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This evening I’ll be handing out candy, and ooohing and aaahing over costumes.
At one minute after midnight I’ll be making my first NaNoWriMo & NaBloPoMo posts!
Everyone have a incredible evening.
New Yorkers always find a way.
I caught these two little characters on a corner of Columbus.
While taking a pic of this sculpture I noticed Lincoln Center had a new banner up.
I had to cross the street to make really sure of this one.
Yup, this is what I thought I saw!
This is the phone I use to moblog with
The headache is finally over.
My day was spent mostly lying around.
Spoke to Brando which is always nice.
Listened to a Wayne Dyer CD I got on a Barnes & Nobles run. Dr. Dyer leads a meditation based on the verses of the Tao Te Ching or the Great Way.
Right now American Beauty is on the set.
Talk about going from one extreme to another.
Someone commented on one fo my older pics at flickr.
This is Johnny’s. It’s about the tiniest store you can imagine. I’ve been buying books there since high school.
Had a three day headache.
Am still searching for words to describe the pain’s intensity.
The best I can come up with so far is bands of wet cloth tied around my head, that just kept getting tighter and tighter.
I’m staying in today.
Be back in a bit.
I just put my meme blog on a break till 12/1.
Maybe when I reopen it I will have come up with a meme of my own.
My audio blog template has been driving me crazy for over two weeks now. The side bar won’t show, and I have tried everything. I redid the settings and changed the template several times. If I can’t come up with a solution soon I’ll just have to pick up and move. My audio blog is on the same host, but is not experiencing any problems. I’m so glad too,because it would be a problem to move that one.
Just finished the flyer for the networking event on Saturday.
I worked on it all afternoon yesterday. As soon as I look at the proof this morning I knew exactly what had to stay and what had to go.
My friend will print them up this afternoon, and I’ll distribute them over the next couple of days.
I swear to you the flyer is the hardest part of an event. Once I can get that done, everything else is easy.
Best galpal is going on vacation tomorrow, and we’re meeting up tonight for burgers and chat. Her bon-voyage gifts are an unlocked cell phone & a book to read on the plane. The phone is charging now.
I took these pics on a walk through my neighborhood recently.
This store is in the basement of a brownstone; NYC has many such out of the way treasures.
Visit My Blog Buddy Sognatrice - I read about Blog Action Day at her blog.
- cinnamon apple oatmeal for breakfast
- wearing my crazy plaid patchwork shirt with the embroidered flowers
- the heat just went on
Yes, it’s definitely autumn.
Sunday was good; I was out most of the day.
The morning was spent serving as sounding board and typist. A friend is working on a writing project, and they have stacks and stacks of great material. I’m helping cut it down to one compact stack.
The afternoon was spent used car shopping with another friend. And this time we found one. I don’t know anything about cars, but it’s red and cute. Vroom! Vroom! What’s cooler than having a friend with four available wheels when you don’t drive?
I’m off to check my Bloglines, and see what my She Who Blogs buddies are up to.
The networking event is just beginning.
The helium for the balloons didn’t arrive, so I’ve been blowing balloons up myself.
Not one of the variety stores or florists has any available.
They won’t float, but I can tie them around the signs and stuff.
I can’t believe I still have the lung power.
So I’m browsing through a CD of photos and I find the above.
It was one of my first attempts at Photoshop.
This one I took recently while walking home from the Museum of Natural History.
Old metal covered with multiple coats of paint has a charm all it’s own. And you see alot of it in the city.
Old tree stumps are beautiful and sad at once.
This was part of an outdoor art exhibit on the Upper West Side. That’s the corner of 79th & Broadway. There wasa really cool Woolworths on that corner for years. The kind that had a lunch counter. Filene’s is nice, but things haven’t been the same since Woolworth’s left New York.
This photo did nothing for me in color, but I like it in b&w.
This is from the Metropolitan Art Museum. I guess the artists’ message was along the lines of stay away.
My blog buddy Lissa had a BAFAB contest, and I won!
I’m off to help one of my best friends celebrate their 39th birthday.
All I’ve heard for days is “I’m getting old.”
In December I intend to be 46 years young.
And how about all of you?
Just how young or old are you feeling?
Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today.
– James Dean
From Wednesday & Thursday’s entries on my mobile blog
Going to see Brando perform tomorrow. He wouldn’t tell me anything about the play other than the title. He is one of three performers in it. I grow curiouser and curiouser…
I am in the theatre waiting for the show to begin.
This is the most exciting part, that few moments before it all begins.
I’ve taken a seat that allows me to see both the audience and the stage. This is my preferred seating in both a theatre and life.
Brando is the star of the show, and his character is named Francis like me.
Nearly 46 and still getting excited over little things - Thank God - that I never want to change about myself.
I think of my little trio of plays, of me up on stage at such a late date, then I think why the hell not?
My darlings this old girl may not have the looks she once had, but she has moves you can’t imagine.
This afternoon’s movie was a documentary about Toots Shoor.
Toots was the most popular restauranteur that New York has or will ever see.
His heyday was the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. Every politician, actor, gangster, and sports hero knew Toots.
His restaurant had a circular bar in the center - Toots felt know one should have to walk across a room for a drink.
I wholeheartedly agree.
I could see me with my own bar lounge; there I would be on my personal stool holding court.
Probably wouldn’t want to charge any of my friends for a drink.
I’d be out of business in a heartbeat.
It’s a beautiful night here in New York.
September was a dream, October looks to be the same. The summer was a swamp.
My dinner is a combination of Chinese & Japanese.
My mouth is filled with flavors: roast pork bun, spicy salmon handroll. Unagi with a liberal sprinkle of barbeque sauce.
Maybe I won’t live to be 97 - but no matter what the length it will be a happy life - and that’s all that matters.
Life is phenomenally good.
On the 1 train.
12 hours of non-stop fun with a friend who likes EVERYTHING I do.
It’s a rare and wonderful thing.
Okay, so I call the local pizza parlor to order lunch for me and a friend.
After a half hour of discussion we had finally decided on chicken parmesan.
Hi! I’d like an order for delivery.
You’re the well-done personal pizza lady.
Yup, but today my friend and I feel like some chicken parm. We’d like two orders, sauce on the side please. And you know I don’t like onions in my sauce.
Don’t worry, I know, I’ll get the onions out.
We also want two sides of garlic bread, one Diet Pepsi, one Pepsi regular, okay?
You got it. See you soon.
So we’re sitting around talking and the delivery guy arrives with a bag that smells heavenly.
He gets his 21 bucks plus a tip and leaves.
We rip open the bag and find two 12″ chicken parmesan heroes, and two 12″ loaves of garlic bread inside.
That’s 4 feet of bread.
I hit the redial on my cell.
Hi this is Frances. My order was just delivered.
Right chicken parm instead of personal pizza.
Right. You sent me two chicken parm heros with two garlic bread on the side. I didn’t ask for heroes.
You asked for chicken parm right?
Yes I did.
If you want chicken parm on a plate you have to ask for chicken parm on a plate. If you ask for just chicken parm then you get a hero.
Really? And it would never occur to you to ask me if I want a plate or hero.
Silence.
Look you have to tell me what you want.
I did. I told you I wanted 2 chicken parm. Didn’t the fact that I asked for bread on the side give you a hint? We got 4 feet of bread here.
But it’s your fault you didn’t say chicken parm on a plate.
I said 2 chicken parm with garlic bread on the side. Who gets a sandwich with a side of bread?
Silence
Just send the delivery man back with my money and take your food back.
You don’t want me to send you 2 chicken parm on a plate?
No, just my money thank you.
Five minutes later the delivery guy is at the door. The first thing out of his mouth is:
I’m sorry, but I don’t make the orders.
It’s okay, I know.
We had Wendy’s instead.
