as it is friday night and what a full day it has been (at-first-tough-but-then-great-and-reconciling coffee date with a friend, braving music midtown traffic, nanny times, fantastic sunset picnic in the park with casey), i will keep it short+sweet. after all the day’s activities were said and done, ben and i camped out with a documentary called “urbanized.” it was incredible- extremely well done, full of great information, inspiring for the future… you should consider watching it! if you have any interest in cities, people, sustainability, or urban design then it’ll be right up your alley.
on things rashid tells me
rashid is a co-worker of mine at american apparel. he’s a cool guy and we have great chats when our shifts overlap, especially when he shares his wealth of interesting science knowledge. from rashid i have learned about giant squid, aliens, documented instances of reincarnation, how vast and unexplored our ocean is, feral children, and a colorful handful of other tidbits. he loves to inform me on it all. today, though, he filled me in on something that i wish i could forget: parasites. namely, that there have been people who sit down to poop but their parasites start coming out and when they’re freaking out trying to pull the parasite out the worm breaks off and SLITHERS BACK UP INTO THEIR ANUS.
rashid is the reason i will have a nightmare as soon as i close my eyes. holy hell.
i think i prefer sticking to info about black holes and magnets.
watch out for parasites tho,
on telling off sour grandmothers
#lame family members
we had planned a belated birthday dinner here in the city with ben’s parents, starting with a tour of our place and then we’d scurry off to a nearby dinner. somehow his sour grandmother managed to tag along. from the start i was concerned about her coming to see our place because put simply, she is a rich priss, and our place is undeniably an ancient duplex no matter the ways we’ve made it nice. i anticipated passively rude remarks. however, what i had not anticipated was ben’s sour grandmother twisting her face during dinner conversation about how gross it is that we live where we live… and i certainly didn’t expect that i’d tell her off without missing a beat, saying, “nana, we don’t insult where you live. please don’t insult where we live. you can keep it to yourself if you feel that way.”
important piece of information: nobody in the family ever stands up to nana. the norm is an eye-roll or a chuckle, but god forbid you actually tell her when she’s being rude.
so, yeah, you could’ve cut the tension with a knife.
we tried to make the best of the rest of the night but it was difficult to salvage with her seething there, frowning like it was going out of style.
on park babes
we were the young ones to the older folks and the grown ones to the younger folks, but to me we were just two babes spending a grey afternoon at the city park. under overcast skies we strolled hand-in-hand when we weren’t throwing our red frisbee on the big green slope. there was the part when the soulful church group who was gathered in nearby pavilions played a luther vandross song we liked and so we danced on our slope, hands laced together sweaty. there was another part where i chased ben until we were breathless, laughing. and have you ever done yoga in a bowl of land while the world waits at the edges?
staying indoors would’ve been easier but playing in the pre-autumn air was the thing to do.
on an improved day
life can be really lame and friends can be a letdown. some things that improved my foul mood:
-texts with laura
-texts with ella
-hugs from coworkers
-couch chatting with eli and our plans to finger paint
-starting freaks and geeks
"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you." - Frida Kahlo
(Source: bellecs, via smartgirlsattheparty)