This week's office view of Central Park! (Compare with last week)

Three tips for the modern woman:
1. Only date a man who owns both a tuxedo, and a pair of hiking boots.
2. Forget how to do laundry.
3. Never knit with acrylic.

My tribute to Andy Goldsworthy:

East River. uh, around 9pm, on October twenty six.

Last night the East River was the same tempo as Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor, op.30. It was a trip, that's for sure.

END OF THE LINE. Week 1. Train A :

My roof last night:


Frank and I.

View of Central Park from my desk this morning:

I always thought Elliot Smith was the Nick Drake of our generation.

apparently i am mother theresa...

I am excited to report that I am no longer a virgin of the bee sting. Saturday morning, at approximately 7:24am, I was stung by a wasp.
The funny part: I was raised in the dead of nature, with two brothers who basically played with bees. I was stung for the first time, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, in a fifth floor of a walkup. By a WASP. Get it? wasp. get it?

I have to laugh at the fact that every time I meet a new girl, and we are on the path to a great friendship - that "now we are best friends" breaking point is 3 a.m. on a Sat. night, smoking cigarettes, and listening to Tori Amos (or Joni Mitchell). Its so so so incredibly hair-in-rollers stupid, but 100% true. Ask any girl you know.

If i have to read another Chuck Klosterman article...

today i superglued the moth holes in my cashmere sweater. at 6:30am, it just seemed more efficient than sewing them shut, and so far, no one has said anything.

My brothers always told me that b.b. guns are incapable of killing humans. I guess they were right.

Sometimes it freaks me out that my office building creeks on the 32 floor when the wind blows. I try to block it out. Just like I try to block out the idea I have that my computer might spontaneously combust.

For a total of 4 bucks and a plane ticket to Texas, you can check out the new Texas Prison Museum in Huntsville, TX.
excerpt from NY Times:
>>Asked how he had reacted to executions, he paused. "I don't know the right word to use," he said. "The first time was just, well, awesome, but not in a good way. They got easier as they went along, but they never got easy."<<

This picture of Texas has always reminded me of the road Tom Hanks drove to return the Fed Ex box in Cast Away.

this quote pretty much sums up how I feel about my writing skills:
"If I could tell a story in words, I wouldn’t need to lug a camera" – Lewis Hine

Well, I love living alone, but there are two things that always make me rethink living alone. (or at least keep me awake all night with all the lights on, watching Say Anything for the 74th time.)
1. Bugs.
2. Wind Storms.

about number 1: Last night I found a bug in my apartment, and for the first time actually had the courage to buy those bug compartment things that you are supposed to put around the house. Congratulate me. Once, I had to beg Laurie (my roommate one year ago) to leave a bar, come back home, and kill this huge water bug that I saw on our wall. To my surprise, she did just that (well, she left the bar. but then we never found the bug - thus making my state of panic, and state of hallucination). She tried comforting me with stories about how she had to kill bugs when she lived down South. I remember not really sleeping that night, and being embarrassed because we had known each other about 4 days. The bug thing always breaks in the roomies.

about number 2: I love storms. My Mom always tells me that my Dad and I used to get excited by thunder and lighting, and go out onto the balcony and watch the storm together. I remember doing this too - but it's always fun to re-hear stories from Moms. When it's raining I will usually keep the window open - so I can hear the rain. I just don't like windy storms when I am alone. There is no one there to comfort, and that of course makes the wind gusts sound like burglars, and giant sized Bugs, and killer tomatoes attacking the apartment at 2am. Keeps me stone cold wide-awake every time.

Everyone, the moment you have all been waiting for. Robin has written again!!

I would like to do an installation in Times Square involving sounds of nature and the display monitors. I envision all of the monitors showing one large scene shot in Montana - like a huge panoramic vista. All of the cars and pedestrians will be silenced. All we will hear would be recorded wind.
Or in another installation - I would do the ocean. With the sound being the waves of course.
The installation party would be in the center of the Square, happen at sunset, and everyone would be dressed in black.
The inspiration would be attributed to how the screens looked so eerie during the blackout, and the Lehman Brother's Building Screens. There would be speculation that the work was attributed to the my unending homesickness for Alaska. But I would never confirm such a matter - wanting to keep that to myself.
The press would interview my Alaskan relatives and ask questions concerning my relationship with nature and modern science. My parents would tell of the observation journal I kept of the squirrels in the backyard, and that other than that - she was fairly normal - biked around the neighborhood a lot. kept to herself.
The title has yet to be decided. Electric Vista is too cheesy.

Well my favorite band of 2003 - Queens of the Stone Age has released a new one this week. The album is called The Desert Sessions, and features my fave female - Polly Jean Harvey.
Here is a picture of Mark. He is equally obessed with Queens, and looks a little like Josh Homme.

Dear Miss Modern Age & the people that make up the reason why you always refer to yourself as "we." :

When I saw your site yesterday, my first reaction was "what?! o god, how retarded." Also, not putting a link to take the readers to the archives? Yawn. You had a great site. Try not to get caught up in the "Its Just Not Cool to be Appreciated and Recognized" movement. Just do your thing. Obviously people enjoyed your thing, and there is nothing wrong with that. How upsetting and borderline annoying.

Confused reader with a furrowed brow,
Anise

In other news: My roommate James opened my door drunk again at 3am. My coworker just pointed out that "he made it all the way home... why couldnt he make those last few steps to his door??" Good point. I think I am going to send him a message CC ing "roommatefreaks@nypd.com" to get his attention that he can't keep barging into my room drunk at 3am. It aint right.

I just woke up from a dream where Elijah Wood was missing. He had been captured by Lord of the Rings fanatics. The ransom was something like the actual ring used in the movies - something like that. The captors were working in Middle Earth codes, and leaving clues around the country as to his whereabouts. When I left the dream, The Today Show was interviewing Woods' roommate - the chubby hobbit - (the one that everyone thinks Elijah is screwing), and giving the update on the latest clue. Very interesting dream. So interesting in fact, that I was 15 minutes late to work.

My brother and I leave concert messages for each other. This week, he beat out any message I have ever left him, by recording The Flaming Lips covering Seven Nation Army. Congrats Joshie.

Sometimes when I read other people posts - instead of hearing the author's voice, I hear that historical voice belonging to the narrator of all the Ken/Ric Burns documentaries. The voice has become my default voice, when I cannot hear the author's voice. Try this with me. Read my post again, and then state the author & date at the end just like the narrator. Its fun.
narrator drill:
{some kind of orchestral/American spiritual music slowly fades}
Sometimes when I read other people posts - instead of hearing the author's voice, I hear that historical voice belonging to the narrator of all the Ken/Ric Burns movies.
Anise. 2003."
{same orchestral/American spiritual music ensues}
Did it work?

My favorite movie trailers:
LOTR TROTK
elephant
love, actually
anything else
big fish
american splendor

On Saturday I am going to view art from the Middle Ages with a boy who sports the last name of "Pagan".
I see that being incredibly appropriate.

Request to Bloggers: Stop referring to yourself using the universal "we". Me thinks this is borderline schitzo.

Oh boy, its full fledge fall in New Hampshire. I feel a leaf peeking road trip on the horizon.

This is pretty fun. Incredible to realize that aside from midtown, things have not really changed since 1935.

One thing I love about the Upper East Side is riding the bus with the old people. I love that they talk to me, and ask me questions. I love when they just state their opinion and tell me all about how it used to be.
Also, living uptown during the autumn months is such a treat because of the close proximity to Central Park. I was thinking that no other neighborhood in the city has made me feel more like a New Yorker. It was after all, the first neighborhood in Manhattan built specifically for residents. I am glad to be back on the Upper East Side, and am shocked to find myself even thinking those words.

Forget Madison Square Garden, The Merce Cunningham Dance Company will be dancing to Radiohead and Sigur Ros – live of course, and of course the tickets are sold out. The piece they will be performing is called Split Sides, the venue is the Brooklyn Academy of Music.

Why is Dr. Phil telling America how to lose weight?

Well, I just joined Tribe.net, in hopes of finding a few good pieces of antique furniture. Tribe.net is a place where people trade what they have, or advertise for swaps. Stuff like that. Its like Craigslist and Friendster mixed up. I am excited about being back in my cute apartment, and would like to fill it with nice furniture. Here is a guy that I found on the network, that was advertising his love for shoes at Bootism.com.

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Dudes. So I have been fiddling around with Robin's iPod, and have to say that I am now addicted. I was at the bookstore this weekend trying to find a comprehensive book about site design, and the like - when I stumbled upon a cool book about iPod secrets. Needless, I felt like this some was something I should report on for all my iPod lovers out there. Here is where you can get the book. Its great. It shows pictures of the author-nerd-geek-o-rama taking apart his pod, and showing you how to jack the harddrive up to 4 gigs. God I love that last sentence.

Other than being filmed in the PATH Station, "The Hardest Button to Button" video does not really make me satisfied. I think that they should have filmed it in a house in the midwest showing a couple fighting, trying to button the hardest button.

Yesterday afternoon, I got stranded on my roof. The cops had to get us down. I felt like a cat.

a couple photo's i took on my lunch break today: