Monthly Archives: May 2007

how to make my head explode while on vacation, day one

Let me get to the airport within 10 minutes, through DC security in four, and then delay my flight by more than one hour. Then don’t tell me before I go through security that the only establishment serving alcohol in Terminal C is closed for renovation. I enjoy taking my clothes and shoes off repeatedly [...]

hesitation

I’m not sure where it came from, this tendency to doubt myself. I was raised by parents who encouraged me to do whatever it was that suited me, even if it was to become a cake decorator or the next Martina Navratilova, both of which clearly never took shape. I was a relatively socially adept [...]

things to write about in my next entry, as noted today while waiting for the cable guy

1) How it’s really effing irritating that the effing Blue Angels flew over the nation’s effing capital TWICE TODAY, no more than 20 feet above my apartment, and our normally ridiculously propaganda-ish local news didn’t warn us about it beforehand. No, not because I wanted to take pictures of Iceman, but because, I don’t [...]

on technique

It’s interesting how we fight. It’s not necessarily the overt act of arguing, per se, but how we battle with one another on a psychological level. Thankfully, I haven’t had too much of this going on as of late. But I’ve witnessed a good bit, as a woman happily perched on the perimeter, loving her [...]

I hope to find a way to weave in talk of cats, Ted Bundy, inadvertent tinkles, and 96% more narcissism than any of my co-presenters

Digital Exhibitionists or Chroniclers of their Time: Will Naked Bloggers Make History?
Throughout history women have written about their worlds, with little public recognition; still they provided a vibrant portrait of history beyond the political battles and civil wars. Are modern-day diarists self-involved? Self-absorbed? Boring? Au contraire! They may be future historians’ and anthropologists’ best source [...]

how the student became the teacher (told with some artistic license)

Kris: If you had to describe how boring we really are today, how would you do it?
Stacy: How boring WE are or how boring our jobs are?
Kris: Us. We’re pretty boring today. Neither of us has come up with anything snappy since the Spanish Civil War.
Stacy: Actually, I have [...]

If any of you are called to testify against me, please empty your cache immediately

It never ceases to amaze me just how dumb the average American murderer is. Now don’t get all stars and stripes on me; I am convinced that statistical analyses would prove the United States criminal to be exponentially less savvy than those in most other countries. There must be a Polish joke I’m missing [...]

Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. – Plato

So when you find out you’ll be a panel speaker at this year’s conference, do you:
a) contemplate which of your incognito wine vessels you’ll sneak into the session, enabling you to sound minimally coherent while droning on about your cats,b) ponder the location of your unfilled emergency Xanax prescription (yes, I have one that isn’t [...]

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