big news.
i have some very exciting news for all of you. well, maybe not for all of you, but at least for me.
as of, well, now, the reluctant receptionist has a new home:
dearest readers, i give you reluctantreceptionist.com.
The opposite of war isn't peace; it's creation.
i have some very exciting news for all of you. well, maybe not for all of you, but at least for me.
test 1 2 3, "anything but that!" sorry robbi, i needed to pop in a test post cause blogger is giving me a very hard time. :-)
phong was in town this weekend for a friend's wedding, which was an all-weekend affair: cocktail hour in midtown saturday evening; ceremony at st. ignatius loyola; cocktails rooftop at the yale club; reception until 11:30 last night. absurd. i can't even explain to you what this wedding must have cost. thousands and thousands of dollars. vera wang bridesmaid dresses. couture gown. it was extravagent but tasteful. i was at the reception last night, grand central in view from the window, and thought to myself, they've thrown themselves a dream new york wedding. i said to the girl next to me that when i get married someday it'll be cheez-its on paper plates. or a backyard luau (ten points to who gets that reference first).
"i can't smoke one stick of marijuana.
Baby Steps
first of all, the gossip last night at irving plaza: a-ma-zing. amazing amazing. exactly what i expected: beth ditto screaming her tits off, spitting on the stage, starting out in 4-inch silver heels and a dress and stockings and being nearly naked by the time the show ended. dripping sweat. if it'd been a shitty week (it had), last night's show turned all that around.
So I left her alone & I went on my wayyeah, it's good.
& I was dreaming of Paris & Pierre Boulez
But she called to me with a beat of her wing
She called to me & said free me
it's a big week, dear readers, and i'm exhausted. not to mention a lil' broke. don't worry about me, though, i'll eat just fine. hot dogs and ramen are cheap, right? and i have protein shake so that i don't lose weight. yeah, i'll be good. hot dogs, ramen, and protein shake. it'll be just like when i was 21 and spent that summer here with scott. only i'll do less drugs. and by drugs i mean tylenol. yes, that's the ticket. tylenol.
well, dear readers, it's a day for an afternoon post because we're having bigwigs from the NIH inspect our study site today. i thought that just maybe it'd be better if i looked like i was doing actual "work" instead of "blogging" (please note the unnecessary air quotes. it's my new thing.). i think, however, that they're in the conference room eating their lunches. and so i've snuck onto blogger.com. see how dedicated i am? yep, i'm willing to risk my job for you people. okay, so maybe not. if my job was like, "you have to stop blogging or you'll be fired," i'd be like, "ok." because i talk a good game but i'm actually a pussy.
i feel like i should write something about it being the 5th anniversary of what the newsmedia immediately named "9/11." it's 9/11 in new york and i think that it's weighing on everyone's minds more than they're outwardly willing to admit.
in a move that's a big deal to me but probably won't be a big deal to anyone else who reads this blog or, really, even to anyone who knows me, i deleted my manhunt.net account this morning. that's right, i emailed manhunt.net from work to tell them to get rid of my account. to delete the account, my pictures, my "snappy" headline. all of it.
since i'm not only a big ol' homo, i'm a big ol' homo who really loves to cook, one of the RSS feeds on my google homepage is simply recipes, a wonderful recipe blog. seriously some good shit goes across the pages of this woman's blog. and you can imagine my delight when she posted the following picture of italian sausage, like none of us know what it looks like:
though i generally consider the new york times a stodgy affair--who really wants to read about two extremely wealthy 30-somethings tying the knot in east hampton?--sometimes they really try to reach out to their younger audience. yes, bitches, i am still considered their younger audience. they've been doing quite a few stories on gay life lately, too. it makes sense, when you consider that new york city is roughly 65% homosexual. the rest are straight (10%) and puerto rican (25%).
i've been spending the first part of my mornings lately in the office next door, chatting with two of my coworkers. we work in the same office, it's just that the offices are separated by a wall. so it's...well, it's two different offices. but part of the same office. fuck it, work semantics are boring.