Rockefeller Center

What good is the Top of the Rock?

The view of the Empire State building.

Proportionality

Main Entry: 2 proportional
Function: adjective
1 a : corresponding in size, degree, or intensity b : having the same or a constant ratio "corresponding sides of similar triangles are proportional"
2 : regulated or determined in size or degree with reference to proportions "a proportional system of immigration quotas"

I got a new bed, which is really exciting. It's a lot bigger than the one I had before which was a twin, so that doesn't take too much. But, now, my bed takes up over half my room. Which means that my room is fewer than 100" long. Which is disturbing in and of itself. Although, with the article about the changing LES (Lower East Side, y'alls), I consider that I pay a minimal amount of money for living *ah hem* wheres I's livin', and at least I know why: 1) it's New York 2) I live across the street from, as I understand it, one of the "coolest" bars downtown 3) Did I mention it's New York? And a pretty sweet apartment (I use the word "sweet" pretty loosely here. If you are in any other city than NYC, this is a distinctly *not sweet* apartment)...

...For the cost, it's quite proportional to what I "should" pay for living in the LES, more appropriately "Alphabet City", and this article proves that I *AM CORRECT*! That's that. Although, I should note, that our (my two roommates and my's) landlord has called and said, "with the rising interest in the neighborhood..ah, well, I'm going to have to call you back." Oy. We're collectively scared for the news to be delivered, but we're prettys sure it's illegal to deliver that news two to three days before we renew our lease. Lawyers, anyone? Whatever. We'll start making the bum on our step pay us a percentage...as long as the cops don't kick him off because of the yuppie scum who're 'swingin' by'. At least there are cabs in front of my place if I need one...

Anyway, getting back to proportions, proportianlity and proportionally.

I've decided, that even if my bed is RIDICULOUSLY large for the minute space it's in, at least the bed represents, proportionally, how important sleep and other bed-related (sorry family), activities are to me. I mean, the bed takes up half my room. Which is still maybe less time than sleep and sex take up of my life. If the rest of the room could be built exactly like my work, it would represent my life (not proportionally since I spend more waking hours at work...) but that would be REALLY lame and kind of depressing. Since I really do spend...hold for calculation...168 hours in the week...The average work week, probably 65 hours a week at work... That's average. Extremes will not be calculated here due to family member's heart conditions. That's 39% of my weekly time at work. Sleep? Let's be optimistic. 8 hours a night would be 33%. Sleep plus work = 72%. I probably really get 6 hours. That's 42 hours. That's a quarter of my week. Together it's 64% of my time. Now, I cannot go in to further analysis because that would require me to go analyze the hours I spend in sexual activity and that would be awkward. So bottomline, it's not true. The bed is not in proportion to how much time I spend in it. It's only proportionate to how much time I *wish* I spent in it.

This Week's Flavor: Mint Chocolate Cookie

Kate Leaves Manhattan

So I tried to start this here blog with Kate. Kate who's great. Ever since I met her while we were waitressing in Minneapolis, she's loved to write and has also loved to eat. I wanted to start this blog so that she and I would have a forum to discuss the cheap, delicious dinners, the mean hosts and the gorgeous chefs we'd come across. She wasn't up for it, so this blog has spiraled into a lovely outlet for my frustrations and joys.

Enter: a not joyful thing. Kate moved back to Minnesota yesterday! OK, so as far as joyful things go, it's pretty f'ing great Kate moved back. She went back to marry the love of her life, Matt. They're great together (funny, too, which helps). So THAT part is joyful, the part that's NOT joyful is that Kate has lived here every second I have, up til today. She's really become such a good friend and confidant.

Bottomline: I miss her.

Here's some photo documentation of one of our last outings (mind you, Kate and I weren't great frequenters of museums. Mostly bars and restaurants...oy!).



I seriously considered not putting this one in. But the others only look better when compared...



The Empire State Building from the top of Rockefeller Center



Cuter Kate and Susie



The real Kate and Susie ;)

I miss you, Kate! New York misses you! And we're both really really happy for you, too.

Please Stop Dreaming

Oy! I wish I could go to bed! But I can't. I have things to think about, companies to call that only answer late at night, and I have to wind down from fricking stupid work! WORK! Of all things. If I had to wind down from skiing all day, or almost hitting an iceberg while sailing, anything other than stupid stupid capitalism. Why must I think about red napkins at midnight when I have to get up to deal with those same red napkins at 5.30am? I'm envious of physical labor.

Am I doing something wrong here? What am I "supposed" to be doing?

Ugh! Goodnight for f's sake!

Pete and Brian's One Man Show Opens TONIGHT!

As I mentioned a while back, Pete and Brian's One Man Show is going up TONIGHT! I really hope you go-it's really fun and funny! (And a steal at $4.99 with free beer...)

From their website:

Pete and Brian's One Man Show is back!

Every monday @ 8:00

February 6th to March 13th

That's six mondays!

With a different guest host and new opening acts every week! Woohoo!

@
The 13th Street Repertory Company
50 West 13th Street (b/t 5th Ave. & 6th Ave.)

only $4.99!

for tickets, e-mail onemanshowtickets@gmail.com,
or call 212.502.3603

please let us know your name, what date you would like to come, how many tickets you want, your contact info, and your favorite word--maybe we'll incorporate it into the show!

[note: we're not going to incorporate your favorite word into the show.]

Cherry Garcia

Eating a pint of ice cream, contrary to popular belief, can happen at any time of day. Not just in the night time whilst watching the telly. In fact, I'm working on one right this minute. It's sitting to the right of my computer-for easy access.

I will not eat

Because, if I'm going to enjoy ice cream, I need to have the creamy, dairy-liscious-ness of, well, fat.

Ben and Jerry come up with some seriously good stuff. One of the things Ben's come up with is True Majority where the National Defense Budget is explained in Oreos, of if you were thinking "WTF?!!?" about the US's nuclear stockpile, it will be explained to you here, illustrated in BBs.

While on the subject of the end of the world, I'd like to plug my long time favorite: The End of the World. I'd also like to give a shout out to the world and its beauty, while we still have it: The Earth and more options.

Now I'm going to take Kate, one of my best friends, who's getting married and moving back to Minneapolis, on a last hurrah in NYC. We'll go to a one of a kind bra shop (because they are truly important), the top of the Rockefeller Center, which I enjoyed with my parents a few months back, dinner at my place of work with our friend Betsy, and then dancing..somewhere on a Sunday night. I think it's the best date I've ever planned :) And it'll be fun. And kind of sad :( But fun!