tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153315222012-01-07T15:09:50.870-08:00Musings about life framed by an endless search for the perfect dhal recipe.ymathewnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-76725460250744970572009-05-14T16:56:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:03:30.841-07:00

Watch the screencast here.http://www.wolframalpha.com/screencast/introducingwolframalpha.htmlWho is David Ortiz? Too bad I have to wait until 7pm tomorrow to find out...I wish I didn't have plans tomorrow night.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-14983092652722957712009-04-14T15:33:00.000-07:002009-04-14T16:28:48.019-07:00

Does that still count when you're 33? False alarm. Sigh. So yesterday Shiny and I bid adieu to the dear Mandy Patinkin. We will miss you and your sunny-cheeked baby (and your sunny-cheeked self), but hope springs eternal that one day I will visit Berlin. Rob asked me last night if I had ever said goodbye to anyone leaving New York, and, full of three thimbles of wine, I said no. Of course

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-25029794643696789892009-03-14T05:52:00.000-07:002009-03-14T06:01:25.809-07:00

I recently read a sad article about a French town that is going to change its name for better Google search results. The term "eu" is often searched, what with the European Union and the .eu web domain, but it's rarely for "the chief town of a canton situated close to the coast in the département of Seine-Maritime, in the region of Haute-Normandie; in the eastern part of Normandy and close to the

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-14068057990190102782009-02-03T15:20:00.000-08:002009-02-03T15:22:20.701-08:00

Obama=Future of open access. Basically, the President endorses a looser definition of "copyright." Publishers, beware!Copyright Notice Pursuant to federal law, government-produced materials appearing on this site are not copyright protected. The United States Government may receive and hold copyrights transferred to it by assignment, bequest, or otherwise. Except where otherwise noted,

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-80854564932914566702009-02-03T13:30:00.000-08:002009-02-03T13:38:26.022-08:00

Just in case you feel nervous about using Gmail, Google Docs, Google Calendar, Google Reader,and Picasa...here's an article about how to keep your nearest and dearest bits and bytes safe. And it's not that I don't understand the Great Eye potential of Google...I just like their cool tools. But the key here is that we shouldn't lose track of our personal information in the google clouds...http://

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-52501504222112256792009-01-30T13:56:00.000-08:002009-01-30T13:59:34.309-08:00

Cuz I do.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-56263864297427405462009-01-28T07:08:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:54:14.837-08:00

I am learning how to code!...slowly...I am going to learn how to do a table. Apparently "search" boxes are super hard. I will master it all. I mean webmaster it all.I will leave you with this, from "Elvis is Everywhere" by Mojo Nixon...You know whats going on in that Bermuda Triangle?Down in the Bermuda TraingleElvis needs boats.Elvis needs boats.Elvis Elvis ElvisElvis Elvis ElvisElvis needs

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-35483366222058247432009-01-13T08:28:00.001-08:002009-01-13T08:59:29.910-08:00

A 30-storey building producing enough foodstuffs to feed 50, 000 people? I think it sounds wonderful, but as Armando Carbonell noted in today's Times, "Would a tomato in lower Manhattan be able to outbid an investment banker for space in a high-rise? My bet is that the investment banker will pay more.”Wouldn't it be great if the economic downturn revolutionized the way that we thought about food

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-51736407988918667922008-11-12T13:04:00.000-08:002008-11-12T13:06:54.999-08:00

Librarians Want to Out-Google Google With a Better Search Engine Have you ever wished for a personal reference librarian, an information guru to point you to the most reliable sites whenever you search the Web? A new search-engine project aims to simulate something like that. The trick? Weighting search results so that librarians’ picks rise to the top. Called Reference Extract, the project is

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-61021621138576174102008-11-10T11:59:00.000-08:002008-11-10T12:32:35.326-08:00

Apparently, the luxury lifestyle industry is taking a bit of a hit during this recession.Seeing as I'm planning on making vats of hummus and serving Trader Joe's wine at my wedding, there isn't a lot of overlap between our worlds (other than a lovely equestrienne/40s movie star/Cinderella-style wedding gown, of course). Pity, maybe they could have helped me with my wedding-related questions. Can

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-41716285077805226582008-10-31T11:54:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:55:24.286-07:00

Fine, I can't do the backwards hand touch to the ground move, nor can I do the backwards running man.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-32992172228981806862008-10-31T11:08:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:49:44.708-07:00

I'm sitting in my office and listening to "In a Big Country" on woxy.com and it was making me feel all teary because it's very earnest and hopeful. I wanted to hear it again, so I watched the video. Bad idea. Suffice it to say, I think there was a scavenger hunt. And the scavenger hunt map was titled, "Big Country."Videos totally suck. Except for the original Charlie. And Charlene.But wait.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-5345694362988738242008-10-22T08:26:00.000-07:002008-10-22T09:04:50.911-07:00

'Republicans, also seem to 'have opted for an anti-mind strategy,' Mr. McCumber said, adding that some of them 'seem to be in denial of obvious facts, such as the theory of evolution. How can you support that as an academic?'"This week in obvious news: "Donors From Academe Favor Obama by a Wide Margin" (http://chronicle.com/weekly/v55/i09/09a00101.htm).Usually I'm a sucker for the underdog, but I

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-12100191675190860982008-09-26T06:17:00.000-07:002008-09-26T12:51:58.954-07:00

Treasury secretary, Henry M. Paulson Jr., literally bent down on one knee as he pleaded with Nancy Pelosi, the House Speaker, not to “blow it up” by withdrawing her party’s support for the package over what Ms. Pelosi derided as a Republican betrayal.“I didn’t know you were Catholic,” Ms. Pelosi said, a wry reference to Mr. Paulson’s kneeling, according to someone who observed the exchange. She

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-67305583552795273102008-09-12T06:52:00.001-07:002008-09-12T06:57:41.067-07:00

This should help. Or this.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-13390141287280732462008-09-10T13:10:00.000-07:002008-09-10T13:13:52.362-07:00

Fingers crossed for dark matter!

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-39869512632252877972008-09-04T13:44:00.001-07:002008-09-04T13:56:39.477-07:00

I have very little to report in the continuing series, Cat Wars. Yesterday and today, Sarah attempted to familiarize herself with Tonio's bum in a hesitant, sniffy way. He's very proper, so he reacted with some hissing, spitting, and running away. Sarah, pictured here, is not proper at all, and ran after him. Then she ate some food (his), threw up, and cuddled me for comfort. She's just so

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-33947442177747867392008-09-02T12:32:00.000-07:002008-09-02T13:34:52.323-07:00

I was doing research online about introducing cats to each other and surprisingly, I found conflicting advice. Internet, can you give me unified discourse on any topic, ever? So far, Tonio is hanging out in the front room and Sarah is hanging out in the bedroom and the office (and the neighbour's apartment in one botched escape attempt). Sarah's bed looks like the one in this picture, so I'm

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-84006580646060521882008-08-29T21:45:00.000-07:002008-08-29T21:55:30.232-07:00

...and it's cohabitation central. It's going to be great, I think, but different from what I'm imagining living together will be like. I'm thinking of my parents, circa age 60 and their lunchtime salads and always having dinner together, watching Jeopardy together, etc. Not so much with us. Between jobs and school, we'll be like roommates. And that's good, because I know how to live with

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-18047289040186540212008-08-27T11:23:00.000-07:002008-08-27T11:44:00.196-07:00

Goodbye, bastard stepchild of the MTA. Local trains don't actually have to go slower than express trains, conductors. Just more stops. So, I'm finally moving away from the C and F train combo of doom, right? I'm counting down the days (3 more sleeps!) and thinking I'm going to get away without waking the sleeping beast of diarrhea-sick passengers and track fires...but no. This morning, I was on

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-88624511431051832692008-08-26T08:58:00.000-07:002008-08-26T09:04:17.087-07:00

Kali is coming for you. To the a-hole who hit our car this morning near Jay St. and Flatbush, thanks. You left a piece of your car in the intersection in your hurry to speed away from the scene of your crime. I hope it was a crucial, expensive piece. I'm not wishing for your injury but who can argue with karma?

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-32306826831218425372008-05-01T10:39:00.000-07:002008-05-01T11:13:40.400-07:00

Because of "Throw Your Arms Around Me", by Hunters & Collectors. Yeah, I know, no one has ever heard of it. But I remember it from my youth, and I remember it used to make me cry because it was so 'romantic'. Unfortunately I think I might have been about 15 when I heard it for the first time, and at that time my only outlet for romance and melty feelings was Wuthering Heights and imagining my

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-42547165401771337892008-04-03T07:06:00.000-07:002008-04-03T13:33:31.426-07:00

I had huge craving for chicken curry one day and only half an hour to spare...so here it is. It won't look like this, but it's going to be GOOD, and you'll have time to watch half a Battlestar Galactica episode, shave your legs, and play fifteen games of Scrabulous (bastards!).Speedy Chicken Curry2 chicken thighs, boneless and skinless, and *organic, chopped into bite-sized pieces1 small onion,

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-81665902574311257442008-04-01T13:20:00.000-07:002008-04-01T13:22:01.135-07:00

Or face irrelevance.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1983633441205533962008-04-01T11:26:00.000-07:002008-04-01T13:27:47.554-07:00

I was crossing Park Ave. today on 22nd street and I saw me at age 14. She was tall (the only difference) and wearing awkwardly tight (and unflattering) jeans that cut into her babyfat waist with a too-short but not skanky t-shirt (the kind you're always yanking down because you just realized it shrank that morning and nothing else was clean or you unwisely thought it would be fine and it would

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-86738831242468126612008-03-26T12:19:00.000-07:002008-03-26T12:57:16.220-07:00

Work is a dank, stinking place. But the 3rd floor bathroom smelled like disinfectant, fresh and clean. That must mean that you, shiny, are the purveyor of #3. Sick. We got a real crouchdown today, which is always fun. I was a cranky-ass BITCH in response. Also always fun. I also went to Trader Joe's and bought two bottles of wine. I'm sending these bastards the bill for my liver transplant in 30

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-4292460878964261232008-03-25T07:45:00.000-07:002008-03-25T08:07:10.942-07:00

In case you are interested, this is how Black Monday went.* There were two hours spent with the door closed.* There was one unidentifiable lean cuisine smell.* There was one unflushed 3rd floor bathroom poop.* There were 17 longing looks cast at shiny's dark office doorDay Two, Much Blacker Tuesday, isn't looking much better.* They took scrab from us* They're trying to take blogger from us, but

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-29319061693711614372008-02-29T13:21:00.000-08:002008-02-29T13:39:45.533-08:00

I find that watching this once a day vastly improves one's chance of staying sane. If you want to take this is an adorable, if dark, bit of video cheer, fine. I chose to believe that this must have been created by someone who has uncovered the essential truth underlying capitalist society. Sometimes workers work because of incentives. Sometimes, they work because they are tricked, lured by pink

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-54583062716868335342008-02-27T06:59:00.000-08:002008-02-27T07:40:26.916-08:00

I've been smoke-free for a year! Hoorah! Honestly, after the horrendous shaking withdrawals, crying, learning how to drink without smoking, and general sadnesses of the first three months, the rest of this year has been pretty damned good and it hasn't been that hard not to smoke.I don't know what this chick and I have in common other than we both wear bras that are too small. Ugh. Nonsmokers

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-13525006887785345222007-12-14T11:17:00.000-08:002007-12-14T12:02:16.492-08:00

Just to let you know that we're still in hell and handbasket mode, sex robots are the new black. From an article in Der Speigel:"Levy (ed. artificial intelligence expert, a.k.a hardcore gamer) is convinced that women, in particular, after initial misgivings, will welcome robots as an alternative to their sweaty husbands. The fact that their sexual appetites often go well beyond the mediocre

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-41475122923942837532007-11-08T07:47:00.000-08:002007-11-09T12:03:32.061-08:00

My alarm clock is set to NPR. If you knew me 10 years ago, you would have know that I needed two alarms, one halfway across the room, and the other, loud and honking, right beside my ear. But since the elderly are light sleepers...I now wake up to the gentle sounds of world news delivered in quiet, respectful tones. So, Nicolas Sarkozy was in town, and they're talking about it on NPR, and I'm

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-12946868477115240812007-11-05T06:41:00.000-08:002007-11-05T08:59:34.986-08:00

the speech bubble says, "i dig my toes into the sand the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a big blue blanket." so true. Sometimes I feel conflicted about graffiti, you know when some poor nona has to spend her fixed-income money to get rid of the huge penis that someone has painted on her garage-door? But not this morning. When I walk down the stairs of the G train (usually

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-74604434660060516282007-10-28T17:37:00.000-07:002007-10-28T17:59:52.878-07:00

It's hard to get back on the horse...so I'll just say that everything is good, still smoke-free, still watching Murder She Wrote on a Sunday night. I've been cooking a lot more, so here's a good recipe for the cooling weather. Dhal 1½ cup moong beans (red lentils, masoor dhal)2 garlic cloves 2 slice ginger 1 tablespoon chopped cilantro 1 tablespoon turmeric ½ teaspoon cayenne 1½ teaspoon

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-18335931932315601442007-07-25T13:11:00.000-07:002007-07-25T13:19:42.466-07:00

So kiss the ring? No, there was a whole mixup with various blogs, one identity being split, horcrux-like between many blogs...so like the good 77-year-old woman afraid of technology that I am, I decided to retreat from the threat of the internets and do some luddite things instead. So I've been doing work at work for a change, crossword puzzles, still not smoking (what what!), and trying to

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-60071191827538063602007-05-15T12:39:00.000-07:002007-05-15T13:00:52.806-07:00

Because he spent most of his life suggesting that gays, women seeking abortions, Tinky Winky, atheists and Muhammed were going to hell, I sincerely hope that Jerry Falwell had a chance, in the split second second before his huge, congested heart stopped, to reflect upon his life full of vitriol and hate and wonder if he was headed in that direction too. Farewell, Falwell (Ha ha, alliteration

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-50861678856963979212007-04-13T12:13:00.000-07:002007-04-13T12:26:35.358-07:00

Apparently smoking and drinking coffee protects you from Parkinson's disease. How can this be?!!I know that compared to smoking-related diseases, Parkinson's is quite rare. And it might have something to do with dopamine: the great neurotransmitter associated with food, sex, drugs, etc. People who develop Parkinson's tend to have a low-level of dopamine-creating cells in the brain, and

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-30245205839711489552007-04-13T09:51:00.000-07:002007-04-13T12:08:20.705-07:00

I remember reading Cat's Cradle when I was about 14, and I barely understood all the allegory and strange flights of fancy, but I have always been a science geek/groupie, so I really dug it. There was a collection of short stories too, Welcome to the Monkey House, that I loved. Mostly because there was a seriously mushy love story called "Long Walk to Forever" that I made everyone I knew read; I

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-7920671351142840902007-04-09T07:53:00.000-07:002007-04-09T08:47:17.505-07:00

yes, i know this is from Now, Voyager.I like Dark Victory because of all the cool smoking and melodrama. Just because I quit smoking doesn't mean that I don't still love it. (Pause to pop a Commit lozenge in my mouth.) I like the candy that has a hard candy/utensil that you lick and dip into a bunch of crystalline, flavoured sugar. Lick, dip, tweak! I

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-38251703083469610982007-03-03T15:19:00.000-08:002007-03-03T15:36:41.599-08:00

Things that give me a burning sensation:1. Commit lozenges2. Park SlopeBecause no one gets tired of Park Slope douchebag stories...I was sitting on the 5th ave bus (urgh) and the twat next to me was talking on his cell to a 'friend' (like he has friends with his adidas tearaway pants and Muscle Milk (I tried to peek inside his shopping bag for confirmation of douche status; that's what I imagine

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-8121162191959106612007-03-02T13:08:00.000-08:002007-03-02T14:08:44.237-08:00

lame, I know. But maybe it was cigarettes that made me cool?I just quit smoking. 4 days! Doesn't sound that impressive? Well, it's not. But it's something.Things I am grateful for (not an AA-higher power way): 1. Super-great smelling room 2. Sarah not getting lung cancer (I bet her stupid rotten tooth was because I smoked) 3. Only 10 years until my lungs are almost all healed, hoorah! 4. That

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-3774690460933357352007-02-02T13:40:00.000-08:002007-02-02T13:46:07.321-08:00

I think I'll watch the skies for the rain of fire after reading this.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-74114066324332748862007-02-02T13:24:00.000-08:002007-02-02T13:38:16.817-08:00

No, I'm not quitting smoking...quite yet. But I do resolve to blog more, just for my own sense of consistency and responsibility. And also my loyal readership (2. Small, but vocal!) is scandalized at my slackerness. So I've really been trying new things lately. Like yoga almost every day, a financial budget for the first time in my life (v. pathetic) so that's good, right? I thought about

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-24155308815761090502007-01-05T16:20:00.000-08:002007-01-05T20:16:59.578-08:00

I'm back from the great white north and back to my old habits of drinking wine on a Friday night and watching an ANTM marathon. Thank god. My parents are major health freaks and keep saying something about cigarettes and exercise. I don't remember exactly. Home was great. It's funny, I thought I could never live anywhere else, but now Toronto seems kind of foreign to me. It made me very sad,

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-18594852177140787002006-12-05T13:58:00.000-08:002006-12-05T14:25:16.263-08:00

I'm around for another little while longer! Thank you, American government (words that usually taste like ashes on my tongue). I'll keep spending, paying my taxes, having terrible health care coverage and loving it, and not be able to vote and living in a hovel in Brooklyn (what what) and you keep approving my visa applications, okay? Clearly a higher power wants this (see above).

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-18895836176142263772006-12-04T13:39:00.000-08:002006-12-04T14:00:05.411-08:00

I'm trying to find an appropriate Hanukkah present for a middle-aged couple who have everything. I don't know them well enough to give them this, but wouldn't it be fun if I could? I'm just going to end up sending them a big bag of chocolate candy(gelt, I love learning new words) that will invariably melt in the mail into a big pile of golden-flecked chocolate seeping through packing materials

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-62873175536707034732006-11-20T10:43:00.000-08:002006-11-20T11:11:38.967-08:00

Anton Corbijn is making a biopic about Ian Curtis and Joy Divison. Some kid, Sam Riley is going to play him. He's a bit too dishy, but it works.I think "Love will Tear Us Apart" is one of the most-covered songs ever. This is kind of awesome, but then I read that U2 touched it with their tentacles of lameness and performed it with Arcade Fire. Shudder.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-35891715809735180802006-11-20T07:53:00.000-08:002006-11-20T10:21:20.222-08:00

When your company is installing RSS readers on your computer and you don't even know what it means except for trying to panicked-ly trying to close Firefox and iTunes before Sparky with the clipboard erases my hard drive. Our IT department gave an indepth orientation on Outlook when I first started here, to give you an idea of their tech-savvy.It's like reading Rolling Stone for the latest in

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1162845628311955612006-11-06T12:33:00.000-08:002006-11-06T12:41:30.850-08:00

Even though this week is the CareBears National Care Week, today I: 1. Got yelled at by an unCaring author. 2. Got almost knocked over by an old lady in front of Whole Foods, causing me to stumble into my own hair with my cigarette. I lost a 2-inch tress. According to the Care Calendar, I was supposed to hold a door open for someone today. Instead, my hair smells like burning hell.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1161966320582298732006-10-27T07:41:00.000-07:002006-10-27T10:07:21.856-07:00

the gayest thing I can think of...Alright, enough already. There's a NY Post cartoonist, Sean Delonas, who is seriously burning my ass. I won't do him a service by reposting his cartoons here (for my legions of readers, holla!) but his homophobia manifests itself in low-quality art that is:1. Sophomoric.In a ruling on Wednesday, October 26th, the New Jersey Supreme Court decided that gay couples

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1160762535060126522006-10-13T10:49:00.000-07:002006-10-13T11:02:15.073-07:00

Welcome to the world, little Yariguies brush-finch! Scientists discovered a new species of punk-rock-plumaged bird in an undiscovered bit of Andean cloud forest this week, and now the area is going to be a protected national park. Hoorah, little one! In a week filled with terrifying nuclear testing, an assassination of a journalist, and planecrash scares, Orhan Pamuk and this cool-ass bird

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1159383277533021692006-09-27T11:12:00.000-07:002006-09-27T14:03:32.763-07:00

three cute blue-eyed cubs=one angry tiger stranded on boatThe New York Times is all about trendspotting. You don't say, people use this thing called craigslist for more than just sketchy apartment rentals? Really? People still care about looks even though it's online dating? I think they should do an article about super-snobby subway reading. There are the Post readers (would be treated with

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1158681400846925622006-09-19T08:35:00.000-07:002006-09-19T11:48:06.670-07:00

Did you know that the saying egg-sucking (and the reverse, which I used to use as a pretty big insult as a kid, e.g. Your Red Rover technique sucks eggs!) can refer to the practice of dogs who steal eggs on chicken farms? Of the many things I've learned from Johnny Cash--Juarez is DANGEROUS, you can't build a luxury car from stolen car parts, and frost on cotton leaves means that you're in the

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1158262524578015482006-09-14T12:27:00.000-07:002006-09-14T12:35:24.600-07:00

stewart and colbert in '08! Scorn and Zegna suits all around...And the dork-girls in glasses go doo doo doo, doo, doo, doo . . . It's not like he said, "I will not accept if nominated and will not serve if elected."(Oh Sherman, when am I going to do a book about you?)

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1156448413005448722006-08-24T12:27:00.000-07:002006-08-24T12:40:13.030-07:00

I want to be in a band when I get to heaven... I went to see the Shins at Mccarren Pool yesterday, and they were really great, even though they played 3 new songs, "the bane of the concertgoer's experience". And the best part of the night was that they forgot the words to New Slang at first, which was awesome, especially if you're a fan of the Shins pre-Natalie Portman and her fucking headphones

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1156186973407448172006-08-21T10:37:00.000-07:002006-08-21T12:13:17.226-07:00

I almost got crushed in the revolving doors at work today. Let me preface this by saying that over the past 1.9 years, I have had many near misses, always followed by a panicked-looking-around and a nervous giggle. This time I was really distracted, thinking about eating my halal chicken platter feast-lunch (btw, vote for the boys on the northeast corner of 23rd and bway for at least an

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1155741184852211522006-08-16T08:10:00.000-07:002006-08-16T08:43:01.090-07:00

Wow, this song has me shaking it in my chair. At work.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1155131129841132652006-08-09T06:37:00.000-07:002006-08-09T06:45:52.920-07:00

Like a tender kiss from Corleone. Sorry, Joe. If you weren't into it (I see indecision in your face), you shouldn't have made out with him out of pity. Any 14-year-old could have told you that.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1155068119149079412006-08-08T13:10:00.000-07:002006-08-08T13:15:19.160-07:00

I once read somewhere that red shoes were only for hookers and children. Me and my red high-heels feel closer to god already...

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1154617470837839352006-08-03T07:45:00.000-07:002006-08-03T08:05:37.436-07:00

Update: Remember fat man sweating while eating pudding on the subway platform? From yesterday? That was at Hoyt-Schermerhorn station. Where all good thoughts go to die. And the latest issue of the L Magazine agrees with me. The rape station (urban legend says that a woman was dragged to the abandoned railway track and raped while commuters watched) featured in a section entitled "5 Best Places to

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1154553963697730152006-08-02T14:07:00.000-07:002006-08-02T14:26:03.730-07:00

One last thing on this triple-play blogging day. I forgot to add the last strange thing I saw on my train ride in this morning, but it wouldn't have fit into the sexual misconduct theme I had going below. Unless you're into that sort of thing.My roommate and I were getting off the G to get on the Manhattan-bound C (just crossing the platform) when I saw the horror. A very fat, sweating man

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1154551693635646392006-08-02T13:44:00.000-07:002006-08-02T13:48:13.656-07:00

Even though my only experience with this heatwave will probably involve drugs, romance novels and chest hair (see below), apparently some of us are feeling the joie de vivre.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1154548146330498012006-08-02T12:15:00.000-07:002006-08-02T12:49:06.383-07:00

note pinched facial expressions and awkward body positions...ah, romance! Everyone is obsessed with the weather, how hot it is, how smelly it is, how humid it is, how much sleep you're not getting, how many times you showered versus how many times you should have showered, ad infinitum. I'm going to add my observations to the bunch. I suggest that I'm suffering a lot, maybe just as much as those

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1153677826988280092006-07-23T10:48:00.000-07:002006-07-23T11:03:47.000-07:00

Our lovely cat, Sam Mathew, passed away this morning. He was the best cat in the world (sorry Sarah), and my sister's boon companion/better half. Brave and strong, with a badass streak (he never met a litterbox that he liked), Sam also had a flair for aesthetics, was possibly gay, and I think, looked a bit like Rimbaud. We'll love you forever.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1153325224210277072006-07-19T07:42:00.001-07:002006-07-19T09:07:04.376-07:00

(JB sucking with a beard at a piano)For the second time in my life, someone has written a song for me. Instead of pathetic loser singing about me walking through a meadow (hello, had he ever met me before?), this song was written by superfriend extraordinaire, Ms. E. I. Written not in love (but where did that get me?) but in hate, I think. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever read. (To be

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1152491252396226682006-07-09T17:25:00.000-07:002006-07-09T17:27:32.406-07:00

Viva l'Italia!

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1151888752389156582006-07-02T17:50:00.000-07:002006-07-02T18:05:52.403-07:00

Sports reporter extraordinaire's predictions for the World Cup final:On merit/In reality: Germany and FranceThe two best teams. Will be a great match.For emotional value: Italy and FranceItaly hasn't won since 1982, but this will be Zidane's last game in professional soccer.For relative hotness of players: Italy and Portugallove love love. Oh, they're great soccer players too. Franceso Totti (l)

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1150861604703265812006-06-20T20:12:00.000-07:002006-06-20T20:46:44.773-07:00

My roommate reminded me that Angelina Jolie was on Anderson Cooper tonight, so while watching a healthy dose of therapeutic Law & Order, I decided to flip to the inanity that is CNN during the commercials.I know this is pretty heart-of-darkness, and I know that she is doing great things raising awareness in war-torn and poverty-stricken developing countries, but goddamn, she is annoying. Don't

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1150736013970954042006-06-19T09:48:00.000-07:002006-06-19T09:53:33.986-07:00

Ack. Totally stoned from novocaine. At work. Let's see if a monkey really can do my job...

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1150690694519744192006-06-18T21:16:00.000-07:002006-06-18T21:18:14.530-07:00

Great birthday weekend. That never happens, usually sunk in self-pitying morass and existential can't-sleep-at-night-sadness (also self-pitying).p.s. Still have to get my tooth drilled tomorrow.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1149993093791041102006-06-10T19:25:00.000-07:002006-06-10T19:32:09.136-07:00

Watch Fearless Freaks. One of the best rock-u-mentaries I've seen. Except for I Am Trying to Break your Heart.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1149988771986635752006-06-10T15:53:00.000-07:002006-06-10T18:22:02.593-07:00

Jesse fucking Helms?There's nothing sadder than the death of a childhood crush, is there? Especially a long, drawn-out death, like being shot in the stomach and burbling your last bloody breath out, except instead of the last 5 minutes of a movie, this lasted 15 years. Bono, this is how you did it. With a helpful timeline. 0. My sister and I used to act out the video for "With or Without you"

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1149629202653362492006-06-06T14:09:00.000-07:002006-06-06T14:27:54.433-07:00

El Greco, The opening of the Fifth Seal of the ApocalypseWho the hell gets cavities after the age of 11? Maybe you, if you have an all-pixie-stick-all-the-time habit or brush your teeth with lye and Coke. But unless smoking and angst rots your teeth, I think I'm getting a second opinion. That dark spot on my tooth could be anything.p.s. Clearly, font is brown for rot.p.p.s. Thanks, fucking Damien

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1148605392303580172006-05-25T18:02:00.000-07:002006-05-25T18:03:12.320-07:00

There are some days when everything is beautiful.

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She just doesn't give a shit...I might have done that...I am sick. Why don't people stay at home when they're sick so as not to infect the vulnerable and whiny? Blech. I've been trying to distract myself with sweet thing like this explodingdog.com Sam Brown illustration...and with funny things like this crazy dude. (see link below). I am going to crawl into bed with soup and Nyquil and watch

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1145305648626541652006-04-17T13:20:00.000-07:002006-04-17T13:27:28.650-07:00

Every sitcom, hackneyed movie, and David Sedaris was right. Holidays can only be tolerated with large quantities of alcohol.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1145204485960387072006-04-16T09:04:00.000-07:002006-04-16T09:21:25.976-07:00

the fluke hates easter too.The madness has to stop! I'm watching X-Files 24 hrs a day. I just finished season 1 and now I'm on season 2 (and in panic that the X-Files marathon of hermiting could end in the near future, I've already ordered season 3). It's worse than that, I ordered sushi for lunch and falafel for dinner last night, I'm really hibernating. I'm trying to extricate myself from the

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1143820206763683852006-03-31T06:48:00.000-08:002006-03-31T07:56:47.883-08:00

What to say about Matthew Barney? Drawing Restraint 9 was visually and acoustically stunning (though the operatic howling almost drove me mad, Bjork's soundtrack almost overshadowed the movie), and everything else was inexplicable. The narrative was curiously and comfortingly linear, with Bjork and Barney arriving onboard separately and being bathed, clothed, adorned and shaved for an elaborate

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1143740729775005252006-03-30T09:34:00.000-08:002006-03-31T06:47:41.906-08:00

I just took an "Are you normal?" quiz. Apparently I'm 47% normal: Wonderful eccentric: You've earned the title of wonderful eccentric, and while you're not a wild, gun slinging maverick, you certainly like to follow your own way. Of course, you probably don't think of yourself as eccentric. As Einstein might say, "It's all relative."Lame. Of course, I did just buy this hat.http://

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1143180705278141452006-03-23T22:07:00.000-08:002006-03-23T22:12:16.943-08:00

How much do you love the end of Reality Bites? Winona is not a good actress, but Ethan Hawke was luminous. His mojo lasted until 1999. Singles is on right now, vs. my bed. p.s. My font is brown in Eddie Vedder's honour.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1143002558190925932006-03-21T20:11:00.000-08:002006-03-21T21:27:00.886-08:00

I went to the Bring Em Home concert for peace last night, and the music was pretty great. Though when Rufus sang Hallelujah, I wished it was Jeff Buckley instead, like every time I hear that song. P.S. What do serious neoliberal kids have against dancing? Fischerspooner and Peaches were wasted on that crowd, they would have loved 3 hours of Bright Eyes. Annoying.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1142393099470633452006-03-14T19:15:00.000-08:002006-03-14T19:26:08.613-08:00

before coming undoneTwo guys on the train sang 'She's Come Undone' tonight, complete with acoustic guitar and portable drum set; one of the guys came and sat down beside me while singing. They actually started singing 'Smoke on the Water', then stopped and serenaded me with The Guess Who. Have you ever listened to the lyrics of that song? (useful horn section version of the song with lyrics below

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1142270337490107982006-03-13T09:08:00.000-08:002006-03-14T19:50:13.170-08:00

Since today is Obvious yet Irrelevant Day, as well as well as look-like-the-Cryptkeeper-or-Eddie-from-Iron-Maiden-day (see previous post): http://www.huffingtonpost.com/george-clooney/i-am-a-liberal-there-i-_b_17119.html God, who cares.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1142243429252042542006-03-13T01:24:00.000-08:002006-03-13T01:50:29.293-08:00

I drank coffee too late last night and couldn't/can't sleep. And now it's 4:26am and I'm in the danger zone (remember from when you would stay up all night studying? Past 4am means that no alarm in the world is going to wake you up the next morning). So far, I've read two chapters, realized it was antisocial sleepover (with myself) behaviour, and started uncontrollably watching the following

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1141925157671356772006-03-09T07:01:00.000-08:002006-03-09T10:38:15.883-08:00

"We believe we are the first to record neural activity from a monkey doing a somersault"So says a scientist at the University of Washington in Seattle. Apparently when a monkey is free to tumble, sets of neurons controlling opposing muscle groups are both active throughout many movements. Understanding this may be vital in creating a muscle-stimulating prosthesis to restore movement to a limb

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1141605662634645062006-03-05T16:21:00.000-08:002006-03-09T07:01:15.303-08:00

Why watch the Oscars? There's a Law & Order Marathon on all night. Jon Stewart should be entertaining, even though he's bloated with self-love. Even though it will be cringe-worthy to see Jack Nicholson stumble onto the stage to give another one of his doddering friends an honorary award for longevity, I do love the clench-jawed clapping of the losers, and the cameras always pan to them when

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1140900925483112442006-02-25T11:33:00.000-08:002006-02-25T12:55:25.520-08:00

I'm finally going to see them in Sayreville, NJ. Where is that? Don't know, but maybe there won't be as many NY music snobs there.I'm watching The Aristocrats, which is hilarious and horrifying. So far, the mime, Bob Saget and Carrie Fisher have told the joke the best. And the Smothers brothers.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1140815219007062132006-02-24T12:36:00.000-08:002006-02-24T13:31:12.266-08:00

Sing, goddess of the wrath of...'The Iliad' by Michael Kors.I haven't decided whether this is the best or the worst classical allusion I've ever seen.Why the Iliad?Maybe it's the epic lines? (Paeans will be sung to these shoes)The timeless hero legend? (We catch up with one brave woman, in media res, as she spends one full day in these shoes: a morning commute, work (with no kicking off of shoes

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1140492991813729712006-02-20T19:34:00.000-08:002006-02-20T19:37:04.983-08:00

and this...

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1140490910332867342006-02-20T18:41:00.000-08:002006-02-20T19:38:42.940-08:00

(cw from top. Venus and Cupid (Lorenzo Lotto), Ariadne (de Chirico) and Mother and Child (Calatrava)The Met was beautiful today, and today was a perfect day for it. We cruised (walked) down from the Met to 42nd street (where all good intentions and goodwill goes to die) on beautiful, sunny Fifth Ave. I bought an I love Paris (the city) calendar from the gift shop for a dollar, I figured Atget's

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1140394715613414992006-02-19T16:14:00.000-08:002006-02-19T16:19:45.980-08:00

BCE place, TorontoMagical day off tomorrow, going to see the Calatrava exhibit at the Met. Hoorah for George Washington's birthday.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1140382348925025112006-02-19T12:30:00.000-08:002006-02-19T16:02:07.766-08:00

Baby three-toed sloth smiles for the cameraMy first blog written in my pyjamas. To commemorate a day of sushi, The Cutting Edge and my roommate from Japan taking a picture of me with bedhead and an NYPD sweatshirt so she'll remember new york forever....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVPVtUWm0NElistening to: sufjan stevens illinoise, courtesy of my sister.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1139611004682018842006-02-10T10:58:00.000-08:002006-02-19T15:59:34.136-08:00

For better or worse, I joined a bookclub. Not a joiner, I know, but our first book is The Namesake. What does it matter what a bunch of overeducated women think about this book when A Million Little Pieces of Shame is still #9 on Amazon? But, I did really like this book a lot: I stayed up all night to finish it when I read it for the first time about two years ago. A little contrived (father's

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1136303585014213202006-01-03T07:35:00.000-08:002006-01-03T07:58:34.146-08:00

Turn your speakers up and find out why indeed Anna is cuter. Website baby Jesus Anna Creepy old man whisper Cute gurgly saliva bubbles Sad, martyred look Cheerful wave and peppy smile Headless floating Turns over, from stomach to back Saved people

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1136227148485262662006-01-02T10:17:00.000-08:002006-01-02T10:40:45.153-08:00

Um. I really miss smoking. Nine days.So far I've eaten two cookies and looked up a gym membership. Since I've decided to replace cigarettes with wisdom and not food, here's my quote of the day:There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1135302495178536692005-12-22T17:37:00.000-08:002005-12-22T18:00:40.876-08:00

Unfortunately, my house is no longer celebrating the Festival of Lights. Our blue and white lights are no more, we now have far less cheery red white and green lights decorating our house. Too bad, our ecumenicalism might have done some good for our eternal souls. My mom is always worried about that.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1135275751518322032005-12-22T10:04:00.000-08:002006-01-02T10:42:40.103-08:00

Since being home, all they've been talking about on the radio has been the upcoming 2005 Team Canada lineup. Other than the every-Canadian-understands-hockey-and-is-vaguely-interested-in-it-no-matter how-scornful-they-appear theory of genetics, I can't explain why I knew some of their names and teams.Brendan Shanahan made the team, hoorah. I had a huge 2002 olympics crush on him. You would too.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1135240392980725772005-12-21T23:50:00.000-08:002005-12-22T00:34:34.366-08:00

My first post from home....I still ate too much/not enough of my mom's cooking, she got mad at me for saying something anti-Christian, I haven't had a cigarette in 48 hours (to be remedied momentarily...but i think my dad is bribing me with something big to quit smoking which I promised to do anyway. I feel VERY guilty about this. My sister's friend came out for lunch with us, and I haven't seen

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1134770750159792992005-12-16T06:54:00.000-08:002005-12-16T14:05:50.193-08:00

Whoever said that Christmas in New York is a wonderful thing must have been the crackhead on the corner. People are shove-y, there was almost a transit strike (actually, there still might be) and shopping for presents, while wonderful, is exhausting. I'm considering getting everyone The Nightmare Before Christmas next year. EVERYONE.But here's why I love the holidays:1. It's almost always a white

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1134672507711284292005-12-15T10:09:00.000-08:002005-12-15T19:30:53.593-08:00

I've had a bad day.

ymathewnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331522.post-1133301763997447782005-11-29T13:58:00.001-08:002005-11-29T14:02:43.996-08:00

hilarious. i like her style, even though her mother insists on dressing her in wal-mart clothing.what does patti like to wear, you ask?j. crew. anna baby, when you want to be emancipated at 18, come to me and i'll give you some good dish on your mom.

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