the only thing worse than being too hot?

being too cold.

in a building this old, my heat, err, steam comes from con ed. and in a building this old, there are only two settings: on, and off.

all night? on.

after my shower, after cleaning and getting all worked up, i opened a window and aired the place out.

now? off. you could hang meat in here. and it's all my fault... if i only kept the warmth in... instead i went from africa to, um, iceland in about 10 minutes. now i'm stuck here...

this doesn't bode well for next week...

so my alarm goes off this morning, and i have an epiphany

i have my radio set to n.p.r., and they had some canned footage of our venerable president spewing some crap about family values, bla bla bla, per usual. and i happened to think, what if i made up a drinking game with some popular bushisms?

family values: take a drink.
install freedom for the iraqi people: take two drinks.
weapons of mass destruction: take a drink.
between a man and a woman: finish your drink.

i could go on and on, but why devote any more time to him than this? i just need to work out the rules. i'll get back to you all.

happy, happy...

...birthday mancat...

i love you, baby! happy birthday! cheers to all good things on this day, and always!

:-)

they didn't try very hard, did they.

went to the lincoln center tree lighting and festival today. the food was lovely, the bands nice (some odd...) but the tree was nothing short of tragic. while i try to stay out of the gutter, think of the shape of a gents, um, thing: same size shaft, blunt top that curves. well, picture that as a christmas tree with mono-chromatic lights this bizarre blue-white color. oh, and there was a hunk taken out toward the bottom. the designer is clearly an alcoholic.

thankfully, i'm pretty sure that my tax dollars didn't pay for it. that's something, at least.

it's terrible. you simply MUST go see it.

upon closer introspection,

and for the record:

there are NO spa monkeys in iceland.

there IS a little gay scene there.

there is NO backpacking to be had unless i drive on the one road (named 'highway one,' of course,) and go to the OTHER 'city.' therefore, i will be backpacking in reykjavik. there are no railroads there, either. who knew.

there IS a fabu christmas scene. i picked a great time to be there, but there are flash blizzards. eh, these things happen.

there is NO chance of running into bjork: she doesn't live there anymore :-(

there IS a chance reykjavik may be more expensive than new york.

there ARE only four guides for iceland. about 300 each for london, moscow, and beijing. a sign?

oddly, i know more people who HAVE gone to iceland than london, moscow, and beijing. never would have seen that one coming, huh.