Apparently, It's My Birthday

I'm 29 again, for the seventh time.

No plans. I may go to a museum after work and then to the gym. I may eat a chocolate croissant for breakfast. A mani/pedi may occur at some point this weekend. Tomorrow, I'm watching Weeds with my ex. I have work to catch up on the rest of the weekend.

For my birthday, I'd like everyone to come to PVC on Wednesday. That would be super nice.

Friday

My raw food fast ends today. I think people typically do these for longer, but even though I love fruits and veggies, I'm sort of bored with my diet. I've had more energy the last few days and I haven't been hungry. The experience made me think about what I normally eat. I'm relatively healthy, but I consume too much caffeine and too many carbs. I'll probably never cut these things out completely, but it's something to keep in mind. My stomach seems a bit flatter too, although that might just be an illusion. Overall it's been pretty good.

Today I upgrade to oatmeal, yogurt, maybe some tofu. And coffee! One (large) cup!

Hi!

Hello there. I just want to say thanks if you're still checking the blog. I know I've been a real blog delinquent. I'm giving myself detention which is partially why I'm at home this fourth of July. Okay, it's really because I don't drink or eat barbecue, I don't like being out in the sun and I'm not a fan of fireworks... But it's nice to have a day off. I did some writing this morning, then I treated myself to a tasty carb breakfast at the diner (hash browns and toast, 2 cups of coffee) worked out for ninety minutes, then bought new jeans. Quite a nice day. I'm happy to stay in tonight with my laptop, a frozen burrito and some DVDs.

Although I'm sort of over reporting on the minutiae of my life, a lot has happened in the past few months:

1. T/A and I broke up. It's been completely amicable and we're still truly good friends. We see each other frequently and she even gave me her old bike. She's awesome.

2. I got a bike.

3. Been keeping up my promise to get my "literal and literary asses in line". I've been going to the gym and writing a ton. I've finished a few new poems and have drafts of a few essays. And I'm on my way to semi-sveltdom.

4. Also reading alot and keeping up my private paper blog, also known as my journal.

5. PVC is still awesome, awesome, awesome. It's probably one of the best things I've been involved with in all my years being involved in such things.

6. I'm part of the Non Sequitur 2008 Summer Festival in August. This year's theme is one of my favorite topics; Rejection. I highly suggest you check it out.

The Boring List

I interrupt my regularly scheduled non-blogging to blog.

It's been a crazy month-plus here. But after dealing with a series of personal problems, I'm back, hopefully on a semi-regular basis. There are some exciting things upcoming, including a a very cool project taking place this summer. I'll post the details when I have them, which should be soon.

In the mean time, I've put myself on a writing/gym schedule to get both my literal and literary asses in line. That's right I have two asses. I'm special like that. Right now, I'm digging the spring weather, and my new iPod has been keeping me happy on the subway and anti-social at the internet cafe.

More soon, I promise.

Sickly

One thing I hate more than being sick is canceling gigs because I'm sick which is what I had to do tonight thanks to a cold/flu thing that's taken over my body. I have very rarely had to cancel, which means I'm currently feeling pretty lousy. Hopefully, a long sleep will help out.

Proud

This weekend, I'm celebrating seven years of sobriety. I've had some challenges, especially in the last few years, but I'm truly proud to be committed to the sober life.

November

Sorry I've been absent the last few weeks. A lot happened in November and it was hard to keep up with the blog. I started a new job. The job is interesting and it's good to be on a regular work schedule again. I attended a few awesome book parties, which were fun and fabulous, hosted a Thanksgiving potluck at my house, battled a urinary tract infection, was super-proud of this month's PVC show and spent a healthy amount of time with the Tall, Adorable One.

I also did some readings. One was a really fantastic night for Brooklyn Reading Works at the Old Stone House in Park Slope. And I did two readings for the new anthology, Word Warriors: 35 Women Leaders in the Spoken Word Revolution both of which were awe-inspiring experiences.

So, it's been busy, but good.

Birthday Weekend

This was just one of the birthday surprises awaiting me at T/A's place on Saturday night. I also got a bag of goodies including Dark Chocolate, tissues, hair ties, cool stickers, temporary pirate tattoos and fucshcia Bingo markers from CVS, you know, because I'm so old now...

But you look so young!

Today is my birthday! 30 effing five. I know I've reached an advanced number as most people respond to my age with a quizzical look, stating, "but you look so young!" As if they, too, are baffled as to how this came about.

I will spend the day enjoying the fall weather.

Getting Closer...

Luckily, I'm feeling better today. I'm out and about in the city. Hope to be back 100% tomorrow.

Almost Birthday

Just as I've begun to enjoy the fall weather, I've come down with a cold/flu thing. I've been drinking lots of tea and water and taking cold medicine so hopefully I'll be better by my birthday - which is Wednesday by the way - although I'll accept birthday wishes earlier. 35, it's a big one. I remember I thought I was old when I turned 25. In addition to the flu, I'm having my customary pre-birthday blues. I have no plans for my actual birthday, but will be celebrating next week at PVC.

Hairs

I visit a nail salon in my neighborhood once a month for an eyebrow waxing. I don't have particularly big eyebrows, but I like the slick look of the post-wax.

As I laid down on the waxing table Friday afternoon, I explained to the woman who would be doing the honors how I preferred my waxing (bottom of the brow only, waxing the top makes me break out). She nodded in agreement, pointed at my upper lip and asked, "you don't want to wax this instead?"

I declined the offer. She expertly pulled the appropriate hair out of my face, I paid for said pulling and left the salon.

There was a time in my life when such a comment would have sent me down a spiral of self-doubt. I would have gone home and spent an hour studying the fine, near-invisible hair surrounding my mouth. It's not that I don't care about what I look like, but at this point in my life I have much more important things to occupy my time. I can't worry so much about the little things, like a moustache I'm positive I do not possess. I hope this is a sign of maturity, not denial.

Rain

It's chilly for August and raining today. Is it wrong that this makes me happy? Alright, maybe not happy, but pleased it's not hot anymore and excited for fall. I like wearing a jacket.

How Did This Happen?

Since my birthday is in September, I have a habit of spending the summer months telling people I'm the age I'm about to turn. I believe this started in 1982, when I just couldn't wait to turn 10. More recently, I had the bordering-on-existential experience of telling someone I'm 35. It still seems like an age that's far in the distance, but it's right there in front of me.

According to Time Out NY, I'm 33

Just took this "What's Your New York Age" quiz in Time Out NY and shaved off a year. I was afraid I'd be even older.

Cross 'Em All

I have a job interview tomorrow. Keep them crossed.