Wishing this paper would melt, thaw, and resolve it self into a dew

So instead, I’m procrastinating. Presenting my tweet cloud:

Too Far

This also makes me question the purpose of Jewish Journalism (more than usual that is.)

The most absurd part is probably reason number 5:

Thanks for clearing that up for me!

Oh. And we travel in style.

Admit it. You’re jealous:

Yes. All twelve of us fit in the car. No. It didn't beep when we backed up.

More pictures from the evening after the jump

Happy Thanksgiving

Last year Thanksgiving was just me, Jack, and Laura. My parents were in Israel for a wedding and Eddie and Dani were at her parents. We were going to go to Chicago, but didn’t for some reason. Wednesday night, as a joke (at the time), we went to see Twilight to make fun of it… so of course last night we saw New Moon.

Anyway, back to Thanksgiving. We decided (well it was probably just me) to make a Native American themed vegetarian feast. It was great fun. We even got dressed up.

Doesn't that look good?

Jack and Laura got into it with their outfits.

Where exactly do you expect me to play this?

Finally, after more than three years, I’ve figured out how to use the Columbia Library system. (Turns out it’s super cool and we have access to just about everything. They also have a blog, because, let’s face it, everyone has a blog these days. Too bad I lose all that access come May.) Probably because I’m a philosophy major I’ve never really had to take any books out for papers (this compares to my former roommate Sarah B who had her own mini library in her room.)

Anyway. Of course this time it wasn’t for a book either. I needed a CD for my music hum class. (I wanted to listen to one of the symphonies Marit and I heard last week.) Perhaps because I’ve never really used CLIO (this is a lie. I’m exaggerating! I do go to college and I do my homework for the most part!) what I requested from offsite wasn’t a CD. It was a vinyl record. That’s right. As in the current decoration of 812.

In my shock, I asked the librarian what I was supposed to do with it. She began to explain how to use a phonograph, I interrupted her to explain that I actually was planning on burning the piece so I could listen to it on Ipod, at which point she told me that burning was illegal and not permitted with library property. I quietly exited.

This was yesterday. Today I got an email that the “CD” was now available in Dodge. Alas. It too was a record. What is the deal?? (Thankfully this librarian knew how to use CLIO and found me a CD version.)

I wanted to ask the librarian (both times) to take a picture of me with the record, but I decided that was too strange, even for me.

Clearly I’m just procrastinating

Otherwise there would really be no reason for me to post about my most recent bike ride.

Basically, Gabe and I are seeing The Royal Family on Tuesday night (slash I think it’s bashert… look who took this picture—of course only Laura—yes Laura I’m going to tag you for that—[and maybe Eddie and Jack, but they don't read this blog] will get this), and I found out that if we just go to the box office we don’t have to pay the almost $10 (EACH!) in handling/processing what not. That’s a lot of money! So I decided to bike down and pick up the tickets this afternoon.

This is probably as illegal as texting while you drive, but I've started taking photos as I bike... not the best idea, but still, it was pretty.

And just in case you didn’t believe me… I couldn’t ask someone in Times Square to take my photo, so I took this shot instead. You’ll recognize my bike from this post, or maybe this one. There’s also always the wicker basket.

This post also made me realize that I don’t have a theater tag. Alas. I shall start one now. I should probs get more creative on the tag front though…

You learn something new every day

Let me just preface by saying that I am, very possibly, the worst speller in the world. Or, at least the worst speller who wants to make writing/editing her career. Anyway. Keep that in mind.

So the other day at work I was doing some research. I can’t tell you about the story, but it involved orangutans. That’s right. Orangutan WITHOUT a g. I had a mini freak-out and consulted the dictionary (one of those online ones that will say the word if you click on the little speaker… very helpful). Turns out I’ve been spelling and pronouncing that word incorrectly for the past however many years. Then again, how many other times in my life have I talked about orangutans?

When I brought this up with just about everyone I saw this weekend, most people brought up this commercial… but still! At no point do they mispronounce the word! Where did this strange mistake originate?

The Observer is very entertaining

While technically not a text (this came in the form of a phone call from my mom as I attempt to write a book review in IAB) still blog worthy. As I ponder my future, I leave you with this. I feel so in the know…

Showtime at the Apollo

Last night, thanks to spontaneity and a random deal, Laura and I ventured uptown (though it would be more fun to breakout in song at this point with “Goin’ Downtown”) to the Apollo to see Dreamgirls for a super meta experience. While the plot is less than compelling, the costume (and wig) changes were phenomenal, as were the songs/dances, of course. Laura even danced (while sitting, I might add) during the subway home. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a good clip for “Step into the bad side.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself

Perhaps even better than our wine and ice cream parties (who am i kidding, what could be better than wine and ice cream) will be the reunion of our chevruta. Woohoo second semester seniors and woohoo Talmud.

Tali’s reasons for taking the class:

How are Calley and Jess ever going to catch up?