the 11th

i was in nyc november 2001. the friend with whom i was staying and i walked across the brooklyn bridge and down to lower manhattan. the buildings, the streets, cars, windows, handrails to the subway - all were covered in the ash. i remember being struck by the silence, and that the air seemed terribly heavy. we spent some time there, and i took a few photos of the remains of the building, thinking someday it would be powerful to show the photos to my children.

all the other photos i took on that visit to new york turned out - except the photos of ground zero. true story.

sunday morning

i'm going to copy cbs sunday morning and post a happy quiet thoughts photo.

fishtown. leland michigan.

failing stand-up career? try cnn. i think they're hiring.

i'm fairly certain cnn.com has hired a new headline writer. i mentioned the headline about the polygamist warren jeffs that read: "Polygamist 'prophet' flies from Sin City to Purgatory" ... because the name of the jail was Purgatory Correctional Facility. hardy har har.

but today, there's also: Lamborghini drive costs 50 Cent ... not 50 cents. no. 50 Cent. oi.

yesterday, we had Nanny pays high price for backdoor beauty.

the only thing i can make from all this is that we are venturing further and further from actual news. infotainment is here. and i'm only getting my news from here or here from now on.

show yourself!

who are you, 888-341-6575?! and why do you keep calling me?

stop it. seriously.

i'm not the only one.....

my new favorite blog

please read about juniper.

i'm finding this blog so charming - but more than that ... it's interesting to see a young professional couple moving back to detroit (downtown detroit, where we too want to buy a big house despite being told we're crazy to live there) with their young child. this may very well be our story in seven, eight, nine years. i'm thrilled to see that we aren't the only ones who are drawn there. it gives me hope - for the city, for the state.

ah, silly girl

i got a somehow normalish voice mail from my mom yesterday evening. a funny story to tell, she said. call me after class. topics of conversation have been more rare than phone calls of late, so i bit. the funny story turned out to be that she found a box of my high school paraphanalia in the attic (which is neither funny nor odd, since i have refused for years to haul that crap to dc and she refuses to throw it out).

but then i realized why she had really called. my dad had emailed me for my opinion on a lawsuit they are contemplating (my novice advice was, of course, i don't know. if you don't trust your lawyer, go talk to another one). basically, my mom wants to sue and my dad doesn't. she had called, i realized, not an hour after i emailed my dad back to find out what i had told him. because somehow that's easier than just asking him. (sadly, i think it is.)

how is it that they can still manage to put me in the middle of things when i am 600 miles away and we barely talk? it's not that i minded repeating myself, nor giving the advice in the first place. i was happy she called. but i've forgotten what it's like to get a phone call just because they want to talk to me.

i said i was going to keep my crazy family out of this blog, but i lied.

oh, cnn ....

...how clever your play on words...

time for a change in scenery

today's adventures in interviewing began ever so pleasantly - rushing out the door having only gulped down half a cup of coffee, uncomfortable in my suit, hose and heels as always, and lugging forty-five pounds of law school paraphanalia a little before 8am .... into a rainstorm. i mean, it was coming down in sheets. it wasn't actually the walk to the metro (just across the street) that was awful so much as the six blocks to the hotel where interviews are held, running a tad later than i'd have preferred, that really got to me. luckily, the first interview of the day was with the firm for whom i've already been gainfully employed, so the pressure was off to remember the names, summer associate class size and distinguishing features right off the bat. but i was flustered, and the time spent with the flat-iron for naught, because my hair reacted poorly to the wind and the rain.

i have gotten into the habit of debriefing B after every interview, or cluster of interviews. i'm markedly less escatic these days, not because the firms aren't impressive, but mostly because the adrenelin rush i had enjoyed with those early interviews has largely vanished. after a dozen of these bad boys, it seems very pedantic.

thankfully, for my interest level, the last of four interviews today was at an office not in the neighborhood where i've been working and learning for these past years. the view out the window was of this building (but from the 11th floor), and the beautiful roman style museums along the mall in the background. it was worth the four metro stops each way (and the meager ten minutes i was left with to switch to class mode) for the change in scenery.

i would feel terribly important working in an office with a view like that.

this is what friends do .....

rk helped me pick out my wedding dress - and i sat there for two hours while she got this done. i was just hoping that my mom would call me on saturday so i could say "sorry mom - can't talk - at the tattoo parlor!" click. he he he.

i think it's fantastic! it makes me and my tattoo feel woefully inadequate.

iraq today