tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51446012011-04-21T20:23:00.707-07:00sassy little punkin: blogLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comBlogger6911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-57445337772010264752008-11-09T11:12:00.000-08:002008-11-09T11:18:31.967-08:00I've finally decided to MOVE my blog!!!Please email me if you would like the link. It's not a private blog, but...I'm not totally comfortable with a complete transfer of readership. I guess it's the control freak in me. If you don't feel you can email me, well, you're just going to have to work to find me. That said, if you don't feel like you can email me, I guess what that really means is Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-22943598773887159162008-08-30T09:29:00.000-07:002008-08-30T09:33:21.955-07:00classic, mesome of the best tv ever created was the first ever tv interview with katharine hepburn, conducted somewhat spontaneously by dick cavett in 1973. YouTube has a bunch of great outtake videos from the 2-part recording.today, i've just discovered, is "katharine hepburn day" on TCM. incidentally, post-move, i've been in a weird sort of ecstatic/sad funk/jubilation phase, so i'm taking Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-35451957701735800222008-08-24T08:36:00.000-07:002008-08-24T08:53:48.855-07:00oh, hi, what's up? p.s. i'm moving...oh, what a week. oh, what a few weeks. and now it's the last coupla days in the house i've lived in for almost 9 years, with the roommates i've had for 7 and 5.5 years, respectively. it's the end of the summer olympics. i'm recovering from surgery. i'm packing like a maniac (against doc's orders for "no heavy lifting," whatever!). i'm really, really, Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-68756270923858785532008-08-13T08:45:00.000-07:002008-08-13T09:18:21.433-07:00olympic fever, moving, and other medical conditionsit is no secret that i love the olympics. i've been pumping my fists in the air and shouting "eight-eight-oh-eight" for weeks now with glee. i know not everyone loves the olympics, and i also know that people might be surprised at how much i love them, considering how totally un-sporty i am, but, man,oh, man, i adore the olympics. i totally Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-47612911219472630182008-07-22T12:11:00.000-07:002008-07-22T12:12:34.813-07:00thank you for being a friend...probably one of my favorite golden girls moments of all time.Estelle Getty: July 25, 1923 – July 22, 2008Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-43743542976691836222008-07-09T22:38:00.000-07:002008-07-09T22:45:18.341-07:00w-a-t-e-rthe other evening i was on my way downstairs to catch a ride to a dinner outing and i happened to be about three paces ahead of a trio of young men in their very (very) early 20s who were going through their sort of "who's who" of the women they knew name by name; one was way too old, another was too much, and so on. but then there was francesca. ah, francesca."dude, francesca is Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-55879987883941314252008-06-16T14:47:00.001-07:002008-06-16T14:52:54.090-07:00i'm still here, and i still rock...it's summer vacation, people. i'm writing, cooking, hanging, reading, socializing, playing, and muxtaping. rawk.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-44207112741971115512008-05-19T12:55:00.000-07:002008-05-19T13:22:02.990-07:00(some of) what i did this weekend, or, why i won't ever eat cupcakes againthis weekend i was part of a "celebrity" judging panel at the first ever LA Cupcake Challenge. it was part of an event hosted by the CozmoDeck folks, held in Hollywood at the Montmartre Lounge. with me on the panel were some great folks, including Pat Saperstein of EatingLA, Tara de Lis from Citysearch, Tara from When Tara Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-44059505842985218492008-05-16T21:20:00.000-07:002008-05-16T21:28:25.965-07:00good night and good luckthis was on the teevee the other night whilst the darling boy and i were napping (he works more than anyone should; i work short but uber-early days and get no proper day off) and over the dulcet sounds of snoring i caught olbermann's amazing commentary about bush's recent revelation that he'd given up golfing because of the war in iraq. i can't say it anywhere near the Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-68924608147546775082008-05-16T14:45:00.000-07:002008-05-16T15:03:19.759-07:00a coupla things you might not already know about me...i have this incredible fondness for the genre of music best categorized as "standards." yeah, i mean big-bandy vocalist stuff from the 30s-50s that had people swinging and swooning. but in particular i love frank sinatra the most. it's probably because i have this specific association with him and my grandfather, and remember with absolute Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-50013766308111252712008-05-14T12:03:00.000-07:002008-05-14T12:26:34.138-07:00who i am, according to how others see me (aka my last quarter student opinion surveys have been returned to me) which leaves me to ask: when do i get to tell them what i think of them?i get a lot of happy faces, exclamation marks, thank yous, etc:"a very good teacher :)""great!!:)""she is a great teacher, and she makes the class interesting :)""I also adore the way the teacher cared about our Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-26519878456479303912008-05-06T09:32:00.000-07:002008-05-06T11:53:54.269-07:00the mac@work sagalast wednesday the computer in my office on campus decided it had enough of connecting to the internet--the way i put it is that the little gerbil who rides the wheel that powered the old pc decided he had enough of spinning and said "screw you, i'm old and tired, deal with it."so in comes the IT dude to diagnose my "workstation" and lo and behold, he can't get it to run scripts,Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-25432415036503970632008-04-26T13:24:00.001-07:002008-04-26T14:15:57.728-07:00things i found while cleaning my closets, part 2letters to apartment managers about bad conditions and repairsStarbucks barista gear: cap, apron, & workbook (Part 9, Pastry Display)a plush backpack shaped like the red teletubbya stuffed cow (i had mad love for this cow; it came from IKEA)my address book from high school--impressionist art, of courseanotebook with my "daily pages" exercises from Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-78807890758104182472008-04-25T20:07:00.000-07:002008-04-25T20:17:28.968-07:00things i found when cleaning my closetsa brittle stack of copies of my high school newspaper, 1992-1994pictures of people who are now some combination of: older, prettier, thinner, heavier, moved away, dead, not speaking to memagazine tear-outs about liz phair, courtney love, natalie merchant and sarah mclachlanlove notes and "have a nice day honey!" notes from an old boyfriendthe blue rubber Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-55843029826484532852008-04-20T17:32:00.000-07:002008-04-20T17:54:33.187-07:00i should have just said "i'm not interested" from the get-go, or thrown the can of campbell's select i was pondering right at his foreheadstrange dude at grocery store (sdags): are you married to gary?me: nosdags: oh, uh, hmmm, not married to gary. you're not married!me: no, i'm notsdags: well uh, nice to meet you (shakes my hand) i'm mikeme: hisdags: i went to taft high school in the valleyme: Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-53772233824594371972008-04-12T20:23:00.001-07:002008-04-12T20:39:22.470-07:00the kindness of aprilthus far, april has not allowed me enough sleep, but i'm not complaining.oh, who am i kidding? i'm complaining, but really it's just about my work schedule (which blows). everyone in my life has been forewarned that i will be complaining about said schedule until about mid-june, when the quarter is over. i know regular people get up early five days a week and go to work Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-69370979175727221812008-03-26T11:48:00.001-07:002008-03-26T12:05:50.550-07:00drawn and quarteredduring finals week i graded over 200 essays, and calculated and submitted three sets of grades, all the while did my best to stay afloat and be a good co-editor at LAist, met Diane Keaton (YES, I JUST SAID THAT), and make it on an early flight to seattle for spring break in the pacNW.during break i got to spend a day with my beloved twinster ashley and see her neck of the woodsLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-80704130153282290382008-03-10T11:56:00.000-07:002008-03-10T12:45:28.098-07:00oh, hello there!oops. i have this blog...but sometimes i forget. what with twitter and facebook and all, who goes here to find out what i'm up to? well, just in case...so i give the darling boy shit every now and then for being super busy...and then i go and have a series of days wherein i realize "oh! when you're busy time flies and suddenly it's monday and i still love (fill in the blank) Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-19189744912410952722008-03-03T10:51:00.000-08:002008-03-03T10:53:47.155-08:00spam cliffhangerevery now and then i inadvertently open up a piece of spam mail, and every now and then the gibberish at the bottom catches my eye. this latest one, though, has me intrigued to find out what happens next. nerve gas is pumped in through those vents up there.silently as the voice-over spoke.juicy. The Admiral nodded. Dont bark, I said as softly as I could. But if you are stillwho Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-819420161427283652008-02-25T14:32:00.000-08:002008-02-25T15:03:51.396-08:00so this blogger walks into the oscars...hard to believe this, but i've had this here blog since 2003--my blogiversary is looming and it will be the big number 5. the world of blogging has changed, morphed, and shifted since 2003, both personally and in overall practice. what first began for me as an exercise in unmitigated and uncensored public unloading, warts and all, has turned into--or Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-73934845556068935192008-02-11T18:41:00.000-08:002008-02-11T18:58:37.864-08:00holding patternit's when i wake up in the middle of the night and watch the cosby show, or brighton beach memoirs, and can't stop thinking about the worst student opinion survey ever filled out about me, or broken branches on my family tree. it's when scenarios play out on a roller coaster that never stops. i look to the cards for answers, to the trees for the hummingbirds, and to anything for Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-88980851538372902052008-01-31T12:31:00.000-08:002008-01-31T12:42:16.377-08:00signs indicating i need to handle my shiti'm eating my "end of the world" lentil soup out of my secret food stash in my office because i a) did not take my sad sack ass to the grocery store in the past week and b) lost the brand new atm card i was sent on monday sometime after using it at 7-11 to by cigarettes.i lost my atm card. when have i ever done that?i broke my new year's resolution and Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-89315739055673042022008-01-28T17:34:00.000-08:002008-01-28T17:45:45.179-08:00when it's good, it's very very good, but when it's bad...busy is good, and i've been busy, but in this equation i'll have to admit it hasn't all been good. it's been a trying week or so, just sort of the ebb and flow of things i suppose, and the old "goes down" portion of the "what goes up" situation. when it's very, very good you're standing in the kitchen with some of your favorite people, Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-26536859118996598362008-01-21T12:20:00.000-08:002008-01-21T12:30:44.328-08:00on why it shouldn't come as a surprise that every single time the darling boy leaves my house we have this disgustingly cute "routine" that consists of us kissing goodbye, him walking away, me saying "wait, come back here!" and collecting another kiss:10/25/95"At the end of his shift I informed him he'd left the light on in the back room. I followed him in, pouted because I was sad we couldn't Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-83254668283601635442008-01-14T16:16:00.000-08:002008-01-14T16:40:50.222-08:00oh-eight is pretty oh-great!i know, seriously, the potential to use the rhyme of "eight" and "great" is so easily abused, right?but i kind of don't care because i really love this year already, even with its minor foibles. granted, i started out the year sick-sick-sick as can be (and i still do the old man wheeze and cough routine; sooooo sexy, i know) and even had to have my atm card blocked Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-79738908284963428912008-01-03T17:05:00.000-08:002008-01-03T17:26:47.602-08:00a feeble attempt thus far at making 2008 the year of good healthwhile the last day of 2007 brought me to some fun gatherings, and reminded me of the value of good friends as well as how effing much i love my darling boy, it also brought me to an unhappy place with my health. i will spare the details, but something did not go as planned, and so i made some pretty major decisions about my health, Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-54046607775985653592007-12-25T10:54:00.001-08:002007-12-25T10:54:32.199-08:00merry christmastime! Xmassy bouquet from the boy Originally uploaded by sassylittlepunkin so i'm solo in fa la la la land today, but it's all good. i opened my presents and also the champagne. and, being the bloggery dork that i am, documented the whole thing.i may have retouched the pictures to get rid of some powdered sugar on my face...but i'll never tell.here's the whole set.to quote steve carell as Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-18237958426128951422007-12-24T09:58:00.000-08:002007-12-24T10:20:50.385-08:00a different kind of christmasit's hard for me to tap into that holiday spirit this year--not because i'm sad (thanks, lexapro!) but because things are just very different this year. for the first time in a long time i'm not going to be with my family this year. with flight schedules and prices being what they are, i just couldn't book a trip up to vancouver to be with my parents and nana and Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-7223233979289473172007-12-21T11:41:00.001-08:002007-12-21T11:41:17.781-08:00Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan for President?The grassroots campaign is called "Rehabilitate in '08." Of course, this is all taking place in Venice, CA and the lolzcat is saying "I can rehabz brit brit and lilo."read more | digg storyLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-91906587214173189222007-12-15T16:36:00.000-08:002007-12-15T16:50:29.161-08:00busy being bloggyso it doesn't officially start until monday, but it's been unofficially on for about a week or so now: i am the new co-editor of LAist.awwwwwww yeahhhhhhh!this couldn't have come at a better time in my life. teaching is great, but my writing life has suffered, and this has been exactly the boost i've needed. i'm posting and editing a ton more, and i have this renewed sense of Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-77009226478780299712007-11-25T22:45:00.000-08:002007-11-25T23:01:12.632-08:00home, sweet, homei just sent an email to someone and included a line about being in that weird phase of post-vacation detox confusion. here it is, almost eleven on sunday night after this extra long american thanksgiving weekend, and i've been home about two hours and i'm still a tad out of focus. i made it to the shower, the toilet, and the internet, but still haven't reconvened with my Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-17814631805128057442007-11-15T15:08:00.000-08:002007-11-15T15:10:02.308-08:00on being an international cabaret starjunebug: wouldn't that be the life? being on the road every night, going from dive to dive, man to man?slp: how is that different from your life now?junebug: well, i don't sing.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-264234381457174062007-11-10T17:20:00.000-08:002007-11-15T15:23:23.386-08:00i stop writing, you start searching. coincidence? i think so.obvs, i haven't been much of a blogger of late. i toyed with the idea of doing NaBloPoMo and look where that got me. i mean, seriously, what is there to say? i teach kids how to write essays. i watch television. i buy groceries. i'm in love with a difficult but incredible man who brings me flowers and squash blossoms and makes Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-61402662318405696502007-10-29T14:36:00.000-07:002007-10-29T14:46:16.120-07:00this weekend i......checked out the 8th annual JRA Japanese Food Festival and ate a bunch of sushi and took a bunch of photos....accidentally wandered into an anti-war rally on my way to the subway station downtown and missed running into lqt and her main squeeze, as well as the very alluring mark ruffalo....got to check out the annual LACMA costume ball and drink tequila drinks, eat corn dogs, Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-54263723616908486782007-10-26T15:04:00.000-07:002007-10-26T15:30:43.587-07:00technical difficultiesit's not that i've been busier, per se, but rather that what i've been busy with has been the source of multiple seemingly unending frustration. well, actually, one of the problems has been dealt with, while the other lingers ever on.first, the car drama. i had to surrender my only child, lola, to the people at the local toyota body shop to get her little dinged up bumper Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-21072094519187998682007-10-11T15:03:00.000-07:002007-10-11T15:12:21.314-07:00why i love the darling boy, reason #116because the other day, when i told him that i'd been rear-ended while driving on the 134 freeway* he didn't ask me how my car was, but rather how lola** was.*oh, hi, yeah, well. i stopped because all the cars in front of me had stopped, but the people behind me didn't stop in time. actually, the person behind the person behind me didn't stop in time, so heLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-45540522049833988622007-10-05T12:20:00.000-07:002007-10-05T12:34:32.115-07:00meanwhile, back in my little life...sometimes the thoughts running through my head are on a less than global scale of proportion, like when i grin like a goofball and bury my face in the pillow thinking about how happy i am that law & order: svu has new episodes on the air these days. i'm happy about lazy sunday footsie playing, new shoes, pre-dawn text message sessions, and the drive-thru Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-74075234205972284432007-09-23T11:54:00.001-07:002007-09-23T11:59:12.186-07:00why i love the darling boy, reason #154because despite everything--and i mean everything--that happens, including things that make me go nutsy-cukoo; things other people give me shit for; things out my control; things that make me laugh, cry, groan, grit my teeth, whine, grin, giggle, tear my hair out, swear, sing, and smile--despite all that and the proverbial bag of chips, i can't not love him.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-26268415143175074972007-09-18T20:04:00.000-07:002007-09-18T20:19:59.381-07:00dinner!for someone who is often labeled as being a "foodie" and who went to the trouble of getting a professional certification from a cooking school and who edits the food content on a certain smoking hot blog i sure as hell don't cook very often. i'm not completely sure why this is, because i love grocery shopping and i love chopping and prepping and good golly i love eating, but for the past Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-77609843467258686772007-09-14T23:17:00.000-07:002007-09-14T23:39:42.355-07:00temporary torontoisti'm back from my trip to my old hometown, and i had such an amazingly wonderful time! the weather was for the most part picture perfect (literally, as my photo set will attest to) and i got to see both people and places that i'd lost touch with over the years. my feet have a thousand tales to tell (mostly beginning with "ouch!") of all the walking i did through a handful of Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-50534671810208646232007-09-06T18:28:00.000-07:002007-09-06T18:30:38.399-07:00why i love the darling boy, reason #681because during the course of a pretend phone conversation aimed at demonstrating how rude people can be when taking a call on a cell while in the company of others he somehow managed to work in the words "nacho cheese."Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-83068329314937303452007-09-01T17:53:00.000-07:002007-09-01T18:01:07.167-07:00it's too darn hot!do you see that? seriously--up on the right hand side of the climate screen on my car it has the temperature as 108 degrees fahrenheit. i swear to gawd yesterday i got out of my car in the parking lot of a bookstore and felt like hot knives were stabbing my eyeballs and someone was trying to smother me with a wool blanket that was on fire. this heat just sucks the life out ofLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-69249312787915807222007-08-27T21:56:00.000-07:002007-08-27T22:16:38.368-07:00my unexpected dayi had plans for today. big, lofty, written in list form with red pen on the back of an envelope plans for today.but when someone dangled the carrot of a lunch get-together via the contemporary lure of the text message screen, i had to say yes.lunch became not just about midday sustenance, but rather first a play by play on the chosen restaurant's nasty-mannered staff (have "Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-52910327652741832007-08-24T22:26:00.001-07:002007-08-24T22:35:16.579-07:00an assembly of my parts and thoughtsright now i am nothing more than a weary lumpen pile of dirty clothes, sushi, research papers, workout sweat, shoes of questionable hygeine, unanswered emails, writing-less regret, birthday bbq, tonight's this american life, new dress for two wedding receptions, leg-lifts, kitty cat gone to heaven sadness, getting my hair done, need a car wash, cramps and Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-67104524997433254782007-08-18T18:34:00.000-07:002007-08-18T18:45:25.117-07:00what i wrote elsewheres this weekevery week my goal is to write at least a post a day on LAist, and then i let myself off the hook and my goal is actually to just be happy with whatever i write at all when i write it and to stop holding myself accountable for all sorts of self-imposed expectations. this week i got three posts up, all of which were essentially unplanned and all of which came out Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-77632342668124809472007-08-14T19:46:00.000-07:002007-08-14T20:03:45.895-07:00show and tell: floraso i wasn't kidding when i said i took pictures of all the flowers i get. these two bouquets are from the last week or so. having flowers in the house seems to do something rather lovely for the soul; for me, they make me happy. i'm a lucky gal.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-90921300199555613552007-08-12T17:40:00.000-07:002007-08-12T18:08:32.519-07:00eight things perhaps you don't know about me1. i recently quit smoking. "but sassy," you might say, "i didn't even realize you smoked! or at least thought you'd quit years and years and years ago!" yeah, well. not many people knew because i only smoked in two scenarios. one was at home on my balcony, usually when i was upset or in some state of ennui, or trying to bridge some irreconcilableLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-15347434085856098972007-08-11T19:46:00.000-07:002007-08-11T20:07:47.822-07:00words about wordswhenever i walk into my classroom, set down my armfuls of books and files of paperstuff, then announce "it's time to do some writing!" i'm met with groans and complaints in response. "but this is a writing class," i goad them gently.and still they protest. they doth protest too much, methinks.no matter how i remind them that they need to do these small writing tasks to keep Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-46021491654593604102007-08-09T21:57:00.000-07:002007-08-09T22:11:33.841-07:00why i love the darling boy, reason #478me: blah blah blah blogging blah LAist blah nasty commentors blah blah blah neighborhood project blah blah blah garvanza blah blah blah watts blah blah blah logical fallacy blah blah blah email blah blah technorati ranking blah wikipedia isn't a blog it's a wiki blah blah google group blah ranting blah blah called him a douchebag blah going on for two days Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-17413906491419851342007-08-08T21:17:00.000-07:002007-08-08T21:22:42.362-07:00another 'hood in the series: Garvanzaon monday i posted my second contribution to our Neighborhood Project series over at LAist, this one on Garvanza. please do take a look, as i am quite proud of my work, and it's a part of LA that many people have no awareness of. that and my only payment for all my efforts comes in the form of compliments, and i'm more than happy to cash in...Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-16223206875175771292007-08-02T21:56:00.000-07:002007-08-02T21:58:59.372-07:00sometimes when i laugh i clap my hands and this made me laugh so hard my hands were stinging, and then i watched it again, and again and i still kept laughinggo horse #7, go!hey man, fart jokes go back to the canterbury tales. you can't (well, rarely) go wrong.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-3820449375944101892007-08-01T16:00:00.000-07:002007-08-01T16:05:30.177-07:00what to get mejust in case anyone was wondering what would be a great gift to give me either now, in honor of, oh, i don't know, it being august, or me being fabulous, or something, or for scotland's summer bank holiday on the 6th, or next month's labo(u)r day, or rosh hashanah, or grandparent's day, or... okay, well, for any reason LOOK NO FURTHER BECAUSE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY IT.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-22800421564647789412007-07-25T21:44:00.000-07:002007-07-25T21:56:51.705-07:00pillow talki'm having a pretty awesome summer, all told. my work schedule makes me a little manic, and mary mother of god it's hot out all the freaking time, but generally speaking, for someone who tends to hate summer, i'm really loving it this year. i've gone to all sorts of kick ass concerts, everytime i turn around the LAist crew is plotting or holding a bbq party, i've been writing and Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-61340365146722852722007-07-21T14:48:00.000-07:002007-07-21T14:52:11.351-07:00why i'm singing "love! love! love!" and sporting a goofy grin...because i saw the incomparable polyphonic spree play the el rey this week, and was revolutionized. i'm ready to enlist in their fragile army.read my review on LAist.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-38882262479565130812007-07-16T13:19:00.001-07:002007-07-16T13:24:52.289-07:00the neighborhood projectover at LAist we're doing a series called the neighborhood project. i've spent the past few days laboring--with love--to assemble my contribution on my longtime 'hood. so please take a look at the project--okay, especially my post!--and get to know los angeles, whether you live here or not.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-38507943045793520442007-07-11T14:27:00.000-07:002007-07-11T14:42:38.221-07:00she no bloggy, she be busysometimes, when i come home from work on any given afternoon and accidentally take a nap while watching the golden girls, i wonder what life would be life if i were one of those people who went out all the time and did things. then, of course, i have a week like last one, when i spend several days in a row being one of those people who goes out and does things, and whenLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1781635609988923112007-06-25T19:21:00.000-07:002007-06-25T19:38:49.214-07:00dog kicking chicken cookerit's monday evening, and i feel akin to roadkill. that's probably because i started the day feeling a step above roadkill (i guess that would be diseased animal that resides near a roadway). how i got into that predicament was that last night i thought it would be a really keen idea to rarely be without a beer-in-progress in hand between the hours of 5 and 10. mind Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-26019007899101672752007-06-23T15:25:00.000-07:002007-06-23T15:32:24.904-07:00BBQueued Up!so for this month's LAist staff get-together we're having another bbq, only this time those who are so inclined are bringing their take on the mixed tape (aka burned cds) to swap with each other. i agonized a bit over what direction to go in, but in the end i went with a quirky mix of stuff that tends to lie on the other side of the radar and things that of late bring me much Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-67385007293694193472007-06-16T20:00:00.000-07:002007-06-16T20:22:11.191-07:00mary this is aiden. i'm going back to the basement where it's safe.*it's amazing how things go haywire and random every now and then. the ups swoop swiftly downward at varying speeds, and the unexpected replaces the expected. there was a little of this phenomenon going on in my little world this week, on both sides of the good/bad divide. this week i attended a book club meeting where we Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-29463541615436998462007-06-11T22:33:00.000-07:002007-06-11T22:55:31.581-07:00taking time to smell the--i like the way my room smells right now. well, wait--back that up a bit. first i would have to say that several years ago if i'd been asked what my favorite perfume was, i would say "grass" from the gap. of course, as is the tendency of most scents i love (see: dkny, the fragrance) the gap cut the grass (insert eye roll here) and i languished in smell-good Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-45059851359649936362007-06-09T10:07:00.000-07:002007-06-09T10:23:54.803-07:00bedhead bloggingi'm being a lazy ass bedheaded blogger today. i bought some new "extra firm" pillows at target yesterday, and they are doing a stellar job of propping me up while i tap away at the keys of my beloved laptop, annie. i think i am blogging as a stall tactic, because today is the day whereupon i must do some undesirable things. first, it's the last day of that jackhole ceramics Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-56386853273355860722007-05-29T17:20:00.000-07:002007-05-29T17:32:29.550-07:00publishing post as act of "forwarding" in order to spare years of bad fortuneso i got this email from a family member today... i'm meant to be shocked and amazed at the description of me vis-a-vis my sign. so, here goes:CAPRICORN- The Passionate LoverLove to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-61700183646639490182007-05-20T20:37:00.000-07:002007-05-20T21:06:41.295-07:00you: so, like, what did you do this weekend?me: uhhmmm, not much really. did some walking around, some shopping, had some great meals and treats, took some pictures.you: really? where'd you go?me: oh, san franciscodon't ask me why i do these things. well, since this whole post is based on an imaginary conversation, i suppose you could ask me why i do these things. and i actually wouldn't Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-68524650690160099282007-05-11T12:49:00.001-07:002007-05-11T12:49:14.197-07:00so trendy, i'm almost a week lateah, good old cinco de mayo. a holiday i rarely celebrate. but then again, i kind of hate holidays, so what can you expect? anyhow, someone passed along this clip to me, and reminded me that i was the one who got them into liz. and i'm eternally grateful to the darling boy for many things, one of which being his getting me into liz phair. so there. i have absolutely nothing clever to say at Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-46893575804446359262007-04-25T20:34:00.000-07:002007-04-25T20:56:53.947-07:00bitsyesterday i sat through "root canal: the sequel" and, while it didn't kill me, i must say there are about a zilliondy things i'd rather spend 90 minutes doing. the roots have been canal-ed, and i'm left with some residual jaw ache and that weird filling-getting-cozy-in-its-new-digs kind of feeling that mostly feels like i have a giant piece of popcorn or steak stuck between my teeth. me Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-74594150973497875592007-04-20T09:49:00.000-07:002007-04-20T10:11:49.754-07:00thanks, but no thankslast night i opted to use l.a.'s public transit to get me down to koreatown, where my fellow LAist-ers were congregating for our monthly meetup; it's much easier to relax and enjoy a few drinks if you know you don't have to drive, that's for sure. also, looking for parking is frequently such a colossal pain in the ass that it sometimes can sour the whole outing in the first Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-90730214135916564032007-04-18T19:39:00.000-07:002007-04-18T20:07:26.291-07:00meanwhile, the wind's been blowinguh, long time no... yeah. well. life happens. that is, if by "life" you mean trying to justify watching hours of televised programming as being "educational" then, yeah, sure, life's been happening a whole lot around here.but seriously.i have survived what can best be referred to as my "dental damn!" of 2007, in that i did indeed make it to the dentist last Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-34690119908378953932007-04-08T21:30:00.000-07:002007-04-08T21:45:37.015-07:00as god as my witness i shall never put off visiting the dentist againi have dentist-phobia. i don't like getting needles jabbed into the tender, delicate flesh of my gums in order to facilitate cold, hard, metallic objects being inserted for the purpose of scraping, poking, tugging, or (gulp!) drilling. this is why in the wisdom of my adult years, i've consistently avoided the dentist. this isLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-88304546573096133692007-04-03T13:59:00.000-07:002007-04-03T14:07:05.940-07:00well, don'tcha?don't you hate it when it feels like you've had a string of disappointments and you foolishly decide to rely on someone who is well-known for being unreliable to be the one who will bring you out of your funk? and then that person--lovely and wonderful and amazing as they are--is, as people tend to be, a human being, who has their own ups and downs to contend with (at an amplifiedLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-78827672105743365622007-03-30T13:19:00.000-07:002007-03-30T13:40:42.297-07:00on feeling crappy, and coversing with myselfso basically i feel like crap today. when i woke up i had the following conversation with myself:"gee, i'm hungry.""that's probably because you were hungry when you went to bed last night.""well, except for that mint meltie from purdy's you ate while watching the second episode of 90210 you tivo'd yesterday.""shut up.""anyhow, i should eat something. Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-90883946811212013652007-03-24T20:16:00.000-07:002007-03-24T20:39:24.756-07:00the "kelly does coke" year(s)so i'm back from the 604. it was a quick and dirty trip; light on the drama, heavy on the rain and brrrrisk spring air. getting from BUR-PDX-YVR was no problem, but the trip home from YVR-SEA-BUR seriously sucked. let me just say that we all need to be extra careful when closing those overhead compartments lest the motion shake loose the plastic snap-in strip that Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-24542137393783028442007-03-17T07:26:00.000-07:002007-03-17T07:39:54.216-07:00spring breakingso it looks like i'm going to have a whole heap o'time coming to me wherein i can be that writer i'm always moaning about not having time to be. as suspected, professor punkin can't very well collect a paycheck to teach to a room full of empty chairs, so there is no teaching gig for her this quarter at the alma mater. but before your heart flutters in anticipation of my meltdown Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-74051028524207013352007-03-13T10:19:00.000-07:002007-03-13T10:43:59.440-07:00the answers to life's questions--and some of the questions, too--are probably in your junk mail folderi was in a pondering mood this morning, thinking about the bigger issues that shape the scope of human existance. on a whim, i opened up the file for my junk mail, and discovered, to my utter shock, that all the answers i was looking for were right before my very eyes, in black and white--some Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-71109023944181499552007-03-11T12:34:00.000-07:002007-03-11T12:49:44.640-07:00daylight and sanity savings timei've actually gotten a lot accomplished, considering it's not long after noon on the sunday we jumped our clocks ahead by an hour. i've been to the local farmer's market, where i snapped a whole bunch of pictures, sampled three kinds of oxnard-grown strawberries, and chatted with a woman who's worked in some impressive restaurant kitchens and has now launched her Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-59326341644358158562007-03-08T16:22:00.000-08:002007-03-08T16:25:13.097-08:00ten minutes with meso last night i met up with some of my awesome LAist folks, and i got into it pretty deep on the conversational level with my editor and LAist guru tony. we talked a lot about writing and taking risks and confidence and practice and all the things that, as it so happens, i teach my freshmen students about writing for college. anyhow, he challenged me to tackle my writing headLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-46718790296450881762007-03-01T12:45:00.000-08:002007-03-01T13:22:47.538-08:00an accidental campfire taleeven though dateline: to catch a predator was on, on tuesday night around 8:30 the housemates angel bunny and lqt and i were sitting around in the living room with the television uncharacteristically off, talking about the kinds of things we normally do, like seasonal produce, anal sex, and what kind of fiber our area rug was made of. somewhere in the semi-distance i Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-44598840181557405042007-02-23T12:12:00.000-08:002007-02-23T17:12:28.027-08:00snack-sized bites for a windy friday (and apologies to my mom, or anyone else who might object to references to my boyfriend's naked body and my enjoyment of it)last week went by like a blur to me because i was hostessing the lovely and amazing ashley for a long-weekend birthday visit and most of the time was spent either covering our mouths and giggling like schoolgirls or deciding where our Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-37675385086908537572007-02-13T12:15:00.000-08:002007-02-13T12:54:22.217-08:00hangin' with lucy & ethelwhen our fantabulous directtv satellite cable-dealio swung into action in the fall i noticed that as part of our service we had a staggering number of xm satellite radio stations at our disposal via the television. but the staggering number of stations was so overwhelming that in order to preserve some shred of sanity i tried hard to pretend they didn't exist, because inLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-58599431344692379662007-02-04T16:47:00.000-08:002007-02-04T17:03:20.096-08:00making it a habitpopular wisdom dictates that it takes twenty-one consecutive days to make something a habit. (reverse logic holds as well that it takes twenty-one consecutive days to break a habit.) so, armed with this philosophy, a lot of drive, and my gym membership card, i've set out recently to make getting at least 30 minutes a day of physical activity a habit. i give myself a little Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-85429494554849619132007-02-03T11:58:00.000-08:002007-02-03T12:44:24.317-08:00beware the phony "girl next door"apparently someone doesn't like me, and is using some sort of "online dating" narc site to advertise said dislike about me. there's a survey that's been filled out, although since they actually didn't meet me, they can only say that i'm either a "good" emailer or so bad they'd rather just delete my emails instantly. apparently, i initiated contact, but they Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-34877398264347640842007-01-30T16:15:00.000-08:002007-01-30T16:31:55.182-08:00alphabet memesince hilary left this one open, i thought i'd hop on it for the sake of content. so here's meme-ing at you, kid!A- available? nope!B- best friend? i have a few, actually: laurie, bunny, ashley, foxy, the housemates lqt and angel bunny.C- cake or pie? mmm, cake! D- drink of choice? coffee or water.E- essential item I use every day: uh, deodorant? toothpaste? celly phone? internetLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-65661509566402480572007-01-28T18:21:00.001-08:002007-01-28T18:22:49.231-08:00guilty pleasuresometimes i like to watch mtv's my super sweet sixteen--not because i enjoy the show, but because i find it extraordinarily comforting that i am nowhere near my mid-to-late-teens; i am not planning "the biggest quinceanara Miami's ever seen" or the sickest sweet-sixteen party ever; i have never begged, cajoled, or pleaded with my parents to buy me a jaguar or bmw; i work to earn myLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-48767633459820367432007-01-27T16:31:00.000-08:002007-01-27T16:35:52.894-08:00oh, bobby goren, how i love your tiltingi found this just now on good old youtube. i think that a vid could be assembled that did more with the detective goren lean (because, jesus, does he ever lean and bend) and i also think an excellent drinking game would entail watching criminal intent and having to take a shot every time goren bends/tilts/leans. that would, easily, make anyone shitface Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1169693943468547942007-01-24T18:52:00.000-08:002007-01-24T18:59:03.503-08:00bad day/good daymissing the turn off the i-5 to the i-10 for the first time in over ten years of traveling that way to campus: bad daybunny slippers arrival: good daybeing disappointed by someone: bad dayreading over the student opinion surveys from my 3 classes last quarter and seeing the wildly awesome things some of my kids wrote: good dayskin trauma: bad daythis american life on my ipod:Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1169586286718266902007-01-23T12:46:00.000-08:002007-01-23T13:28:17.786-08:00go ask yourself, volume the secondbecause i'm enjoying blogging a tad bit more lately i thought i'd reinvigorate my "go ask yourself" series. you know, the one where i pretend to interview myself, a la ba-ba wa-wa minus the tears and mandatory tour of the stables.what food items are you a "snob" about?two things immediately come to mind: coffee and sushi. in regards to coffee, i will without aLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1169532036650443522007-01-22T21:46:00.000-08:002007-01-22T22:00:36.670-08:00"give a little respect to (oooh-oooh-oooh) me"*when i first started teaching at the university i thought i'd be all "i'm hip and down to earth and approachable" so i let my students call me by my first name. then, after giving it some thought, and reflecting on the professionalism of the many professors i'd admired and learned from over the years, realized that i can be "hip and down to earth Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1169318702197607322007-01-20T10:43:00.000-08:002007-01-20T10:48:41.786-08:002006: here's looking at you!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1169227703281032462007-01-19T09:05:00.000-08:002007-01-19T09:28:23.336-08:00all in a day's (off) workyesterday i had one of those well-paced, moderate-intensity, high-achievement days, whereupon when i laid my head to rest on my pillow i felt i'd truly earned the impending (and resulting) good night's sleep. here's what i did:had my lady-parts reinvestigated and my general well-being confirmed. this culminated in planned parenthood issuing me what i called "the best Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1168835570391739862007-01-14T20:14:00.000-08:002007-01-14T20:40:23.473-08:00a little slow on the updatei really should be riding the blogger's short bus, since i'm painfully slow at getting info from the whirlygig that is my life to this here blog o'mine.meh. i'm not really going to apologize. it is what it is.what can i say?my teaching schedule rocks my face off, and so far, i really dig my classes and my students. and, to make things even more delicious, my office Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1167977679550387852007-01-04T22:08:00.000-08:002007-01-04T22:14:39.573-08:00it's just the day todaytoday was one of those overcast days for me, inside and out. a little system-shocked from having gone back to work yesterday, a little too much mellowment in the holiday break schedule, and a little lonely feeling. it happens. ups and downs, right? i've cured the melancholoy for the most part by goofing on what was on tv with l.q.t. and taking on all sorts of ridiculousLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1167328743882173072006-12-28T09:58:00.000-08:002006-12-28T10:05:11.936-08:00vanity fare so long, twenty-nine. you were a very...interesting year for me.hello thirty.gasp. cough. sputter.oh, hell... i'm fine, actually.today is my 30th birthday, and i'm pretty stoked. i've already fielded some calls and texts and emails from well-wishers, and i've had the traditional birthday shower. (well, not so much tradition as necessity, but i plan on putting the "traditional birthday" Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1166835804025147082006-12-22T16:57:00.000-08:002006-12-22T17:03:24.316-08:00food-celeb bloggy coupi have been m.i.a. here, i know... mostly enjoying my time off, and mostly getting ready for the holiday festivities. i'm also eagerly anticipating the darling boy's fulfillment of his oath to fix my friggin' bed frame, but if i held my breath for it i'd be sitting here dead at the keyboard. anyhow, i'm in fine spirits because today i am all a-twitter over what i considerLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1166301671463501122006-12-16T12:40:00.000-08:002006-12-16T12:46:06.026-08:00vote for me, please!go here to see one of my favorite pictures that i've ever taken. then vote YES on it so that it can be published. hurry. do it now! it's here. and, if you're still reading (why are you?) go here. i mean it. go here. now.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1165267399737720292006-12-04T12:41:00.000-08:002006-12-04T13:23:21.186-08:00go ask yourself, part onesince my life is, for the most part, humming along nicely these days, i thought perhaps i'd delve into me from the outside in and provide answers to all those burning questions that so often get thrown my way. of course, since no one has asked to interview me, i figured who better than me to interview me? and so the "go ask yourself" series of interviews was born. and,Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1165001373888343792006-12-01T11:18:00.000-08:002006-12-01T11:29:34.036-08:00a little sentimentalit's the time of year when i find my eyes misting over with just the slightest provocation. i want to reach out and give a hug or two, or to confess to those around me that they hold a very special place in my heart. i'm wishing i had the time to bake everyone a batch of cookies. but it's not the impending holiday season that has me all sentimental; i choke--not choke up--Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1164601510110379082006-11-26T20:07:00.000-08:002006-11-26T20:25:12.630-08:00i don't know where all the time goessuddenly it's sunday night, and damn if i don't have to go back to work tomorrow morning. luckily it's the last full week of the quarter, and though it looks like it will be hectic, it's going to go fast and furious. it's funny, because i always remember folks older than myself shaking their heads, tsk-tsking, saying almost wistfully, "where does all the timeLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1163730557244263072006-11-16T17:42:00.000-08:002006-11-16T18:31:11.900-08:00"as quonset a brindle"*i'm pleased lately with the quality and quantity of good conversations i've had in recent days. i feel as though to mark some occasions, or for no reason whatsoever at times, it seems my friends and i rally 'round each other and gab to get to the good in life. i'm also pleased that my new phone has that bluetooth thing going for it, and that pairs up nicely with the Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1163051193351778052006-11-08T21:42:00.000-08:002006-11-08T21:46:33.366-08:00inspector gadgetryi have a new cellphone.it is pink.i regret not dropping $10 down to have them transfer over my contacts from my old phone.ergo, my fingers hurt from doing so manually, therby forcing me to only pay peripheral attention to tonight's episode of america's next top model.i love my new pink phone.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1162686946472290982006-11-04T16:18:00.000-08:002006-11-04T16:35:46.503-08:00the nicest of vicesoh dear me, this is bad; today marks the second time in two weeks that i've donned a borrowed terrycloth robe and black rubber sandals and spa'd my cares away. today's trip to the plush and hushed catacombs of better living through indulgent pampering was courtesy of the phenomenal foxy, who needed a partner for such an outing, and decided to make my birthday come early. we Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5144601.post-1162438565201499092006-11-01T19:02:00.000-08:002006-11-01T19:36:05.246-08:00know-it-somesince i've been fairly guarded over the past few months on this here web space of mine, i've been thinking of all the different little teeny-tiny nonsense things i could share instead. you know, like things i like or do...my quirks. so while you'll never know it all about me, you can't say you don't know-it-some.my favorite game show is the $100,000 pyramid. i tivo a rerun of it Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780757893093580554noreply@blogger.com