A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

this is so hot.

more goodness from CNET:

Bloglines, a news aggregator and blog search service, has unveiled a tool that tracks packages mailed through UPS, FedEx and the U.S. Postal Service.

The service, announced Wednesday, has been incorporated into Bloglines' My Feeds page. People can track and update the status of packages by entering the tracking number provided by the parcel agent, Bloglines said.

Also, when a person enters a tracking number, Bloglines creates a subscription in that person's account so that information about the changing status of the package can be automatically delivered.

oh bloglines, my love for thee only groweth.  *swoon*

nine current addictions (lips eyes ears):

pepperdidge farm goldfish-- but only the parmesan flavour

BAMIEH BEL ZEIT (baby okra and tomato) mezza at lebanese taverna

the frites at amsterdam falafel with garlic cream AND ketchup

:+:

Time magazine

WSJ Weekend edition

moghul fantasies inspired by Mehrunissa.

:+:

MIA

bebel gilberto and celso fonseca

the next big thing

dear fotolog, now you can't guilt members to donate.

breaking news, y'all...via CNET:

Fotolog captures cash

By Stefanie Olsen
http://news.com.com/Fotolog+captures+cash/2110-1038_3-5643404.html

Story last modified Mon Mar 28 11:18:00 PST 2005

Fotolog.net, a blog community for photo sharing, said Monday that it raised $2.4 million from Bertelsmann Group investment arm BV Capital, among other backers.

New York-based Fotolog, founded in 2002, lets people create blogs and share photos with others. The company said it has nearly 1 million members. It competes with photo blogs including Flickr, which Yahoo recently acquired.

oh my.

Date:	Sunday, March 27, 2005 5:13:00 AM
Subject:	hi
Message:	hi hows the easter weekend going? saw your profile as i was talking to a friend and having had some bad experiences with women who have taken me for a ride i have thought twice about writing to you but i didnt want to judge u with them and so il say what i wanted to say which is you look very beautiful and i hope the outer beauty comes from deep inside anyway, wld be nice to get to know you more x

:+:

sigh.  this affected me more than the typical friendster message does.   but why?

why the discomfort?  why is my tummy in a teensy bit of a knot?  if i had to quiet myself and pay attention to what i am feeling, what churns inside is pity, sympathy, unease...and the kalamata olive bread i ate with spinach feta dip. 

eeek.

i'm just weirded out and i don't quite know why. this prickly sensation makes no sense when one considers that i've been getting Fster messages for almost two years now, so this isn't the first attempt at "getting to know" me that i've experienced.  i keep thinking i should be used to this.  then again, there's something extra blue about this though, i feel it.  a broken heart calls out from those carefully chosen words.  THAT's not common. 

i see that this guy joined just this month...maybe that's why his message reads the way it does.  here's hoping he figures out how it all works, i.e. leading with baggage isn't the best strategery for this sort of thing.  then again, that goes for more than Fster, innit?  i hope he finds the one who's meant for him.

jenny from the bengali block?

so random...

i was on SFGate's home page and i saw the featured personal of the day...some brunette.  her picture isn't what kidnapped my eye, her quote was;

Celebrity I resemble most

Jennifer Lopez. I am not aware of celebrities that are Asian-Indian. hmmm.  okay.  why not kristin kreuk?

who's bigger than dirk?

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yeah?  well thank YOU guys for sucking this fiercely!  i haven't been able to upload in days.  if i had known that this would be the case, then inside jokes and fucking ladybugs would NOT have been my chosen files.  first it was just people whose fotologs started with "s" (lucky, LUCKY me)...now it's everyone.  bravo, foto-asses.  brav-OH.

:+:

back to vain attempts to calm myself by listening to the pixies, the eels and the three "B"s: jeff buckley, blackalicious and beth orton.  grrrrrrr.

march 23

1)  fotolog sucks pornstar dick. 

2)  my allergies are tormenting me.

3)  side affects from allegra for aforementioned allergies = bad.

4)  i ruined my new boots from nordstrom in today's downpour.

5)  they botched my burrito at chipotle by breaking the original tortilla, then dumping out contents into a NEW tortilla, but that meant losing the cheese, which is the only reason i eat the damned things in the first place.  to compensate, they added four times the guacamole a burrito should receive.   i HATE guacamole.

6)  my sister is home with my mom and dog, and i haven't been home since september-- i miss all three of them.

7)  i feel like i'm growing farther apart from my two west-coast best friends.

8)  did i mention that i don't have an east coast best gf?

9)  manhattan mini-storage botched my billing due to their own ineptitude, but won't waive the late fee they're assessing because of that.

10) there aren't enough hours in the day for everything i want to clean, create and write.  sigh.

despite all of that, it was a good day.  great outfit, perfect hair, wayyy better than average makeup job that took less than five minutes, loads of fun with my boss at work, two-hour lunch (traffic) that i didn't get busted for, shopping at TWO malls and the right coast's loveliest white hot chocolate.  AND i got asked to be in some salon's tv commercial. 

AND the sales guy at May company took 60% off my purchase "just because".

AND three different people i adore told me they loved me.

:+:

when i write it all out like that, i feel like the good obliterates the bad...which makes me wonder at my current, excessively neutral mood.  shouldn't i be happier?  and NOT indifferent/calm? 

i think it's the allergies...and the exhaustion they are gifting me with, day after day.  i know i'd be more grateful and quietly blissed than this, if my eyes weren't throbbing, my nose wasn't runny, my sneezes werent' throwing me into inanimate objects and my damned meds didn't destroy my nascent, necessary, sought-after sleeping abilities.  sigh.

i will focus on "the good" until i fall asleep.

"good" night.

question of the day...

How

long

can

Peeps

live,

i.e., what is their shelf life?

buy yourself a new, bigger butt plug and then STFU, thanks.

"Whatever thrill you get from being rude to people on this website will do you no good in the real world where 99% don't give a damn about you or your opinion. Stop being so combative and maybe you'll find a boyfriend someday."

is that the best you got, you whining santorum-addict?  i almost wrote another comment, in response, but i felt like i was in a fist-fight with someone half my size.  we all know that just ain't right.

oh, and if you want to know what i did to deserve that shittiness...i called him out after he said that someone deserved to be abused by her bf, b/c she was ugly.  i said that was uncalled for and THAT comment is what i received for doing so.  this craven jackass tried the "you can't take a joke"-tactic.  riiiiight.  all i have to say is, bring it, bia.  i'm your huckleberry and like tom petty, "i won't back down".  insult me all you like, you know you were wrong; i won't give you the pleasure of a cat fight, no matter what shit you sling my way.

Well I know what's right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around...

the only gay man i love more than sin

my life

is now

complete.

call me swoony mCswoonerson, and call it a day.  eeeeeeeeeeeee!

:+:

back on this earth, i'm off to see some DGs, some wonderful DGs of...oz.  there was no good way to end that, was there? 

i'm so excited and nervous, it's cute.  reminds me of being a pledge all over again, when you don't know what to expect, you hope you'll have a good time and you feel just special all over b/c you're in the best sorority EVER.  :) 

"oh when a delta gee walks down the street..."  ;)

please take those dirty pillows away from me

From my Daily Candy SF email...kindly note the name of the pillow.  (?!)

:+:

Pardon My French

French toast, French fries, French bread: actual French inventions, or simply attempts by Americans to blame their carb-induced obesity on old-worlders? That's a toughie. As you ponder, take a gander at Leonor Mataillet's pillows — bona fide French creations that won't add inches to your waistline. Inspired by Mataillet's time in India, these hand-sewn and silk-screened accessories will jazz up any old sofa. The Kerala pillows feature garlands of flowers on a backdrop of linen, while Piece of Happiness features colorful silhouettes. The beauty of Mataillet's pillows comes from her innate ability to bring together contrasting elements, whether she's combining bright colors and a white background or silk and wool. That certain je ne sais quoi will surely fill you with joie de vivre as you sip your aperitif in your salon. See? Your French is improving already. Available at Hot!, 593 Valencia Street, at 17th Street (415-863-8143).

the most important "VIP" list i've ever been on

march 17

i'm okay.  really, i am.  i want to state that before i type anything else, b/c i know a few of you are uber-concerned.  while i was a sopping mess a few days ago (for damned good reason), i find that i'm at a calmer place now.  take some credit, why don't you...a good deal of that calm came from you.  :)

when everything else in your world is a bit off, there is always the mall.  in my case, there is tyson's, the "best" mall in this area.  bloomingdale's, versace, tiffany's etc.  i didn't hit any of those spots; i kept it immediate.  at 6pm, i entered via nordstrom, at the "brass plum" entrance, and i bought a purse and jewelry right there.  just outside of nordy's, an enorme white hot chocolate to fortify me for my journey.  directly behind the quaint little "island" cafe, aveda.  since the entire purpose of my voyage was for specialised haircare, it seemed a no-brainer.  i tried not to let the salesgirl annoy the shit out of me as she lectured me on what my hair is "really like", b/c after all, she's cared for it, right?  twat.  i bought "hang straight", a new paddle brush made from recycled mongolian twigs and some tonic...thing.  i SHOULD have bought my old-skool purefume brilliant hair pomade...i tested a little bit out on my ends, looked at the $20 price tag twice and then decided against.  eight hours later, i'm in aromatherapy heaven from the scent, and cursing my stupidity.  tomorrow.  there is always tomorrow.

i couldn't bear to give the aveda-whore all of my business, so i reluctantly took my quest for conditioner elsewhere.  i ended up spending $20 on THAT without blinking, which makes my parsimonious nature at aveda seem pointless.  what else...i bought one of those excessively whimsical primal elements soaps that is hand-made and smells like nirvana.  of course i got the one with the wee little fishy in it.  "ginger fish".  smell it and then die of bliss.  you've been warned.  at the register, primal lip glosses...

if it's one thing i do NOT need, it's more lip goo.  i buy lipgloss weekly...have been doing so since 1999.  go on, calculate.  here, i'll help: i've only depleted two tubes.  yeeeeeah.  still, i HAD to try a new brand.  couldn't bring myself to a decision betwixt two of the ten shades...so i literally said, "fuck it.  both."  as the salesgirl smirked sympathetically.  "i have seven," she said, not that it ameliorated my feelings about the whole affair.

what's our tally?  $170.  right.

think that's enough damage for one day?  ha.  dilettante.

i saved the best for last.  yuppie grocery store.  yeeeeeah, bitches.  90 minutes and a full benjamin spent on...three bags of things.  and that was AFTER i used my cute little "very important customer" card, that dangles constantly from my keychain.  i think the reason i go...okay, HALF the reason i go to this joint is for the self-checkout.  today was FANTASTIC.  i bought PRODUCE.  this means that there was no UPC code to scan via infra-red...no, i had to enter a special pricing code and then weigh my two flawless bananas.  i think i chortled as i did it.  when it came time to price my 0.58 lbs of booty from the olive bar, my glee overraneth.  i got home at 9:25, too late to watch must-see anything. 

five olives and a quarter of an artisanal batard later, i popped open the red zin (90 pts wine spectator), frowned at the shit-tay cork and then sighed.  time to actually accomplish something.  all play at pay and no chores makes anna paris hilton.  so, i did what i've been putting off for a week; i cleaned all FIVE of my betta tanks.  FUN.  do you know what fish poo smells like?  it's sharp, not as awful as diaper, but nothing i want to marinate in, na'mean?  no matter, it's done.  my fish can defecate all over their clean tanks happily, while i feel slightly more than useless. 

i shaved my legs in the shower apres-fish mongering.  i might just get a pedicure tomorrow, and i swear the woman gives longer foot messages if you're all landscaped and shit.  we shall see...

march 16 (version three, at this point)

• otherwise well-meaning emails from people i've never met--but have had two AIM convos with--that state, "you haven't posted much on sepia mutiny or HERstory lately...you must be too busy being a social butterfly...or maybe you've run out of relevant things to say?" are not needed.  and you all wonder why i'm suddenly angsty over the writing.  no pressure.  no, none. dear insensitive douchebag, kindly fuck off, since you don't know what you're babbling about, thanks...
• speaking of blogs, i finally fixed the flawed code in a certain sidebar.  one thing on "to-do" list down, seven-million to go.
• i've had a migraine for almost twelve hours.  otherwise (read: emotionally) i'm fine, seriously.  btw, i should have KNOWN today would be full of torment-- i woke up with the most violent case of the hiccups this morning.  what an omen, eh?  who wakes up with HICCUPS?  sheesh.
• "sangam"= terrible indian restaurant in VA.  i should get a refund on those calories.  yet another reason to miss nyc...sigh.
• thanks to SJM, i now have my very own blogger code:

B7 d+ t- k+ s++ u+ f+ i++ o++ x+ e++ l++ c

one of these days, when i actually design my about page properly, i'll put it there. 

p.s. to the kind sir who sent me the "baby beyonce" clip in case i "needed it"-- thank you.  i owe you one two.  i'm going to dwell on such sweetness as i go to a twitchy, pained sleep.

ask and ye shall receive...if it falls in the 20

why did you change the "a picture share"? it's obviously not the pic from your crappy cell phone.

look within your snotty question for your answer-- cell phones take shite pics. i don't think my original mo'bloggin' pic did the beauty that is manish vij justice...yeah, yeah, yeah, it made me look like ass, too. my blog, my jason kottke-given right to do as i please. next?

are you okay?

yes. thank you for asking.

your last diary entry had me worried. did you get in a fight or something?

yes.

do you want to talk about it?

no, thank you. 80/20.

i don't understand what is the difference between your two blogs?

i assume you are referring to this very blog and the "main" or "original" site which inspired it, HERstory. this blog is for very dumb, fleeting things. it's for personal topics, links that i like, tiny blurbs of whatever. i didn't want such things cluttering up HERstory.

it was weird to me, to have all of the superficial whimsy that i just detailed nestled between long, heart-felt posts about losing my dad or my last love. didn't seem or feel right. the tagline on THIS page is derived from the idea that by eavesdropping on my desultory thoughts, it is possible to understand the person who "stars" in my memoir-esque posts over on HERstory. so, i have two blogs (you obviously haven't snooped through my /closet or my acclaimed group blog, but that's okay. you got time.)

all better now?

do you know all of the mutineers? were you guys friends or something?

do i know them personally? like in the biblical sense? i know manish, vinod, sajit and ennis in real life. i could be wrong, but i think i've met more of us in person than any other mutineer. i'd like to think that we're all friends. :) my guys mean a lot to me and i think they're all phenoms.

star wars ref? bandwagon much?

suuuuure. how old are you, mouth-breather? b/c i guarantee that when i was hiking up the arms of my puffy-sleeved, peter pan-collared catholic school blouse to make it look more like a toga, and wrapping my quotidienne braids into princess leia's signature coils so that i could "play her" at recess, you were regularly and helplessly marinating in a diaper full of your own fecal matter. i'm in my 30s. do math. then contemplate what "bandwagon" means.

don't you live in ny?

NO.

dunno how to say this...have u gained a lotta weight? u look...bigger.

about seven pounds since january. we have a pastry chef on premises and everything (which is 3x the size of normal dessert) is subsidized down to ridiculously low prices. combine that w/my legendary sugar tooth and i'm done. i didn't gain at thanksgiving or xmas...i porked out once i started working. i'm not worried or unhappy about this at ALL. my breasts have never looked juicier, and i didn't need invasive, expensive surgery nor did i need to attach a small human to them to get them to look this way. w00t titties!

anything else?

if you're in DC and you don't come, i'll cry. maybe.

Brown Writer's Workshop (aka Kahani DC)
This SATURDAY, MARCH 19.  1pm - 3ish.

Our next get-together is THIS weekend, which is convenient if you're feeling like you missed out on the last workshop (you so did).

It will be a casual writing environment, so you don't need to prepare a story in advance, unless you were one of the two kind souls who agreed to do so back in february.

Don't stress or think about anything besides how satisfying it will be to obliterate your writer's block.

We'll do inspiring creative writing exercises, so bring your no.2 pencils OR your laptops, if you are doctor-level-sloppy with penmanship. (Hint: laptops are a great idea if you later want to cheat and post your scribbling to your blog) :)


Venue = one block from the Metro--Orange line.

I'll tell you where it is when you RSVP...awww, it's just like a rave from 15 years ago! :D

Speaking of, you should RSVP by calling/emailing/AIMing/sending a flaming arrow with note attached by Friday the 18th. Thank youuuuuu.  :)

march 14

number of kleenex crumpled:  34

number of migraine-painkillers popped for cluster headache: one

number of AIM conversations: five

number of HEALTHY AIM conversations: one

number of RSVPs to saturday's writing workshop: zero

cost of tentative workshop space: $100 (+$300 deposit)

number of times i snuffled, "i just want to go home": three

number of hours of sleep i might get tonight: five

cost of missing work due to cluster(fuck) ache: $$$

cost of spiteful flight home to kind dog and old bed: $635

number of posts on SM today: 0

number of posts on much-neglected /closet: one

number of cute pictures uploaded to fotolog: one

number of times i considered quitting writing due to feedback: one

number of times i mournfully agreed with dooce about unsolicited feedback:  one

number of times i wondered if anyone cares: two

number of times friendster profile has been looked at this month: 388

number of times it was looked at last month: 1201

number of times that should matter: -1

number of fish who are staring at me with worry: five

number of eyelashes i've ripped out from furious rubbing: three

(average) number of hits for this strange little blog: 206

number of years i will spend as a cold spinster: 80

number of mallu girls over age 27 who aren't married on Fster: 3

number of times i fretted about item before last: 0

number of times i sighed with resignation at it: one

number of times i talked to my precious little sister today: two

number of times i just wanted my daddy to come back: infinite.

A Picture Share!

Manish and i are eating @ madras mahal in curry hill right now!!!

march 10 version 3

if you're going to SAJA on saturday, get in touch with me-- i'll let you know where you will be eating dinner.  presumptuous?  maybe.  but i'm pretty sure you want to hang with the cool kids, so i'll take that risk. ;)

i'm going to the conference ON saturday and i'm not staying in nyc,  so dinner is all i'll be around for-- i'll be leaving the city by 8ish or so.  that means you can still do whatever the hell you want on a saturday night in new york city.  i want to eat with you: not hold your hair, pretend to be your dyke gf to scare off assholes or guard your drink from roofies. 

anyway, i'd love to meet you, so holler at your girl.  late.  audi s4.  whatever.

:+:

2005 will go down as the year where i spent more days with a cold, flu or, oh, pneumonia than any other.  i am a walking wet kleenex.  yum!  now you TOTALLY want to meet me, eh?

:+:

i think that scene from the upcoming television series "grey's anatomy" (ugh ugh ugh) where the dork-wad says, "who here has no clue what they're doing?" and they all predictably raise their hands while a far-too-cool-for-such-a-tard-show song hums along...is lame.  predictable. 

stupid. 

unnecessary, really.  it makes me want to backhand someone or something.  pray i don't see that advert in new york on saturday.  ;)

:+:

i almost never catch those glossy, faux-news, network shows that clutter the money hours of night, but right now i'm watching primetime live and temple grandin is on...if you don't know who she is, you are without.  she's amazing and she's changed your world (though you don't know it).  i can't think of another person who is liked by both animal rights activists AND cattle ranchers.  more than that, she's proven that children whom others would tell you to give up on can (and do) achieve greatness.  the world is a more humane place because of a freak with a disease who used her "burden" to our benefit.  just mind-blowing.

p.s.  thanks "uncle" for introducing ME to TG.  :)

the return of anakin

twisted by the dark side, young skywalker has become.

i think it all started because of dooce

i did the fun and new "Self-Portrait Day" project. :)  see?                                     

Favorite Sandwich: the three-cheese panini with olive tapenade and garlic aioli from safeway in belmont. since i'm 3000 miles away from that bliss on sourdough, i make do with jif peanut butter and apricot jam sandwiches on whole grain bread. random trivia fact: i ate a PB + J every day, from first grade through my sophomore year of college. no, i never got sick of them. :) 

i answered a few other questions (we all did), you'll see that if you click the link.  when you get to the page, you will find me on the right, second photo from bottom.  i'm on top of another indian kid.  they had to stick the brownies together, didn't they?  ;)

maya is the smartest toddler ever

new fotolog filled with pictures from the baby shower i attended in philadelphia on sunday, since you ain't gonna find any other new content HERE.  :) if only there were about five more hours in every day...sigh.

A Picture Share!

This is me with my little nik! I finally got to meet her. :)

get write with me

> anna, can you send me more details or  a link to more details.

I've pasted all that you require at the end of this missive.


> I'm new to town and, on a stroll through the internet, found a
> mention of the saturday meeting on your website.

You were reading my diary?  You naughty boy.  Go to my room.*


> Does a fella have to bring something he's working on?

No, just bring you...and your laptop if you're smart ;)


>Are you already full up with lawyers with aspirations to be writers?

I am highly anomalous for holding the following opinion-- there can never be enough lawyers who aspire to write. :)


> Why is there no good cheap indian food in  town?  These and  

> other questions oppress me.  Please lighten this weight by  
> sending a response when you get the chance.

Amma Vegetarian Cuisine in GTown kept me alive my first two years of grad school...if you really want to save and crave, make friends with ME and I'll hook you up with my legendary, light-your-ass-on-fire chole.

Don't hesitate to reply if you have additional questions-- or if
you're going to be kind enough to RSVP.

-A :)

...........................................................................

Brown Writer's Workshop @ Cosi in DC.
This Saturday- March 5

Our next get-together is THIS weekend, which is
convenient if you're feeling like you missed out on last
Saturday's workshop (you so did).

It will be a casual writing environment, so you don't
need to prepare a story in advance. Don't stress or
think about anything besides how satisfying it will be
to obliterate your writer's block.

There will be informal writing exercises led by ME, so
bring your no.2 pencils OR your laptops, if you are
Abhijit-level-sloppy with penmanship. :)

Location: Cosi- Dupont South, 1-3pm
Address: 1350 Connecticut Avenue NW
Phone: 202.296.9341
Across the street: Buffalo Billiards

Metro: Red line-Dupont Circle (Exit Dupont
Circle SOUTH.)

march 3

it's official-- i love TBJ. 

:+:

three more people RSVP'd to the writing workshop i'm hosting on saturday afternoon, in sin's beloved Dupont. 

obviously i need to do a better job of convincing deepa and jtmoney that they should come.  writing well is a key skill for lawyers, ladies. ;)

:+:

how did a week flyyyyyyyyyy by?  and why didn't i get to make rosemary-garlic, roasted red potato bliss?  my bougie, over-priced, whole foods ingredients rot slowly in the fridge.  this makes me cringe.  i love my job, but i miss cooking.  didn't realise i was having so much fun with it...though upon reflection, it was a fantastic creative outlet.

:+:

weekends are saturated, too. 

• kahani/writing on saturday
• baby shower on sunday...
• then next weekend, i'm in NYC! 

every few hours, i've taken to shaking my head as if to clear some mental etch-a-sketch.  as the grey matter whirls hypnotic, life embroiders my reality silently while i ignore such developments. i'm so in my dome.  there is snow on the ground, with flowers poking through.  the sky was so bright today that i had to dig out the big guns (read: chanel).  the pound cake i just tasted reminded me of the pound cake i craved as a five-year old. 

in that final, critical moment before each opportunity is lost, i feel my eyes widen and my head clear for a nanosecond, as i immerse in what is.  and that's why i can write about it now, vs stepping over it, ignoring it or mindlessly chewing it...every day, i get closer to getting that crucial skill right.

this one goes out to my brimful on the 45...

march 2

sigh.

2am.  i can't sleep.  hope i'm not getting sick again, even though i have that wretched, terrifying tingle in the back of my throat.  the two people i interact with most at work are both ill.  sigh sigh sigh.

at least my fish is still alive.  i'll focus on the positive, like we're all meant to do...(unless we write for blunt instrument, that is.)

:+:

remainders (the parenthetical edition)

• feeling ugly, my pretties?  go here and mouse over her.  there, all better, no?  if you've had your morning coffee, try THIS one.  oy, that's frightening.  women need to stop putting unnecessary pressure on themselves...don't believe the glossy hype.  (if i knew any teens, i'd totally send this to them)
  
• greatest 404 page EVER--turn on your speakers and make sure you watch 'til le very end (getting frustrated at not finding sum'n never felt so gooood)
  
• if any of you signed up for that weird-assed vonage that irritates me so (sorry, i haven't had a home phone since 1999), please, please, please make sure you can dial 911 for help-- i may dislike vonage, but you shouldn't get hurt b/c of it...

Internet phone service customers in Houston learned the hard way that 911 is not activated by default for Vonage internet phone service.

Seventeen-year-old Joyce John frantically tried to place a 911 call twice from her family’s Vonage phones while her parents struggled with armed robbers in their home. The adults were shot but survived. The teenager called an ambulance from a neighbor’s phone.

Vonage provides basic 911 service but it’s up to the customer to activate it. If you’re a VoIP customer, do yourself a favor: make sure 911 works from your phone. 

:+:

i'll advertise it until one of you fothermuckers RSVP's-- Kahani, the south asian fiction writer's workshop i'm now mixed up with is having a petit, how you say, get together.  saturday.  dupont.  1-3pm.  don't you fucking lie and state "writing" under your friendster interests/in your blogger profile, if you aren't going to be there, slogging away through exercises with the rest of us dedicated scribes.  seriously.  miss menon?  JTMoney?  squirrel??  unless you're out of town...you best sit yer ass down. ;)

and another thing, wtf can't brown people RSVP?  it's not like it COSTS anything. 

worry not, i'll carry my snippy ass to bedfordshire now...

so essentially, CENTENARIANS are healthier than i am...

111-Year-Old Ohio Woman Overcomes Pneumonia

POSTED: 1:05 pm EST March 2, 2005

JEFFERSON, Ohio -- Jean Waldron said she knows one thing for sure about her 111-year-old mother: she's determined. Researchers say Mary Margaret Dean-Smith is the oldest person in Ohio.

The determination described by her daughter likely helped Dean-Smith survive a bout of pneumonia last month...Dean-Smith was out of the hospital after four days and went back to the Jefferson Geriatric and Rehab Center, where she has lived for about four years.

Dean-Smith was born in 1893 in Pittsburgh. The Los Angeles-based Gerontology Research Group said she's the 30th-oldest person in the world.

watch out for his weasel, ro

check it, bu-ddies-- is that pauly shore with half-brownie "slut"*  star-fucker  air-ess kissing, hilton-ritchie pal rohini reiss?  nice tee-shirt, pauly...you are apparently mirch-friendly in more ways than one... 

*read manish's blurb on SM about her, it's her classification, not mine