tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31172752011-04-21T19:04:10.879-04:00shallow thoughts by csollyThis is a blog I kept from 2001-2003.Carynnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-896373022003-02-24T06:59:00.000-05:002003-02-24T06:59:11.483-05:00OK, now that I've calmed down, here's the scoop:
I've accepted a job as editorial assistant at Beliefnet, which is located in midtown Manhattan. I'm very excited about it for a lot of reasons, the main one being that it's exactly the kind of work I want to be doing; I'm going to be writing daily newsletters and in charge of maintaining parts of the web site. They also seem excited to have meCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-895089312003-02-21T13:17:00.000-05:002003-02-21T13:17:09.006-05:00I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!
Details to come later, but right now I'm busy jumping up and down, screaming and yelling. I'll get back to you when I'm done.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-894716222003-02-20T21:56:00.000-05:002003-02-20T21:56:27.000-05:00Life is hard, man. Sometimes so hard that all the Advil and yoga in the world can't make it go away. Hugs might do it, but Ozzie's not much of a hugger.
I know a lot of you are going through some rough stuff of your own right now, too, and my thoughts are with you. Maybe if you send me some good vibes, and I send you some good vibes, we can all come out of this on top. Sooner, rather than Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-893725362003-02-19T10:26:00.000-05:002003-02-19T10:26:42.976-05:00Got back last night safe and sound.
I'd try to write this better, normally, but I'm kinda pooped, so I'll just tell you what happened.
I was going to DC for the weekend with Jess & her mom (purpose of trip was to pick up Jess' little sister's car which had broken down and been repaired down there). I was looking forward to the trip all week for so many reasons. I love hanging out with Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-892379522003-02-17T08:35:00.000-05:002003-02-17T08:35:31.860-05:00Snowed in. In Annapolis. There's about 3 feet. I'll tell ya more later, but I'm having a lovely time, staying warm and won't be back til NYC til it's safe. Ciao.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-890312472003-02-13T08:53:00.000-05:002003-02-13T08:53:53.323-05:00Terror of War and War on Terror
Yesterday, I posted an away message that read, "i'm pretending that the world isn't coming crashing down around us," in reaction to the nonstop chatter about terrorism and war.
I started to think, though, that it may not be like this everywhere, but people here can't seem to shut up about it. Newspapers and TV news are splattered with messages about the Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-885892212003-02-05T09:00:00.000-05:002003-02-05T09:00:26.420-05:00I've been exercising a lot more lately. Ever since Christmas when we went out to eat a lot in Hilton Head, and in January when I ate out a lot, I feel like I've gotten a little out of shape. So I've been doing my yoga tapes a lot and even ordered a new one (which has yet to arrive in the mail). And, on nice days, I've been taking long walks. I'm just not good at running, but I can walk for a Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-885461552003-02-04T14:50:00.000-05:002003-02-04T14:50:26.460-05:00I had dinner last night with a friend that I have known since grade school and we had such a funny time.
She: "I think I was a New Yorker trapped in the Midwest. You know what I mean?"
Me: "I know exactly what you mean."
... Plus, I could totally use a hug. This job-hunting can be heartbreaking. Ugh. I hope I find one soon.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-884731592003-02-03T09:41:00.000-05:002003-02-03T09:41:14.743-05:00Sorry for the long break, but here's an update.
Birthday: Very fun day. Didn't do too much, but Heather klein bought me sushi (we were going to go out, but it was one of those REALLY cold nights, so we just stayed in, and were better off for it.)
Birthday Party: Tons of fun! Thank you to everyone who came - especially those who came from out of town! That meant a lot to me and I hope youCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-873797572003-01-13T19:21:00.000-05:002003-01-13T19:23:38.000-05:00Oh man, I'm getting so excited about my upcoming birthday party. A lot of people from out of town are going to be coming AND even those people are dragging friends along. Plus all the people I know here in town and all of their friends. I think tomorrow I'm going to buy myself a birthday present of a new (but not expensive) dress to wear.
I had a good weekend. Friday night I went out with Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-872377212003-01-10T17:21:00.000-05:002003-01-10T17:27:11.000-05:00Ugh, must ... get ... Donnie ... neutered.
Now he's taken to going to the window, howling at the dirty little kitties that prowl the roof outside, and luring them onto the window ledge so they can howl at each other some more, a pane of glass apart.
It is kind of funny to see, but I think he's prob pretty unhappy that the little skanks are out of reach. Poor fella.
Must get neutered.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-871482372003-01-08T23:18:00.000-05:002003-01-10T09:43:40.000-05:00Whoa ... I've been informed by my brother that The Bachelorette not only grew up in the St. Louis area, but also went to our church. He said they showed a pic of her kicking around in the very same soccer uniforms that we used to wear. (Out there in StL, extracurricular soccer, which everyone plays, is organized by churches; even if you don't go to church, that's who ya gotta go to to play.)Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-870732462003-01-07T14:51:00.000-05:002003-01-07T14:51:43.833-05:00For a kitten that supposedly hates my guts, Donnie follows me around an awful lot. What a tease.
Things are going pretty well. New Year is off to a good start. Lots of job openings up my alley, which makes me very hopeful that something great will be coming along shortly. Money is tight, but household is under control. (Except for the kitten with the raging hormones, whose testosterone Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-869480702003-01-04T23:47:00.000-05:002003-01-04T23:51:59.000-05:00I think we've found the problem ...
[conversation with Kari, bro Matt's girlfriend]
Kari: Matt says he is gonna send back the lava rock he took from Hawaii.
See Solly: send back? what lava rock?
Kari: He took a lava rock when you all where in Hawaii.
Kari: I guess Matt saw on TV that it is bad luck.
See Solly: ahh
Kari: He says that it is cursed.
See Solly: then get rid of it!
Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-869366572003-01-04T17:57:00.000-05:002003-01-04T17:57:04.640-05:00You're not going to believe this, but ...
Dad has broken his ankle.
::commence laughter::
Man, my parents are weird. This is even worse than the year they each individually confided in Matt and me and that they were getting the other a hot-air balloon ride for their anniversary.
Dad, we know you love Mom and all, but I think you've gone a little too far this time. (I have a sneaky Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-868273792003-01-02T08:41:00.000-05:002003-01-02T08:44:01.000-05:00Ups and Downs, Ups and Downs
Dad kept calling our Christmas trip "the worst vacation ever." With an attitude like that, it was a little hard to have fun, but we tried. In Hilton Head, we did get to play golf (but only once), rode our bikes, went to a great Christmas concert, and had lots of great seafood meals. On the downside, Dad was given a work assignment just before he left for the Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-867794002003-01-01T03:05:00.000-05:002003-01-01T03:05:46.050-05:00Yeah, happy new year's and all that. Bleh.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-863194512002-12-20T09:43:00.000-05:002002-12-20T11:40:10.000-05:00Sorry for not posting in a while ... I've had a very good week and am really excited about leaving for Xmas vacation. Yesterday, I finished up (er, started and finished) my shopping, and today I must make time to pack. I hate packing. I probably won't actually do it until I'm on my way out the door tomorrow.
Here's a funny story from this week ...
During my freshman year of college, I Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-860288932002-12-15T08:49:00.000-05:002002-12-15T08:49:41.980-05:00Well, let's see ...
Boston was great, as usual. We went out for Indian food for nytyme's birthday; had a girls' night of cookie-making; and went out for drinks at a cool new bar in Brighton. I had a wonderful time and I'm glad I got to see a lot of people to wish them merry Christmas.
Last night, I went to Heather's holiday party, which was so much fun. Through her parties, I've gotten Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-858436512002-12-11T11:29:00.000-05:002002-12-11T11:30:50.000-05:00Oh, I haven't mentioned this in a while, but it's been 72 days since I last had a cigarette. I feel great. I only have about 1 craving a week, and it's almost always when I'm drinking. I was in my local corner store last night, buying soda, and the guy behind the counter said, "Marlboro Lights?"
"No," I said. "I've quit! I haven't had a cigarette in over two months now! Isn't that great?"Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-858373872002-12-11T09:02:00.000-05:002002-12-11T09:02:41.573-05:00Since many of you have asked, the job interviews have all gone pretty well. (With the exception of one, which was a bomb, but humorous and not really disappointing at all.) I don't know when I'll hear back from any of them, but be sure, if I get a job, you will know about it.
And, since all the interviewing is behind me now, and I have no plans for the rest of the week, I'm going to Boston Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-857513992002-12-09T18:32:00.000-05:002002-12-09T18:32:29.190-05:00Tra la la ... not much to say. I had a good weekend. Drank way too much, recovered all the rest of the weekend. Bleh. Knitting is going well. Cats are playing nicely. Oh yeah ... and I finally got myself a new DVD player! Yee haw!!!Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-855376082002-12-05T09:26:00.000-05:002002-12-05T09:26:16.740-05:00I'm having nightmares again. Bleh. Last night was one of the worst too. I won't describe it in detail because I can't. I can't believe my own imagination came up with that dream, but it did involve the mutilation and killing of my own cats, Ozzie and Donnie. I was so upset in the dream, as I would be in real life if those things happened to my boys. But, now I'm awake, with my gorgeous Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-854843802002-12-04T10:15:00.000-05:002002-12-04T10:15:19.136-05:00Mmm ... look at this strapping superhero looking for love ...Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-854684282002-12-04T01:06:00.000-05:002002-12-04T01:22:39.000-05:00(Aw, damn. I missed blogging about this by an hour. OK OK, imagine that it's still the 3rd and the post will be much cooler.)
Twelve years ago on Monday, December 3, 1990, the entire state of Missouri was gripped by fear ... of an earthquake.
St. Louis lies on the New Madrid fault line, which has caused many earthquakes there. (I felt one myself while I lived there.) Climatologist Dr. Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-853999352002-12-02T18:05:00.000-05:002002-12-02T18:08:50.000-05:00Dr. Phil and the Dalai Lama Agree:
I Am the Key to My Own Happiness
All I needed was to give myself a good talking-to. This is what I told myself.
I am where I am in my life because of the choices I have made. Though it can be said that some of the changes in my life have occurred because it was acted upon by outside forces, it has always been my decision as to how to deal with it. I takeCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-853550072002-12-01T21:19:00.000-05:002002-12-01T21:21:08.000-05:00Gosh, I feel rotten. I'm sure it's just post-Thanksgiving blues, since I started feeling lousy on the plane ride back from StL. I was distracted last night with lots of social activity, which was a lot of fun, but I haven't had much to do today except be a worry wart. A little while ago, though, I did pick up my kitting needles and taught myself a few things. (I can cast-on and knit, but Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-853378682002-12-01T13:31:00.000-05:002002-12-02T18:12:46.000-05:00www.worldAIDSday.orgCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-852208242002-11-28T14:14:00.000-05:002002-11-28T14:16:45.000-05:00I'm having a wonderful time here at home in Missouri. A few nights ago, Mom "whooped some booty" (her words, not mine!) at Scrabble. She did last night too. That woman is great at Scrabble. Put Dad and I to shame.
Last night, I hung out with my old pal Anne. Anne and I met in high school, so we've known each other for about 10 years, making her one of my oldest friends that I still keep Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-851079122002-11-26T09:02:00.000-05:002002-11-26T09:07:38.000-05:00Ahhh ... how nice is it to go to sleep in a bed that my mother made with flannel sheets, just for me, because she knew I was feeling chilly? Very nice, even if it is a twin bed.
I made it here to St. Louis without incident. I breezed through the self-check-in (love it!) and through the security checkpoints, which seem to have multiplied like rabbits.
I still have not read The Lord of the Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-850585372002-11-25T11:02:00.000-05:002002-11-25T11:03:27.000-05:00Last Night, Heather and Dan's apartment, Sopranos Sunday complete with Thanksgiving dinner
Caryn: They have Thanksgiving in Canada too, right?
Dan: Yep.
Caryn: What do you guys do to celebrate?
Dan: Same thing. Big meal. We eat all the same things. Thanksgiving there is in October.
Caryn: ... What does Canadian Thanksgiving celebrate?
Dan: I don't know.
Dinner was awesome. I Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-849942212002-11-23T23:30:00.000-05:002002-11-23T23:30:31.050-05:00Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I think my DVD player is broken!!!!!!!!!!!!Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-849908872002-11-23T21:51:00.000-05:002002-11-23T21:54:28.000-05:00Oh! The interview! So glad you asked ...
It went super. I'm perfect for the job. I was very well prepared. I'm quite anal about job interviews because they're so important to me. So, though I may be lazy and/or sloppy in other parts of my life, I leave nothing to chance when it come to job interviews. (As opposed to some who just "wing it.") I wore my suit (despite the pleated pants; ICarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-849698872002-11-23T10:11:00.000-05:002002-11-23T10:11:57.400-05:00Hee - Progress is being made! This morning was the first that I woke up, smelled the clothes I wore to the bar the night before, and was grossed out by the nasty smokiness of them. I've been Febreezing my coat all morning trying to get the smell out. And I'm getting such a kick out of it.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-849062932002-11-21T23:14:00.000-05:002002-11-21T23:16:12.000-05:00Awww, what a nice night I've had. Marcia came over for dinner and we had a great long talk. (Yes, I made dinner. Shock-shock.) I hadn't seen her in a long time, so it was great to have a whole evening to ourselves to catch up. Then I came online after she left, and ended up chatting with my med-student friend from high school, Anne. We've already made vague plans to hang out next week when ICarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-848894512002-11-21T16:50:00.000-05:002002-11-21T16:50:25.783-05:00Wow-wee! Things are happening! Not only do I have an interview tomorrow for a job, but I've already set up two more for the week after Thanksgiving! All editorial positions! Hooray!!!Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-848663612002-11-21T07:33:00.000-05:002002-11-21T07:33:11.363-05:00Anyone know how to settle a nervous stomach? I've had it ever since I found out about my job interview. If you know me well, you probably know I have a "get it over with" attitude toward tough nerve-wracking things, so the fact that I haven't gotten to do my interview yet is annoying to me. If it were up to me, we sould have done it yesterday. But, I still have a day-and-a-half to go before Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-848143512002-11-20T09:08:00.000-05:002002-11-20T09:11:26.000-05:00Supposedly, there is a day of the year that more people quit smoking annually than New Years Day. Join me and quit smoking tomorrow, November 21, The Great American Smokeout. Your friends, family, body and -- most importantly -- YOU will be so glad you did. Someone told me once that today is the easiest day you will ever have to quit; it will only get harder.
I'm happy to lend support to anyCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-848138442002-11-20T08:54:00.000-05:002002-11-20T08:54:02.410-05:00Before you ask, my interview has been rescheduled to Friday.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-847708502002-11-19T12:28:00.000-05:002002-11-19T12:28:17.426-05:00Big day for csolly:
* I got called for my first interview of this job search! Hallelujah! Wish me luck! (Interivew is tomorrow.)
* Today is Day 50 of Caryn: The Non-Smoker
* I bought high-heels and pantyhose for the first time in ages. (Did you know that L'eggs don't come in eggs anymore?)
I'm going out for drinks tonight and good thing: I've got stuff to celebrate. :DCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-847295542002-11-18T17:57:00.000-05:002002-11-18T17:57:49.000-05:00Orchid: what are you up to besides moping on blogger?
See Solly: i'm actually not very mopey at all
Orchid: oh
Orchid: well that is great
See Solly: i had an awesome weekend
See Solly: and a relaxing day today
Orchid: niiice
See Solly: the good things that happened to me this weekend were all too personal to blog about :D
Orchid: ooooo!
Orchid: meee yow honey!
See Solly: (no no, Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-847281962002-11-18T17:29:00.000-05:002002-11-18T17:29:40.800-05:00How far have I come in eliminating my unhealthy habits that, today, my biggest vice was a Super-Sized Coca-Cola?Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-847262952002-11-18T16:49:00.000-05:002002-11-18T16:52:22.000-05:00It's a little hard to stay cheerful and hopeful about being laid off (for the second time in little more than a year) and trying to find a new job that I will be happy with; when you get an email from a friend (who has been steadily employed and very well compensated since she graduated college) who has just gotten a new job herself, which is taking her career where she wants to go, now has more Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-846910102002-11-17T23:27:00.000-05:002002-11-18T10:28:48.000-05:00
Spooky, huh?
(In case you're not sure, that's my brother on the right.)Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-846000252002-11-15T19:25:00.000-05:002002-11-15T19:25:09.013-05:00I did it to myself. I've been on this hyper streak for two and a half days, and (not realizing it at the time) I wasn't really eating during that time. At all. I think I had a few nibbles (I must have) and I was drinking water. But not a meal. How could I possibly think I could go 2.5 days without eating a be OK? Well, it all caught up to me this afternoon and I doubled over into bed with aCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-845641282002-11-15T00:58:00.000-05:002002-11-15T01:03:27.000-05:00Today, I've had more energy than I've had in a long time. I couldn't sit still. I cleaned the bathtub and installed a towel rack. I cleaned out the bathroom cabinet and hung up the most recent additions to my postcard collection. I threw away a ton of old makeup and neatened my books. I filled out the application to consolidate my student loans and did three loads of laundry. I'm always up Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-845075542002-11-13T23:05:00.000-05:002002-11-14T09:06:40.000-05:00Hee. That Skin show was actually pretty cool. I enjoyed it.
... Wahahahahahah! ... the cat just rolled off the dresser! The big cat, not the stupid little one. Haha! (Oh, I can laugh. He always lands on his feet.)Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-844883002002-11-13T15:50:00.000-05:002002-11-13T15:50:08.823-05:00Lately, I watch a lot more television than I should, but that's not what I want to talk about right now.
I was just checking TV Guide online. Tonight on PBS is a National Geographic program about skin. It looks to be a very stimlutaing program with great scientific insights, like this one: In Africa, anthropologist Nina Jablonski explores why some people have darker skin than others. Her Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-844195242002-11-12T10:10:00.000-05:002002-11-12T10:24:56.000-05:00Where, Oh Where, Can That Little Job Be?
Today I saw a listing for a job at a magazine called Atlanta Homes & Lifestyles. And one at Colorado Homes & Lifestyles. If you're not aware, I interened for two summers at St. Louis Homes & Lifestyles. (Are we all following along?) Anyway, I'm not sure whether I should apply for those other jobs or not. The likelihood that I will actually want to Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-843668832002-11-11T11:14:00.000-05:002002-11-11T11:18:12.000-05:00Having worked at a commercial web site, I know one or two things about Internet advertising. The click-through rate on banner ads is something like .03% now. Something horrid. Anyway, I just clicked on a banner ad. For the first time in years. (Well, that wasn't by accident anyway.)
Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-843596912002-11-11T07:59:00.000-05:002002-11-11T07:59:37.863-05:00I haven't had a cigarette in 42 days.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-843450832002-11-10T23:20:00.000-05:002002-11-10T23:22:23.000-05:00Did you see 1940s House on PBS this week? It was a wonderful BBC show about a family who lived as a family would have during WWII in London, complete with air raids and food rationing. So well done, very educational and inspiring. Makes me wish I'd seen more of Frontier House and 1900 House. Maybe I can catch them another time. (This has got to be some sign of getting older, but PBS is my Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-841281712002-11-06T13:42:00.000-05:002002-11-06T13:42:47.003-05:00I'm still here ...
Heather visited me for the weekend. We had some drinks (well, I did), saw a bad movie in the theater, cheered on marathoners. We had a good time, except for the part where she was robbed of her credit cards.
She actually came back to the city yesterday because she had to file a police report in person in order to grease the wheels of the machine that will get back her Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-838186172002-10-31T06:23:00.000-05:002002-10-31T06:38:29.000-05:00Hear anything about a job yet?
Believe me, people, when I hear anything about a job, I am going to let you know. Everyone will know. I'll be shouting it from the rooftops.
So, consider this a virtual 'shouting it from the rooftops.' I got my first bite about a job. Well, more of a nibble really. In response to a resume I sent out yesterday for a copy editor/writer position, I was askedCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-837859932002-10-30T15:21:00.000-05:002002-10-30T15:25:30.000-05:00QUEENS COUNTY JURY SUMMONS ...
YOU ARE SUMMONED AS A TELEPHONE STANDBY JUROR FOR ALL COURTS IN QUEENS.
DO NOT REPORT ON THE DATE LISTED ON YOUR SUMMONS.
CALL AFTER 5:00 P.M. ABSOLUTELY NO COURTHOUSE PARKING AVAILABLE.
BEGIN CALLING FRIDAY NOVEMBER 15TH, 2002
huh?Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-837387792002-10-29T17:47:00.000-05:002002-10-29T17:47:53.733-05:00Why why why is it that: last year, here in New York City, amidst horror, we were told to resume our normal lives, to not be afraid, and we are; and, this month, in the DC-area, I, personally, didn't hear a peep of conscientious objection to people having their groceries delivered, holding indoor recess and crouching behind gasoline pumps?Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-837158732002-10-29T08:53:00.000-05:002002-10-29T13:08:45.000-05:00Mom and I made a few spontaneous decisions midweek last week, and, for it, we were a rewarded with a weekend of romping on the beach.
She'd planned on visiting me this past weekend for a few months now. We didn't really have any plans for what we'd do when she got here. She'd mentioned possibly driving to see my brother; I mentioned my interest in visiting Our Nation's Capital. Then picturesCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-834553052002-10-24T07:51:00.000-04:002002-10-24T07:57:33.000-04:00A dull blog? A bull dog? Well, it's a dull life right now. My own fault, I will make no bones.
Today, that is all going to change. The blog will still be dull, but my life will not. For a few days, anyway.
My mother is swooping in on a big white bird that serves honey roasted peanuts to save me from this spotless apartment. She'll whisk me through Sniperville -- which I'm not worried Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-833163322002-10-21T17:22:00.000-04:002002-10-21T17:29:00.000-04:00I was just catching up on reading, and there's an article in last week's TIME magazine about the company I used to work for. I was the first person at the company to be contacted by the reporter (I was in the PR department). Fun to know I have a little connection to a TIME feature. Maybe one day I'll write one ...Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-832957822002-10-21T09:38:00.000-04:002002-10-21T09:38:26.383-04:00Oh, I'm sorry. I can't go out today. Seems I have a touch of agoraphobia, and I wouldn't want you to catch it.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-832509702002-10-20T10:34:00.000-04:002002-10-20T10:51:27.000-04:00Still nothing -- ab-so-looooot-ly nothing -- going on. Though, I can, again, list for you the things I've been doing to keep myself entertained: got a facial, cleaned the house, watched some more movies, bought a few movies, eating, still reading Franzen, taking pictures, redecorating.
I only told one person this, and it probably wasn't you, that last week I was flirting with the idea of Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-831154192002-10-17T09:19:00.000-04:002002-10-17T09:21:57.000-04:00I have almost nothing new to report, but I thought I'd write and say hi anyway. Hi.
I've been keeping busy by going swimming, running errands in the rain, trying to charm my kitten, reading Oprah books, watching lots of movies, shopping on ebay, and still not smoking.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-829650532002-10-14T10:32:00.000-04:002002-10-14T10:32:52.150-04:00OK, OK, I'm trying to do something about all this, battle my depression.
So, I started looking for events that I could go to, maybe meet some people at. I'm not feeling quite up to my tip-top adventurous mode that I wish I was, so I'm feeling a bit shy about going to any of these things myself. This listing from mediabistro looks particularly interesting to me. Does anyone want to go to Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-829616542002-10-14T08:52:00.000-04:002002-10-14T09:00:49.000-04:00I'm pretty unhappy.
I want a job so I can go back to having normal kind of days. I do love watching movies, cleaning my apartment, sewing, reading books and magazines, taking walks around the neighborhood, playing with my cats and all the other things I do to pass the time, but I am getting really bored. I should join the pool like I said I would. I should go to more museums. (I've only Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-828365272002-10-11T07:44:00.000-04:002002-10-11T07:44:10.376-04:00Just wanted to update you on the quitting smoking ...
Things are good. Today is the 11th day that I have not smoked a cigarette and I am doing 11 times better than I was a week ago. I also called my doctor for any advice she may have, and I'm going to go in next week to talk to her about it more. (And maybe get a flu shot while I'm at it.)
That's really about all I have to say.
Go Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-827940452002-10-10T11:14:00.000-04:002002-10-10T12:42:08.000-04:00Yes, yes, I am alive. Some people tell me I'm too addicted to the Internet, so when I finally step back for a little bit, everyone wonders where I've disappeared to. Sheesh. Pick up a phone. ;)
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I'm not being very eloquent in describing my problem. Pay me no mind. I'll figure it out.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-826328912002-10-07T08:14:00.000-04:002002-10-07T08:14:38.740-04:00One thing about quitting smoking is that the senses of taste and smell are heightening. And, really, New York City stinks. Having my senses dulled by smoking might have been a blessing. The subway stations smell like piss and vomit. The streets are horrible the night before garbage collection day. Bus fumes, jackhammer dust, and dirty people. Disgusting. I'm not sure if this better sense Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-825184022002-10-04T11:11:00.000-04:002002-10-04T11:11:10.653-04:00Really, is anyone having a good morning? I'm upset about my kitten. Someone else is sick. Someone else hasn't been called by the man she's seeing. Someone else is having a dilemma. Someone else might be in the middle of a typhoon? Lord, give us a good weekend. Please!Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-825175602002-10-04T10:49:00.000-04:002002-10-04T10:49:16.033-04:00I love my kitten, but it makes me so upset that he wants nothing to do with me. As has been suggested by more than one friend, I should just let him be. That's so disappointing that I'm going to have a cat that I take care of but wants nothing to do with me. He's so cute and I just want him to love me back. I guess that's not going to happen and I have to get used to that ...Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-825115292002-10-04T07:51:00.000-04:002002-10-04T07:51:55.453-04:00I had a dream last night that I smoked a cigarette. After I did, in the dream, I actually felt really guilty about it. I was glad to wake up and realize that I still have not smoked any cigarettes. Boy howdy, this quitting smoking is a bitch. It's making me a little crazy. But I've been pretty busy this week, doing as much as I can to keep my mind off it (which hasn't worked -- I think aboutCarynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-824619232002-10-03T07:38:00.000-04:002002-10-03T07:38:20.113-04:00Heh. My alarm clock really isn't dead. It's alive! Alive!
Um, that's all. I'm off to the Department of Labor's Work Orientation "which could take up to 2 hours." Joy.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-824501782002-10-02T23:42:00.000-04:002002-10-02T23:44:05.000-04:00
I haven't had a cigarette in a few days, and I can feel myself starting to get a bit ... punchy. You've been warned.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-824179842002-10-02T10:53:00.000-04:002002-10-02T10:53:33.713-04:00"On Thursday, October 3rd at the Rockefeller Center Barnes and Noble on 48th Street & 5th Avenue, Sarah Jessica Parker and Cynthia Nixon will be signing books from 1:00 to 3:00pm."
Damn! I just made plans for that time! Should I cancel said plans? ... Hmmm ...Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-823987362002-10-01T23:35:00.000-04:002002-10-01T23:40:40.000-04:00Wow ... I just finished watching the Blair Witch Project -- and that is one scary movie.
I saw it in the theater when it first came out, and it scared me then. I didn't think it would scare me that much again. But it has. I'm ready to sleep with the lights on. I don't think my scaredy cats could stop a witch if one decided to hop the Queens-bound R train and climb through my first-story Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-823505442002-10-01T01:04:00.000-04:002002-10-01T01:04:28.610-04:00... tell me to go to bed ... remind me about how i was up until 5am last night (this morning?) ... and how much it sucked when i woke up at 1pm ... and i felt all achy and crummy ... ask me if i want to feel like that again tomorrow ... cuz it'll happen, just you see, caryn solly, just you see ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ...Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-823216192002-09-30T13:33:00.000-04:002002-09-30T13:41:16.000-04:00If I had a working printer, I would print this picture out and hang it on my refigerator because it is a picture of my dad finishing a marathon. So very proud. I could never do that. I don't think any other member of my family could. I know none of us could. Lord, I almost passed out after running a record 3 miles this summer (and I was only able to make it that far because Dad was with me, Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-821967282002-09-27T11:51:00.000-04:002002-09-27T12:04:04.000-04:00* eh eh I think I'm getting the black lung, Pop eh eh *
Well, I am feeling better. And despite my illness (or, laziness that I will blame on illness), I actually HAVE gotten out of the house this week. But I can probably count those outings on one hand.
- Lunch with Marcia/trip to library
- Grocery shopping/movie rental
- Movies at theater/bought new fish for aquarium
Yeah, I think Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-821433822002-09-26T09:23:00.000-04:002002-09-26T09:23:19.710-04:00I'm still sick ... I have very little to say on the subject, I'm sorry to tell you. Stuffy nose, hacking cough. And my upcoming weekend visitors have cancelled on me. Oh woe is me. I am going to try very hard to get out and go to the movies today. Hooray for matinees!Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-820429312002-09-24T09:42:00.000-04:002002-09-24T12:16:20.000-04:00Damn you Heather! And damn you Heather!
I'm sick. *snifflesniffleHACKsniff*
[sigh]Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-819901292002-09-23T08:29:00.000-04:002002-09-23T08:32:21.000-04:00What did she write about me? ...
Nothing, you vain fool. The party was fun, good to see you. See you at the next one. ;)
*****
Genius. Pure genius.
*****
Heather visited me for the weekend. We had a good time ... doing a lot of nothing. We did have drinks, watched a few movies, ate some very good meals, and slept. It was a nice lazy weekend. Being unemplyed, I have many weeks, er, Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-818251682002-09-19T11:26:00.000-04:002002-09-19T11:27:56.000-04:00My mom is so cute.
When I AIM her to say hello, she'll sometimes write "yo" or "wuzup." She sends me socks. Whenever I buy socks, I buy plain sporty white ones. She always sends me colorful, fun socks. I like getting those packages in the mail.
Because she knows me well and knows what I like, Mom ordered me a Sewing Genie! I sew a lot and don't have room for a full-sized machine in Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-818234412002-09-19T10:44:00.000-04:002002-09-19T11:16:12.000-04:00Kittens are so much fun. They're so floppy and uncoordinated. And fearless, because they're not old enough to know the difference. Energetic. They try so hard ... to jump on the bed that's still too high, beat up the cat that's three times his size.
I was thinking, for a little while, about the pros and cons for everything in life, including having a kitten. The cons are obvious: more Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-817674582002-09-18T07:26:00.000-04:002002-09-18T07:49:15.000-04:00"Raise your hand if you're sick of Sept. 11."
LIZ MORRISON, high school teacher in Manchester, Mo., in an effort to engage her students in a discussion of the attacks; two-thirds raised their hands
TIME Magazine, September 23, 2002
That's my high school cheerleading coach. I'm flabbergasted. She was quoted in the same batch as Kofi Annan and George Bush.
(And no comments about Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-817667502002-09-18T06:54:00.000-04:002002-09-18T07:01:34.000-04:00Kirsten Dunst or Dominique Swain?
Julia Stiles or Erika Christensen?
Hollywood, find some new faces.Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-817663202002-09-18T06:31:00.000-04:002002-09-18T06:37:03.000-04:00I don't know what time it is.
Well, I do now that I'm on my computer. But, sadness of sadnesses, my alarm clock has passed away.
You don't understand. That alarm clock has been with me for a very long time. I got it as a First Communion present from my Aunt Elaine when I was in second grade. I've used it ever since, the only alarm clock I've ever had. It woke me up for school from Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-816788082002-09-16T13:00:00.000-04:002002-09-16T13:11:18.000-04:00I Met Royalty and Shook Hands with a Billion Dollars
Saturday afternoon, one of my cousins in NJ called me and asked if I had any plans for the night. No, I said. (No plans on a Saturday night [sigh]) She said her husband was having dinner in The City and would give me a ride back to NJ to hang out for the weekend. Fab.
When the dinner let out on 58th Street, I met up with Scott and Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-816746362002-09-16T11:20:00.000-04:002002-09-16T11:23:14.000-04:00Are you going to be there?
Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-815931902002-09-14T09:15:00.000-04:002002-09-14T09:15:58.716-04:00There's some very intense kitten-bonding happening this weekend.
Until yesterday, I hadn't picked up my kitten in a week. He runs away from me, and has some fantasticly impossible hiding places here in my apartment, including under the couch -- which my short arms aren't long enough to reach him under -- and inside the boxspring of my bed.
But after playing a lot of Nintendo last night, Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-815673882002-09-13T16:12:00.000-04:002002-09-13T16:13:34.000-04:00If you've visited my apartment in the last few months and tried to help yourself to water from the fridge, say, you were probably yelled at with something like, "Don'tgointhereDon'tgointhereI'llgetitforyou!"
No more. On the 11th, with all my nervous energy, I cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom. Washed every dish, wiped down the counters, mopped the floor.
And to top it all off, I Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-815375632002-09-12T23:32:00.000-04:002002-09-12T23:32:31.786-04:00Anyone know if the Giants-Rams game is going to be on TV on Sunday? Got a real bug for football last weekend and would love to see it ... and am fearing I won't be getting it on any of my pitiful 10 channels ... [sigh]Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-814607442002-09-11T11:57:00.000-04:002002-09-11T16:56:36.000-04:00Today is one of those days where every song you hear seems to have more meaning than all the other times that you hear them.
It's seemed cliche because I see signs that say it all over, but today they seem the only words that make any sense to say -- because there really are no words. ... We will never forget.
*****
A few other things, as I'm committed to having a very normal day (did Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-811835712002-09-05T07:29:00.000-04:002002-09-05T09:58:54.000-04:00Cat Rats and Classroom Kisses
I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. I guess that's not surprising, all things considered, but I wish they'd stop. (No, I'm not watching Clockwork Orange or reading The Fountainhead before going to sleep.)
My theory on 'what dreams are' is that it's just a bunch of thoughts all jumbled together, and sometimes represent what's been on my mind (Caryn's Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-811205622002-09-03T22:35:00.000-04:002002-09-03T22:35:23.250-04:00Well, I did send the notecards that I said I would, but that's about all I can scratch off of that To Do list. (I got inspired and sent a few more, including a set of sollymade Vin Diesel Paper Dolls to one lucky friend.) They weren't on the list, but I also bathed in the sun and the tub today. And read Entertainment Weekly cover-to-cover. (Sopranos issue!) I'm pretty bored ... but I have a Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-810856272002-09-03T08:02:00.000-04:002002-09-03T08:03:28.000-04:00Hello, I'm back to reality where I have no job. In the last 11 days, I have rest my head on 5 pillows in 3 states and I'm sick of living out of a backpack. I've been in places of too much reality and not enough. And now I am back. My little kitten still hops away from me. I have a 'to do' list for today, but am unmotivated to do anything on it.
Caryn's To Do List
Write cards to Amy and Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-808543142002-08-28T23:37:00.000-04:002002-08-28T23:38:23.000-04:00Friend: herro!
SeeSolly: hi
Friend: how's the week been?
SeeSolly: horrid
Friend: why? :-(
SeeSolly: my uncle died - killed by a drunk driver
SeeSolly: just got back from funeral
Friend: i'm sorry
Friend: you holding up ok?
SeeSolly: haven't had much time to think about it, to tell you the truth
SeeSolly: but i have a splitting headache, a stomach ache, my neck hurts
SeeSolly: so, i'd Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-807369912002-08-26T13:59:00.000-04:002002-08-26T14:06:23.000-04:00There's been a death in the family. I'll be out of town for the next few days and not online much. ...
But, in an effort to lighten things up just a little (as I'm quite quite quite stressed out now), here's a conversation last week between Matt and Marcia:
"I'm thinking about moving to Queens."
"I love Queens. Queens in The New Brooklyn."
"Yeah, I guess it is. Brooklyn is Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-805645282002-08-22T07:59:00.000-04:002002-08-22T08:02:01.000-04:00I can't sit still.
Ever since I got home yesterday afternoon, I haven't been able to stop moving. I did 5 loads of laundry and cleaned out 4 of my 'junk corners.' I started 3 different movies and couldn't sit on the couch long enough to finish a single one of them. I tried taking a nap a few times, but could never relax enough to fall asleep. I decided to treat myself to dinner out, and Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-805621062002-08-22T05:58:00.000-04:002002-08-22T05:58:35.630-04:00... i can't sleep ...Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-805380122002-08-21T17:03:00.000-04:002002-08-21T17:03:12.030-04:00Deja vu. All over again.
Well, today didn't go as I'd planned at all.
Today is the 1-year anniversary of the start of this blog. I was so excited about it that yesterday, while at work, I drafted a post for today. (I combed my archives for highlights, wrote quippy remarks about my first post, found some cute illustrations to go along with it.)
I can't publish that post. Because it's Carynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117275.post-804452372002-08-19T17:17:00.000-04:002002-08-19T17:17:41.806-04:00I'm feeling a little better. Still quite up-in-the-air, though.
And I'm skipping volunteering tonight. It probably would perk me up, but I'm feeling kind-of anti-social. Heather and I turned my apartment upside down this weekend, and it'll make me feel good to go home and clean a bunch of it up. I almost always feel better when my home is in order.Carynnoreply@blogger.com