Saturday, February 25, 2006

nothing much to report

the title says it all. not much going on.

work is going really well. I had to set up all these WebEx calls with elem. teachers from the south (LOVE the accents) and learned a new computer program to do so. Everyone seemed really impressed, and even though there were MANY hitches (teachers couldnt log on, issues with converting and uploading files to the program, etc) i mandaged to keep my cool and sort everything out. we got a lot of good feed back from the meetings, and i got a lot of calls congradulating me on my hard work and cool head. it was nice to be acknowledged and appriciated. my boss tells me everyday how lucky she is to have me there. :)

went to my sister's cultural show last night. now i think i had my hopes up REALLY high, since last years show just blew it out of the water. the dances were short, there were not too many, the skits were short and side splitting and the whole thing lasted about 2.5 hours. umm.. not so this year. is seemed like the directors did not put any time limits on the dances or look at the roster closely enough. too many skits (BAD skits, and when i say bad, i mean bad - sara and eden can atest to this), and too many instumentals. people come to his show for the dances, not to see the sitar player and the tabla player battle it out on stage (although, i must say, there were very good). many of the dances were excellent, and of course, divya was the best one there by far. she looked so good on stage, and i felt a mother's rage when i saw her in the back row and then elation when she was up front. fantasic job on her part. so proud. because of the length of the show, my dad and the people we came with where ready to leave the minute the last dance ended and i could tell that my mom was torn between making my dad and guests happy and staying to see divya after the show. so i said i would stay. and then josh left to drive sara and eden to the T, so when divya did come out, i was the only on there to greet her. she was hurt, and i felt bad. i have been trying to reach my parents all day - i hope that she got to talk to them.. oh well.

tonight is the first meeting of the FSRC and i am excited to get all dressed up and go out for a fancy meal with wine. then tomorrow is groceries and cooking for the week. we planned a bit of the menu for the party next week, so we need to get on shopping for that. although i was a little bummed about the way people acted earlier, i am getting excited just to have people over. i miss entertaining. for those of you who are coming, BRING PEOPLE! i want to fill up this house.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


when i say to the hair cutter lady that i want to be able to put my hair in a ponytail, it is not a metephor for my feelings about my mother. i actually do want to be able to put my hair in a ponytail.... looks like i will have to wait another 4 weeks to be able to do that.... gah.

as i ran around backbay looking for an express for men, i thought about how silly this all is. josh is getting me something, so now i have to get him something so he has a box to open. granted, he wouldn't care if he got nothing, but i would. so there i was, looking at all the red t shirts to see if they had a large left (they didn't) and is any of the black and red boxers were left. why do we feel so obligated? i would rather wait until his birthday and get him something he really needs and not something that has a hint of red in it just because i "have" to.

now, i am no athlete. I will never claim to be. but last night at the gym at my kickboxing class, i barely broke a sweat and could do all the moves. i felt SO unchallenged. i miss the big black guys who yell at us and let us take breaks by doing push ups. instead, my new gym has cute instructors with big butts who coddle you and make sure you are not pushing yourself too hard. where are the instructors you love to hate bc of thier perfect bodies and endless energy? where are the cute trainers who invoke crushes that motivate you to work hard to impress? josh's theory is that nyc people are more hard core about thier fitness. maybe so. my usual work out is boring me to tears and the classes do not seem to be challenging enough. maybe matrial arts might be for me after all...?

solved the cooking problem a bit by making two huge batches of soup, a thing of homemade mac and cheese and a quiche that we will eat for lunch and dinner over this week. so far so good. next week: lasagna!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

glimse into the drunken past

I discovered this when I was packing up my books and have been meaning to post it for a while. It is an excerpt from the diary I kept in london:

Drummond Street 2:29am 16/11/01

Drunk. Like a skunk. Wrote Dan* IM. Bad idea. Ugh. Need water. Need bed. Shit. Fun night:)

I think ** said he would hook up w/ me. Ugh. Water. Wow. My handwriting is much better brunk***. I need ass. Maybe tom. Not Tom. tom, short for tomorrow.

Fuck - drunk.

No longer tequilla virgin. Double shots - of tequilla. AND Jack's. God. Fuck. And I ate meat today. AND it was Diwali. I am a bad person. I hope no one I love suffers b/c of my sins. ok - pee then bed.

I love Bridget Jones will strive to be more like her - save drink and ciggys.


*Not Apone.
** Boyfriend of friend
***Not a typo, actually what I wrote

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

hope and not so much with the hope...

right, so i have been trying to post of a while, bu have either been too busy, or the website was being mean, so here we go.

my confidence in people's good nature increased last friday when i sat down on the bus. a short woman with bright eyes kept glancing at me and smiling. of course i smiled back (i am slowly shedding my NYC subway scowl and protective shield). how are you feeling? she asked me. better? it quickly dawned on me that she was there for the fainting episode earlier in the week, and it touched me that she not only remembered, but thought to ask how i was. i thanked her and we discussed blood sugar levels. she admitted that she almost got off with me to make sure i was ok, and i was shocked. but i realized i would have probably felt the same way, but like her, would not have done anything, either out of shyness or reluctance to stray from my morning routine. i was still glad she asked. not many people would have.

one point for humanity.

so, as anyone who has had the remotest contact with me recently has heard me bitching about my hair - too long, no body, need layers, blah blah. after asking around about places near my work, i realized i was forgetting the best hair dresser i ever had! and only a ten minute bus ride away from my house, no less! i started looking forward to a saturday afternoon hair cut and milkshake (a tradition from my college days), and googled his name to get the salon number to make an appointment. do i get a website for the salon? no. do i get a citysearch review? no. review? no. harvard law article? yes. apparently, the upstanding citizen who used to cut my hair so very well was using the back of the salon as a BROTHEL. yes, people, the same people who were WASHING MY HAIR were JERKING OFF GUYS IN THE BACK for a mere $60. sigh. but here is the kicker, he was busted by undercover policemen, who not only went and established the fact that this was going on, but went through with it. TWICE. what the hell are our tax dollars paying for?

gah. humanity sucks. a place like that on the border of a college? what is this, 1742?

other than that, nothing really fantastic is happening. tried a new restaurant on friday, saw brokeback mountain, went to a superbowl party and reunited with a few college people whom i have not seen in a while, ho hum.

speaking of ho hum, i always wondered why there were so many commercials about what to make for dinner. everytime i saw one, i was like, woop de do, dinner is not that difficult. until now. no longer can i come home and make myself some ramen or mac and cheese or a lean cuisine. i actually have to COOK. granted, josh cooks half of the time, but the other half is ME. i am already running out of the staple easy recipes. and have become my new best friends. my mind wanders and lists what is in the fridge and how i can combine it into somethiing edible. what is happening to me, am i being domesticated? poo on that! i think the slow cooker is going to get a workout in the next few weeks.... i am tired of this baking, sauteing, chopping, stirring bullshit. send easy recipes my way - i need them...