26.5.07
Turkish advertising
We saw some great promotional posters. You have to imagine a picture for each one, because I don't remember exactly, but you will probably get it right:"You call it therapy, we call it country"
"You call it wonder, we call it nature"
"You call it ancient, we call it still standing"
"You call it labour, we call it love"
"You call it history, we call it yesterday"
In other news...
Nails broken on phistacio nuts: 1, but over and over again
Teeth chipped on phistacio nuts: 0, I have learned my lesson about using my teeth to pry things open
posted by a girl @ 06:43
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12.5.07
my life is one big to do list
My life is totally sucking right now. I have been working for 26 days straight. I will most likely continue to work until I hit 30, at which point I am going on vacation for a month!I CANNOT WAIT.
There must be some humour in the situation, but honestly I just don't see it at this point in time.
Now I'm going to take a break and browse the street fair around the corner. Wheeeee!
posted by a girl @ 08:28
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3.5.07
the last few were weird, too
I have been having some strange dreams lately, and last night's was definitely up there. I dreamt I was in jail, but it wasn't so bad, really. You could order lots of books from the New York Public Library, and watch videos on their website. Another nice detail was that we were all growing these very pretty plants that had blue flowers-berries on them. I know this doesn't really exist, but it did in my dream. They were the most distinctive shade of blue, with flecks of purple.Then I had to go away for a couple of days, but the jail guys were okay with that. When I came back, though, I noticed that the other prisoners' plants were thriving but mine were sort of drying out.
That's when I decided to go for a bike ride. Unfortunately it was raining out, so I stopped at 57th street to go into a bodega, and whom to I find working there, other than my project manager, D? D and I have a little chat and I invite him to check out the jail. He's like, cool, let's go after my shift. I start helping him carry the milk crates back to the freight elevator and then this other employee of the bodega appears.
He's what you might call slow. Somehow, he is enthralled by us, and wants to kiss me. I tell him very firmly that he should stay away, and feel like I'm using a great project management skill -- strong voice and clear ideas -- that would make D proud. However, the show guy just doesn't GET IT! I actually have to push him away. Gross.
I think we went back to the jail then.
It was a nice but weird dream. I woke up and went to check on all my plants.
posted by a girl @ 03:41
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