Frankie Manning passed away this morning. He was 94. Don't know who that is? Allow me to refresh your memory. Also, this article probably explains him better than I did.
(Edited on 4/28: This nice tribute appeared in The New York Times Dance Section today.)
Now go hug somebody you love.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Boys Will Be Boys
We found this in our mailbox yesterday morning:
Translation for those who can't read the handwriting:
Dear girls upstairs,
Last night some idiots were throwing bags of trash around, and one landed on your front porch. If you could, please kindly put that bag out on the curb with the trash on Monday. Thanks!
--Guys at 818
The "guys at 818" live in the house next door to ours. After we got this note, we looked out onto our second-story balcony, and sure enough there was a big bag of smelly trash sitting there all casual-like, as though it had been there forever.
How much money do you want to bet that the "idiots" who were "throwing bags of trash around" were actually the (very drunk) boys next door?
Their aim was impressive. It's not easy to heave a heavy bag of trash onto someone's second-floor balcony. They get major bonus points for doing it while intoxicated.
Oh, the joys of living next to frat boys...
Translation for those who can't read the handwriting:
Dear girls upstairs,
Last night some idiots were throwing bags of trash around, and one landed on your front porch. If you could, please kindly put that bag out on the curb with the trash on Monday. Thanks!
--Guys at 818
The "guys at 818" live in the house next door to ours. After we got this note, we looked out onto our second-story balcony, and sure enough there was a big bag of smelly trash sitting there all casual-like, as though it had been there forever.
How much money do you want to bet that the "idiots" who were "throwing bags of trash around" were actually the (very drunk) boys next door?
Their aim was impressive. It's not easy to heave a heavy bag of trash onto someone's second-floor balcony. They get major bonus points for doing it while intoxicated.
Oh, the joys of living next to frat boys...
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
You Know It's Going to Be a Rough Day When...
...you set a loaf of bread on your stovetop on the exact same burner that one of your roommates accidentally left turned on.
Don't try this at home, kids. You know those plastic bags that bread comes packaged in? Those are flammable. I learned the hard way.
(In case you were wondering, I'm fine and the apartment is still standing. However, the loaf of bread and my dignity are not doing so well.)
Don't try this at home, kids. You know those plastic bags that bread comes packaged in? Those are flammable. I learned the hard way.
(In case you were wondering, I'm fine and the apartment is still standing. However, the loaf of bread and my dignity are not doing so well.)
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Who Knew?
This morning my roommates and I were talking about bugs, specifically which ones bother us the most/least. I mentioned that flies are least offensive to me, whereupon my roommates informed me that flies throw up every time they land on something. (And by "throw up," apparently that means "rub their legs together vigorously.")
First of all, eww. Second of all, am I the last person on earth to just find out about this? How come I am the only person in my apartment who did not know this fact? People, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME THESE THINGS?!
First of all, eww. Second of all, am I the last person on earth to just find out about this? How come I am the only person in my apartment who did not know this fact? People, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME THESE THINGS?!
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