ugh.

i have the dreaded virulent kick-ass flu. that, combined with sleep-deprivation and an exhausting jam-packed-meeting-filled week at work, have kept me achy, feverish, and prone in bed for nearly 24 hours. i wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

however, i am bored to pieces with sleeping, and my eyelids are burning up with reading, so i have dragged my laptop into bed to work on finding a place to transfer my website to. my current server sucks rocks with its majorly annoying ftp, non-intuitive web editor, and it won’t let me upload mp3s. and let’s face it: what’s the point of having a website (however tiny) if you can’t inflict your musical taste on people whilst simultaneously thumbing your nose at the riaa?!? exactly.

things to do while you are inert and sick in bed: stare at the walls, turn yourself 180 degrees and stare out the window instead, stare at the ceiling, sleep, read, sleep, watch dvds on your laptop (just watched “magnolia” again, and “high fidelity” for the 8 millionth time – john cusack is emminently lickable [yes, *lickable*] and makes me all hot and bothered [and no, that's not just the fever talking]).

sad news: captain kangaroo has died. you know you are getting old when all your warm and fuzzy childhood icons start dying off like flies. first mr. rogers, now the captain. generations of children today are growing up in a less kind-and-gentle world. will kids born in the naughties grow up and reminisce fondly about the pivotal developmental influence “the rugrats” or “blue’s clues” had on their lives? somehow, i doubt it. the other day i had to explain to angela why “free to be you and me” with marlo thomas had such a profound impact on me as a young girl growing up at the tail end of the women’s lib movement of the 70s. y’all know what i’m talking about. others may dispute this, but i find it really sad that there is no sense of any sort of similar empowering ideal for today’s children to embrace. britney spears is no gloria steinem.

more sad news: despite my wartime-like rationing, my candy corn is gone and my luckycharms are running perilously low. anyone who wants to prove how much they love and miss me, can send me some from here.

anyway.

back in the gotham jungles of NYC, the city keeps subdividing, and there is no place to hide from the hipsters. jeezus. witness: the birth of loles. the lower-lower east side. where has all the grunge gone? one of the best parts of living there was knowing the tiny seedy neighbourhoods where grime and poverty and the hint of danger all lent themselves to a feeling of inhabiting a different undergound underworld, far from the well-heeled 5th avenue elite. where surviving on mac ‘n cheese, becoming an expert at finding free means of entertainment, and creatively thriving in low-rent/high-crime areas, was an art form? fort greene, williamsburg, red hook, and the meat packing district are all becoming gentrified, even desirable places to live, developing a cachet. places to prove your coolness quotient by going to gallery openings in lofts, drinking in expensive “dive” bars, and paying too much for secondhand designer duds in “thift stores”.

posing poor is the new black. the apocalypse cannot be far away.

in hockey news, congrats to bruins defenseman nick boynton, who was named to the all-star team. he joins perennial fave joe thornton as the b’s only other representative. poor joey is still recovering from face surgery for a broken cheekbone he suffered in a fight with the rangers’ little bitch eric lindros. we still won. then came back the next day and bitch-slapped them again. ha ha. anyway, joe should be good to go for the all star game.

I hate pepsi, but this superbowl ad is kind of tongue-in-cheek cool.

speaking of the superbowl, only 7 days to go! since no one i know here has cable (or cares!) i’ll be going to the pub solo to watch and celebrate into the wee hours of the morning. the only pain will be getting a taxi back home at that hour. not to mention hauling myself in to work on 3 hours sleep! but who care? the pats are gonna be superbowl champions of the world!

i’m babbling on deliriously, now. time for sleep

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