My hero

30Sep09


I have been doing that all effing night, and I hate it.

But I’ve rewarded myself by scanning a bunch of adorable pictures of me and my dad.

 

That little chunk is me

That little chunk is me

My dad and the chunk

My dad and the chunk

My dad, the doll, and I all have the same hairstyle

My dad, the doll, and I all have the same hairstyle


FUTURENIECE

16Sep09

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This is the first scan I made of the polaroids (technically they’re from a fuji camera) I took this weekend visiting FUTURENIECE. She was three and a half days old in this picture. Born on 09/09/09, 7 lbs, 15 oz, 20 inches long.



The Haranas Family Thanksgiving Talent Show is at 0:38 and 0:42, look for mharanas at the lower left!


I officially hate tourists again.

I was outside smoking on 34th Street near the corner of 5th, alongside some fellow worker bees and a huge mass of tourists. Suddenly a little person walked by, and several of the middle-aged tourists started shrieking, pointing and laughing a midget! A midget!

One of my fellow smokers interrupted, telling them how rude it was (using a nasty word or two), and thus ensued a yelling match between the smokers and tourists.  We cursed at them, telling them to behave and to respect the people who live here, and they yelled at us, saying us that they didn’t spend all the money they did to come here to be cursed at.   (Best line “Lady, you’re wearing a fucking fanny pack and no one is pointing and laughing at you!”)

Listen up, tourists!  You are guests in this city and we usually love having you here.  You spend oodles of money which helps to keep our economy afloat.  You sometimes even make us realize how much we take for granted in this city. As long as you respect us, we will be courteous hosts.

But please!  Fucking behave yourselves! You’re in midtown Manhattan.  A city with over 8 million people.  I know that’s difficult to fathom, what with your hometown consisting of little more than 500 people, most in your immediate family.  Yes, we have little people in this city.  We also have people in wheelchairs, people with prosthetic limbs, people on skateboards, people with tattoos, bald people, people with funny colored hair, blind people and albinos.  We have Pakistanis, Indians, Hasidic Jews (all kinds of Jews, in fact), Palestinians, Russians, Italians, Latinos, Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Greeks, Norwegians, Egyptians, Saudi Arabians, Philippinos, Koreans, and Iranians.

Oh, and we also have black people.  But I doubt that you are going to point and laugh at black people.


One of my best friends Ally is in a band called Beluga.  A store in Japan recently ordered 500 copies of a 7-inch, and below is the review translated by google:

Women’s self-produced band the US’s seven-inch reach. Women’s playing at a bar in Brooklyn, led by a very attractive blonde daughter Isabelle to the Courtney Love look like a four man drum + BELUGA. It looks like a baby, honey, the lyrics of the volley DONNAS Bitch sounds like your humor. Members also looks perfect too perfect, this is THE LIKE in the form of a break. Only 500 copies.

Download a bunch of songs for free!!


the Danger Cup

07Aug09

I brew the coffee in the office every morning, and I make a mean effing pot. I once proclaimed, after several people grumbled about how strong it is “I like my coffee like an oil slick, black, thick, and able to kill massive amounts of marine life.” Now, the real trick is to get the first cup of the first drips, when the pot hasn’t completely brewed yet. The cup where little gold bubbles appear on the sides of your mug as you pour it. This is the most potent coffee of the day, what I like to call the danger cup. It’s pretty much like drinking four espressoes. And it tastes divine.