spring cleaning: a rebirth.

tHrOw It iN pArK. that's right. it's april 7th. it's 72 degrees in midtown according to weather.com. spring is here. which means as long as i am stuck at this pain in the ass day job, the season of central park lunch breaks is on. today's stroll took me up past the wollman rink, which i was surprised to find is still open. i was still more surprised to see all the people ice skating. i'm sorry, but what the fuck is wrong with you? it's spring. you missed skating season. give up the ghost, retire the skates, and go smell the daffodils or something.

seEdLinG. an idea was born today. a new venture decided upon. it's exciting. but that is all the authorities will let me say about it.

wHeN i GrOw uP. i've been doing a lot of thinking lately about what i want to be when i grow up and how i can make it happen. will i ever make it happen? am i doing enough to make it happen? how can i do more? and, i think in a misguided attempt to be helpful, someone asked me what the very first thing i wanted to be when i grew up was. well, that would be mary magdalene. that's right, as a little girl i had an odd obsession with the rock opera jesus christ superstar and i wanted to be the slut who fell for jesus who couldn't love her back, at least not in the way she wanted. no further comment is necessary i think.

sOmEtHinG tO lOoK fOrWaRd tO. spoon in june.