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Eating contests I could win

Nora Rocket — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 12:17:32 -0400

I could eat the most:
* twizzlers
* maki-sushi
* Kraft Macaroni and Cheez
* Wheat Thins
* mini crab cakes
* almond roca

I say this not out of pride, just to note that I could eat so fucking much of the above stuffs.

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In other news, I am totally unhappy with my job, but finally in a position to DO something about it. Operation 2009: Best Year Evar has a few key components, and one of them is a new job. I am looking now, with the goal of *the* perfect job in 4-8 months. It usually takes me about 6 to get something that works well enough. I can be a little laid back here in Q4 of 2008, and apply only for the most attractive positions, as I am looking in New York and will move there whenever I get the job. I will move alone if I get a Dream Job before January, which is when my partner can leave the city, but it would be easier to move as a family. So, until November or so, I will only apply for jobs of choice; as the move date approaches, I will apply for jobs of relative desperation. I just put in for something awesome, about which I will say no more, for fear of jinxing a motherfucker.

Fuck yeah, y'all.

Nora Rocket — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 09:08:07 -0400

It's my birthday, and here are ten words about that!

A note to Jealousy

Nora Rocket — Sat, 11 Aug 2007 16:29:26 -0400

Dear Jealousy,

Fuck off. Fuck off fuck offfff.

Warm regards,
Nora.

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In the meantime...

Nora Rocket — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 22:50:59 -0400

inbetween time, ain't we got fun?

In the past month:
-work
-gym
-gamelan
-crappy Monday night TV (I cannot look away, David Caruso! You suck!)
-vacation, both friend and family
-cooking, home and away
-decorating and rearranging
-buying a couch
-Zip car-ing
-movies
-finally finished Anna Karenina (!!)
-freelancing

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From as far back as I can remember up until I was about 18, my dreams were dominated by one enduring image or occurrence: in almost every dream, no matter what the situation was, my eyes would get stuck shut. I'd blink, in the dream, and just wouldn't be able to open them. I could pry them open with my fingers, in the dream, but with the next blink they'd stick again. It's the kind of imagery that *must mean something* but I don't know what it means. The kind of thing that maybe I'd look up in a big ol' dream dictionary if I was in a chain bookstore and had some time to kill.

No, now you know what I did [this] summer...

Nora Rocket — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 00:35:36 -0400

My un-socially-sanctioned and non-religiously-recognized non-wife is living and working in Rome this summer. For the UN. In their offices across the street from the Coliseum. Y'know, like you do. Eating gelato and pizza all the damned time.

Certain things are more difficult around the house without her. One, there are about half as many dinner ideas up in here. Two, I *always* have to take out the trash, do the dishes, maintain the kittylitterbox, do the grocery shopping, clean the tub, etc. Three, to paraphrase the crass asshat t-shirt I saw a few weekends ago (seriously, dude, it is not funny or smart even if you are gay and you think you are wearing it as a witty act of detournement), "It's not going to lick itself."

All of the week

Nora Rocket — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 00:49:12 -0400

Q: So, Nora, what have you been up to?
A: Oh, not much. Working and not working, sleeping and not sleeping, reading, sweating, not cooking, and taking cold showers.

Q: Whatcha reading?
A: Well, I just finished re-reading Tipping the Velvet and last weekend I ripped through All the Pretty Horses, the writing style of which reminded me of Faulkner, but somehow I was able to stand it--can't say the same for Faulkner. I'm late to the party on Cormac McCarthy, and I've wanted to read The Road ever since that guy I interviewed with at The Retail Bookstore back in September mentioned that he was loving it (you can always trust employee recommendations of that sort) but I am concerned I will lose some cred reading an Oprah book. She ruins everything. But still...the book existed before she picked it, and there's some comfort in the fact that a post-apocalyptic novel of ruination and devastation will be in the hands of many people more used to things like guest appearances by Dr. Phil or Best Friend Gail. Right now I'm tackling Anna Karenina. Little light beach reading, you know...

But what if I do [heart] New York?

Nora Rocket — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 23:32:49 -0400

As I'd feared, this past weekend was a dangerous thing: put Nora in a big city and give her some friends and a real burrito and what happens? She begins to draw even more unfavourable comparsions between this possible life and her current life.

Yes yes y'all, my maiden voyage to New York was a total success. On Friday night, as we walked to the diner, we acted as first responders to a pretty serious cab-and-bike accident that happened right in front of our eyes, and my lady hit 911 first--an accident in New York reported by a native Wisconsonite visiting the city from her home in Boston but calling on a phone with a Chicago number. We are modern young America, bitches, and we move around a lot.

Bad Nora! No Biscuit!

Nora Rocket — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 22:26:45 -0400

Well, despite my best intentions, etc. etc. I'm sure you see what's happened here.

Work. In the inimitable words of the Mos, I was looking for a job and then a I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Not really. I like to work; I enjoy toil. But this is certainly an entry level position and my counterparts are all younger than me and have less work experience. We look at our jobs differently: this is already my career, but for them, it may or may not be. For at least two, I know it is not; they're biding time until grad school this coming fall. But really, the way I do my work has very little to do with them. I'm finishing out my fifth week. There is a lot to learn and not a lot of time to learn it in, since adoption season cometh. I have two bosses, between whom I am expected to split my time evenly, 2 1/2 days' worth of hours per week each. This is...a challenge. Additionally, there are many acronyms being tossed around in the office, and I don't yet know what any of them mean--one acronym I should mention here, though: TPS report. No, really. I've had to fill out numerous TPS reports to request access to various IT utilities. Next thing: I bet I get a PC Load Letter error on the fax machine in the corner...

blogger list?

Nora Rocket — Sun, 11 Mar 2007 23:16:13 -0400

I'M NUMBER FOUR! I'M NUMBER FOUR!

Longer letter later, true believers. I'm still employed and it seems to take up five WHOLE DAYS a week, if you can believe it.

Ten songs that "made" me...inspired by Kat

steve — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 16:09:02 -0500

New Model Army: Chinese Whispers The first ever song I heard by my (still favorite band) back in 1988. I can't believe I've been listening to their music for almost as long as they've been recording. Although there are (shockingly) some songs in their catalogue that I just can't listen to, for the most part, their output is (largely) outstanding and unparalleled.

Dead Kennedys: California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys were one of the first punk bands I discovered and myself and those I used to sakte with continually played their albums during our sessions. Back then, I didn't appreciate Jello's wit nearly as much as I do now.

Punk Planet dot com - narcissism

Eating contests I could win

Fuck yeah, y'all.

A note to Jealousy

In the meantime...

No, *now* you know what I did [this] summer...

All of the week

But what if I *do* [heart] New York?

Bad Nora! No Biscuit!

blogger list?

Ten songs that "made" me...inspired by Kat

No, now you know what I did [this] summer...

But what if I do [heart] New York?