bird by bird

When I was babysitting the week before Thanksgiving, I made a list with a 5-year-old about the things she's thankful for this year. The first thing she thought of was "dinosaurs." Me: Do you mean dinosaur toys? Her: I don't have any dinosaur toys. Me: Do you mean you're thankful for dinosaur books or movies? Her: I don't have any dinosaur books or movies. Me: Do you mean your thankful for learning about dinosaurs? Her: I actually don't know anything about dinosaurs! I'm just thankful that I want to learn about them. Me: Well.. ok then. Maybe I should have started this conversation with a brief explanation of the word "thankful." Or maybe this kid is just really appreciative of her inquisitive nature and the availability of free education in our country..? I said, "I guess I can be thankful for dinosaurs, too."

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I like heavy blankets. They make me feel protected and small, but small in a good way. I would love a blanket made of those lead x-ray vests sewn together weighing on me and keeping me still. This is an odd thing for me to love. In almost every other area of my life, I like space, I like open air, and I like freedom to move. But at night when it's dark and cold, and I'm alone, I want thick, constricting coverage on my body while I sleep. The heavier, the better. This makes summertime a real bitch.

Source: google.com via Amanda on Pinterest If you haven't noticed by now, I'm approximately 6 months behind every popular book, TV series, artist, film, etc. I have always been this way, and moving to New York City has not changed my 'tardiness to the game.' Nevertheless, I just finished this book "Gone Girl," and like all those hundres of thousands of people and critics that read it first, I have to agree that it was pretty freaking good. Here's one part I liked:  "So I know I am right not to settle, but it doesn’t make me feel better as my friends pair off and I stay home on Friday night with a bottle of wine and make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself, This is perfect , as if I’m the one dating me. As I go to endless rounds of parties and bar nights, perfumed and sprayed and hopeful, rotating myself around the room like some dubious dessert. I go on dates with men who are nice and good-looking and smart – perfect-on-paper...

I am currently sitting in the Denver Airport eating a grossly overpriced turkey sandwich trying to get my thoughts together enough to compose a semi-coherent blog post. Or even a non-coherent blog post. Really, I'm just forcing myself to write. I've been so bad about blogging lately, and it really bums me out. My story (life in NYC) is finally really starting to get good! This is the part that I really need to concentrate on! So here I gooo........ First, let me tell you more about my job. I work as a Physician Office Assistant (POA) in the Gastroenterology Service at a cancer hospital in the city. Even though I have ZERO experience in Medicine (barely got a B in Bio 101 nine years ago), somehow I actually really, really love my job. It's the craziest thing! I had no experience or education or even desire to work in healthcare two months ago, and now I go to work at a hospital every day, and I know all about colonoscopies and radiology reports, and I love it so much. Th...

I'm here! I'm alive! I haven't vanished into the cold, hard streets of New York City and joined a gang/cult/food coop! (although, I am getting dangerously close to joining that last thing..). But man, life has been crazy, I mean CRAZY, these last couple of months. The more that has happened, the more I've wanted to write, but the less time I've had to actually do it! And now I don't even know where to begin. HUmph. I guess this is where this blog really comes full circle. Bird by bird, I just need to force myself to sit down and type-vomit out everything that's going on. I'll try to sort it all out later, but for now I'll take EH's last advice to me when she left NYC and me, standing by our red Harlem gate, "At least take notes." So here you are, some notes. The other day I met my Theta godmother (the one who gets me great interviews and keeps my spirits up in a vocational kind of way) for dinner in Soho. Because I had a few hours to ...