tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40013718702688329682011-04-22T02:29:04.594+01:00How a silly girl gets by without a job in a power-hungry city.Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-82512847967211901552008-08-05T00:33:00.002+01:002008-08-05T01:46:36.838+01:00

There may be no greater responsibility for an unemployed friend than to be the resident mover. On the occasion that you come across the week-day move, when all the normal friends are at "work," the jobless friend sure as hell better be there. She just has to be. The obligation is not suggested of the friend--oh, no--but the perk that came with the package of becoming jobless in the first place.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-43854603337662730002008-07-31T03:02:00.004+01:002008-07-31T03:29:35.154+01:00

I was meeting with my tax guy at an undisclosed, central location off of one of the metro stops in suburbia Virgina today when I thought of the strange meetings that must happen all over the city, just like this. People who must meet people, things to discuss over the course of a coffee or lunch, and how much a person's world could expand by taking a more outgoing approach to life. To network, in

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-69229090977598508322008-07-21T14:44:00.006+01:002008-07-21T17:28:56.620+01:00

An afternoon with the ol' boomerang yesterday... the heat is unbearable and I refuse to leave the shade until the last minute. One throw, that's it, I'm too hot for this crap. But the boomerang has the power of the potato chip: I can't resist compulsive tendencies after the first bite. My objective: to throw with considerable force 45 degrees into the wind at perfect gradient, then stand still

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-52071141336862416452008-06-25T23:33:00.004+01:002008-06-26T05:20:01.328+01:00

JBO came back last Sunday - he had been gone for a month - but he left again today, leaving me alone for another 3 weeks. I wonder what I'll do with my time, this time, since something tells me I won't go through the hours of TV and bad chick-flicks again. I'm different. I've changed. I still have a few big tasks to attend to, actually. And my little brother is coming to D.C. next week for his

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-31510944655633530252008-06-20T17:05:00.000+01:002008-06-20T22:46:12.058+01:00

I'm guessing that many of you out there have to find a pretty darn good reason to say you've had it with this crazy week, you're spent, it was fun and all... but see ya, I'm heading home to watch a movie. I, of course, without boss or coworkers to answer to, may do so if I so please. After all, I was a champ this week. I got some serious shit done, and so much in fact that my assistant (iPhone)

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-10463377702520728012008-06-18T04:22:00.003+01:002008-06-18T04:38:20.282+01:00

When I first learned about Tackle Box, the new (and “first”) lobster shack in D.C. and sister business to neighbor Hook, I remembered my time in Maine two summers ago and my daily trips for lobster rolls. I was there for a week long film workshop and met a girl from Mexico City, who then joined me on any excuse to leave campus daily, even if it meant forgoing our free lunch. We found a

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-48806098279115546302008-06-13T18:17:00.010+01:002008-06-14T07:30:38.051+01:00

For the last week, multi-colored flags have been going up all along 17th street and the neighborhood is bubbling with excitement. It's all for this weekend's Capital Pride parade - which winds through Dupont, and will come complete with parade floats, a wax figure of Elton John, and Bruce Vilanch as Grand Marshall. I haven't been to the parade in the past - as a local who doesn't keep track of

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-32889108426915493222008-06-12T02:53:00.009+01:002008-06-12T06:26:03.153+01:00

310 days into my jobless experience, and I have finally developed and executed, on my own, the perfect day. Not an average day or a miserable, useless day... but a glorious, simple, focused, exciting, ideal day. What is ideal, you ask?One where I:Accomplish significant thingsTake advantage of the dayGet money (income, yeah!)Finish my To-Do listEat good foodSpend a significant time outsideLearn

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-52355067545315586582008-06-11T21:22:00.006+01:002008-06-11T21:40:31.050+01:00

I buried a little bird today, which was very sad, because I had just spoken with it yesterday when I found it, alive and chirping, on my walkway... but I sensed a little anxiety at being so close to a big-person, and probably the first big-person it had spoken with. So I said goodbye and wished it luck as it tried to fly again or whatever.This morning, I found it in the rain gutter. I knew I

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-62971301144434346702008-06-10T07:39:00.008+01:002008-06-12T05:47:06.812+01:00

Bad Idea: Riding my bike to Georgetown wearing jeans during a heat advisory.Good Idea: Stopping at Dolcezza for chocolate amargo, avocado and lemon gelato. Mmmm!Bad Idea: Watching Sex and the City, the movie.Good Idea: Watching Sex and the City, the movie.... and bringing the new David Sedaris book to occupy the surplus 45-minutes.Shorts:I wish I could wear shorts. I don't like to wear shorts and

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-54052669543262797682008-06-09T13:45:00.006+01:002008-06-14T07:16:10.147+01:00

This is the earliest I've been awake in ages, so let me take a moment to say that laziness is real, and you may not realize it until you've slept through,like, every episode of Car Talk for a month and curse how things have gone too far.What I needed was fresh, 8-am air, early, cool-ish, undamp air, so I spent the morning watching the good people of the city head into their respective places of

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-50279734617965362822008-06-07T05:10:00.005+01:002008-06-09T15:46:12.525+01:00

Some friends and I were at the Mayflower yesterday, eating a cheese plate and drinking it up, when we got onto the topic of yummy, artisinal cheeses and the very trendy shop that recently opened in Chinatown. I saw a documentary not long ago about how European-style cheeses weren't produced in U.S. before three or four decades ago. I then explained, "Cheddar is the only cheese we can call

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-38375649187951226472008-05-30T00:54:00.002+01:002008-06-07T05:49:28.825+01:00

I'm sitting at the airport because I missed my flight this morning (I know, retarded) and just read an article in today's NYT's about the crazy things people are doing to get a job. Listen to this: "Japanese culture tells you not to brag; in the U.S., interviewing for a job means bragging about yourself and I am not comfortable doing that." That's what I was saying! Does anyone else feel this

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-48839339843528509122008-05-29T06:40:00.007+01:002008-05-29T08:52:31.783+01:00

I had a JOB interview today, out of nowhere, and I guess I could blame the last-minute nature of the meeting as to why I'm sure I came off as a dork, but that would be typical and stupid. You'd think that after 8 months in constant "job seeking" mode that I would be an interviewer's dream, ready with oodles of bright and thoughtful answers to typical interview questions and gems on how to "wow"

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-67302795363227136102008-05-28T05:29:00.006+01:002008-05-28T06:43:24.105+01:00

I've just USED television to comfort my loneliness after cleaning, cooking tofu for the first time and drinking a bottle of wine had nothing to offer. The cat and I just watched an hour of Seinfeld, and I swear, I'm going to sleep like a well-milked baby, a well-wine'd youngster. Earlier, I listened to an episode of "This American Life," where David Rakoff attempts to watch 29 hours of television

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-16126851359437728742008-05-27T21:59:00.009+01:002008-05-28T06:45:08.662+01:00

I'm nearly positive something died in my apartment a few days ago because I could smell a pungent, death-scent every time I walked past the door to our home office on the way to the loo. JBO is in Australia playing with koala bears and I'm stuck here dealing with dead, bloated carcases. That outburst was "anger" three days ago, followed by "denial" on Sunday when I played bocce ball all day, then

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-61774579273902931512008-05-26T18:49:00.009+01:002008-06-14T07:21:45.640+01:00

A friend and I were sitting outdoors at a bar on 18th street last night when a man in a wheel chair had in one way or another shimmied down to the sidewalk in front of it. A few people attempted to help him back in the chair and we could see the guy was tanked... evidenced by the way he waved his hand around and his head flopped from one side to the other, and in the lack of complete shock or

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-3173905398074224112008-05-22T20:16:00.010+01:002008-05-29T08:59:02.934+01:00

Today, I'm heading to the gym to end my membership, which is something I have been dreading since unemployment. I think I looked at my gym membership as a sign of some stability in my life, some level of security, some level of accomplishment, combined with a love for elliptical and the unease of losing the corporate rate that somehow never disappeared. Maybe I looked at the gym as an office,

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-91677652579685174722008-05-20T12:31:00.002+01:002008-06-14T07:25:14.520+01:00

An article in The New York Times Sunday found that nearly 240,000 American jobs disappeared from January to April and all those rejects (I use this term endearingly) don't know how to deal with the shame of it all with their friends and neighbors. Instead, they're staying in the house and away from soccer fields. But don't blame it all on them-- they say friends stopped calling, too!This country

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-34768283797875773412008-05-19T20:49:00.015+01:002008-06-14T07:09:36.492+01:00

From the lack, and random assortment, of postings you've seen on this blog in the last month or so, you may have figured out that I'm currently in the middle of what some people call an "identity crisis." An identity crisis is a moment in ones life when one is uncertain about his- or her-SELF due to a change in aims or role in society. As a mostly-broke professional who must practically flaunt

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-13813360269169927142008-05-08T22:14:00.005+01:002008-05-09T18:40:11.800+01:00

First of all--Let me tell you how much I love Stevie Wonder. That dude is the shit people... he's happy just singing, playing the hell out of a piano or harmonica, and spreading the funk. "Sir Duke" will cheer up any gloomy, wet day, guaranteed, friends. I walk differently listening to Stevie Wonder, I don't buy things I don't need listening to Stevie Wonder, I just keep it REAL listening to

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-77229394550903398242008-04-30T22:49:00.006+01:002008-05-08T23:03:14.983+01:00

Que tal chicas y chicos! I'm back in the wheeling, dealing, global, commercial economy of America and enjoying the spoils: highspeed internet, an iPhone, a DVD player and lighting that doesn't short out every other day. The question that comes to mind is: Is this really all that better? Especially as an unemployed gal struggling to live in this country? Uh... yeaaah.Ok... Maybe.Yes, America feeds

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-76017861694297476972008-04-21T20:19:00.005+01:002008-04-21T20:30:45.143+01:00

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-7879708375370380002008-04-17T16:41:00.003+01:002008-04-17T16:49:34.562+01:00

Ever since the economic crisis of 2001, a group of people called cartoneros have pillaged garbage bags laid on the streets in search of paper, plastics and glass to recycle. The primary motivation was money--they could earn quite a bit with large quantities and everyone was out of cash. Now it seems they serve as the city's only recycling vehicle. The only problem is that bags of garbage are torn

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-78421488046342489202008-04-15T06:19:00.004+01:002008-04-17T16:40:42.059+01:00

this is what we were told today by the real-estate agent when we told her we had cochroaches. Oh, Argentina, oh South America.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-43650805949323663312008-04-15T05:59:00.005+01:002008-06-12T05:52:04.749+01:00

I've eaten my share of dulce de leche thanks to Dolcezza in Georgetown, but never like this before. In the spirit of “When in Rome,” I have grown into what my friend NM has penned as an “alfajore”. Alfajores are an argentine sweet—dulce de leche sandwiched between two sugar cookies that one must eat after every meal. Dulce de leche is cream and sugar heated into an awesome, delicious, creamy

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-12021577602070756542008-04-13T16:12:00.009+01:002008-04-15T06:18:51.157+01:00

In the span of one week, I turned old, finished a short video and moved to Argentina. I had been told that as a freelancer, I should forget planning two months ahead of time because that "now" moment might move you to another country for three weeks. the key, I gathered, was to go with it... who knows if I'll be able to take that other trip I was planning in May anyway? what if I'm working then,

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-76417610718691774372008-03-27T18:05:00.002Z2008-03-27T19:51:51.087Z

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-66020579919839070612008-03-26T23:49:00.005Z2008-03-27T02:25:24.351Z

This psycho squirrel taunts the cat for an hour at a time, several days a week, front yard and back yard, until I throw something at it. I think it tries to sound like a bird to lure the cat closer...

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-54774353048083052992008-03-25T19:46:00.005Z2008-03-26T03:45:45.857Z

Speaking of the movie business and Ben Affleck (State of Play)--and in case you run into him in G-town and haven't seen his last film, "Gone Baby Gone,"which you should--read this review:Enchanged vs. Ben Affleck...

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-70407094018900898702008-03-24T14:22:00.006Z2008-03-24T22:01:16.244Z

I’m sitting at my kitchen table in my bathrobe and slippers, hunched over my laptop with increasingly bad posture, my enlarging ass sinking further into a crappy and uncomfortable wicker chair that I hate. I’ve been working for the last two weeks, which a throbbing temporal vein and bad case of tendinitis can attest. What the hell was I thinking? - I think. I had it made. I was happy. I worked

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-84548134895600694022008-03-20T19:47:00.011Z2008-03-24T22:11:03.250Z

Did I ever tell you about the time I auditioned to be an extra on a Russell Crowe movie and then didn't get a call back? I guess you have to be SAG just to be an extra, too, or something. All I wanted was to be on a big-time movie set.Close enough!Rachel & Russellthe man - kevin macdonald ("The Last King of Scotland")3/24 - I had requests for "more Rachel"... here you go boys.......and all three

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-67380602461132377202008-03-08T19:11:00.005Z2008-06-14T07:13:34.039+01:00

It appears I'm still just an unemployed newbie, a pup at little more than four months weening on little income and loads of insecurity. According to this article in the WCP, seasoned jobless professionals really do exist out there! It's hilarious, and disturbing?, but does ring a certain truth to the wacky, ironic logic that is joblessness. Namely, life is too short to go on putting 10-hours a

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-44679938985977134232008-03-08T16:15:00.005Z2008-03-08T16:39:55.295Z

This weekend is perfect for watching a few movies. See the review for Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day at my new blog, Film Gal DC. The NYT's didn't think it was half bad, either....

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-82054168183050313192008-03-05T19:59:00.010Z2008-03-24T15:20:32.710Z

Over the last few years in DC, I've had large quantities of seriously crappy coffee. Add to that the number of Starbucks in the district alone (DC has the fifth highest number of Starbucks per capita in the country) and my observation of dear friends who keep returning to the same watery, burnt, boiling sewage found close to home or the office because it's convenient and cheap, and it's clear

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-18227364721977719572008-03-03T19:32:00.005Z2008-06-12T06:18:18.996+01:00

The last couple of weeks, I've had dreams of Miami--the February destination that was one of my business trips over the last three years. (Note: For the job I left.) I never realized how much the guilt-free ways of that sunny, manicured town balanced the conservative and calculated ways of DC. Seriously, the day I came back from the South Beach for the first time, I sat at the outdoor seating at

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-70287783153396170352008-02-29T22:19:00.004Z2008-03-06T18:53:59.957Z

What does a girl do when a long awaited new commission comes in? She wishes to shop, eat well and tend to a little self-polishing, of course; despite the pragmatism gained by adapting to a here-and-there income. Every sensibility in me says: Hold on to that money, girl! You have no idea what’s coming and it’s not like you haven’t already gone several months on a tight regimen of a limited

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-51506538711603082612008-02-29T02:23:00.009Z2008-03-24T21:59:12.185Z

After a chocolate break at the Cocoa Gallery with two very lovely Jobless Girls (one just ending a job, the other beginning tomorrow), I made the effort to return to Georgetown to do two things I had no time to finish yesterday: Get a deal at a two-for-one dress sale (today was the last day!) and see what was going on with this cupcake place I saw while walking down west M St. See, on my way to

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-48939812471055030602008-02-27T22:18:00.005Z2008-03-08T15:49:02.167Z

Today, I made appointments and plans for Friday, confirmed times and locations, and said to people, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"Of course, today is Wednesday and it took until about 1pm to figure it out. How silly! But maybe you can understand what my life is like. I would say that it is in fact more difficult to keep my activities and my hectic schedule in order than the average office person who

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-47241113620505528842008-02-26T22:01:00.012Z2008-02-27T22:17:16.733Z

I went to Cork for drinks last Friday and went out for sushi with the BF on Saturday night. I was excited for both, went to both spots early to beat the crowds, but only to remember that it was the weekend and Friday and Saturday nights are cursed. Both spots were so packed, I nearly swore to order delivery every weekend from now on forever. My friend and I nearly lost heals pushing our way out

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-49947395730284679182008-02-21T17:34:00.004Z2008-02-21T18:19:38.665Z

I was making chile rellenos today when I was struck by a horrifying suspicion. More and more lately, I’ve been staying at home rather than spending the entire day at coffee shops, working on my laptop, writing or researching my current projects (I love coffee, you know, but it adds up). So I’ve started making breakfast, then fixing something for lunch, and then thinking what to make for dinner

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-43100066717305162472008-02-21T05:03:00.010Z2008-02-21T06:17:34.696Z

In case you missed the lunar eclipse last night, I froze my ass off so you could have a look.If I hadn't been reminded about this on my way home from a movie, I swear, I would have cared less. But then I saw it and thought of all the things I might have considered doing that are best done during a lunar eclipse... I'm sure there's some rare, exotic herbal remedy I should have prepared... and

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-19663881253490598442008-02-16T00:54:00.003Z2008-02-16T01:09:42.626Z

I could do this everyday, you know. More on coffee to come.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-23855151861285494602008-02-14T17:25:00.009Z2008-02-16T02:01:36.720Z

I have a boyfriend, so I'm not exactly one of those typical people (singles) who hate Valentine's Day because it reminds me of being alone or those other people who become completely ridiculous about hearts and red bows and cheap lingerie. Scratch that--I'm exactly the second half of that last sentence.Simply put, I'm just one of those types who would rather do everything that this holiday wants

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-52078945459928679332008-02-14T16:56:00.003Z2008-02-14T17:08:06.618Z

I really don't know what kind of show those Washingtonians are runnin', but look at how freaking CUTE this cat is? Cute enough to make it past some of the howlers that made the finals in the recent Washingtonian Cutest Pet Contest, that's for sure... especially the honorable mentions! No doubt another high-level Washington conspiracy....

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-49199585719740589112008-02-13T22:14:00.006Z2008-02-14T16:43:07.056Z

There's nothing like attending another Oscar party and looking like a boob when you loose your bet in every category, and your friends think that you must be a hermit, good for nothing, and sad. Maybe if you watch some of the nominated films this year, you could show your face again after that silly little vote you made for Little Miss Sunshine last year.National Geographic is here to help you

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-19251944871934618692008-02-06T20:08:00.001Z2008-02-06T20:56:59.120Z

In the past two months, with the slightest bit 'o extra time available in my--ahem--flexible schedule, I have steadily been sucked into the vacuous black hole of time and space that is Facebook. My attachment is deep and true, and insatiable. Flixster, Super pokes, and Wall Postings have replaced any real human interactions I could be having... yeah, well, and thank god for that! But has my

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-76714557502920265632008-02-05T17:42:00.001Z2008-02-05T19:23:03.443Z

This election sure does have some fine multimedia. See the newest Barack Obama video created by supporters.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-27649583136345852252008-01-30T22:03:00.001Z2008-03-24T15:20:32.712Z

This is my third consecutive day at Tryst, so it seems only right that I give a "hell yeah!" to it's existence as a damn-fabulous coffee shop and a place I could visit nearly every single freaking day if I wanted to.Let me tell you--When I moved here from Seattle five years ago, I swore that if I couldn't find a respectable place to call my 'coffee home', I was gonna get the hell out of this

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-89963782261205630882008-01-30T05:00:00.000Z2008-01-30T05:17:15.851Z

By the way.... I was buying my cat all-natural food and took a little peak into the new Cork Wine Bar, which I've been waiting for forever, to find all the paper gone from the windows and a seriously cozy, brick and tin/steel interior. I'm so excited! I heard Ron Tanaka, former sous chef of CityZen, was to add to the deliciousness. Turns out the place opens tomorrow night--ahem, I didn't get any

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-85489004655380217812008-01-30T04:06:00.000Z2008-03-24T15:07:42.696Z

Did anyone know this fucking bus existed??I was hauling ass to one of those new wine bars to pop up in the city to meet a friend for a much needed after "work" drink, when I decided that there was no way in hell I was going to make it without some kind of motor vehicle assistance. Seeing as I had only $40 dollars to withdraw from my account, a cab was totally out of the question. It was raining,

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-33345966303256216142008-01-28T21:05:00.002Z2008-01-28T22:20:06.406Z

Sitting at Tryst today, again, drinking bloody good coffee to finish up some writing before going to the gym and then heading out to hear Bush go on about loving america. Which reminds me... I remember a particularly ridiculous Bush S.O.T.U.A. day when I cried a lot at a bar after drinking many martini's. It was, in all truth, only somewhat connected to what was being said on television,

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-21092836738204995332008-01-26T19:26:00.002Z2008-01-26T19:30:15.229Z

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-66290588192710528142008-01-25T20:33:00.002Z2008-06-14T07:14:36.259+01:00

I got my very first DC library card yesterday. i wanted to get out of a weird funk from a very complicated week of ups and downs... you know, when you don't know which direction to go next. so i went to library. I showed my Nexflix envelop to prove my address and picked out the "adventure" style library card, though I saw too late that I could have chosen a green frog "hop into your local library

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-36793501252160011992008-01-25T20:32:00.001Z2008-01-25T21:09:11.639Z

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-10995564412100659982008-01-24T17:41:00.001Z2008-01-25T21:43:22.152Z

A shocking display of media power, finding such a huge line outside Crooked Beat last night to see Kimya Dawson. We remembered her little voice a few years back a la The Moldy Peaches and paired with some perfectly-matched cinematic moments by our friends from The Guatemalan Handshake. And then that other movie, Juno, came along and sent Kimya and Adam to The View and the top-ten list

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-66013168632599447732008-01-23T20:22:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:32:22.780Z

Horror upon horrors! No one ever tells me shit around here.I walked out of the metro at Dupont and took the "south" entrance, which is further from home than the Q Street "north" entrance but provides a little more entertainment.... I could make my leisurely walk past the cineplex at Dupont to see what was playing, maybe take a quick peak in Olsson's Books, and stroll through the ever titillating

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-1556645194000795152008-01-18T15:05:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:07:54.956Z

I've had dreams like this before, nightmares set in an interview-slash-interrogation room, bright, exposing lights that set you up in a bad way. I forgot to wash my hair, it's ratted on top of my head and I'm still wearing my slippers. Damn. How did this happen? Wasn't I prepared? Every question is inaudible, and after a couple stammers, I start rambling about something, anything, until I can get

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-36408340423763968632008-01-17T21:51:00.001Z2008-01-17T22:12:35.853Z

Freezing rain is no match for SUPER BOOTS.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-49427577544725037722008-01-17T16:42:00.002Z2008-03-24T21:58:28.644Z

Hey out there. Good morning (or afternoon for the rest of you.) Nothing like a little snow to make you want to curl up under a big, warm blanket, read and eat toast all day, huh? I can do that. But you, YOU, have to be alert and productive, which is very hard when you suffer from SNOW COMA.So to help you fight the unflattering 'dumb head' effects of Snow Coma, I'll summarize a few highlights of

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-83888191896278815442008-01-11T17:32:00.000Z2008-03-24T15:20:10.792Z

I hate to admit it.... but money's running PRET-ty thin, and in one direction: right out my senseless little fingers as if I had oodles of it coming from a generous, seductive little money fairy. This week was time to get serious on expenditures... and make a real budget and reschedule my day so that all my pricey little habits could be avoided. But then I bought a new pair of shoes and pants on

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-49207442435772805252008-01-10T15:40:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:33:49.202Z

Free screening of STAR WARS at Big Bear Cafe tonight at 7:30 pm.(But you might want to buy a coffee or something....)

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-60126486534302134242008-01-09T15:15:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:07:18.075Z

If you have the time today, you should follow up on the city's most important news of the week: Is the Pantless Metro Ride scheduled for this Saturday for unoriginal sheep or self-expressing do-ers? Hipsters and uglies face off in a string of comments on BYT (Bright Young Things) that I blew a full 20 minutes on... do the same and enjoy... or puke.Read it here.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-71956291835954303052008-01-07T18:35:00.001Z2008-03-24T15:20:10.794Z

Each year, I consider “New Year's resolutions” and usually start by deciding whether or not this year I think they're bullshit. Some years, I go with it. I make a short passable list of crap that I probably, actually, should do anyway--have a photo exhibit, learn French once and for all, apply to graduate school.But let's face it--what's so great about January 1st and why must this be the time to

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-17252879223677808012008-01-02T23:04:00.001Z2008-01-25T21:08:45.392Z

A day before New Years, drunk, in the back of a cab. I wondered, "What will the new year bring?" My cab buddy and I hoped it would include a lot of Beirut.

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-47924447825435811082007-12-26T20:55:00.001Z2008-01-25T21:08:45.393Z

An excerpt from my holiday season, at the National Christmas Tree fiasco on the Mall: “Do you see the size of those 'yule logs' burning in the fire pit, they must be redwoods!”At the moment, I'm dealing with holiday coma. It's a mixture of having painfully over eaten, the mightiest stress hangover EVER and red-and-green blitzed-out delirium. This is my pathetic way of excusing the lack of posts

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-66883814602878932912007-12-14T17:54:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:08:45.394Z

the cat and I would take our breakfast outside today.it's funny... how one person can live very different lives, depending on the surroundings. I have two - three, if you count this blog - and maybe more.gliding into your new/old self again after a brief adjustment period - in those desperate moments when current friends, possessions and cityscapes are missed - can be confusing as hell and feel

Joblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17739759002738151494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-1356508617397336422007-12-03T20:07:00.000Z2008-03-24T15:09:52.836Z

I really need a manicure.Budgeting my every cent, glamor is being forced into the back seat of an already cheap ride. My nails look like broken glass, my cuticles are shredded and my hands feel like sand paper. If you only knew the things I've had to do lately, good lord, you would be horrified. Mortified. A woman's nails can tell a lot about her goings-on and mine say I've been slummin'.A few of

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-11363162144052182112007-11-30T21:52:00.000Z2007-12-01T22:03:47.327Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-17154993080985309092007-11-28T21:52:00.000Z2007-11-28T21:58:08.920Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-83293038630946134512007-11-26T21:49:00.000Z2007-11-28T21:50:55.608Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-13364036156398134962007-11-24T21:42:00.000Z2007-11-28T21:46:57.062Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-52038047371049633232007-11-24T18:49:00.001Z2007-11-24T18:50:42.638Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-35383629168282618972007-11-21T18:15:00.000Z2008-03-24T15:23:10.825Z

Since I'm not going home for Thanksgiving, and almost never do just to escape HOLIDAY TRAVEL MANIA flying to Seattle and back, I usually crash a friend's family party, or twice, amazingly, I cooked the ridiculous items and portions of food by myself, with friends.Although I have the time, I refuse to cook this year. And I have no family parties to crash. If you, like me, love to eat but hate to

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-20288694052115562002007-11-20T16:31:00.002Z2008-03-24T15:20:10.795Z

Listen, I've been asked by a very dear friend to also discuss my prowess for fashion and style, which is shockingly more and more possible in this town thanks to all of the awesome boutiques moving into U St and Georgetown, but a feat which is nevertheless still against the odds for most of us. I'm gonna blame the lack of inspiration that follows seeing your clothing under neon lights in the

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-44330783874201880992007-11-19T22:08:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:28:08.771Z

Dear Diary,It's been a while, huh? I'm really sorry I haven't written lately. Things have been kind of crazy around here. I promise to write more often. I was being all noble and crap and sticking with my writing compadres at the WGA, but let's face it -- nobody cares if I'm on strike, I'm bored, and they're taking a real long time. I signed they're petition, that's what really matters, right? I

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-48715818413913757302007-11-09T17:10:00.001Z2007-11-09T17:13:07.973Z

Due to the continued strike by the WGA, we now bring you a previously posted post, already in progress....Average Day - October 25Some of you wonder what I do in an average day. Well, they are so crazy, days, it's really tough to summarize and treat one like another. Why don't I tell you a bit about today and we'll call it an "average day." Though of course today was completely different from

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-8125574837296232322007-11-08T22:17:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:29:02.961Z

The writers from "The Office" are among the renegades on strike with the Writers Guild, and in case you want to get all pissy about reruns, you should check out this video to learn how messed up the whole thing is. I mean, don't get me started on NBC right now, I'm still mad hot about them taking "The Office" off iTunes and making me suffer through the same two commercials replayed 5 times.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-18187975538522329012007-11-07T04:06:00.000Z2007-11-07T02:36:21.370Z

Today's schedule is packed with errands around and out of town (Arlington)-- at least 6 to speak of at last count-- so why not share it with you in photos. I hope to incorporate at least 4 modes of transportation, weather permitting, although I loathe the idea of taking the metro to Clarendon....(Note: This was much longer than I expected...)

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-16169319043583225382007-11-06T23:18:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:20:16.163Z

5:28 pm. Damn, I took too long...

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-34634490435538227072007-11-06T22:14:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:15:37.039Z

4:27 pm ....But I couldn't POSSIBLY leave Arlington without a stop at Murky! I'll just have to hurry--only one, a classic cappuccino even though they only serve them in-house. I'll be quick...

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-29831838210396854232007-11-06T22:12:00.001Z2007-11-06T22:14:54.280Z

4:13 pm. Wilson Blvd, Arlington. Okay, got the tapes, done, time to head back.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-3004357305629893402007-11-06T22:09:00.001Z2007-11-06T23:43:55.872Z

4:05 pm. New Hampshire Ave in car, wondering if I'm gonna get stuck in some snarly rush-hour traffic on the way back from Arlington. Man, I hate driving. (P.S. Forgot I can't haul 3 boxes home on the metro.)

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-27460052853080490582007-11-06T22:06:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:14:37.932Z

3:42 pm. 16th St. Just left Pollo Sabroso and heading home to pick up the car and head to Arlington before rush hour. When did it get so goddamn cold?

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-13003524584138299792007-11-06T22:03:00.001Z2007-11-06T22:06:22.804Z

2:01 pm. Me and bike on the S2 bus.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-12207653004386850372007-11-06T19:55:00.000Z2007-11-06T22:03:30.508Z

1:57 pm. Taking the bus to Mt. P (I hate riding up hill.) I don't do the bus/bike combo often, but riding home will be cake.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-75680114052157490782007-11-06T19:50:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:21:46.961Z

1:10 pm. 18th and Kalorama. Nice day... never expected that one. Bag is now securely in back-pack mode and rain coat sure does look good, even if it's useless after all.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-63321468884419459522007-11-06T17:44:00.000Z2008-03-24T15:12:05.871Z

1:05 pm. Phew! I really needed to burn off the morning's caffine. Thanks again, gym! Flat tire scare averted after 5 minutes pumping what seemed to be a faulty travel pump. My imagination ran away with me as I swore the homeless guy against the wall stared at me the entire time....

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-33735410286053194262007-11-06T17:41:00.000Z2008-03-24T14:46:23.856Z

11:52 am. Still on the way tot he gym. See how big my bag is? I hope my long rain coat doesn't get caught in the back wheel...

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-89429252008291153172007-11-06T17:37:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:42:19.312Z

11:49 am. Leaving home. Heading out on the bike to the gym first. I have a really heavy bag stuffed for the afternoon that's going to be murder on any big bumps.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-14372494291057510202007-11-06T16:00:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:46:29.100Z

10:35 am. Puddle remains at T St NW. Dropped off the car and heading home for a bit for emails and siesta (though I seriously doubt I'll get the siesta.) Well hello there, sun, glad you could join us today!

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-4985583801605827812007-11-06T15:20:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:47:55.931Z

10:23 am. Ontario & Euclid. Driving home from Tryst after a morning cappuccino. Their espresso machine was broken when I walked in but luckily straightened itself out in time to avoid cranky girl.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-24786235113790670602007-11-06T13:16:00.000Z2007-11-06T23:49:08.289Z

7:58 am. Driving up 13th St. NW. Round two of trip, after returning home to pick up the keys I forgot the first time around.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-77829043290380467482007-11-06T13:14:00.000Z2008-03-24T15:12:05.873Z

7:35 AM. Heading to Mount P. A very wet morning.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-35274459649134276032007-11-05T19:41:00.001Z2007-11-06T16:35:58.609Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-4979633879873019892007-11-04T19:43:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:13:45.496Z

The Dolcezzito's are now at Dupont Market, you must go and try the yummy flavors of artisanal gelato and sorbetto, we had a half pint of RICOTTA HONEY at 11am and it was the best idea any one of us have ever had. We discussed how the flavors are so fresh and intense, not overpowering, but somehow infused into every frozen molecule. Rob is a gelato genius!

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-27932202240527257382007-11-03T18:58:00.000Z2007-11-05T20:07:29.156Z

A belated day of the dead party made for a crazy Saturday night and a Sunday devoted to curing the Mexican-beer-and-tequila hangover.

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-22474641251927091922007-11-01T14:25:00.000Z2008-01-25T21:13:45.496Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-8674998799455352752007-10-31T16:27:00.002Z2008-03-24T14:53:30.072Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001371870268832968.post-33669357169474557342007-10-31T16:17:00.002Z2008-03-24T14:53:45.375Z

L Burguenonoreply@blogger.com0