last transmission on the midnight radio

bon voyage, blogspot.

we are back to our old digs now.

snow!!!

evelyn, mindy and i went to flea market for dinner, where we indulged in wine and delicious french food. i had trout with roasted almonds. it was delicious. afterwards we decided that we were still hungry and went to cafe orlin for latkes and tea. then we headed over to jenny's cafe for edamame, but they were closed! so we went to teany, but alas, they were closed as well.

it is snowing in new york. this is a severe understatement. it is gusting snow everywhere. the streets are hushed. cars are barely moving. we loved it. we jumped into fresh snow banks. we sang "singin' in the snow." we went up to the roof of my building and made snow angels and had a snowball fight. we pushed snow over the ledge of the roof. all snow, all the time.

according to the forecast, this is only the beginning. i'm looking forward to even more snow tomorrow.

homer simpson

lately i am either perpetually hungry or completely lacking in appetite.

yesterday, sammi and i made more shrimp pasta at about six. we had two servings each. i took a nap, then i cleaned for a bit. by midnight i was hungry again and i had mushroom toast and a pear.

today we went for dim sum. i had a little bit of everything plus practically an entire plate of clams. it was a lot of food. still, i was hungry afterwards. three hours later, i could really go for wonton noodles and a hot dog with fries. and more clams. plus some calamari, followed by sole with lemon sauce and spinach. a thick soup would be nice. ten don (tempura over rice) too. i could eat all of this in one sitting. i need to be let loose in a buffet with multi-culti cuisine.

one should practice restraint, but if you're never full, how can you not eat?

this is coming after a week when i lived on practically nothing and didn't care. that's probably why i'm so hungry now. i have a high metabolism where i get hungry approximately every two hours, but this is ridiculous. one should not be hungry immediately after eating a meal.

The anti-war protest today in New York City was amazing. I know I overuse that word quite a bit, but I can't think of any other way to describe it. There were people everywhere with banners and placards. Because the permit for a march had been denied, what essentially ended up happening were a lot of feeder marches. The whole city was on the march. Sammi and I cabbed it up to our meeting spot--we were late meeting our friends because I overslept!--and we had to get off ten streets away because the traffic was not moving anywhere. On the way up we saw our neighborhood represented in a long feeder march: The Lower East Side Against War.

Our cab driver asked us, "Do you really think you can stop Bush? I don't think so." Being snarky, I replied, "Well, that's why we're going, and you're not." For me, going to this protest was not necessarily about making a direct change, but simply to show support. To not be apathetic. To take a personal stand.

The streets immediately near the rally site were blocked off, so we had to keep walking north before we could head east. At first there was enough room for one car lane, but as we walked further and further to find a street that wasn't barricated off, the march took over the streets. It was a very diverse crowd. Most of the people were ordinary folks. I saw young Hispanics, grandmothers, punks, a Japanese contigent.

For the most part, as far as I could see at least, most of the protestors and the police were patient with each other. Every so often someone would suggest that the crowd storm a barricade, but mostly people shouted, "Whose streets? Our streets!" so that we could move onto the next block. We were all concerned with being counted in the overall rally, since there was such a complex assembly of barricades and blocked streets that parts of the crowd were cut off from others for blocks.

The best sign that I saw equated Bush, Cheney, Powell, and Rumsfield with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. There was also a sign for "Party People For Peace." I don't know about you, but that's a position I can definitely get behind.

If we can have this much interest, this much energy, for the next election, then we can REALLY make a change. (Of course I'm saying this hypocritically, as I haven't even bothered to get my citizenship since I turned 18 and became eligible for citizenship.)

Let's hear it for the anti-war movement: U.S., Britain Reworking Iraq Resolution

More accounts:

nyc.indymedia.org
--running account of the day
--gallery

New York Times
--From New York to Melbourne, Protest Against War on Iraq
--Wide Range of Ages, Races and Parties Unite on Iraq
--Reminiscent of the 60's; Mainstream to the Core
--In Word, Song and Sign, an Emphatic No to Invasion of Iraq

I Love Everything Boards
--So let's talk about the protest (international accounts)

BBC
--In pictures: World rallies against war

I think everyone I know is sick and tired of me talking about this, but it can't hurt to say it again.

The World Says No to War: Anti-War Rally this Saturday at Noon!

Saturday, February 15th
New York City
Assemble at noon
First Avenue stretching north from 49th Street

The New York protest has NOT been cancelled. The march was denied a permit, but the demonstration is still going to go on.

more info:
--united for peace
--indymedia (has information on what to do if you are arrested or searched)
--new york demonstration
--protests around the world

village voice:
--don't fence them in
--when peace is a threat
--cornered! marching in a melancholy time

the guardian (uk):
--10 million join world protest rallies
--can the march change anything?
--coverage of the anti-war movement

Ask

Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to

Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ?

Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ?

Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together

Nature is a language - can't you read ?
Nature is a language - can't you read ?

SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together

If it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb
Then it's the Bomb
That will bring us together

SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Oh, la ...

And...would you like to marry me, and would you like to buy the ring?

Happy Singles Awareness Day, darlings!

While I'm here I just want to say that I LOVE YOU, FRANK O'HARA. That is all, thank you.

Inexplicable

Right now, I want to run up to a guy and scream, "Show us your tits!" at him. It's been a few weeks since I last said this to someone.

I don't know why I want to do this.

I suspect I'm disturbed.

We know who should stay far, far away.

The mysterious package

In my mailbox today there was a small and mysterious envelope. I didn't recognize the handwriting. The stamp declared the envelope as hailing from England, but there was no return address.

There was a short note sealing the little envelope: "Hey Fiona, Hope you enjoy this! Best wishes, S..." The rest of the signature was illegible.

Who would send me a small something from England?

Although he was the most likely culprit, it wasn't PJ because it wasn't his handwriting.

Was it Stella? But she was studying in Versailles and we hadn't talked since she had left.

Joanna? But she had studied in Amsterdam and hadn't mentioned a trip to London.

I opened up the package. I was still mystified. There was only a little Real Tuesday Weld EP with a Quicktime animation. I didn't think there was someone who knew me so well that they would send me a Tuesday Weld E.P. from England.

It took me five minutes to remember that when I had e-mailed The Real Tuesday Weld way back in November, he had asked if I wanted to receive the Tuesday Weld holiday greeting. Of course I did. Here it was.

Thanks ever so much, Stephen! It's great!

Joe Millionaire is hilarious. I wish I'd seen this from the beginning. There are even little porno flick subtitles. *cries*

The butler rules this bitch!

can i just say that i love both of my sisters very much? because they are cute and fuzzy and they always make me laugh with their silliness.

hmmm, i just made them sound like a bunch of stuffed animals. to be honest i think that's what they actually are. stuffed animals pretending to be humans!

still, i have the best sisters in the world.

Yesterday B and I made shrimp and vegetable pasta with a butter sauce and accentuated with paprika. (This is a great combination.) We steamed the veggies in chicken broth and lemon juice. The whole dish unbelievably good.

We learned how to peel and devein shrimp. It was not as hard as I thought. However, chopping off shrimp heads and then slitting their little bodies and pulling out the vein is not exactly what one could call "a good time."

For Friday I'm thinking of attempting stuffed clams. All I think about is food nowadays!

Maybe tomorrow I will attempt to make okonomiyaki with shrimp.

(entry before this was deleted, but I didn't republish! okay so i'm a stupid bitter old broad.)

i just read that neil tennant and boy george got in a fight in a bathroom over eminem. oh. my. god. does that not conjure up some HIGHLY disturbing images, or what?

does any one remember the website that had unsent letters* every day? it was kind of like bittersweet.org (if anyone remembers that wonderful website). why doesn't anyone do things like this any more, these wonderful conceptual writing sites? there used to be several unsent letters sites, bittersweet.org (small bittersweet moments), the five minutes to midnight site (about the five minutes before the world ended), stories about songs, and the best one of all, crush.nu. the glassdog network used to have a whole bunch of these, but now the network is gone as well. nowadays there's the ticketstubs project. are there any more that i'm not aware of?

*addendum: i found it! sothere.com