No Suprise, they came around to the Simpsons

I was reading "The Week" and came across an article "Harry Potter: Touched by the Divine?" and it cities this.
I'm serious. These people are crazy. First evil, then the son of god.
I called it in my last blog.

I will miss you....

For the first time in my life I have a huge twinge of longing to go back to Minnesota. I could have stayed a month. I think this is the first time I have left knowing that a full time job with little to no more time off in the next year awaits me. (Ug how I loathe schedules and having to work!) I love New York because of my friends and the new people I meet constantly; however, I think I am made to live in a less stressful environment. I quickly pick up on the nervous energy in the city, and I think it has a negative affect on my general health and person as a whole. Sitting in my backyard, reading, being with my family- it was wonderful. I’m sure I will be in the City for quite some time, but I am not a “life-er”. At some point I will need space, trees, water, relaxation, and I will need it more than just a weekend vacation.


In other news I finished the last and final installment of Harry Potter (in two days – it felt like two hours). It ended perfectly and I loved it. I find in incredibly odd that right-wing freaks are so opposed to the series. It is a classic tale of good vs. evil, and it doesn’t get much more biblical than the (STOP READING IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT YET) “laying down one’s life for another” theme. I also get annoyed with people “too intellectual” and dislike it because, I think, the mass popularity. No, you will not find some enlightenment in the final installment, but it is damn entertaining. I find that most people against Harry Potter (in both the religious and snob parties) haven’t bothered to read the book. I think it says volumes about the person and the opinions they form/information they gather in general.

So whatever nah-sayers, just read and enjoy.

(P.S. I also am over the "I read the last 5 pages" group of you as well.... that's just wrong.)

The Word

I escaped Brooklyn (narrowly) last Wednesday. The one day I am looking to fly to the Midwest and I am plagued by a tornado on the east coast. Figures. Also, as I was trudging in the humidity and heat with my suit case, trying to find some sort of transport (as the subways were down and for some reason all the cabs seemed MIA… no cabs to be found in New York?!? figures) my bridesmaid dress fell out of the “garment bag” (aka garbage bag) and I rolled over it was frustrated vigor. I roughed up some of the sateen fibers, which meant there was little to nothing I could do to mend. Figures again. I finally reached the airport to be greeted with some of the most insane lines I have ever encountered in all my travels. Figures, figures, figures. However, I did, as I said, escape the city in a grand hurrah and landed in Minneapolis.

I had such a wonderful time at my cousins wedding. A whirlwind as I flew in Wednesday night, had a full day of pampering, rehearsing, and grooms-dinner-ing on Thursday, wedding on Friday, brunch on Saturday, my other cousin’s baby shower on Sunday, and drove to Fergus Falls, home to my parents, on Sunday.

Sunday evening my parents white van rolled into the local grocery store, Service Foods, to get some bacon for BLTs that evening. My father went inside to purchase. I told my mom I would like some faux bacon as I am trying to cut back on my meat intake. She went inside to ask. The limited Boca section did not have bacon, and I believe the woman who helped her stated something like, “that doesn’t go over too well with people in these parts” or some such…maybe she also had a shotgun… who really knows. The point my father came out with the purchased bacon and we went home. He asked me what I would like to dine on the following evening: venison, ducks, goose, etc etc etc. I mentioned I have been pretty veggie lately and trying to cut back on my meat. He was startled. A little shocked.

“Ahhh...I was TOLD that.”

????

Yes folks. Fifteen minutes earlier (mere moments after I rolled into town) the grocer who helped my mother veggie out-ed me to my father. He of course denied it to the end, “You must be mistaken… not MY daughter….” and left the confused women.

The good word travels fast, and I knew I was back in Small Town, USA.

Like Veruca Salt...

...I want my own Suri Cruise Doll.... seriously... this kid is ridiculously cute. I don't care if Katie Holmes is in a sick marriage as Tom's beard. She got a damn cute kid in the process.

The Rundown

The past few weeks have been absolute insanity. Highs, lows, and in-betweens, I've run the gamut; if there has been a consistent it's the world-wind factor.

The best news is I've moved to Williamsburg! I am so pleased to be in Brooklyn; it is much more my home than any other place I have been in the City. My apartment is fantastic- a huge industrial loft- and I have already met the neighbors. Everyone (except for “Jim”- another story) is young, creative, and carries a great vibe around in their hipster knapsacks.

Last week I also participated in a health and wellness/holistic medicine documentary with Cameron Alborzian. I spoke to him about my lifestyle, about having fibromyalgia, and in generally just feeling a bit shitty all the time. His prognosis: I am too filled with air and fire and am living in extremes. I need to find balance. I need to find out why I move all the time and have so much trouble staying put. He told me I am to eat simply and regularly, get to bed earlier and get up earlier, participate in quiet activities. I haven’t eaten meat since speaking with him (something I never thought I would do) and am going to start the harder scheduling things when I go home next week. I need a quiet week, free of work and stress, to jump start these major changes and make a plan of how to incorporate that into my lifestyle here in New York. It’s going to be hard, but something that needs to be done.

As of last night I finished the costumes for the fringe show I was working on, “A Mikvah”. I went up to meet with the lovely cast and co yesterday in Connecticut where rehearsals were taking place. Eating a fresh fruit salad with everyone gathered, speaking about the play, enjoying a perfect evening, a thought flashed through my head: I need to send Craig Newmark flowers.

Craig has changed my life considerably. Almost every aspect now has been affected, found, purchased, met, etc because of his lovely site, including all of the above mentioned. Craig’s list has brought me to California, found most all of my homes, helped me meet a considerable amount of people, found me work, found me gigs, gave me all the furniture I own. I have participated in things I would have never discovered without him (a holistic teacher… really??) and opened my networking community in a real way. My world would have been much smaller without him.

So to you Craig Newmark: