Old House Needs New Roommate



Dearest New Yorkers,

Do you know anyone that wants to live in Astoria, Queens? My roommate is moving out at the end of January and I (and hopefully boy in basement) will be staying. House (2 family Queens style house) is old, yet liveable. We are on the ground floor. There is a backyard. Bedroom is HUGE! Rent is small! Must be able to tolerate homosexuals, liberal views, an old cat, and a boy in the basement. Must be CLEAN. Do dishes, clean bathroom, not smell. Late 20s and older, stable job, etc. 15 min walk to N/W @ Astoria Blvd.

Feel free to forward to friends!

Thanks,
James

Kelly vs. Clay vs. Rosie

I am trying to like Rosie O' Donnell and support her in her new position on The View but things like this make me feel like she is a bit ridiculous.



40-part Motet, Janet Cardiff

This piece was installed in the MoMA Contemporary Galleries last winter. It was my favorite piece in the Museum for a while. I hope it comes back on view soon! The video is pretty awesome, too, opening on peoples feet/shoes and closing on the large window overlooking 53rd Street from the 2nd floor.


Chicken and Marie Antoinette

When going to see a movie about an indulgent Queen, a queen should indulge oneself. So, after 10 years of being a vegetarian, I have eaten poultry.

I have been toying with the idea for about a year now. I even told my Mom, who offered to make the first carnivorous meal while I was at home. But after being paraded down the meat aisle at Winn Dixie (ugh![although better than any grocery store in NYC]. rumors are that they are building a Publix near my Mom. HURRAY!), I declined.

Fast forward to yesterday when I had the most driving crave for chicken than anything I have ever had a craving for. In the 10 years I have been vegetarian, I have never had a craving for meat save for 2-3 times for a comfort food (my parents fried chicken. This wasn't an emotional crave for comfort foods. This was a deep physiological craving. Something is nutritionally amiss. I knew I had to give in. After thinking about it all day, I wanted it more than ever. I was now over the "but I am a vegetarian" mantra that had been playing in my head for the last year.

I met up with Megs the Unicorn and told her I my predicament. Her excitement abounds for my meat-eating downfall. We make plans to meet up with another friend, eat a quick meat-y dinner and head to the movies: Marie Antoinette.



We met up at the corner of 8th Avenue and 42nd Street and decided on the KFC at the Food Court over on 7th. Yes, that is right, Kentucky Fried Chicken.

I got some sort of chickenbreast sandwich. It was good. After I was done, I got 3 chicken strips. I added some french fries and a side of cole slaw and washed it all down with a Pepsi in a deviously disguised red cup.

How was it? Great. Is my craving gone? No, I want more. How do I feel? Great.

I am accepting invitations to all dinners involving poultry. Email or call. Thanksgiving and the Wednesday before are taken.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

2:47 a.m. - I was just jarred awake by blood-curdling Farsi screaming by at least 3 people from upstairs having what sounded like some sort of disagreement with at least 2 wildebeasts to realize that I have caught the cold/sinus infection that seems my whole department at work has had within the last week.

3:06 a.m. - Read the online People magazine heading "Tobey Maguire is a Dad" and register it as "Tobey Maguire is Dead." Which is followed by a personally unprecedented short jump of shock and panic over a celebrity death before realizing I've only mis-read.

3:57 a.m. - I think I am ready to go back to bed.

6:37 a.m. - "Waking up," even though I never fell back to sleep. It seems my earlier declaration of illness was immature as I believe it to have been only my grogginess and mid-sleep congestion.

7:00 a.m. - Make breakfast: eggs and grits. Watch new episode of Degrassi.

7:45 a.m. - Shower, dress, online adventures on youtube.com.



9:01 a.m. - Leave for work.

9:10 a.m. - Enter the last car on the N train, run into co-worker. Chat on the way to work.

9:35 a.m. Arrive at work.

Welcome Back, jamesdamian!

I was in Florida for the past 5 days. I made sure my trip corresponded with President Bush's trip to Pensacola. No, the real reason was to celebrate my Mother's 60th birthday! My Brother and his family also came for festivities.

Here are some highlights:
  • seeing family
  • warm weather
  • playing pool
  • watching movies I wouldn't normally watch: romantic comedies and kid flicks
  • anxiety attack and fight with brother (okay, not highlights)
  • make-up with brother
  • realizing that I am more relaxed in a city of 8 million than in a house of 7
  • getting in a taxi at LGA to come home