I spent the day researching copyright permissions. Over and over and over and over. Now I'm watching Law & Order: SVU and there were two episodes in a row with essentially the same plot: rape, wrong suspect, catch the right suspect, turns out right suspect had GOOD REASON to rape the victim. Oh Law & Order, come on. Either think up a new plot line or get off the air.
Lev and I are counting down the days until we move into our new apartment. We sign the lease next Friday. I've been semi-compulsively checking craigslist for new furniture. Too bad I can't really get anything yet, I mean, what is the point of buying stuff before you move? But when we move in I'm having a blowout.
April 6, 2011
April 5, 2011
whoops
Oh man I was totally wrong. I know that writing a post about a post is unnecessary (or is it "meta?") but here goes. My dad reads this blog (Hi Dad!) and he pointed it out (at least I think that was him) in the comments section of my last post. I guess I assumed that blogging about personal stuff is a chick thing and that men only want to blog about/read about technical stuff/stereo equipment. I was wrong! Sorry Papa!
OK so about five years ago I thought it was a hilarious joke to be like, "Oh the COMMUTE!" because I was so incredibly sure that I would never have a job that I could not walk or bike to. And, like, I wouldn't want a job like that, man. Well cut to now where I'm driving 15 miles into the suburbs every day to work at a job that I absolutely love, to work with people that are wonderful, and to get paid...but Oh the COMMUTE! We are really looking forward to our new place because I am a half hour closer to work and Joel will get to stop hearing me kvetch about the drive.
I feel strange being such a driver. For a long time I didn't even have a driver's license--I had lost my wallet about a year after moving to the Chi and with it my Oregon license (which I had never bothered to turn in for an Illinois one, but that is a whole different story about what I'm bad at). I used my passport for ID and it was No Big Deal that I didn't have a license--I delivered stuff on my bike, who needs a license for that? After I quit biking for work I got a job at UIC and I started biking to work, winter, spring, summer and fall. I loved the vigorous exercise that entailed just getting to work and back. I avoided the secretarial spread!
And today I purchased an exercise DVD, "The Bar Method." Which means that I am most definitely a driver. But I am also happier than I've ever been.
OK so about five years ago I thought it was a hilarious joke to be like, "Oh the COMMUTE!" because I was so incredibly sure that I would never have a job that I could not walk or bike to. And, like, I wouldn't want a job like that, man. Well cut to now where I'm driving 15 miles into the suburbs every day to work at a job that I absolutely love, to work with people that are wonderful, and to get paid...but Oh the COMMUTE! We are really looking forward to our new place because I am a half hour closer to work and Joel will get to stop hearing me kvetch about the drive.
I feel strange being such a driver. For a long time I didn't even have a driver's license--I had lost my wallet about a year after moving to the Chi and with it my Oregon license (which I had never bothered to turn in for an Illinois one, but that is a whole different story about what I'm bad at). I used my passport for ID and it was No Big Deal that I didn't have a license--I delivered stuff on my bike, who needs a license for that? After I quit biking for work I got a job at UIC and I started biking to work, winter, spring, summer and fall. I loved the vigorous exercise that entailed just getting to work and back. I avoided the secretarial spread!
And today I purchased an exercise DVD, "The Bar Method." Which means that I am most definitely a driver. But I am also happier than I've ever been.
April 4, 2011
civil
Tonight Lev and I are watching the Civil War documentary. Well, he is really in the other room but he's been coming in here to look at the television at regular intervals. He's also yelling commentary from the other room about the show. I remember when this was on PBS for the first time--my father watched it avidly. And when Dad turned on the TV, it was TIME FOR BED! You don't mess with my father about bedtime. Or anything else for that matter.
A few weeks ago he told me that he had read my blog. He said that he liked it. I can say for sure that my father read it once and that was enough! He will probably never look at it again. My mother, on the other hand (Hi Mom!), is my most outspoken reader. That is her, "eileen," and she is a prolific commenter. I love that I have supportive parents!
These photographs in the Civil War documentary are truly disturbing. Bodies and bodies and even the living look dead in old photos. I'm trying to bring my DMV-related frustration into perspective by watching this. Oh wow. "Rich man's war; Poor man's fight." Not much has changed.
April 3, 2011
green-purple
Dinner tonight: quinoa with flaxseeds and a kale, chard, red cabbage and mushroom stir fry. With lemon. And the kitchen door is open because it is SEVENTY-TWO DEGREES in the chi today!
April 2, 2011
new apartment!
Oh my gosh!!! We are now the proud renters of an AMAZING two-bedroom apartment in a beautiful, safe neighborhood on the north side! It was kismet. My friend went with me to look at an apartment today but I didn't like it. We had lunch (amazing Thai by the way--best in Chicago by far, but I digress), and after lunch I dropped my friend off at her house, remarked on how nice her neighborhood was and how much I'd always liked it, and told her that I was going to creep around for a little bit and look at For Rent signs.
I turned on the next block, and lo and behold, a For Rent sign! In front of a gorgeous white stone building. I called, left a message, and was creeping around a little more when the landlord's daughter (it's a family operation) called me back and asked if I wanted to look at it right then. I knew it was perfect the minute I walked in--huge bedrooms, gleaming hardwood floor, light streaming in from the banks of windows in every room. And ENORMOUS! And priced completely within our budget! And incredibly well-cared for!
SO I made a deposit and put our info on the application, and the landlady was great and very personable. We were chatting and she said to me, "I should let you know that I like you so much. You got the apartment, I'm sure your references are great." Yay! I mean, my references are great, check away, but YAY! on getting a great and huge place! and YAY on having a wonderful family to rent from!
So that was my Saturday! It's like the stars are aligning, I swear!
I turned on the next block, and lo and behold, a For Rent sign! In front of a gorgeous white stone building. I called, left a message, and was creeping around a little more when the landlord's daughter (it's a family operation) called me back and asked if I wanted to look at it right then. I knew it was perfect the minute I walked in--huge bedrooms, gleaming hardwood floor, light streaming in from the banks of windows in every room. And ENORMOUS! And priced completely within our budget! And incredibly well-cared for!
SO I made a deposit and put our info on the application, and the landlady was great and very personable. We were chatting and she said to me, "I should let you know that I like you so much. You got the apartment, I'm sure your references are great." Yay! I mean, my references are great, check away, but YAY! on getting a great and huge place! and YAY on having a wonderful family to rent from!
So that was my Saturday! It's like the stars are aligning, I swear!
April 1, 2011
april no-fooling
I've been TIRED. My new job is the right kind of exhausting. Cut to me not writing as much as I could be.
Sometimes I hit the "next blog" link and read random blogs that way. It bums me out when I come across blogs where the last entry says, "Sorry I haven't been writing! I have been so BUSY!" So I'll heed my own advice on this one...
And on that note...tonight was (is?) date night. We went to the movies and sat in reserved seats. Apparently that's the way they are doing the movie theater experience now. I mean, I guess if you are paying $12.50 apiece for the ticket plus $5 for a bag of popcorn, size small, and $4 for the Reese's Pieces that your beloved accidentally spills all over the floor, they can at least guarantee that you will be able to sit together. Right? We watched "The Lincoln Lawyer," a drama featuring Matthew McConaughey's bright-white teeth.
And after the movie we could not find where we parked the truck. Like, searched-all-three-floors-of-the-parking-garage couldn't find it. It's always the last place you look (i.e. right where you parked it).
Tomorrow I look at more apartments. Wish me luck.
Sometimes I hit the "next blog" link and read random blogs that way. It bums me out when I come across blogs where the last entry says, "Sorry I haven't been writing! I have been so BUSY!" So I'll heed my own advice on this one...
And on that note...tonight was (is?) date night. We went to the movies and sat in reserved seats. Apparently that's the way they are doing the movie theater experience now. I mean, I guess if you are paying $12.50 apiece for the ticket plus $5 for a bag of popcorn, size small, and $4 for the Reese's Pieces that your beloved accidentally spills all over the floor, they can at least guarantee that you will be able to sit together. Right? We watched "The Lincoln Lawyer," a drama featuring Matthew McConaughey's bright-white teeth.
And after the movie we could not find where we parked the truck. Like, searched-all-three-floors-of-the-parking-garage couldn't find it. It's always the last place you look (i.e. right where you parked it).
Tomorrow I look at more apartments. Wish me luck.
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