbate”, “hoochie”, “ho”, and “itchy”. It didn’t sound very good. It was similar to some kids on whom I was eavesdropping Sunday evening when I was going to meet Kathy. I was on the red line, and some kids were quarreling about something or other. I didn’t quite hear what, but it was very loud and one of the kids (I wasn’t sure if it was a boy or a girl) wore some ratty extensions. It made me nostalgic for my own adolescence, when I would sit on the train or the bus, listening for the personal stories of people whose lives always seemed infinitely more exciting than my own.

    But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think
    That I should stop thinkin’ about you that way

    playlist

    Kim – Evil Cadillac; Queen – Tie Your Mother Down; Bobby Conn – Never Get Ahead; Ladytron – Playgirl; The Beautiful South – Some Might Say; Patti Smith – When Doves Cry

    link(s)

    Gallery of Regrettable Food [lileks.com]

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