This day anything goes!

Burning bodies hanging from poles! I remember Halloween!

To me, Halloween means three things – the Misfits, World/Inferno Friendship Society, and not following through with any of the costume ideas I spent all year thinking about. But I did dye my hair in honor of the best day of the year, and let me tell you, it was a fucking pain in the ass.

Going from black to teal is no easy task, especially when you know shit about the proper way to do it. Nonetheless, after many rounds of bleach and dye I ended up with a color I’m pleased with, though you can’t really call it a color. It’s at least five distinct ones. See example that follows:

I fail at the internet-sexy thing, so I stick to making faces. I think this isn’t half bad for the first time posting a picture of myself online, no?


School has been kicking my ass lately, hence the blog neglect. Time management is not my forte, but I’ll try to come babble on here more often. I’ll be at Hallowmas all day tomorrow, so meanwhile I’ll leave you with my favorite Halloween songs:

I do indeed observe Hallowmas and keep it holy.

The song I look forward to all damn year long.


Do You Think These Bruises Are Sexy?

I got doored yesterday. I feel somewhat initiated now. It wasn’t so bad because I wasn’t going very fast, but it all ended with me comforting the lady who opened the cab door because she was in tears. As a memento, I have the weirdest – and coolest! – bruise I’ve ever had:

It’s a pointillism bruise! I acquired it on the way to go vote for this lady. It would have been nice if she had won, but alas…

A few other things I’ve been up to:

– We visited Socrates Sculptures Park. I thought it was a park with a bust of Socrates, or something. But no, it’s a park full of odd sculptures.

– Took an extended stroll through Central Park on Wednesday and was as giddy as could be when we stumbled upon this guy making gigantic soap bubbles. The giddiness was quickly dampened by the multitude of stroller gangs. After that we went to Piola to get my catupiry fix via the São Paulo pizza. I urge everyone in the city to go get it because it’s fucking amazing.

– On Saturday, to inaugurate the boyfriend’s new bike and the fall weather, we went picnicking on Governor’s Island, which is my absolute favorite place in the city. I would trade my thumb to live there, that’s how serious I am about it.

Our sweet spread: turkey and ham sandwiches, grapes, olives, cheeses, chips and dip, wine in tea bottles, and Doughnut Plant jelly and glazed doughnuts. By the way, I would Liz Lemon the shit out of Doughnut Plant if I could.

My ham and extra sharp cheddar sammich. Yum!

My shoes became an impromptu jukebox stand.

My bike.

The boy’s bike. I have some serious bike envy over this.

Stained glass in a chapel on the island.

Shells hanging from this jellyfish-looking wind chime. Speaking of jellyfish, I think they’re evolutionary pimps. They have the fastest biological response in nature (the nematocyst release), multiple eyes and a nervous system but no brain to process any of the input. HOW can you have vision and no brain? Through sheer, gelatinous will.

I will end with what I believe is one of the funniest things on Youtube. Enjoy.

Best Worst Songs Sundays

Let’s talk Cher. She’s badass, she doesn’t give a damn what people think of her, and she’s remained consistently hot for the past 40 years. The woman’s a goddess. “If I Could Turn Back Time” is one of my favorite songs. And the video is just so damn campy! Within 15 seconds, Cher’s on a battleship, coming out of a wall of 19-year-old sailors dressed in nothing but a mesh leotard, a leather jacket and big hair. What else could you possibly want from a pop star?

And to counter, a total downer (because that’s just how I roll). I think this song is fucking beautiful.

I’m pretty sure these are my favorite posts to make.

Things I Love Thursdays

This one brought to you straight from the Science Center. I am currently facing a giant whiteboard covered in equations, trigonometric functions, graphs and drawings with things like radii and vectors marked on them. Looks like some physicists were up all night doodling.


I’m a fan of TV, especially programming from the History, Discovery and National Geographic channels and their derivatives. And for every two-hour special on the Devil’s Bible, I have to sit through at least 20 minutes of commercials. And some of them make me genuinely happy:

The World is Just Awesome: These make me so very happy. They never, ever fail to make my day better. I too love arachnids, giant squids, the Big Bang and the stars at night. The world really is fucking awesome.

We Want the Funk: Adorable! I wish I had that much swagger. If I have a kid it better turn out like them, otherwise I’m returning it.

Who are you calling a cootie queen, you LINT LICKER!?: Genius! I can quote this from start to finish. I might have chortled the first time I saw it.

Napoleon: Not the best commercial, but definitely the best commercial song. I downloaded it and listen to it on a regular basis. It’s amazing and it’s in french. Garmin, you had me at salut with this one.

Slap Chop remix: I was already amazed when I watched the regular pitch but the remix was just… dumbfounding. Greatest accomplishment of 2009, no doubt.

Off to inorganic chemistry class I go!

Best Worst Songs Sundays

My very first CD was the soundtrack to The Lion King, and because at that time CDs were way too expensive, it was a while before my mom got me any other ones. I spend a solid two years jamming to the cheesy classic “Hakuna Matata”. And I very much still wake up singing Pumbaa’s part.

And to counter, the best White Stripes song to date:



A crazy storm came through the city yesterday. A tornado wrapped in rain, they said. It was transient, but it was fucking efficient. It managed to uproot trees, rip off roofs, disrupt trains services for hours and strand thousands of people at Penn Station, and even kill a person – all in no more than 15 minutes.

I’m not gonna lie, I was quite amused by it initially. It’s been some time since my hurricane days in Florida, so it was nice, in a way, to see violent winds again. And then my windows began shaking and I realized that buildings in New York are not equipped to deal with weather like this. So I stood there hoping this was going to be brief, because otherwise my apartment would get blown out.

And then it got really fucking dark.

And this is the aftermath.

My kitchen window was open the whole time, so the wind tore out the screen allowing tons of dirt to just fly in. It took hours to clean it up. The trees in the backyard fell, the paneling on the side of the building got ripped out. It was messy. Also, notice the sheet metal wrapped around the lamppost. That was some wind, I tell ya.

Thing I Love Thursday

Yep, in singular form.

These Thursday posts take some time to construct and, whether I like it or not, homework takes precedence. So while I imbibe caffeine and fall asleep on my books, I’ll leave you all with something I have been desperately coveting:

I need this in my life.

As I mentioned a few days ago, I think I am hopelessly in love with Musidora. I don’t know much about her at all, other than her face was exquisitely beautiful and she had more flare than should be humanly allowed. First order of business once I’m done catching up on all my science is to dig through libraries in this city for a biography on her.