All of my pictures look like boudoir shots, and well, they are. I think I am developing a narcissistic (sp?) thing. I just can't stop taking pictures of myself. I'm currently trying to copy The Half-Blood Prince on to my computer (my old one, not this one) so that I put it onto my ipod. So far I have 5 disks (out of 17) because it is so incredibly slow. I haven't taken my computer into the shop because, as luck would have it, it hasn't frozen up since I talked to the Apple guy. I've had a dull labor day weekend. All my friends that were in the city are now back at Bard, and my one friend in the city has family in town. So I've done pretty much nothing. There aren't even any movies I want to see. I went shopping today. I went all the way out to the Target in Brooklyn and then didn't actually get anything. AND I accidently exited the subway when making my transfer, so I had to pay twice to get there. I then made the rounds of cheap places in NY, only having luck at Old Navy where I got three nice looking fall shirts (50%off) and tanks to go under them, only to find out when I got home that one of the shirts was not the size I thought it was. Grrr. So I'll have to take it back maybe tomorrow before they are all gone.
I had a funny little interlude in the checkout line at Guitar Center. I bought some picks and a string winder thingy, and then I dropped a ten dollar bill into a poster box that was subdivided into little not-hand-sized slots. So the guy at the register stuck the gum that was in his mouth onto a rolled up poster and retrieved my money. I was so impressed. I mean, what good quick thinking. So we laughed a bunch and talked a little about music (he plays mandolin) and he gave me his number (in a totally non-creepy way). So who knows, maybe I'll add to my very short list of friends. I went to Burlington Coat Factory and tried to find a rain/fall jacket with no luck. All I could find were these big puffy winter coats that I DON'T need...yet, at least. I will need one, perhaps. I'm afraid I wouldn't be very NYC sheik walking down Park Ave in my big red coat with my name embroidered on it, and my big furry bear coat won't fair much better. I did buy batteries today for all the things in my life that need batteries (one unmentionable thing in particular). So all in all, a decently productive day. Mostly I just needed to get out and couldn't think of anything better to do. Tomorrow I may head to central park and go get a sunburn before winter comes. I am dreading it, even though I know it won't be as bad in the city as it was at Bard. Fall is so short.
Sept. 11th is coming up this week, and it feels strange to be in a city so affected by it, and not really be a part of it. There is such a huge difference between those of us who watched it all happen on TV (and now movies...thanks Hollywood) and those who really lived the horror and lost loved ones and breathed in ash for weeks on end. There has been a lot of 5 year anniversary stuff going on here, and it reminds me of how particularly vulnerable NYC still is. I certainly don't feel safer now that we have pissed off everybody and their brothers. I mean, lets face it, nobody is going to crash a plane into Liberty, SC or Bard College (unless it is an accident of course).
On a much lighter note, I think I have a crush on Cesar Milan. Lets not get into the psychology of that.
