December 2009
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A little list of the top 10 Scams of 2009. Those damn Robocallers tried to play me but I threw them on the grrrround!
“Alana Marie Has Eaten All the Kettle Chips: Loss and Food in the 21st Century”
—Every now and then a phrase crosses my path or mind and I think “That would be a hilarious title for a memoir”. I rarely write them down so I’m going to start again.
“Giovanni Ribisi’s speech about just exactly what the corporation was doing on Pandora, and just exactly what everyone’s individual role in this particular expedition would be, was pretty useful and pretty hilarious. “We are on this planet to get this rock, called unobtainium (UNOBTAINIUM!) which is worth four giggleplexes of dollars per ounce and the aliens are in the way and you’re going to help me get rid of the aliens in the next three months or else I am going to kill the aliens, but one might imagine that were anyone to try and stop me from killing the aliens that it would make quite a thrilling and narratively satisfying climax to this story. Have I made myself clear?” Crystal, Giovanni Ribisi. Crystal.”
—Videogum splits my sides once again. So dead on. So much disregard for grammar in a way that is somehow endearing.
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Sun Travel, or the Magical Transportation Powers of the Sun
Sometimes the sun shines in this magical way and I feel as if I could open my door and step out onto a Manhattan street full of sounds and people (and smells!). I don’t know what it is or why it is.
This morning, I was laying in bed and the sun was shining through the curtains and I felt for certain - in that hazy state between asleep and awake - that New York was outside my window. I smiled. Just as I thought to myself, “I’ll go open the door and see what the weather’s like out there,” I remembered where I was.
Canada.
But just the thought that maybe, somehow, I’d awakened from a long, long dream and was (in the future? in the past? in another reality?) actually in New York was enough to keep the dreamy smile on my face.
How can a city so vast, so ceaselessly changing, so full of variety - a city that can’t be defined in a single word but is made up of a multitude of people types and ideas - have such a grip on your heart?
There are also times when the daylight, with maybe a slight threat of rain, makes me feel as if I’m walking along the River Liffy in Dublin on my way to catch the bus to the IMMA or down a cobblestone street in Temple Bar on my way to that café where I used to get the best potato and leek soup you’ve ever tasted. And I was barely there a month!
I think the magic of Dublin is a bit truer for me, even if it is smaller. I’ve never seen it romanticised in books or movies (not that it hasn’t been) so I know that my experience is my own and not influenced by outside forces.
Either way, I love those moments and, I guess, I thought it’d be nice to share. :)
“Have a verry, Merry Christmas!”
—I just realized I wrote this on many a Christmas card yesterday. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the late hour. What do I do? Can I pass this off as a joke? A pun?
