tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35661132011-04-21T17:35:26.093-07:00Ayelet Like It Is<b>Because I like to write. </b>Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-107984291441604052004-03-20T20:21:00.000-08:002004-03-20T20:25:28.733-08:00The proud moment has finally arrived. Kindly redirect yourself to my new site: www.ayeletlikeitis.com. Thank you.Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1078727081517718892004-03-07T22:24:00.000-08:002004-03-07T22:27:42.543-08:00If you're reading this it means you did not give up on me and for that I thank you wholeheartedly! It's been a long road but I'm still here and anxious to begin blogging again. Changes are most certainly afoot and as soon as my new webpage is up and running, you'll be redirected and your cyberlook into my world can continue. Until then, in the immortal words of Bartles and Jaymes (or at least Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1075475353011870672004-01-30T07:09:00.000-08:002004-01-30T07:23:05.750-08:00If I leave here tomorrow
Will you still remember me?
I know, I know. Cheesy. It would have been entirely possible for me to have chosen lyrics that don't induce snickering (not to mention beer-chugging, Confederate flag-waving and/or cousin-marrying). But they fit, so sue me.
I had not intended to post again for a while but the emotion of the past few days has inspired me. Nothing likeAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1073706232520826632004-01-09T19:43:00.000-08:002004-01-09T20:22:28.200-08:00My first post of 2004 and I'm here only to say this will probably be my last. Though I find myself blessed (or cursed) with at least half a dozen mini-epiphanies on a daily basis -- thoughts, ideas, concepts that loudly implore me to write about them -- I'm also in a state of complete disinclination toward airing my personal thoughts for cyber consumption. An important crossroads in my life Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1072285530329201892003-12-24T09:05:00.000-08:002003-12-24T20:46:14.640-08:00Happy holidays, everyone! And, in all this yuletide madness, don't forget to take pleasure in the simple joys of life...
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1071251568083678142003-12-12T09:52:00.000-08:002003-12-12T10:33:07.216-08:00Random thoughts for a cold, sunny Friday:
Last night, while on duty at Hairspray, I was presented with a composition notebook filled with the amusing ramblings of various concession staffers over the show’s 15-month run and given the privilege of reading said notebook, on the condition that I do not, under any circumstances, show it to any of the ushers or say, accidentally leave it in the Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1070986461289350552003-12-09T08:14:00.000-08:002003-12-09T08:40:00.153-08:00A double dose of Dean: First, Sunday's NY Times magazine featured this article, about Howard Dean's supporters, an incredibly driven, optimistic and dedicated bunch. An undeniably interesting read, whether or not you're a Dean supporter yourself. And for someone like me, who's been making a concerted effort these days to inform myself and understand more about the various candidates, it was Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1070735457717228292003-12-06T10:30:00.000-08:002003-12-06T10:32:55.403-08:00First snow of the season. Lovely.
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1070550111042196612003-12-04T07:01:00.000-08:002003-12-04T07:20:05.280-08:00From the holy-shit-what-is-this-world-coming-to department:
This article disturbed and infuriated me more than anything I've read in months. I'm stunned and appalled to have found this small blurb tucked 40 pages deep into the newspaper... why on earth hasn't a bigger stink been made over this? Let's hope the involvement of the ACLU brings more attention, as I think this should go far beyondAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1070513994710479762003-12-03T20:59:00.000-08:002003-12-04T06:57:02.873-08:00Confused, restless, impatient and anxious tonight after hitting a couple of snags (one minor; one major) in my plans for next year. That’s partly what’s kept me from updating my blog lately, although working three jobs, entertaining out-of-town guests and setting aside time for other writing could have something to do with my blogatory negligence.
Tonight, as always, I’m utterly convinced I’mAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1069884589570569592003-11-26T14:09:00.000-08:002003-11-26T14:43:42.653-08:00Far too busy and otherwise engaged to devote any time to blogging lately, but I promise I shall return!
Just wanted to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1068823814590096462003-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:002003-11-14T08:15:57.030-08:00It is inundantly windy outside this morning, as it was all day yesterday. Howling winds; the kind that annihilate trees and metal trash can lids and send newspapers and trash hurtling through the air; the kind whose presence is announced with such sonance that it’s hard to believe there are buildings left standing.
I have never liked the wind. Give me rain, sleet, hail, snow, but keep the Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1068485464276507502003-11-10T09:31:00.000-08:002003-11-10T10:09:19.733-08:00Am I the only one who gets the strong feeling that not a single soul on this earth truly understands me? Reading over yesterday’s posting, I fought the overwhelming urge to hit “delete,” convinced I sounded considerably freakish and thinking there’s no way in hell anyone could possibly understand me anyway. I have terrific, supportive friends and a loving family, but I honestly feel that no oneAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1068439612161628092003-11-09T20:46:00.000-08:002003-11-09T20:59:33.843-08:00Seven months in Iraq was apparently not enough to satisfy our "president" or sufficiently clean up the mess he made over there, so, six months after returning home to San Diego, my friend Craig may be sent back to that hellhole. Yes, our “government” has just issued orders for the First Marine Expeditionary Force (of which Craig is a part) to send 20,000 Marines back to Iraq. Someone please Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1068137543928813932003-11-06T08:52:00.000-08:002003-11-06T08:59:46.340-08:00Thanks, everyone, for your concern. I should disappear more often! I am indeed alive and well, simply taking a brief blogging hiatus as I try to make sense of the world and, more specifically, my own life. Going through a lot these days and while I often feel I could benefit from writing about it here, I have instead chosen to consign my anxieties and emotions to my journal (or usually just Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1067292764538926202003-10-27T14:12:00.000-08:002003-10-27T14:14:00.390-08:00OK, I'm the first to admit I love my cat (as well as all previous family pets and random animals everywhere), but this is going a bit too far, dontcha think?
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1067026829229572482003-10-24T13:20:00.000-07:002003-10-24T13:50:52.043-07:00Having been forced to listen to WPLJ all week, I have resisted the urge to jump out the window every time the commercials end and so-called "music" starts again. Hearing the highly overrated Sheryl Crow sing "The First Cut Is the Deepest" makes me want to scratch out my own eyeballs with an icepick (as does The Dixie Chicks' rendition of "Landslide"). No Doubt's horrendous cover of "It's My Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1066839512458227872003-10-22T09:18:00.000-07:002003-10-22T09:59:04.166-07:00Despondent. That’s how I feel today on hearing the news that Elliott Smith is dead, the victim of an apparent suicide at 34. Unbelievably sad. Most people who know me are well aware that I’ve been enormously admiring of Elliott and his music since first hearing “Waltz #2” on WFUV in 1998 and subsequently obtaining and repeatedly listening to his album, X/O. He was, by all accounts, a lovely, Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1066754491091031212003-10-21T09:41:00.000-07:002003-10-21T09:52:57.036-07:00Busy, busy, busy. Yes, I’d like to order more blogging time, please. Between major upheaval at work and the usual confusion/bewilderment that is my life, my writing has taken a back seat these past few weeks and that displeases me significantly.
I’m fairly certain I’m too scattered to express my thoughts in any fluid, graceful manner, but I do have a few bizarre NYC encounters to share. It Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1066322823830806802003-10-16T09:47:00.000-07:002003-10-16T09:53:02.630-07:00OK, I got more comments and emails regarding Monday's one-word post than just about anything else I've written in the past year. What does that say about my writing talents, I wonder? Perhaps it's not quite time to quit my day job, as they say.
The post was all I could muster that day, a day when I just felt a little bit down, a little bit overworked and a good deal overwhelmed by life. Am Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1066076182912398072003-10-13T13:16:00.000-07:002003-10-13T13:16:46.970-07:00Sigh...Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1065631075528588042003-10-08T09:37:00.000-07:002003-10-08T10:02:23.963-07:00AP Headline this morning: "World Marvels at Schwarzenegger's Victory." I'm sorry, shouldn't that be "Laughs?" We have elected a breast-fondling, English language-mangling, Nazi sympathizer to rule the Golden State. Believe me, the world is laughing.
Bill Clinton was impeached for having consensual sex and lying about it. Arnold groped unsuspecting women, openly admired a mass murderer Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1065586330674571082003-10-07T21:12:00.000-07:002003-10-07T21:21:32.550-07:00I don’t even know how to begin this post. Jeff, my ex-boyfriend (and close friend of 14 years) lost his brother Richard to cancer yesterday. Richard was only 36. While I did not know Richard well, he and Jeff were exceptionally close and his parents always treated me kindly. They are lovely people, so undeserving of this (I suppose no one is truly deserving of such sorrow). Meanwhile, myselfAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1065221731775488642003-10-03T15:55:00.000-07:002003-10-03T15:57:24.940-07:00After reading my blog today, my friend James made some comments on his own blog and linked to a WorldNetDaily article that delves deeper into the issue (one I find truly chilling) of our government secretly evacuating Saudis -- including Bin Laden family members -- from this country without even the slightest investigation, at a time when airspace was supposedly shut down for our own protection.Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1065203404465967422003-10-03T10:50:00.000-07:002003-10-03T10:57:57.460-07:00Two words: FLANNEL BLANKET. What unbridled joy there was in my home last night upon taking said blanket from its summer resting place and putting to warm, cozy use. Yes, my favorite season has arrived in full force, boldly attempting to imitate winter with its chilly winds. The onset of autumn occurred almost literally overnight. A week ago the air conditioner pumped brisk air through our Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1064853520393886472003-09-29T09:38:00.000-07:002003-09-29T10:25:17.970-07:00Strange and delightful and somewhat psychotic New Yorkers, part 16: This morning, as I waited to cross 8th Avenue, a short woman standing beside me complimented me on my hair. Naturally, I smiled warmly and thanked her. Now, while compliments from strangers are typically a pleasant start to the day, this one went quite a bit farther than that (perhaps I should consider removing the sign Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1064611885912609382003-09-26T14:31:00.000-07:002003-09-26T14:42:38.836-07:00Can you tell it’s been a somewhat slow week here at work?
So I was reading the news this morning about Robert Palmer’s death and I was somewhat surprised to see the song “Some Guys Have All the Luck” listed among his credits. Now, was this merely an error made by some eager young fact-checker and overlooked by his inebriated editor or am I the only one on the planet who didn’t know Palmer Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1064523443090425792003-09-25T13:57:00.000-07:002003-09-25T14:02:57.550-07:00Presently, a large group of people wearing matching yellow t-shirts are congregated at the entrance to Penn Station, loudly singing "God Bless America" while standing behind a large banner, swaying side-to-side and waving small placards wildly above their heads. Explanation?Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1064519667477940892003-09-25T12:54:00.000-07:002003-09-25T13:00:09.663-07:00First things first, an invitation to check out the world of fellow blogger Benjamin, whom I “met” through Lara, whose blog is one of the few I read with any regularity. The story of how these two met and became friends is utterly fascinating to me; evidence of the alarming frequency the words “what a small world” seem to be voiced in this not-so-big big city of ours.
Not much time to write Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1064423325367758452003-09-24T10:08:00.000-07:002003-09-24T10:12:59.076-07:00Feeling better today… jetlag gone, despite the fact that I got little sleep again last night. Caught the new Woody Allen movie after work and it literally turned my frown upside down (to use an inane phrase most often uttered by people like summer camp counselors and 12-step program leaders. Not that I’ve ever been in a 12-step program, mind you, I’m just speculating here…). Anyway, I walked Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1064340786537741472003-09-23T11:13:00.000-07:002003-09-23T11:15:12.483-07:00Back home and not entirely happy about it. For several years, I relished returning home to New York after a vacation; I missed the city greatly while away and always felt a sense of relief and semi-elation to return. Lately, however, I’ve not been so anxious to get back to my life here and instead find myself longing to remain wherever it is I’m visiting. I recognize that it’s mostly due to Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1063822009104481572003-09-17T11:06:00.000-07:002003-09-17T11:15:48.343-07:00So, Donny Rumsfeld reportedly said yesterday he had "no reason" to believe Saddam Hussein had anything to with the 9/11 attacks. Following Rummy's little declaration, Condi Rice pipes up and says the U.S. government "never claimed Saddam had direction or control" in the attacks. Then Cheney joins in, recalling having said we have "no evidence" of any link between Saddam and 9/11. I'm sorry... Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1063659526220537412003-09-15T13:58:00.000-07:002003-09-15T14:02:50.183-07:00I am in love. Deeply in love. My new toy will undoubtedly make this week’s cross-country jaunt -- complete with airport delays and layovers -- considerably more tolerable (as well as all future expeditions, cross-country or elsewhere). Sad how such a small, inconsequential piece of metal can elicit so much pleasure. Like I wrote yesterday, it's the little things.
Listening to the Beach Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1063483189383341512003-09-13T12:59:00.000-07:002003-09-13T13:03:43.106-07:00The gifted India Arie was spot-on when she sang about “the little things and the joy they bring.” I’m one of those infinitely lucky people capable of finding joy in even the most miniscule items and instances: a cat’s purr, a great song, shared laughter with a close friend over an inside joke, the smell and hue of the trees after an overnight rain.
After this especially difficult week, whenAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1063287554484534042003-09-11T06:39:00.000-07:002003-09-11T06:39:38.300-07:00How eerie to wake up to clear blue skies; a stunningly beautiful morning, just like on that horrific day two years ago.
Such a gorgeous day to be filled with so many heavy hearts.
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1062790846145420542003-09-05T12:40:00.000-07:002003-09-07T16:49:04.360-07:00203. Two hundred and three. That’s how many items were comfortably nestled in my junk e-mail box after I neglected to check it for six days while on vacation. 203. I returned from a wonderful trip to 203 separate e-mails, insisting under no uncertain terms that I am in desperate need of everything from generic Viagra to breast implants (huh?) to penile extension (“Impress her with your huge Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1061915286913585222003-08-26T09:28:00.000-07:002003-08-26T11:20:03.563-07:00“If I buy you a house, will you mail me your dreams?” That jumbled and bizarre lyric appeared and repeated itself in an exceedingly peculiar dream I had last night. My dreams consistently feature music, often original music of my own creation (which leads me to wonder why my songwriting abilities manifest themselves most potently in my dreams and not when I'm sitting at the piano). Coming up Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1061841414597684832003-08-25T12:56:00.000-07:002003-08-25T13:16:03.813-07:00“It’s beginning to look a lot like autumn…” Well, at least it did over that incredibly gorgeous weekend we just had. The past few mornings have felt refreshingly autumn-like to me, waking up feeling just a slight chill from all the open windows. Lovely. The park was nothing short of stunning yesterday and I soaked up as much of it as possible, despite a four-hour hiatus, during which I workedAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1061172446916493962003-08-17T19:07:00.000-07:002003-08-20T11:45:20.236-07:00Blackouts can be fun! At least when you're lucky like me and not stuck in an elevator or underground or unable to get home. Having been a few months shy of my sixth birthday during the last big blackout in '77, I'm sure this more recent one will remain more vivid in my memory. Yes, blackouts can be fun! Despite the heat, of course. The heat can be brutal; hot weather is much more dangerous Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1060809854665159732003-08-13T14:24:00.000-07:002003-08-13T14:45:58.780-07:00You must take a look at this amusing, ingenious use of flash animation. Hilarious. Be sure to push the "More" button to see and enjoy the second part.
Came across this excellent piece earlier and it got me all fired up to write an extended diatribe on my feelings concerning the war in Iraq, our questionable government and their questionable motives, and most of all, our country’s Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1060646955883598902003-08-11T17:09:00.000-07:002003-08-11T17:11:09.810-07:00I almost forgot... Happy Birthday (#32) to my dear friend Helen! I miss you and I wish I could celebrate with you over margaritas!
Also, I was very sad to hear the news of Gregory Hines' death. He was an incredible talent and a true original. If you don't believe me, rent White Nights. Beautiful.
RIP, Gregory. You will be missed.Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1060635012160971842003-08-11T13:50:00.000-07:002003-08-11T14:09:05.323-07:00Ah, Monday. While attending a funeral is not the best way I can think of to usher in a weekend (as I did Friday afternoon), it was wonderful to catch up and spend time with certain family members and friends, despite the sad circumstances. As one of our Hasidic cousins spoke lovingly about family at Saba Harry’s grave, I gave serious thought to how remarkable our family truly is and how Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1060279681946339272003-08-07T11:08:00.000-07:002003-08-07T14:04:34.690-07:00RIP, Uncle Harry. So that makes two deaths of people I know, a repeat of this past February. I do hope that, contrary to the popular belief that deaths occur in threes (and contrary to what happened in February), this will be it for me, my friends and family for a long while.
I’ve often touched on the topic of dreams, noting the often vivid and disturbing nature of those which have a Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1060101616000432662003-08-05T09:40:00.000-07:002003-08-05T09:40:16.500-07:00Came across this excellent article earlier today and it got me all fired up to write an extended diatribe on my feelings concerning the war in Iraq, our questionable government and their questionable motives, and most of all, our country’s questionable future (scroll down on the website to see one of the responses to the article, which interestingly points out some rather unnerving similarities Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1060019017651593672003-08-04T10:43:00.000-07:002003-08-04T10:46:57.890-07:00Steamy. That’s our weather forecast for today, as it’s been for the past four days. Blech. I suppose I shouldn’t complain, since we did have a few lovely days last week. But would it be too much to ask for the humidity not to be so oppressive? Subway platforms are complete pits of hell on days like today. Waiting for a D train close to 2am the other night, I was on the verge of leaping in Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1059772024299180942003-08-01T14:07:00.000-07:002003-08-01T14:48:39.913-07:00In the past 20 minutes, the sky outside my window has darkened and the heavens have unleashed a fury of rain upon Manhattan. And guess who didn’t bring an umbrella to work today? Chuckle, chuckle. Please don’t laugh if you happen to spot me attempting to stay dry while dashing madly about town later. Thankfully, I will soon be in the warm, dry cradle of the Walter Kerr Theatre, where friends Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1059509180069834112003-07-29T13:06:00.000-07:002003-07-29T16:44:54.950-07:00In reading over my last post about Ian McCulloch, I began pondering the phenomenon of lead singers departing from successful bands in the hopes of forging an equally (or more) successful solo career. Here you have a trend of universal and limitless proportions, which I guess means it’s no longer a trend but has become the norm. Of course, walking hand-in-hand with the sometimes sad, often Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1058980026628970102003-07-23T10:07:00.000-07:002003-07-23T10:38:58.533-07:00“From start to finish, I was proud to fall, but I fell so deep within it, I got lost inside it all.”
Ah, the ever-charming Ian McCulloch. That song had been all but forgotten until the magic of Internet radio brought it back for me, as it’s done with so many other beloved songs that had somehow slipped from my musical radar. It’s startling how invaluable it has become to me over such a briefAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1058466801540056312003-07-17T11:33:00.000-07:002003-07-17T11:36:36.336-07:00Christ, am I in a funk today. Not sure why, but it's a funk like no other funk in this funky world. How can anyone feel depressed on such a stunningly gorgeous day? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it's a stunningly gorgeous day and I'm trapped inside an office. Or perhaps it's because I have friends visiting from out of town, enjoying said lovely day and -- did I mention? --Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1058397998252522862003-07-16T16:26:00.000-07:002003-07-16T16:41:03.690-07:00Got some very sad news this afternoon: R.I.P. Celia Cruz.
Absolutely one of the greatest voices in music... she will certainly be missed!
Once again hosting out-of-town guests in my humble abode this week, thus I am terribly eager to escape my no-longer-cubicle-now-office-with-window so as to rush home and entertain them as a proper hostess should!Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1058373709393299462003-07-16T09:41:00.000-07:002003-07-16T11:39:13.243-07:00"Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade..."
People who leave children and/or pets in their cars on hot summer days should be hanged. After they are shot. No trial. Just death. You are murderers, plain and simple.
And what about those morons who left their two children in a tent in the yard, then proceeded to padlock it, leaving the children no water on a day when temperatures Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1057759740701153402003-07-09T07:09:00.000-07:002003-07-09T12:47:30.226-07:00"New York, New York, it's a wonderful town..."
Something utterly unholy happened to me on the C train last night. A middle-aged, greying, deeply tanned man got on the train at Columbus Circle and took a seat almost immediately across from me, clad in a white tank top and tangerine-colored genie pants. Transparent genie pants. Obviously the lunatic subscribed to the theory that transparent Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1057588500873257352003-07-07T07:35:00.000-07:002003-07-07T07:35:00.836-07:00So much I'd like to write this morning, but alas, so little time! Hope to remedy that later today. In the meantime, I must give a shout-out to Tyler, who over the weekend traded life in suburbia for the mean streets of Manhattan and is now setting up house a mere five blocks from my front door. Welcome to the neighborhood, T! Having you for a neighbor is an exciting (and only slightly Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1057250191805335482003-07-03T09:36:00.000-07:002003-07-03T09:53:22.573-07:00S.H.I.T. (So Happy It's Thursday)! Especially when there's a three-day weekend stretched out so beautifully before me, full of possibilities (and some well-earned, much-needed downtime).
In a world where Spike Lee was able to stop a major television network from changing its name to a word that is not only a common noun but also the name of other famous people (Spike Jones and Jonze, to Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1057163686063924362003-07-02T09:34:00.000-07:002003-07-02T09:46:12.810-07:00"Someday, some way, maybe I'll understand you." Song for today: Marshall Crenshaw's "Someday, Someway." What a brilliant little gem, reminiscent of Buddy Holly (whom I've always loved), but also standing the test of time as only the greatest, most simplistic songs can. And, like that song, Marshall somehow never seems to age, something I discovered when seeing him perform live in Brooklyn two Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-1057074999990380482003-07-01T08:56:00.000-07:002003-07-01T08:56:39.793-07:00Looks like Michael Moore is at it again with a new letter to Dubya. A highly amusing read, if you have the time.
Speaking of time, I have had precious little of it to myself lately, as evidenced by the sorry sight of my sadly neglected blog. But rest assured, it's not for lack of material. I shall return!
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-960154492003-06-25T06:56:00.000-07:002003-06-26T11:46:51.490-07:00"Lookin' out a dirty old window..."
When Kim Wilde released "Kids in America" in 1981, I was 10 years old and the song reached out and grabbed me as I imagine it did all the other kids in America convinced she was singing specifically for them (the irony being that she's British and never was a kid in America herself). Nevertheless, the song's continued impact is evidenced by its popularityAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-959820982003-06-24T07:44:00.000-07:002003-06-24T07:49:44.000-07:00I just heard this slightly disqueting story on 1010WINS: the movie Finding Nemo has caused a rush on aquarium supply stores and an escalation in sales of (relatively expensive) clown fish like Nemo. While it's somewhat charming to think of small children (and even adults) finding the fish so irresistible they want to have their own, I'm troubled by flashbacks of dalmatian fever after 101 Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-959812632003-06-24T07:18:00.000-07:002003-06-24T07:47:58.000-07:00At long last... some justification for lifting and carrying that air-conditioner up three flights of stairs! Coming home last night to an apartment as crisp as a winter afternoon was a huge relief, as I'd begun to wonder whether the poor, neglected unit was simply taking up space in my window.
Feeling a bit out of sorts this morning after staying awake long past whatever comes after LettermanAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-959593172003-06-23T14:31:00.000-07:002003-06-23T14:48:22.000-07:00It is becoming inreasingly difficult for me to comprehend just how in the hell this company I work for expects its employees to continue coming here and offering their services, day after day, without having a complete mental and physical breakdown. In an attempt to maintain a tighter grip on the company wallet, the powers that be decided we should switch to a new server. “Great news!” was the Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-958692382003-06-20T10:29:00.000-07:002003-06-20T10:39:11.000-07:00Add this to the ludicrous amount of media attention being focused on a certain bespectacled fictional character. For fuck's sake, people, it's just a bloody BOOK. Do we really need to lose our friggin' minds over it? I beg you, calm yourselves!
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-957900852003-06-18T06:49:00.000-07:002003-06-21T08:26:28.000-07:00Despite sufficient evidence to the contrary, I have reason to believe the purported “ticket blitz” here in New York is far from the epidemic it’s made out to be. Take what happened to me the other day, as I attempted to use an unlimited Metrocard in one of those revolving medieval torture device turnstiles (what do you call those awful things, anyway?). As most mass-transiteers know, those Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-955960902003-06-12T09:56:00.000-07:002003-06-12T09:57:02.000-07:00After a lengthy recent discussion with Marney regarding the trials and merits of living in New York City, I had to pass along a brilliant quote from my friend Tyler, who summed up the exhilarating (though often confusing, frustrating and exasperating) pace of NYC life beautifully:
"For everything this city has taken from me, its given me back something intangibly and exponentially more Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-955117052003-06-10T09:30:00.000-07:002003-06-10T09:37:14.000-07:00Reading this article in the news the other day made me chuckle out loud (effectively frightening a few co-workers in the process). After considering the facts, my amusement turned to exasperation for a legal system that is clearly out of control and an arrogant, egomaniacal clown who is apparently under the impression that choosing a noun from Webster’s Dictionary as his first name gives him Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-954719122003-06-09T10:18:00.000-07:002003-06-09T17:05:21.000-07:00While sometimes a relief, the ears-ringing, empty silence that accompanies the departure of houseguests can be sadly deafening. Not nearly as painful or empty as the silence that follows when a lover walks out on you, but eerily quiet nonetheless. I had a fantastic visit with Christina and Matt, rare sparkling gems in the houseguest category in that -- upon their departure -- I was not forced Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-953898892003-06-06T16:38:00.000-07:002003-06-06T16:38:27.500-07:00I have added another new friend to my list of blogs at left. Everyone, please welcome Jon and his cockeyed absurdity.Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-953896762003-06-06T16:31:00.000-07:002003-06-06T16:31:54.000-07:00Did anyone see that gorgeous sunset here in NYC last night? Positively stunning.
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-953475362003-06-05T16:37:00.000-07:002003-06-05T16:47:43.000-07:00Shitty day. Shitty, shitty day. Morrissey once tried to convince us that everyday is like Sunday but today has been more like Hell-on-Earth-day. The arrival of Sunday (and, with it, the much-anticipated Tony Awards and Tony parties) at this moment would be a grand treat; something along the lines of curing cancer or finding a shoebox full of diamonds under my bed. Not likely to happen but Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-951542662003-06-01T08:13:00.000-07:002003-06-01T08:15:27.000-07:00After a fantastic extended Memorial Day weekend far beyond the reaches of the city, it has been exacting trying to reconnect with the daily routine of my life, not quite prepared to accept that my brief respite from real life was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Why is it we can put a man on the moon but we can’t figure out why vacation days pass so much faster than work days? Will Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-947436472003-05-22T09:33:00.000-07:002003-05-22T09:37:03.000-07:00So glad I spent an hour installing my air conditioner the other night! Is it possible we’ll even reach 60 degrees today? Not likely. But I’m glad Maureen will be comfortable in my apartment without A/C, especially since she’s giving me tremendous peace of mind by looking after Melody all weekend while I’m gone.
As a person with such an optimistic view of the future of this country and life Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-946488002003-05-20T13:10:00.000-07:002003-05-20T13:27:08.000-07:00Oh, bloody hell. Our government has once again decided to alert us to something over which we have little if any freakin' control. Why, I ask? Can someone please explain to me why this is necessary, other than giving the powers that be a chance to say "See, we knew it would happen" when we are finally, inevitably attacked. As if admitting we were fully aware it would happen is going to Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-945920372003-05-19T11:27:00.000-07:002003-05-20T13:30:25.000-07:00Since I can’t call you to wish you a happy birthday, I’ll have to do it in the within the impersonal realm of cyberspace… Happy Birthday, Mikey!
Another perplexing day here at work as our phone service is out AGAIN. Our unfortunate salespeople (who work on commission, mind you) are milling about with nothing to do but wait patiently for Verizon to restore their livelihood. Forgive me for Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-944222902003-05-15T18:23:00.000-07:002003-05-15T18:35:07.000-07:00It has been pointed out to me by several entirely well-meaning friends that I do not update my blog nearly enough. James even went so far as to exclaim he’s “jonesing for an Ayelet fix!” Of course it’s an honor to be the supplier of such joy and enlightenment in the lives of so many. Hence, you’ve uncovered the true intent behind my blogging, be it intermittent as it is.
The truth is, I Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-941522042003-05-11T08:54:00.000-07:002003-05-19T12:37:30.000-07:00There is nothing I hate more than when people say “There’s nothing I hate more than…” Really, how often can you say those words and mean them? People are prone to saying things like “There’s nothing I hate more than belly button lint” or “There’s nothing I hate more than when my beer goes flat,” but anyone with an imagination could think up a plethora of awful things they would hate more, say, Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-940054992003-05-08T11:54:00.000-07:002003-05-08T11:56:07.000-07:00Another ridiculously hectic day at work, but it’s been too long since I took advantage of the therapeutic qualities of writing in my blog, so I’m playing hooky for a few minutes to relay this little New York City gem:
After a rude awakening this morning by the ConEd meter reader guy (who shows up on different days and different times each month, making it nearly impossible to avoid being Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-936264932003-05-01T18:21:00.000-07:002003-05-08T11:54:34.000-07:00Work, work, work. Cut me open and that’s what you’ll find inside me, taking up valuable space in my brain, causing obstruction of my arteries and making my blood pulsate with unnecessary stress. How’s that for imagery? Over the past few weeks, my job has become quite the beast and despite my usual even-temperedness, I have allowed it to frustrate me to the point of tears on more than one Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-931998482003-04-24T14:11:00.000-07:002003-04-25T11:16:23.000-07:00Suddenly I have a slow day at work and coupled with that, far too much time devoted to pondering ridiculous thoughts and ideas. Case in point:
There was something in the news this morning about Barry Manilow. Don’t ask me what… I just happened to see his name in the headline of some news item. But it got me thinking about something I will always relate to the Divine Mr. M: my first car Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-931207312003-04-23T09:40:00.000-07:002003-04-23T09:41:14.000-07:00Upon reading over yesterday's blog entry, I realize I sound like a complete and utter snob. But I'm not, folks! I'm just a mildly intellectual, slightly educated word geek with far too many opinions on the way things should be. Which I suppose makes me human, albeit with a sometimes overly pronounced holier-than-thou attitude.
This morning I encountered an exotic-looking, bow-legged black Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-930750392003-04-22T15:58:00.000-07:002003-04-22T16:13:44.000-07:00Allow me to vent for just a moment, as my long, tedious work day is forcing some much-needed escape in the form of venting from my cluttered brain out through my tired fingertips:
In my most recent line of work, it has come to my attention that very few people in this country can write. It is appalling to me that people can be awarded advanced degrees from universities ranging from Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-928544422003-04-18T13:05:00.000-07:002003-04-21T10:18:25.000-07:00Work has finally slowed down a bit, which is most welcome today being that I am wiped out after another busy week that culminated in a very enjoyable Passover seder last night at my aunt’s house in Brooklyn. Sadly, I sometimes forget how much fun it is spending time with my family, even more so last night since our family tends to skip over much of the seder (apart from drinking copious amounts Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-924395262003-04-11T10:30:00.000-07:002003-04-12T11:35:15.000-07:00A bit weary this morning but still enjoying the after-effects of an extremely fun night. Jason and I had planned to see a play starring our friend Eddie at Producers Club II over on 9th Avenue near 44th Street (who knew there was a theatre on that block?). The play, a “baseball murder mystery” called Triple Play, was entertaining and clever and -- this being the first time I’d seen Eddie in a Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-922343282003-04-08T10:57:00.000-07:002003-04-08T11:00:14.000-07:00Central Park looks gorgeous today, covered in a lovely blanket of white for what is probably the last time until November or December. And it's even more striking to see snow on the ground without the usual accompaniment of bare trees. There are leaves on many of the trees, which makes the contrast of snow on the ground even more beautiful. Of course, it will melt in the next day or two, Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-921583522003-04-07T09:46:00.000-07:002003-04-08T10:15:55.000-07:00Well, it appears Prince was on to something back in 1986 when he sang, “Sometimes it snows in April.” The tri-state area is slated to get 4-6 inches today, almost three weeks into spring. I suppose "sometimes" is a bit of an understatement, at least when considering the past few years. We had a light dusting of snow in April last year, just days before a week of unseasonably warm weather; a Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-919257362003-04-03T09:44:00.000-08:002003-04-03T09:51:41.000-08:00The month of April is upon us and it seems like winter’s end is finally in sight. Not that I had any real complaints about winter, mind you. I’m just glad not to have to spend 10 extra minutes bundling up before heading outside. And it’s delightful not to feel like a football quarterback, sporting five layers of padding just to keep warm! Believe it or not, I’m actually looking forward to Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-914885162003-03-27T08:51:00.000-08:002003-03-27T09:09:23.000-08:00Not much time for writing today, but I just read something in the news that made me want to flee this country and fast. Check out this link: http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&cid=496&ncid=716&e=8&u=/ap/20030327/ap_on_en_tv/zora_andrich
I don't watch Joe Millionaire or any of the other insultingly stupid, demeaning so-called "reality" shows. Maybe someone who does can tell me Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-914257912003-03-26T10:37:00.000-08:002003-03-26T10:37:42.106-08:00War, war, war... it's always there with me, no matter what I'm doing. Jason and I talked at length about it last night and then just held each other tightly. Seems like that's all we can do these days. Surround ourselves with those we love and share our feelings on the whole drama and be grateful for what we have and try to go about life as normally as possible. It sounds so simple, but it's Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-913505972003-03-25T07:48:00.000-08:002003-03-26T10:42:05.000-08:00Well, Jason and I hosted a fine low-key Oscar gathering, despite much talk of the events overseas. I jumped out of my seat when they announced Adrien Brody's name. Very pleased they honored him for a performance I found so overwhelmingly moving. As far as Polanski is concerned, I'm glad the Academy made a point of asserting that art is more important than what you do in your private life. Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-911351562003-03-21T09:51:00.000-08:002003-03-21T09:51:06.233-08:00Spring is officially here and it’s truly beginning to feel like it, with temperatures today heading up into the 60s. Alas, my hopes for one last snowfall must go unrealized. Nevertheless, the act of putting my winter coats back in the closet -- along with gloves, hats, scarves and other wintry accoutrements -- made me almost giddy.
I suppose it goes without saying that this war is weighing Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-909286792003-03-18T08:01:00.000-08:002003-03-18T08:09:34.000-08:00Almost two weeks since I've written and no one's called to complain! How distraught I am that no one seems to miss my rants! Well, I hope Gill and Dalia aren't among those who have given up on me otherwise they won't read this: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Unfortunately, I don't have the time or energy today to update everyone on the trivialities of my daily life. However, I just read something I felt Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-901858602003-03-05T09:35:00.000-08:002003-03-05T09:36:41.000-08:00Today's topic: desperately trying to dig out of a hole that just keeps getting deeper. Looks like I need a bigger shovel. My accountant just confirmed that I owe piles of money in taxes to the state of NY. Not to sound immature, but damn, don't these guys get enough of my hard-earned coin as it is? How is it possible to owe them MORE at the end of the year? True, I didn't pay taxes on my Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-901475092003-03-04T17:51:00.000-08:002003-03-04T18:10:12.000-08:00This morning I saw a beautiful pigeon with only one leg. I honestly don’t know how I managed to single her out amongst the flock of about a dozen or so pigeons milling about on the sidewalk, pecking at some bread crumbs. Being a passionately devoted animal lover, I was heartbroken at first to watch her hopping around on her one good leg. But what really struck me was how persistent and Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-898094052003-02-26T17:51:00.000-08:002003-02-26T17:55:53.000-08:00Haven't had much time for writing lately, but I did come across a great quote this afternoon that I feel the need to share:
"Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age." - Anais Nin
And, returning to a theme I explored here in my blog recently (death, a theme that seems never far from my mind) -- I saw the movie Frida over the weekend and despite Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-895245872003-02-21T15:54:00.000-08:002003-02-21T15:56:47.000-08:00Greetings from Slushtown, population 8 million! Yes, the snow is slowly melting here in New York, which means there is an abundance of icy grey slush to contend with all over the streets. Feeling overly confident due to the good fortune of having kept my feet dry on my walk Wednesday, I headed out again yesterday, my feet cozily housed in my unwise choice of footwear (sneakers). Sadly, I was Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-892466352003-02-17T08:46:00.000-08:002003-02-17T08:53:47.000-08:00Must begin with a quick tribute to a family friend, Teddy Weiss, who passed away a few days ago. Yes, another death in my life. And another Teddy (which was Theo's nickname as well). Eerie. Perhaps it's true that bad things happen in threes, which means I've met my quota. Although the family now lives in California, the funeral was here in town, so I'll have a chance to visit with them laterAyelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-887992452003-02-09T06:49:00.000-08:002003-02-09T06:49:01.156-08:00Coming home from his memorial service yesterday, I found a photo of Theo and put it up on my refrigerator as a daily reminder of how painfully short life can be. It's unfortunate that we need reminding, isn't it?Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-887159012003-02-07T10:02:00.000-08:002003-02-08T06:56:53.000-08:00Snowing again, flakes blowing past the windows, a couple of inches already on the ground and a few more expected to fall and stick before today is over. Central Park looks absolutely magical this morning, everything covered in a blanket of white powder, even the tree limbs. It’s easy to feel calm and serene walking around against a backdrop like this. Dare I say deceptively easy?
Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-886692182003-02-06T13:53:00.000-08:002003-02-06T13:54:58.000-08:00Returning from lunch a little while ago, I found a small box on my desk with an attached card on our company letterhead. Opening the box, I found inside a 10-inch-wide copper starfish with our company’s name engraved on the bottom. I had noticed these starfish on the desks of my co-workers and often wondered where they came from, but never asked. Now I have my own. Along with the starfish, I Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-886069882003-02-05T12:30:00.000-08:002003-02-08T07:00:48.000-08:00Someone committed suicide yesterday by jumping in front of an F train at Rockefeller Center. Fascinating, depressing, sad, scary. Had he been planning this desperate action for a long time or was it impulsive? What was going through his tortured mind right before he jumped? It’s ironic that I feel sad for him while at the same time, in some sick way, I envy him. He is done with feeling Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-882968362003-01-30T16:25:00.000-08:002003-01-30T16:25:37.983-08:00First things first, my friend Craig set out for Iraq early this morning. I will be thinking of him, Aviva and Mia every single day until he is safe at home where he belongs. By the way, you can click on the link to the left to read Aviva's blog.
Walking to work yesterday and today, I was pleasantly surprised and happy to see so many people in Central Park -- jogging, sitting on cold benches,Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566113.post-879820402003-01-24T15:39:00.000-08:002003-01-24T16:02:00.000-08:00Still brisk out there. The big news here is that tomorrow will be the first day since January 13 we'll get temperatures above the freezing mark. And we're in for more freezing weather after a brief "heatwave" this weekend. Whassupwiddat? Doesn't anyone remember the global warming threat we lost sleep over in the not so distant past?
I must say, though, at least we've been free of winter's Ayelethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281592659660013646noreply@blogger.com