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32 verses of Torah

Is it awful that my cat pisses me off with her incessant whining? Is it awful that instead of enjoying her company, sometimes I just want her to shut up? I don't think this is awful because I felt this way about other animals who just won't shut the crap up. She just doesn't stop whining. All. The time. I'm trying to ignore her whining and only pay attention to her when she's quiet, but it's hard. I tried, when she whined particularly loud, to pick her up and play with her annoyingly in a way that I know she doesn't like so that she thinks that this is the way that I react to her bellowing. Didn't work.

Tonight she scratched me really hard because she wanted to play, but because I am sleepy and cranky I kind of got pissed off. And my reaction was to calmly sit down, restrain her, and clip her toenails. I clipped almost all of the nails on her front toes and she was pretty still throughout it all, and then I let her go.

I guess that's a good reaction to that situation. I felt satisfied anyway. Becuase next time she scratches at me to play, it won't hurt, and I won't get pissed off.

Now she doesn't really want anything to do with me and that's okay for tonight. I kind of want my space. Tomorrow is another day.

I spent a lot of time at work doing things I should have waited until tomorrow to do. But I'm the kind of person who puts off for tomorrow what could be done today, and these things had been put off so many times for work that I just sat down and did them already. But now I feel guilty. So I'll probably be going in tomorrow for work. Damnitoll.

Not that anyone cares, as long as something gets done.

I'm reading 32 verses of Torah for a teen retreat that I am staffing in 6 weeks.

Thanksgiving vacation was good, but I am glad to be back in sunny warm Houston. I played Mahj tonight, hung out with the girls that I kind of know but still don't know that well, and watched taped Lost. I kind of like that show because it's getting predictable in its unpredictableness. I totalled called what happened between Sawyer and Kate, which was completely uncallable from the information they gave you in the trailer. But I called it. Because it was outlandish.

I'm not afraid to read the 32 verses, but I've never had more than 12 at a time. Luckily I have six weeks to learn them. Unluckily, I know I will wait until the week before and they will be craptacular.

But I really need for them to be good because until now everyone has only heard of my mysterious Torah-reading abilities. I put it on my resume. So it has to be good.

My cat is amusing herself and staying relatively quiet so I'm going to bed.




Good night, y'all.

Random snipplets of my life:

- tonight I made 5 fingers and 25 eyes out of copper wire. And three paperclips [that are being used as paperclips and will be distributed as paperclips - ah my art reaches the masses] and a little wire cat. out of copper wire.

- I'm obsessed with a 30sec movie called "Rock Deception" made by 6th graders that no longer exists to the world but in my head.

- I was offered a free cat today.

- My bedtime ritual makes me want to go to bed about as much as my wake-up ritual makes me want to wake up.

- I'm playing softball on Thursday for "Crude Intentions" but I've never played in my life and I don't know how to play catch.

- RenFest on Saturday with people I only know through my boyfriend, except my boyfriend won't be there.

- I discovered riding around in golf carts at midnight is one of the most fun things to do sober.

- I went to the hospital for the first time since my brother was born. I saw a man with blood all over himself, bleeding from the head. I saw people hooked up to machines. I heard lots of rhythmic beeping. I was freaked out.

- My new obsession is polaroid photos.

- I hate wearing a stud in my nose because sometimes it feels like there's a booger in there but really it's just the back of the stud tickling my nostril. I hate it. I'm going to change to a hoop for when I go home for a week.

- I'm looking forward to being at home only slightly more than I am looking forward to doing my bedtime ritual. The only plus is that I get to see my friends, but that's only if they actually keep their plans with me. Part of the reason I'm dreading going home is that I'm dreading making plans with people who flake out on me when I only have 2 days to see everyone.

- I haven't done as much art work as I would have liked to have done at this point.

- I haven't been to as many gallery openings as I would have liked to at this point.

- I'm not homesick anymore, but I still feel lonely here.

- At least I'm not the only one who gets ridiculously annoyed at []. But luckily my irritation was confirmed, my fears were validated, and I can move on with my life without feeling like I'm overreacting.

Good night y'all.


Nov 9

Happy Birthday to me :)


New Print Twedsday

So for my printmaking exchange where I had to do 10 editions of a print, I decided to combine two old blocks (since I hadn't started on a new one and I have to mail them off by Friday). So here it is.

I think it looks neat. It almost looks like they were meant to be together.

Also, I have a really cute photo of my cat and my boyfriend.

I just have to send that around because I love that photo so much. I think I might get it printed so I can put it in a frame n stuff. My cat is huge. She's between 7 and 8 pounds and she's only six months old. She's not even fat. She's also a ham. Strike a pose.

And what can I say, I like the hairy dudes. Although he hasn't had a haircut in almost a month and it's getting all shaggy and not-so-wonderful. Although I guess it's hard to find a Jewish guy who isn't hairy, so it's a good thing I like the hairyness (chest hair did surprise me the first time I saw it though, being that I dated the goyim for a while before this one).

Work is full of unnecessary drama. It's almost getting to the point where I hate to go into the building. It doesn't help that my office is a terrible mess. It doesn't help that I kind of feel at odds with everyone ever that I come across. Where I hate to check my voicemail because I know it's going to be this ridiculous "OMG TZIPI EMERGENCY CALLMEBACKRIGHTNOW KTHNX" thing, where it's really not an emergency, where everyone knows I hate the phone and never really return calls unless it's to parents...

I had to send out an unfortunate letter to my collegues today telling them to stop undermining my authority in front of the kids. I'm sure they're laughing at me behind my back. Or maybe that's just paranoia. Maybe I need more of that paranoia because I thought everything was fine until I got reports from the kids that they were trashing me behind my back. I'm trying to get over that obsessive "everyone's talking behind my back" crap that I had all through high school... but I think the fact is that people are talking behind my back. Everyone talks behind other people's backs. I mean, hell, I do it. But I try to do it without mentioning names or really specific circumstances (ie: so that I can vent the general idea without technically crossing the line into some serious lshon hara. But it's a technicality. I should have been a rabbi.

I'm sleepy which is why this doesn't make sense. I just wanted to post the pictures.

It's after midnight so it's not Tuesday but it doesn't really count as Wednesday yet. Twedsday.