tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59172612011-12-26T01:09:51.393-05:00Babyfishfel is sweeping the nation.babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-74759395484590422042011-12-26T01:09:00.000-05:002011-12-26T01:09:51.399-05:00

First I did this. Then I had lunch at the Chinese buffet. Then I watched the Firefly marathon on Science.

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babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-58880595471840670582008-09-13T00:41:00.002-04:002008-09-13T00:44:41.723-04:00

I ate a piece of pizzaearlier todayIt took me 20 minutesin the caron the wayback homeBut I got fullI had all I'd want to eatBefore the slice was goneBeing sated was a treat.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-75939226252953509862008-07-03T12:12:00.002-04:002008-07-03T12:14:01.006-04:00

1. Ithaca realtor2. Tina3. @ your library4. circumcision5. credit cards6. toilet paper

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-53840938956139088512008-06-27T11:15:00.003-04:002008-06-27T11:20:19.560-04:00

I made captions for two pictures. Go me.moar funny picturesand moar funny picturesNeither one features a cat or a cheeseburger (or a bucket - I still don't get what that's about), so I figure I get bonus points for that.

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I've kept people at arm's length. I haven't allowed for the possibility of anybody changing my life. I've tried to project to the world that I am calm, cool, and collected; but it's to my own detriment. I've been pretending to have it all together, as if graduation from college meant I knew who I was and where I was going. As if my diploma magically erased all the mess -- my depression and

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-5059156261137613382008-06-21T21:17:00.000-04:002008-06-21T21:17:58.497-04:00

I've taken to snort laughing. At home, at least. I kind of like doing it. It makes me laugh harder to hear myself laugh so goofily.It's certainly a better flaw than picking through my hair and biting off the wiry ones. I do that too, sometimes.Unhealthily, I've forgotten to embrace my humanness. I don't mean my humanity -- I mean my limitations, bad habits, and imperfections. I'd much

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-79329683793576958512008-05-11T23:10:00.002-04:002008-06-18T13:18:43.730-04:00

I called my mom to wish her a Happy Mother's Day. I thanked her for being my maaam. She thanked me for being her daughter. I think she meant it, and I can't imagine why. What have I done to be thanked for? I'm holding my full potential hostage. Oh dear. I really do think in terms of deserving love. If I were my mom, I would be sad about the full potential not yet being reached, but I

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-50893035519051186152008-05-10T14:43:00.000-04:002008-05-10T15:33:42.068-04:00

Because I'm too often preoccupied with my own universe, I forget that everybody is the center of their own universe. I'm still learning how to manage mine, and being the center and all, I forget that everybody else has to learn the exact same thing. With all of our universes bumping into each other's all the time, it does get confusing sometimes. I forget that learning, that everything in

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-24206229957857024962008-01-12T19:38:00.001-05:002008-01-12T19:38:44.962-05:00

Fantasy novel, wha?Ok, check this out: Feldom is obvious: the realm of Fel. Solemtye is short for 'soul empty'. I realized today that I need to keep a balance between my soul being full, or 'soulful', and my soul being empty. I think of it like my car's gas tank, where the limit is (or should be) a quarter tank. When it gets down that low, it's time to refill. My soul is the same.Glint -

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-55565740902742449802008-01-12T19:22:00.001-05:002008-01-12T19:22:22.800-05:00

Did I ever mention how much I loved this show on VH-1?

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I have decided. If I ever write a fantasy novel series, it will be set in the realm of Feldom. The first quest/novel? "The Balance of Solemtye: the Glint of Day"Trust me!

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-28849658126050517752007-11-24T01:09:00.001-05:002007-11-24T01:09:50.531-05:00

What makes a Philly cheese steak different from a steak and cheese sub?

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-50464501159597591132007-10-27T03:46:00.000-04:002007-10-27T03:54:05.717-04:00

Arodnap and I have invented a new word: overstand verb. 1. to believe one's own understanding is greater than it really is 2. to understand to the point of exaggerationIt is worse to overstand than to overstate. Overstating might get you embarrassed, but overstanding could result in hurt, once the overstander has been corrected.Every post includes at least a bit of overstanding. After all,

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-9930475761039054532007-10-22T15:20:00.000-04:002007-10-22T15:23:47.275-04:00

I cry a lot. I’m the girl who cried when my 4th grade friend chipped her tooth walking into a sliding glass door. I’m the girl they all called “over sensitive”. Frankly, I think it’s just plain sensitive. Not overly so. Like...Goldilocks sensitive. Anyway, it is what it is. I’m pretty okay with it, especially when it’s joyful crying instead of sorrowful crying. It can be a little

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-86293296455400109362007-10-19T17:04:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:36:27.517-04:00

Ever since that moment of clarity, I've felt on the cusp. I feel an energy building, and it makes me a little tingly, a little jittery. Something is going to change, I'm going to be a part of that change, and it's going to be big. You guys, I think I'm getting unstuck. And I owe it all to Facebook. And the universe. And myself. And, well, let me just tell you about it.I may not have been

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-31970136742557452742007-10-19T16:22:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:38:22.262-04:00

The last few months have been hard for me, both in the reality of it and in that existential kind of way. But so what? Everybody has hardships, and mine are pretty minor in the grand scheme. Still, I've been keeping company with despair more than usual. After a very recent ,very wet, near-hysterical wailing which Trixie got the worst of, I had an honest moment with myself. A quiet one,

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-82355625557969753392007-10-19T16:03:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:38:49.686-04:00

About 11 years ago, I did the Landmark Forum. It was there that I realized how full I am with love and gratitude and encouragement. It was there that I learned I already was the things I wished to be -- independent, spontaneous, fun, funny, courageous. My life, for all that I've complained about it, was forever improved for having taken the forum. Even on my worst day, lonely and selfish and

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-19613189494439609512007-10-19T15:39:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:32:29.243-04:00

I've discovered, embarrassingly recently, that life went on without me. My friends in New York and the city itself did not push the pause button when I left, to await my return. I should have known this. I should have learned it the first time I left. My original college classmates did not receive me with outstretched arms and joyful pronouncements, nor should they have, when I returned a

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-45556081197702169532007-10-19T15:06:00.000-04:002007-10-19T18:31:59.501-04:00

Yeah, hi, I'm back. Skip the fanfare. And my drivel, too, can wait. We have things to discuss. Namely, my faith is restored. I am one with the universe. Long story short? (I'll do my best, but if you know me at all? Get comfortable.) The background.I felt I lost a lot of myself when I left New York for Miami a few years ago. Although the time was by no means a waste, it contained little progress

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-84492960488081650902007-08-04T22:44:00.000-04:002007-08-04T22:45:10.678-04:00

I used to think I was a control freak. Now I realize I'm an anti-control freak. I'm a control freak who looks for excuses, reasons, and methods to lose control. It's why I love fast rollercoasters and sleeping late.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-7521435030814934592007-08-04T22:30:00.001-04:002007-08-04T22:30:45.086-04:00

My Power foods are cheese, ice cream, and soup.

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My Power Animal is a shark.The thing I need to remember is I have to keep moving to stay alive.

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i decided to take a nap instead. it's healthier ,and it's safer and yeah. beasides, i can wake up later if i want. it's friday!! yeee!so yeah. nap. and hopefully that will help all the eye tension i'm feelign righ tnow. it's like a pre-headache.another plus to this experiement is it keeps my hands busy so i'm not eating so much. that's always good. but as for right now, i have ate my

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damn. i starte drereading the earlier parts, starting to consider whether i should post them publically ore not, and i started getting more ideas. i salso sconfest i started egetting in some corrections. only a couple in all honesty, but i felt i had to ,for the sake of the futue understanding of it. but surprisingly, the smepelling mistakes are just fine. i can cdecipher toohse easlie. and

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ok, it's $8;.99 at comp usa, that wrist thing fo the keybaord. but the ergonomic keyboard looks good, too. should i get one of those/? they're ugly as sin, but thye're kinda fun to use. a little confusing at first, but it might help thins forearm thing.shit. it's 60 dollars and it's microsoft. but it's black, s it's not so ugly. i wonder if it'll work on a mac. brb.hm. errors on the

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back hurts..gonna try walking and stretching for a it...bb.ok, back at 7:44 pm. i just did 6 things to help muyself be more comfortable in this experiment...i toko off my bra. i reclimpped my hair. i peed. i witchhazeled my face. and i turned off the light. and took off my cglasses. becauser n the dark, w,o needs those?ok, eyes closed now. i am glad i'm doing this. i know i must keep

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-44213617108466421322007-06-29T19:36:00.000-04:002007-10-28T00:07:37.832-04:00

actually, thinking about these experimental ly wrriten posts...what if hey were published as a book? like a gertrude stien or an ee cummings, reinvention language to be both tactiale and visual, m eaningful nad laso irrelelvant. or pretty. guyh.i don't like ththings that are pretty only for the sake of being pretty. i like things that are pretty with another purpose. it helps make them

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-34195359526894208262007-06-29T19:25:00.000-04:002007-10-27T23:46:52.265-04:00

the definition of a real epiphany..it's the thing that really stays with you. the tinier revelations are like "hunh" revelations. i like those too, don't get me wrong. but they have less inmpact on one's soul.eyes open. see, what i realized is how much fo what pj says is right, about me not respecting myself. i think that i do, but i only do in a very minimal and hsallow way. i am not yet

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I'm doing an experiment, by wich I just write and I'm not allowed to use the backspace key. I am doing this to see what the stream of consciousnss is really like. I'm actually trying to teach myself to stop editing as I go. I want my brain to be free. I want my curiousity and imagination to be free, but really i want my fears to be freed too, so that i can finally overcome them and be freed

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You don't see these much anymore:

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-7154872807596204972007-05-09T19:09:00.001-04:002007-05-09T19:09:27.380-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } P1140051, originally uploaded by babyfishfel. They must mean grinding in a different sense of the word from the one I know.

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Monopoly is such a great game! And it's really a terrific metaphor for real life. The wrong side of the tracks...Taxes are a bitch...Neighborhoods made by the wealth of its inhabitants...you make the best of what you get from the roll of the dice...and just because you go around faster doesn't mean you come out ahead. (ooh, deep!)I love that. That might be my new motto - Faster isn't always

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-23387990526064661972007-04-23T07:57:00.001-04:002007-04-23T07:57:30.713-04:00

Speaking of Revenge of the Nerds, I don't hear people using the word "interface" anymore, either as a noun or a verb. I seem to remember it was an uproar among lexiconographers to allow "interface" to enter the dictionaries. Didn't they resent and fight and bitch about allowing tech-terms into common vernacular? All that fighting, and the word is forgotten already.It's a shame. Or maybe, just

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-56452095180032723852007-04-21T14:16:00.000-04:002007-04-21T14:18:02.707-04:00

I like how the characters each embody a different nerd sub-type. The Computer Nerd, of course. The Mechanical Nerd (Chris2 was a mechanical nerd I dated for a while from the camera club in Miami). The Edgy Nerd, ahead of his time in pop culture taste (he often becomes hip and overcomes his nerdiness). The Stoner Nerd, hip to pop culture but way too uncoordinated to not be a nerd -- also often

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-82535611255954212042007-04-21T14:15:00.001-04:002007-04-21T14:15:31.916-04:00

Okay, I haven't seen this movie in over 15 years, so watching it has been as good as a whole new experience. I have many comments:This movie is like a made-for-tv and/or linked-to-a-tv-spinoff-special. Like that Nancy McKeon and Michael J. Fox Movie "Poison Ivy". The soundtrack is so new wave. Okay, underroos? I think I just fell in love with this movie!"Hair pies" - a play on the word "

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-39974860805794592752007-04-21T13:49:00.001-04:002007-04-21T13:49:19.908-04:00

So I got up early (stupid cat!) and pretty much spent the morning sending messages to friends left by the wayside.  I had a conversation the other day with someone who says he's very good at keeping up with people, and I found myself envying him.   I used to be a great correspondent.  I had even subscribed to a pen pal service just so I could write MORE letters.  But then my favorite penpal, the

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-55330157579060149942007-04-21T12:42:00.001-04:002007-04-21T12:48:26.636-04:00

I don't really see it, except for Olivia de Havilland. But I still think it's fricking great that some algorithm thinks I look like Nicole Kidman. Or maybe she looks like me! (Well, not anymore. She doesn't look like anything but an alien morph anymore.)Also, they couldn't find a better picture of Katie? Sheesh.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-63662483683670211022007-04-19T00:57:00.000-04:002007-04-19T00:58:51.320-04:00

What do you envy about me?I realized, while answering this question about sylvar, that what we envy isn't so much about them but about ourselves.  The things we feel we lack, that we wish we were better at, those are quite revealing about ourselves.  It's almost as private as knowing someone else's favorite  movie actor and actress. I'm attracted to people who are funnier and smarter than I am.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-4892261675737869252007-04-19T00:15:00.000-04:002007-04-19T01:01:39.449-04:00

I've been called a slob twice this week. I never thought about it before. I guess I always just thought I create "organized chaos." I kind of am a slob, though. I haven't decided if I'm okay with that.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-70735029759404751312007-04-19T00:13:00.001-04:002007-04-19T00:13:56.088-04:00

Ew! Ew! Back hair is gross!

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22. Do you believe in love at first sight?I don't know. 23. Do you put salt on a turkey dinner?What kind of question is this? I put salt if it needs salt. But who cares? 24. Do you always wear your seat belt?Yes. The only exception to this is on the days when I open the library and I pick up the newspapers at the gatehouse. When I return to the car, I do not put my seatbelt back on to drive

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-84051809914123941222007-04-18T11:50:00.000-04:002007-04-18T11:51:20.588-04:00

Gosh, this is long. I'm going to split it in half. 1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?No.2. Do you have any weird sleeping habits?I fear I've become a sleep apneatic. I snore. Also, I grind my teeth and have a bite guard to protect my poor teeth.3. When is the last time you've been swimming in a lake?I think the ONLY time I've been swimming in a lake was in the summer of 1991 with a

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-40267049837726198692007-04-12T21:45:00.000-04:002007-04-19T01:03:32.720-04:00

I dreamed I stole Lindsay Lohan's first boyfriend (when she was 15 or so -- the dream was a flashback to a few years ago), who in the dream was my friend Joel from high school.In Drama class, Joel and I were both shunted off-stage to do Stage Manager and props crap. Three years straight, working my ass off, and I never did better than Miep in our one-act Diary of Anne Frank. My comfort was that I

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-43441453019231941322007-04-12T21:13:00.000-04:002007-04-13T08:53:38.430-04:00

I never got into sci-fi books. I used to think it was because I wasn't creative or witty or knowledgeable enough to enjoy them. That isn't true, of course -- I'm plenty creative! But what can I say, I've spent a long time comparing myself unfavorably to others.It's just...well, a girl like me enjoys her rules too much to appreciate watching them bent so willy-nilly.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-18245039847196651252007-04-12T21:06:00.000-04:002007-04-13T08:52:59.399-04:00

I think most people don't appreciate how difficult commercial photography is, when it's done right.Then again, that would make sense, since non-photographers don't know what makes photography good. When it's done right.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-67311269081345308382007-04-12T21:04:00.000-04:002007-04-13T08:52:25.155-04:00

They sure cut a lot of arms off in the Star Wars movies.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-33006639547950164052007-04-06T11:36:00.000-04:002007-04-06T11:42:49.559-04:00

When I was little, I was invariably called "mature for my age". I guess I felt older than I was. People mistook me for a teenager. I guess I felt like I was 12 or something, like one of the big girls.When I was a teenager, I felt like I was a grown-up. Old before my time, wise beyond my years. Stodgy and boring. I felt like I was 40.When I was in college, I realized what an idiot I had been

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-23515625936061150692007-04-06T10:55:00.001-04:002007-04-06T10:55:33.060-04:00

Don't worry - for as much vitriol as I expressed toward my self and my body in that last message, I really don't pay that much attention to it. It sneaks up on me sometimes, and it's very real, but it's not an obsession. Not anymore.During my teen years, ironically when I was much thinner, yes, I was constantly thinking about it. I was much more obsessed about body image and fitting in because

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-12413366947221504612007-04-06T09:12:00.001-04:002007-04-06T09:12:55.313-04:00

It's totally reasonable to want to be beautiful and ogled and admired and praised. Having a hot body is a lovely shortcut to better self-esteem. (Not to mention to more people who want to be your lover, which is always awesome.) I hate my stretch marks and my jiggles. I hate how far I have to bend over to see my own disgusting body. I hate that I think my body IS disgusting. It's hateful

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-40555551393955285092007-04-06T08:45:00.000-04:002007-04-06T08:46:09.925-04:00

Daily Horoscope for Virgo (August 23 - September 22)You may feel like someone is being too forceful in their dealings with you, and this could be your justification to withdraw. Paradoxically, you may consider your retreat as an act of kindness; if you don't protect yourself you could lash out and inadvertently hurt someone. It makes more sense to find a way to maintain your boundaries without

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-89055430372958881742007-04-01T00:59:00.001-04:002007-04-01T00:59:24.794-04:00

The title of this post comes from a book called Stupid and Contagious which I'm currently reading because of the very strong endorsement from my friend PJ. It refers to young Jack Nicholsons and straight Rock Hudsons, those being one type of guy, as opposed to the geeky but charming Hugh Grants and John Cusacks type of guy. Aside from the context and meaning, I think it would make a great title

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It seemed for a while there that this blog (and its mirror on LiveJournal) was getting abandoned. I felt I had nothing to add to the blogosphere. Nothing informative, certainly, and nothing original. At best, I could offer mild amusement. It's an oversaturated market, with so many writers writing 'round the clock and so few readers to share. If one expects readers, one must be an

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-3764900848613874772007-02-17T10:11:00.000-05:002007-02-17T10:13:27.611-05:00

I know a dozen countries is about 11 more than most Americans, so I won't complain too loudly about this one.create your own visited country map

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-67287819296890046802007-02-17T10:05:00.001-05:002007-02-17T10:09:11.148-05:00

This is pathetic. I've only been to 26 states in 32 years.create your own personalized map of the USAAdding insult to injury, only claim 3 Canadian provinces...create your own personalized map of Canada

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Last night, I had a dream I got stabbed. I was in a dank dungeon-like place with stone walls investigating a crime with Gil Grissom, and I was crouching by a gravesite with the suspect and her lanky boyfriend. We had just dug up six or seven antique-looking boxes filled, presumably, with the remains of our killer's victims. The rest of the team was a few feet away, looking at new evidence: a

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-23829558619325280642007-02-09T12:17:00.001-05:002007-01-25T16:16:52.215-05:00

Jan 13-14Miami. Canoe trip in the Everglades. Photography. Jan 20-21New York. Many sleeps and much tv.Jan 27-28Connecticut-Rhode Island. Book Barn annual sale. Ancient Mariners of New London Fife and Drum impromptu parade and pub crawl.Feb 3-4New York-Connecticut. Yarn stores. Superbowl.Whatever shall this weekend bring?

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1169756644395568682007-01-25T15:23:00.000-05:002007-01-25T15:24:35.673-05:00

Way back when, we did manage to get it right, but it took a lot of work and, judging from his demeanor, he ended up kind of upset with me. He seemed frustrated with me on a number of counts, only one of which was that I kept insisting he wasn't in the right place. The other was that moments before this, I kept insisting on a condom, and he kept insisting he "couldn't control" himself, and I

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1169587008489919212007-01-23T16:16:00.000-05:002007-01-23T16:21:23.736-05:00

[note: This was originally written on Dec. 4, 2006 in the little notebook I take everywhere, and it didn't manage to get itself transcribed here until now.]Question: Are you a New Yorker?Okay, so the guy who asked me this just wanted me to go to a comedy club. (Sidebar: what's up with the comedy club brigade taking over the streets of Manhattan? I can't walk ANYwhere without being asked if I

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1169582783823462142007-01-23T15:06:00.000-05:002007-01-23T15:06:23.856-05:00

When I was really small, my dad would make me a "cocktail" he invented called a Blue Lagoon. I loved them, all the more so because of the secrecy surrounding them. He would close the doors to the kitchen and make one for me as a special treat. Of course rather than leave well enough alone and enjoy it for itself, I had to figure out the mystery ingredients. I just had to know what made those

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1169581022385079042007-01-23T14:31:00.000-05:002007-01-23T14:37:02.433-05:00

(jeez, where does the time go? it's been over a month *again*!)I've discovered the individual Crystal Light packets, so I’m drinking all this water now at work. I buy the boxes at Target for, like, $3.99 a box, which comes out to $.285 each packet, which is totally worth it to me. I love that I'm drinking plenty of water -- it's such a minimal thing to be able to do and have it be so good for

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1165599630653638062006-12-08T12:40:00.000-05:002006-12-08T12:40:30.686-05:00

My last post declared that "I tend to laugh when things go wrong sexually". That statement was not referring to cases of serious malfunction, emotional turmoil, humiliation games, or any of that business. I was thinking more like falling off the bed or not knowing how to turn the emergency flashers off in your car when it accidentally got flipped on while you were fooling around in the front

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1165598339288234472006-12-08T12:18:00.000-05:002006-12-08T12:18:59.326-05:00

Although you wouldn't know it from my posts, my personal life is sort of interesting right now. I've wanted to post about it, but I haven't figured out how comfortable I am sharing the details with some of the people who might end up reading about it here. Maybe I'm justifying being a lying bitch, but I believe there are definitely certain things better left unsaid. Why make somebody angry or

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1165502559713587482006-12-07T09:42:00.000-05:002006-12-07T09:43:10.706-05:00

Instructions: Take the first sentence from the first entry of each month (not counting meme posts), and then post them here month by month. This will form your year in review.Jan: I've spent the last couple of days being agitated on and off. Feb: The subject line is a lie. Mar: My plan of attack is thisApr: This is the first sunrise I've ever photographed. May: --Jun: These excerpts come

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1165423538132461752006-12-06T11:45:00.000-05:002006-12-06T11:46:21.960-05:00

This is the latest fortune cookie fortune I've received:The rubber bands are heading in the right direction.I swear I'm not making this up. Now, I've said for a long time that fortune cookie fortunes are rarely fortunes. They're far more often advice or observations. Fortune maxims, even. But I really don't know what to do with this last one.Do you think it's spy code? Somewhere is a trapped

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1165420997518785872006-12-06T11:03:00.000-05:002006-12-06T11:03:17.610-05:00

What is the proper response when somebody tells you they have prayed for you or a family member? I've generally gone with, "Oh, thank you," with the same cadence you might use to say, "Aw, that is SO sweet!" Is that appropriate?

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1164828614191052622006-11-29T14:27:00.000-05:002006-11-29T14:30:14.223-05:00

On Sunday, library staffers everywhere will be celebrating the return of The Librarian to TNT, featuring the world's best looking librarian of all time Noah Wyle. Join us, won't you?

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1164729424493829232006-11-28T10:56:00.000-05:002006-11-28T10:57:04.566-05:00

So these Russian delegates are here today, but apparently none of them speaks English and there's no translator. Yeah, that's a well-planned visit. What luck the cataloging librarian is from Russia! I feel like I work at the UN. Can I get you some coffee, Kofi? (Sorry - that was awful)In related news, I loved that movie. "Egermency! Egermency! Everybody to get from street!" Of course

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1164657138173758042006-11-27T14:52:00.000-05:002006-11-27T14:52:18.256-05:00

Goal:To hear the song Feliz Navidad every day between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Specifications:* I can only hear the song by happening upon it. Nobody is allowed to play it for me for the express purpose of meeting this goal; I am not allowed to call a radio station to request it.* I do not have to hear the entire song, but I do need to hear at least one refrain in Spanish and one in English

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1164202472358230452006-11-22T08:34:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:34:32.396-05:00

HowManyOfMe.comThere is:1person with my namein the U.S.A.How many have your name?

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1164202602977068992006-11-17T22:32:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:36:42.983-05:00

I take notes when I'm stoned. The reason I do this is because I want to make sure my future self will be able to remember some of the thoughts I had (epiphanies, at the time) while baked. I don't trust that I'll remember them later. And besides, I'm convinced that I lose treasures every time I let a thought go unrecorded. Or potential treasures. Isn't that why we blog and keep dream journals

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1164202550539903712006-11-17T22:22:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:35:50.540-05:00

Paula Poundstone is a sexy woman. She's gotten biting and political. This new edge on her might be a result of her drug/alcohol rehab. And it's given her a sexuality -- a passion -- that she didn't have before.But she's also attractive and fascinating in her own asexuality. It's that whole I-Want-You-BECAUSE-I-Can't-Have-You thing. Not that otherwise I could anyway. It's not like we're

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1161269626490336212006-10-19T10:53:00.000-04:002006-10-19T10:53:46.523-04:00

We're all on tenterhooks today, awaiting the representative from Senator Clinton's office to tour our library. The purpose of the visit is for us to convince him to push to grant us a grant to renovate our archives collections. Most tours given here boast about the history and beauty of the facility, the uniqueness of the collection and exhibits, and the specialness and value of the archives.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1156969544619966912006-08-30T16:25:00.000-04:002006-08-30T16:25:44.670-04:00

They say it's a hell of a town. All I know is it's been a hell of a month. I'm in the middle of my third week at my new job, and I'm still convinced the other shoe is going to drop any day now because up until now I'm kind of bored. I mean, what I know to do, I've done. So I spend a lot of time wondering what else I should be doing. Like I said, I'm sure this will change; I'm both excited

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1156964435234792982006-08-30T15:00:00.000-04:002006-08-30T15:00:35.453-04:00

Here’s a typo I just made: “Willed by Captain Robert Richard Randall in 1801, this institution provides free care for elderly and disables seamen.” ...for you dirty birds out there, no the typo is not in the last wordAmazing how one wrong letter can create the stuff of email forwards.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1154455510939158142006-08-01T14:04:00.000-04:002006-08-01T14:05:10.980-04:00

Well, no. It's actually cooler than that: I'm going to be working in a fort! Literally! A fort on a peninsula under a bridge! With a view of Manhattan on a clear day! What's more, they're thrilled to have me. Really and truly excited to have me. When I accepted the position my new boss (the library director) said that she wanted to tell the rest of the staff so they could "rejoice"!

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1154454455902936252006-08-01T13:47:00.000-04:002006-08-01T13:47:35.943-04:00

I've got some new stuff now:Job? Check.Apartment? Check.Cat? Check.Clue? Not a one.In a very short period of time (or rather, after a very long period of time and then a very short one a la the "it only took 3 months....12 years and 3 months" of When Harry Met Sally), my life is suddenly different. I had a job interview last week in New York, and I got offered the position. I spent the rest

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1153511877842883002006-07-21T15:57:00.000-04:002006-07-21T15:57:57.880-04:00

I missed my flight yesterday. Between construction and rain and the general mob scene of rush hour in Miami, I didn't get to the airport until 40 minutes before take-off, which the self-check machine reported was entirely too late to check in. Luckily, there's a flight from MIA to LGA on American at least twice an hour. So I ambled my way through the snaking security checkpoint, indulged in

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1152394822990040402006-07-08T17:40:00.000-04:002006-07-08T17:42:16.750-04:00

A few years ago, I had a friend who was moving to Paris on a whim. She sold nearly all of her possessions before she went. I took these opera glasses off her hands. However.I have no use for opera glasses. Though I'm not planning on moving to Paris on a whim, I could definitely benefit from shedding some extra baggage. I'm thinking these should go up on eBay. Nobody I know has ever seen

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1152120561195795572006-07-05T13:28:00.000-04:002006-07-05T13:29:21.256-04:00

All seven of the trinkets that sit on the shelf of my desk above my computer are what I consider good luck amulets. I was playing with macro yesterday, so I'll do a Show-n-Tell.This Buddha is supposed to be extra special good luck because it was bought at a temple (rather than a shop). My family got it for me in Chiang Mai the day I stayed in the hotel room sick. You'll notice it's in the

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1150063448155156492006-06-11T18:03:00.000-04:002006-06-11T18:04:08.193-04:00

Whew. I'm nearly done with telling my life story, as told by the way I look in photographs."But what about the College Years*?" Yes, Patty wanted to know that too. First of all, I looked AWFUL in college. I may be just as fat (or fatter) now, but at least my skin's cleared up. More importantly, though, I can't find the negatives of the ones I'd actually like to share. So as of today, only

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1150056382652573382006-06-11T16:06:00.000-04:002006-06-11T16:06:22.750-04:00

Ha ha ha! Tropical Storm Alberto, in existence for just over 2 hours now, rings in the new year (well, for those of us who think of our hears in terms of hurricane seasons, at any rate).Gee, isn't it great I don't live in Tampa? Where the storm is expected to go? Bwah ha ha!Oh, come on. Let me enjoy some bleak humor while I can. God's welcome to strike me with a hurricane if he doesn't like it...

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1149827240531609602006-06-09T00:26:00.000-04:002006-06-09T00:27:20.593-04:00

What podcasts should I be listening to?

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When my parents asked me why I wasn't interested in going to the camera club for the "wild birds" themed contest, I said I thought the camera club might have served its usefulness for me. Or maybe I was just not in the mood. Or maybe I was too depressed to want to deal with other people. I know! I actually said the D word! I guess it surprised them too, because it was less than an hour

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These excerpts come from actual profiles at one of the larger personals sites. I was specifically matched with them.I swear I'm not making this up.* Looking for a down to Earth women with sex apeal you don't have to be a bombshell .But chemistry is a must* HOPPING TO MEET SOME ONE SPECIAL THAT LIKES TO HAVE FUN AND THAT KNOWS WHATS IMPORTANT IN LIFE* hi iam easy going fun loving memoriable and a

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This is one area of the Dale Chihuly exhibit at the Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, in the Arid Garden. They're called either Amber Reeds or Succulent Garden Red Reeds. I found it particularly difficult to capture photographically.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1145215342358348222006-04-16T15:22:00.000-04:002006-04-16T15:22:22.366-04:00

This "I" cloud drifted away seconds after I took the shot. I wondered what the rest of the sentence was.Are you there, God? It's me, Babyfishfel. Sadly there was no chorus singing, "Aaaaah" at the time.

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1145158793051487762006-04-15T23:39:00.000-04:002006-04-15T23:39:53.070-04:00

This is my new piercing. I've talked about doing it for, oh, several years now. I finally did it on Thursday.Do you think I should get another piercing while I'm at it? I might as well do it now to double-up the healing time, if I do. I was thinking it should be on the upper lobe. Thoughts? Comments?The dangly earring is one of a pair I got in Cambodia. It's one of the first things I

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1145135397706910332006-04-15T17:09:00.001-04:002006-04-15T17:09:57.710-04:00

Feeties!Footsies!It's like they're doing their dinosaur impressions. This one looks like s/he's on a slip-n-slide.

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This tree, whose proper name I have forgotten, is nicknamed the "GI Joe tree" because of its camouflage coloring. How cool is that? I love the criss-crossing on the trunks of some of those palm trees. ...experimenting with DOF... A cactus of some sortI think this might be a Calliandra haematocephala, commonly known as a Red Powder Puff.

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Blood Recruiter: Would you like to save a life today?Me: ...Blood Recruiter: By giving blood, you can save a life!Me: Yes, I know. I give regularly. But I've got a question - I was recently out of the country, and I think that might prevent me from donating. Do you know?Blood Recruiter: You were in Europe?Me: No, Asia.Blood Recruiter: Hmm. Well, let's find out![at the blood bus]Blood

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These are various crops taken from two different shots. This one might be my favorite of all six.

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Nature made these stripes so vivid, they look fake. It looks almost like a flower. Except that it's about as tall as I am and not at all flowering.And getting a bit arty with it:

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I love these jade vine guys:But I think they're giving me The Finger here:You might think they're about banana-sized, but they're much smaller. It's hard to tell scale from these.These look like plants made out of Animal from the Muppets:I like this shot better though:

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Last night was my first attempt at night photography (excluding a couple of blurry snapshots I've taken while driving from time to time -- see below)Wuh. Enough of THAT! (although I like the little boomerang lights)There's a staircase at the University of Miami campus that I've wanted to shoot, so I started there. I was completely winging it, by the way, because I didn't know how to properly

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1144035921009646582006-04-02T23:45:00.000-04:002006-04-02T23:45:21.023-04:00

These are not of the same building. (See how I vary it up for you folks? I hope you can keep up, what with the craziness of it all.)

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These shots are all of the same building. Where's Waldo?

babyfishfelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917261.post-1143956372273188702006-04-02T00:38:00.000-05:002006-04-02T00:39:32.286-05:00

This is the first sunrise I've ever photographed. I can't tell which of these is best. Which is your preference?abc

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Snoozing in the sun.I think that's a marijuana leaf spray-painted on the sidewalk, but I'm not positive.Everybody loves a red bicycle.All I can think of is skin cancer. A trio of rainbows.

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