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Things that I finds strange and noteworthy. And possibly disgusting.
I always thought my pastor from Advent Hope, New York was funny from the pulpit, but I guess he really IS funny in a general sense!
On September 23 and October 28, Tony performed at the COMIX Comedy Club on 353 West 14th Street. I wasn’t able to be there since I’m a whole coast away, but thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I can see it anyways! I just thought I’d get the word out and share some good stuff.
Doesn’t that sound like I’ve coated myself with glue and rolled around in a pile of hair? No? Oh good.
Actually, it means that I’ve been messing with peoples heads again. Yes, as opposed to those oh-so-poor and somewhat tacky college years, my shearing skills have mostly been in hiding. But recently, due more to the need to embarrass my friend, I’ve delved back into the world of hair styling.
Poor Leslie was my guinea pig this time. He kept telling me how long his hair *actually* was compared to how short it appeared. “Well then!” I thought to myself, “there’s only one thing to do, and that is to see exactly how long it can get!” So he very willingly agreed to be my subject. So used the blow dryer to fro it out. Here are some of the resulting pics:
And then we got bored and decided to do something completely different! Yes, my friends! Welcome the Fro-hawk!
Ah yes, all in a days work. Fun! Fun! Fun!
Leslie and I are taking suggestions now as to what to do next. What color do you want to see it? I’m thinking we need to turn it into spikes with red tips. Add gold chains? “I pity the fool that doesn’t wear gold chains with his fro-hawk!” hahaha
This is a quick post while on vacation in NYC, as I go running around the city in a haze of nostalgia.
I’ve pretty much done nothing touristy. I’ve just been wandering about, visiting my old haunts. It’s been great! It’s been a real effort trying to get myself to relax. I spent one day pretty much just reading, and that was some effort! While Harry Potter is a truly addictive series, it was hard to sit and read because I kept thinking, “I should really be doing all kinds of ‘New-York-ish’ kinds of things!” Really, what I needed (and still need) is some thinking space where I’m not focused on work or extra projects. Phew! So it’s been great.
It’s funny, about this city, I kept looking for my old favorite restaurants and hangouts and found that a lot of them have moved or closed! Even Washington Square Park is totally uprooted right now because they’re renovating it or something. The Vegan Dosas guy who has his cart by the park wasn’t their either. The restaurant, RICE, moved, and even my bank had some emergency that required 4 emergency vehicles screaming in just as I was about to withdraw some cash. In the end, I still had Bruno Bakery. Phew! One can always count on their high-calorie, oh-so-yummy treats! Even their normally bad service was missing! I was amazed!
The Upper West Side, unlike NYU’s neighborhood, has not changed at all. It was all so familiar. So stable. So...boring. Hahaha just kidding. I also got to run through the park to take some photographs. The new header is from Central Park.
I do miss that place!
I’ve gotten to see a lot of friends like Ian and So-Young, Jan (my professor), and all the church peeps from Advent Hope. I’ll post pics next time. That’s all for now. So far it’s been great! And really relaxing!
Ah, could you ask for anything more?
Would you believe that before today, I’ve NEVER changed a diaper before?
Yeah. Pretty amazing. I’ve managed to escape cleaning baby bottoms for 30 years. But now, with the advent of Josh, my time has come. My number was called. There was no escaping.
Luckily, it wasn’t what people keep calling a “blow out.” Doesn’t that just sound like tire trouble on the freeway? I think it was Dan who described one such blow out where it managed to escape the diaper and explode out all the way up the child’s back and into her hair.
...Like I said, I’m lucky Josh didn’t have a blow out. I think that would have stopped any future “bazooka cleaning” excursions.
Anyway, it wasn’t nearly as horrifying as expected. I’m not saying it wasn’t traumatic seeing stuff that looked vaguely like curried cottage cheese all up in the diaper, but there were thankfully many layers of “stuff” in between it and me: diaper, wipes, another diaper, latex gloves, goggles for eye protection (in case of said blow out), smock, rubber apron, those yellow full-body protection suits + helmets they had in the movie Outbreak… Yeah, I was ready!
So now I’ve officially wiped a baby’s bottom.
And boy do I feel accomplished.
Now why did people want me to do this so badly again?
My cow-orker, Larry, told me about a job called “Chick Sexing.”
I know what you’re going to say! “What kind of dirty thing is she writing about?” But I say NAY my friend! It is nothing dirty at all in that manner in which you think it is dirty!
According to wikipedia, Chick Sexing or Chicken Sexing “is the method of distinguishing the sex of chicken hatchlings, usually by a trained person called a chick sexer or chicken sexer."
So if you have children who really want to broaden their career opportunities, tell them about this new job I’ve found! And when you ask little Timmy, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” you’ll be prouder than punch when he says, “I want to be a CHICKEN SEXER!”
Yes, I know what it sounds like, but what I *mean* is that I voted in the presidential primaries IN PERSON today!
So what’s the big deal about voting in person, you ask? For some reason, there has always been just enough of a barrier that I haven’t gone in person to vote. Or some unpredicted event prevented me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve voted absentee a lot, but that’s not quite the same. And you don’t get the happy sticker saying, “I Voted!”
I have a seriously bad track record for things going South with my attempts to vote, really. There are times I’ve registered and called to confirm where I supposed to vote, but find that I’m mysteriously *not* registered. I’ve gotten the absentee ballot too late to return in time. I’ve *thought* I registered and hadn’t. And on top of all that, I’ve been privy to living with a raving Republican who made me loathe politics with all my might.
Honestly, I just never felt like I knew enough about anything to really make an informed decision. So it’s pretty nuts that TODAY is the first time vote at a polling booth and do the whole paper ballot thing and punch out holes and tell the world who I want to vote for! (but all in secret of course) All thanks to NPR! I’ve been listening to 89.3 KPCC and their election coverage for about 8 months now, and I seriously feel more informed than I EVER have in my life! (My ignorance of current events up to this point is only ironic because I was once a history major in college and professed my interest in current event and the workings of the world.)
Voting was strangely exhilarating! I’ve done my civic duty! I’m an involved citizen! Feel free to pat me on the back if you see me today! ;)