- finally being informed that Lil' Kim is back in "da game". I have been awaiting this.
- and on that note, just "da game" in general
- 'tis the season of advent calendars marked with nearly invisible dates and very tasteless small plates of chocolate within, yes for traditions!
- when entirely random people discover my listography and drop comments here and there
- small blobs of cookie dough microwaved for a maximum 35 seconds, a la Dana Cohen
- the picture of John Sexton on my "I'm convinced these people do not actually exist" list just getting me every single time I scroll down the slightest bit on the main page of my listography - I don't know how I somehow manage to forget he's there every time I absent-mindedly wander around here, yet I'm a big supporter of it, I suppose it adds some fun stimuli to my rather freakishly mundane life...
- the MUJI store in Chelsea, and thanks to that I'm now equipped with some fresh new .38 mm pens and a very standard metal card holder that is the most pleasing thing for hands to hold for whatever reason
- "Dana's not my mistress, theatre is my mistress." - William Notini
- THIS ARTICLE AND THE COMMENTS ON IT COULD NEVER BE MORE CORRECT.
- a part that was already peaking our interest in the documentary The Science of Sex Appeal then completely unexpectedly displaying some very familiar landmarks of the NYU campus, landing then on the notoriously intriguing NYU Center for Neural Science and then revealing to us a small part of what lies within this mysterious building of potential knowledge that we pass on a daily basis via a little study that's one been conducted there (which in itself was able to give us insight to some very important fundamentals of our understanding of humanity) - inadvertently confirming all of our inklings in regards to the silently very important building and what it possesses and creates.
- my very positive, friendly relations with the routine Coral Towers security guards due to the rather peculiar relationship between us consisting of them just witnessing the pure frequency of my madness in accordance with the exorbitant amount of short "jaunts" I take questionably frequently throughout the entire day until sunrise, day after day without fail. they also somehow all knew my name and exactly how to spell it (the knowledge of two "e"s in my last name requires a bit of effort, I've always thought...) despite the complete anonymity of my presence
- sunrises in Union Square particularly on Sunday mornings - it filters out a good 80% density of commuters which is quite lovely
- the papoose scandal, and small stimuli provided by it
- Beautiful Lane existing within the Castle, and all that comes with
- realizing the apparent durability of my human body, which I guess I've underestimated
- the sick pleasure I'm learning to glean from the extremely intensive "studentry" life circumstances I've found myself in most recently
- finally facing my fears and successfully entering Bobst library in my lonesome and making it to an actual desk on the 5th floor - this is the first time I had ever physically entered an elevator in this building
- despite the prolonged suffering induced by academia and the life of studentry this past month (or even a little longer than that, at this point?) in questionably excessive and constant amounts, the fun knowledge and experiences I've gleaned from this time period, which are actually pretty substantial in quantity and quality
- and also (regarding the circumstances the bullet above), gleaning secret, kind of twisted pleasure out of all of this because of it's requiring of a combination, in excess, of some of my favorite general life things: coffee, calm productivity that is actually necessary, good company, utilizing lounges, comfortable seating/blankets/feeling of rags, new/perfect pens, warm sweaters and relative solitude all at once, for very long periods of time!
- being essentially distracted from death more than usual due to the pressure and necessity of my academic duties
- my personal discovery (after hearing good things from trusted comrades) of the splendors and perfection warranted by the Brittany Hall study lounge
- everyone in my family realizing that I by far prefer cash to any other form of a "gift" this holiday season
- the first "blizzard" of sorts this winter on Long Island
- heated floors in my kitchen
- my mom appearing in my bedroom to deliver fun snacks such as roasted chickpeas
- somehow attaining my lowest weight ever since I was in legitimately the seventh grade, with no effort on my part aside from just food apathy (and to my surprise does not seem to be a short-term phase, either...)
- when my parents over-the-top love/"obsession" with me actually works in my favor
- rekindling my pleasure for snowboarding, shockingly; and all that comes with
- EddieEric, Derya's man whose company I approve of
- "New Years" LIRR trains to Manhattan and the crowd that occupies said ventures
dec 1 2010 ∞
jan 4 2011 +