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

she NEVER drops the L-bomb with her chechi/akka/didi

beeeeeep.  i answer.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR...before my phone dies!"

(music, laughter, merriment)

"what?  oh, hahaha...happy new year, mine too!  okay! i'll talk to you later."

"yes. be safe, happy new year, I LOVE YOU!"

"okay, i love you, too.  bye!"

no shame in my lame

i am THAT girl. 

i shamelessly swoon over "Love Actually" (seen it seven or eight times) when people cooler than me pooh-pooh it and NOW i'm finally watching "Shallow Hal" and i like it. it's on TV and I'm verklempt because "Hal" just saw little "Cadence" as she is for the first time.  i don't think that ref will ruin the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it. :)  the only thing i DON'T like is jason alexander's wig.  well, i don't like jason alexander, so that's not shocking...

SH is very cute.  i'm exhausted after a very draining, challenging day at work and i reeeeally want to take a nap, but i can't tear myself away from this improbably good little film.  i'm a music snob, and i think anyone who hasn't seen the Apu trilogy is underprivileged, but i don't mind my fluffy movies 't all, spank you much. 

 

december 22

i'm in DC, not CA.

like erasure sings, i won't be coming home for xmas.

as of monday, i have a new job which is ridiculously fun.

it is consuming me right now.

i don't mind any of the above.

it's been quite a week.

THAT i DO mind.

A N N A at BlogHer

jewlery-3
Originally uploaded by cambodia4kidsorg.

While doing a smidgen of background research for something I'm writing, I ended up on a blog which mentioned that "fashionable" geeks exist; it pointed to a flickr album of jewelry worn at Blogher. Electrified, I remembered posing for something similar. I opened a new tab, waited for Flickr to load...et voila. :)

I love finding happy little surprise gifts from the universe/google.

december 14, the omnibus edition

i keep meaning to post because there are so many comments/questions i need to answer, but there are also months (cue: shame spiral) of emails i'm behind on, so of course i made the BRILLIANT decision that if i sat in front of the computer, i would address those first.  sounded good in theory, but the execution...executed this diary 'o mine.  i'm still behind on GMails.  now, i've started to fire off replies immediately, whether i'm ready to or not, b/c i'm sick of starring everything and never getting back to it.  i know.  i am teh suck.

random things that i would've posted about had i actually been blogging recently:

=== i did get one of the FIRST tickets to see butterstick, the cutest resident of DC, BUT...BUT...this is me we're talking blogging about, so you know there had to be disappointment and heartbreak in the mix.  pacifically, little buttery baby was napping with his mummy, in an enclosure, during my allotted 15 minutes.  i strained to heroically take pictures of one of his ears for you.  and this leads us to our next tragedy.  despite taking 40 pictures of panda parts and the other, ignored animals who were actually viewable...when i plugged my NEW hottie one-gig card in my card-reader...

error.

sigh.  i lost all my pictures.  four hours in freezing temps and i had nothing to show for it, neither memories of ooey-gooey panda cuteness nor pictures of me gleefully waving my coveted panda viewing ticket.  sigh.  let's change my name to schlemiel and call it a day.  day.

=== my darling better-than-most-browns-gori andrea asked:

When did Depeche Mode suck?  Never, in my experience :)

well alluring andrea, apres Songs of Faith and Devotion, i stopped buying.  and listening.  i was so disgusted with "barrel of ass" or whatever it was, etc.  i fretted that losing alan wilder meant that DM was doomed to disintegrate.  the group i fell in love with, on a tinny portable radio in the mid '80s no longer sounded like themselves (or anyone else i'd care to listen to).  it got so bad, i put away my dozens of discs, records, 12"s etc.  listening to "behind the wheel/route66" depressed the shit out of me, (not a word out of you haters!) b/c i was morosely convinced they'd never sound so amazing again.  gawd, i'm so thrilled to be wrong.  "precious" gives me chills.  so do dave and martin, live, on a stage, singing like their concert at the rose bowl was yesterday.  swooooon.

=== brimful, under the same picture, quoted lyrics that she might also find on a certain flickr album.  synchronicity is sweet. :)

=== massively-missed maisnon, in response to my somewhat surprising postmodernist quiz results:

You are a Gender Nazi.  Your boundary-crossing
lifestyle inspires awe in your friends and
colleagues.  Or maybe they're just scared you
will kick their asses for using gender-specific
language.  Either way, the wife-beater helps.

typed the following

 

Dude, I don't think that fits you AT ALL.

(That pic is fabulously androgynous!)

admittedly, my eyebrows milimetered upwards when i saw that, but once i read the explanation again, it made sense, believe it or not. years ago, when veena first joined the air force and people kept addressing her as "airman" in my presence, she not-so-subtly kicked me in the shins b/c i kept muttering "airWOman" after each incorrectly gendered noun.  "shut UP," she hissed.  "no one is going to ever say that, so give it up."  to this day, i still write "airWOman" on her cards, which she receives while violently rolling those beautiful almondine eyes.  OTOH, when my father used to use the term-of-endearment "mon" instead of the feminine "mol" (think: beta/beti) for me, i was tickled b/c as he explained eaaaaarly on when i asked him, "i don't care if you are a boy or a girl.  'mon' is used for both". 

i do actually own something like 15 "A-tops", not that anyone is aware of this, since i wear them to work out or sleep.  i also REALLY have a problem with people referring to them as "Wife-beaters".  that bothers the shit out of me.  can't you just say tank top, you misogynist fuck?

=== this fiona apple quote that i posted brought me a tiny bit of comfort, during these days when i'm finding it difficult to write:

the times
when you're NOT writing
are just as important
as the times
when you are.
~ fiona apple

the times
when you're NOT writing
are just as important
as the times
when you are.
~ fiona apple

just can't get enough

in the lobby
Originally uploaded by suitablegirl.

caption: in the lobby of the gee-orgeous tempe mission hotel.

finally, pictures from the FANTASTIC depeche mode concert i went to in phoenix (11.25) are now on flickr. click above or anywhere on the blinky flickr badge to the left to peruse them, if you aren't already stalking my rss feed. ;)

i'm soooo glad that my belowed DM no longer SUCKS. w00t angst! third best concert, EVER.

i stole this from andrea, fyi

You are a Gender Nazi.  Your boundary-crossing
lifestyle inspires awe in your friends and
colleagues.  Or maybe they're just scared you
will kick their asses for using gender-specific
language.  Either way, the wife-beater helps.

What kind of postmodernist are you!?
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uttered on her first morning show ever, at 9:01 am

the times
when you're NOT writing
are just as important
as the times
when you are.
~ fiona apple

december 7

today is just plain anomalous.  i went to the penthouse gym at 5am and did chest+back AND cardio, while watching o'reilly and then anderson "pretty-boy" cooper.  that's just not me, it's not what i do.  however, i miss the lines on my abs and if for some reason i end up moving home, i will be naked far more often.  that's the thing about the right coast: you can go lax with the pedicures, leg-shaving and ab-torture b/c you're all bundled up for four mnonths.  in california?  not so much.  i came downstairs and ravenously devoured yesterday's bhindi with BROWN basmati rice/non-fat yogurt.  and thenga samanthi.  and red chili pickle.  yes, my tummy is burning, but it hurts so good, bitches. it's odd, i won't eat regular brown rice, but this organic basmati stuff ain't bad.

in other news, if you're dizzy from my back-and-forth geographic game of twister/musical cities, have pity on ME.  i'm living it.  i make my peace about DC for now, NYC for not-so-later and then something untenable happens...and i'm back to square one.  there's no point in making decisions, since i agonize for NOTHING, despite the fact that the universe is going to fuck with me no matter what. 

i'm really not this bitter.  hmmm, maybe i should've avoided posting for a few more days.

i'm half-tempted--probably b/c i've been bombarded with breathless teasers about it since i watch the news all night--to go to butterstick the baby panda's big debut today.

the spam gets tastier and tastier

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