My next door neighbors (the ones who live in the John Lennon slept here farmhouse) are moving out at the end of the month. I’m saddened to the point of grieved about this. They are exceptionally great neighbors, and I’m not hopeful that someone as cool will take their place. Because they want to purge [...]
Archive for June, 2008
11 Jun
Wordless(ish) Wednesday
We had a huge storm last night. And I told you I’d get a picture of the Thai Spice / Fortune Cooky mural. I can’t find any information on this mural, other than it was done by some high school students at an art school. I hope they make something of the vacant lot here. [...]
9 Jun
5. Thai Spice!
I think I’ve caught a case of the death. I’ve narrowed it down to either that, allergies, severe lack-of-boyfriend prospects depression or Lyme disease. (You know how on House, MD they always think it’s Lupus? In the Hudson Valley, any unclear symptoms are Lyme disease.) Either way, I left work early on Friday and slept [...]
5 Jun
Quick update…
The weather report says only a scant chance of scattered rain, so I’m gearing up to bike to work again! So I’ll make this quick before I go. Firstly: I know you were all so very concerned about the other {Noelle Tannenbaum} who (accidentally) used my social security number in 2005 and caused me to [...]
4 Jun
There is no pudding factory in Poughkeepsie
I better get back on my 30 activities: Hudson Valley project, because there seem to be some misconceptions about the place I now call home. After seeing Sex And the City with the gals at the Poughkeepsie Galleria last night, I was a bit horrified and amused that the town name got used as a [...]
3 Jun
Catfight
I’m sorry gentleman, this post is not about girl-on-girl action. It’s actually about a fight I’m having with my cat. If you want to go somewhere else now, I won’t take it personally. (That link is Daily Tannenbaum approved, btw, but possibly NSFW, depending on how much of a sense of humor your boss has.) [...]
2 Jun
Remember me to the one who lives there
It’s official, on a hand-written lease, no less: I’ve signed on to live on the Christmas Tree farm for another year. The Landlesbian kindly only raised my rent $7 for utilities, and even though I’m still paying too much to save any real kind of money, it’s a good deal. I think she showed compassion [...]
