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happy jewish new year y'all. here are some pics from last night's adventure. since i'm inexplicably grumpy right now, i'll leave it at that. enjoy.
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so my first weekend in miami has come and gone safely (if you follow closely the actions of our hero, shalini, you will remember she spent her first two weekends "in miami" in key west and orlando respectively). and i had a camera to record the craziness this time. along with my normal sidekicks, lanette, erika, and lou, you will notice we also imported fellow novurbians eric (of lanette's-exbf fame), tony (of naked keg-stand fame), scott (scottoberfest?) and justis (poolstick manipulator extraordinaire). also, i was erika's date (and lanette was lou's date) for a wedding at a spanish monastery; some pics of that too. muy lindo (though the pics don't do it justice). also, i'd like to say a word or several about the greatest geek mating call of all: digital cameras. last week, before i actually purchased my digital camera, i spent all my social time observing those with digital cameras, and harassing them about image resolution, capture time, weight, price, etc. this led me to meet some very nice people (namely, a cute irishman working for ibm in dublin, and his scottish, aussie, kiwi, german and english compatriots). now that i have a digital camera myself, all the cute geekboys in the bar (all six who live in miami, that is) crawl out of their corners and hover over my shoulder whispering sweet nothings (oh, that's a sharp image, sweet sweet tinyness, mmmm, efficient control panel, sigh, bright flash) as i snap snap snap away. i love my little elph-kin. who wants to help me name it?
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no digicam yet, but i bought it. it's in the mail, supposably. also: oy, i have a lot of work to do. i'm excited to be using the ol' noggin again, but i'm getting a teeny bit panicky. what if shalini is just a big scam? what if my brain really is completely fried? if i make no further comforting progress by tonight, i will go to the beach. those waters be healing. see? what would i do if i were still in dc? sit by the rank potomac? watch drunken georgetown folk puke over the railing? this was a good idea, really. really. /me scampers off to do the insanity dance |
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i'm off for the weekend to orlando for a surfers' conference of some sort. i'm taking a 35mm film camera with me, but i probably won't take many pictures. when i get my new digicam tho, i promise there will be tons. wish me fun! |
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brittany also passed along this other girl's blog. she lives in charlotte now and stole my secret lunchtime hiding place, but otherwise seems pretty cool. i'd probably really like her if i still lived there; or she'd be my mortal enemy, who can tell really? when did i start passing judgement on people i don't even know? anyway, 3 updates in one day after not updating for a month. i think i've reached my limit. not that any of y'all are even reading this anymore. it's just fun like talking to the voices in my head. |
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eee! PIXIES! |
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is this what i'm going to do with my money when i'm a big baller in miami? (pun debatably intended) sent by britt@ny who finally set up her own blog ;) |
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so i'm finally in miami. the drive down was mostly uneventful, fortunately; around georgia, i got somewhat delerious and started sending out "on the road" haiku text messages to random folk. my brother called and told me all about his adventures at the UN (yes, THE UN). i couldn't help but savor the irony of my younger brother speaking about the reconstruction of iraq at the UN, while i was quitting my job to drive down to miami. in any case, his text messages were classic: Im sitting next to pakistan at the UN. I got a seat next to a fat guy. and i have no leg room cause the door is in the way. ok, actually that last one was actually from our recent trip to toronto (we parted ways in detroit, where he left me boasting about the emergency row seat he finagled for his leg to boston) where i contracted sars and ate too much indian food. it was for a wedding, of course. anyway, so i'm in miami now, and it is surreal. palm trees and fat frogs everywhere. always a limo and hummer within spitting distance. pretty people on every corner (they're not even hookers! (i don't think)) and white people working at the fast food joints. we went to key west (my first time!) for the weekend to partake in womenfest 2003. key west is purty and fun. even the bums have more character than the average novurbian. that's enough for now. it's starting to rain anyway (damn you fabian!). and i'm officially 25 today. isn't that sick? guess i should go be mature and stuff. more details as events warrant. |
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"it is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. it is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, 'no, i will not be erased, i will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer'."
- søren kierkegaard
(passage gleaned from "seymour, an introduction" by j.d. salinger)
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