tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35809602011-06-08T02:52:23.353-04:00pinkhairthingIt's going to be pink. It might be about my hair. It will be a thing.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.comBlogger1141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1165168775986517342006-12-03T12:32:00.000-05:002006-12-03T12:59:36.000-05:00I just finished Howard's End and I would like to share a few quotes with the three of you."Like many others who have lived long in a great capital, she had strong feelings about the various railway termini. They are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return. In Paddington, all Cornwall is latent; down the inclines of pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1158517475682340082006-09-17T14:05:00.000-04:002006-09-17T14:24:35.770-04:00Part 4:The UpshotI just realized I posted "Part 4: Los Angeles" when I had specifically stated that part 4 would be "the upshot". As it turns out, the upshot is proving elusive. After a summer of travelling pretty much everywhere and checking in with pretty much everyone - from my very oldest trusted friends to my newest friends, and even a psychic - I have come to a few conclusions which might pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1155093669026636472006-08-08T23:18:00.000-04:002006-08-08T23:21:09.036-04:00PART IV:Los AngelesJust got back from Cerris and Caley's USA wedding weekend, and all I have to say right now is:Amazing grace, I love your face.I love you in your nightie.When the moonlight flitsAcross your titsOh Jesus Christ Almighty.I miss you all tremendously.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1152201858764870352006-07-06T12:03:00.000-04:002006-07-06T20:17:30.513-04:00PART THREE: CornwallAt some point in Cornwall, I looked over at Matt and said, “People are going to ask us about our trip, and we are going to say, ‘it was great!’” I was sad when I said this, because Cornwall was so many things, and I don’t think great covers it, and I don’t think I can approximate it, but I promised a part 3, so here it is.The train ride was magnificent. We met up with Tim, pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1151251172760515802006-06-25T11:57:00.000-04:002006-06-25T11:59:32.773-04:00PART II: LONDONMatt and I arrived in London after a very fun flight with Eleanor, the party stewardess, who asked us if we wanted wine with our beer. Eleanor understands midnight ocean crossings. I watched a good movie about a bride falling in love with a woman at her wedding. That’s kind of how I felt about Eleanor.On the ground, the tube was snafu. We ended up taking something like 3 buses and pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1150982728036444362006-06-22T09:21:00.000-04:002006-06-22T09:25:28.050-04:00Part 1: Connie and LancePart II: LondonPart III: CornwallPart IV: The UpshotPart I: Connie and LanceWell I haven’t been blogging in a long time because I haven’t had anything to say. That statement should send a chill through the heart of anyone who knows me even peripherally. The thing is, I have been mostly working and doing little else and I can’t really talk about my work in a public forum. pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1135015356124737982005-12-19T12:57:00.000-05:002005-12-19T13:02:36.133-05:00So my stapes bones had an inferiority complex, being the smallest little bones around, and decided to grow enormous stalagtites of calcium on themselves. They thusly grew large and mighty, but at the expense of function. Therefore, my right ear is now bionic, and on Wednesday, I am going in to have my left ear bionicized as well. It is not fun, there is general anaesthesia and a night at the pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1130263319186768232005-10-25T14:00:00.000-04:002005-10-25T14:01:59.193-04:00Just take one minute and ask yourself if you ever did one thing in your life where it was just a simple act of, as ee cummings put it, there is some shit I will not eat. Because Rosa Parks did it one day, she just couldn't eat the shit anymore. Not an ambitious world changer, just a world changer.Take one more minute and remember her.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1125360352788133062005-08-29T19:57:00.000-04:002005-08-29T20:08:53.890-04:00Dear Pinky, How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Rool-Tootsie Pop?Signed,Frustrated Tootsie LickerMy Dear Boy,First of all, one can only assume you meant Tootsie Roll, as we hear at pinkhairthing have never seen nor licked a rool of any variety. Next, my Duck, Pinky doesn't just lick at it like some fawn at a salt-stand... (You know, what I was about to write is so pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1119206574082223762005-06-19T14:26:00.000-04:002006-06-22T08:25:19.826-04:00Well last year around this time I knew I would want to write about the wedding but didn't have the wherewithal. But I also knew if I waited too long I wouldn't remember stuff. So, I jotted a list of memories, and as I read them today, I realized they are just so much better than some shitty essay with a lot of editorializing. So here, unexpurgated, unexplained, and unplugged, are my post-wedding pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1107569354937545072005-02-04T21:07:00.000-05:002005-02-04T21:09:14.936-05:00I will tell you that I have not blogged in a while because I no longer work at a desk, and so I no longer spend hours on the net on The Man’s dime. But now I have a cute little white snowy laptop, and I do spend lots of time on the couch, so I could conceivably blog now. I can blog and watch Friends at the same time. Could I be more boring?
Here is my current issue, and I invite you, the pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1086130465600767392004-06-01T18:52:00.000-04:002004-06-02T22:11:32.316-04:00I am currently composing an haikuesque homage to the ridiculous packing of crate and barrel presents. It goes something like this:
Ubiquitous peanut
I see a Styrofoam Infinity
in wedding boxes.
Can't talk about the wedding yet...more to come. There's just so much.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1076276808802838552004-02-08T16:45:00.000-05:002004-02-08T16:49:12.106-05:00So we are coming to NYC. We will be there April 21-25. Eating, drinking, shopping, visiting, and talking about the wedding are on the docket. Are you in? What should we do together?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1075598613336338782004-01-31T19:57:00.000-05:002004-01-31T20:25:46.420-05:00Great, Big, Huge Failure.
or the Rottweiler who ate my house
Tuesday we adopted Polly the (ostensibly) house-trained, well-behaved, full-grown, mellow 2-year old who would be the doggy of our dreams. She is beautiful and sweet and shiny and affectionate and not house-trained nor well-behaved nor 2 years old. She is chewing and biting and eating everything and peeing everywhere, and even taking pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1074619610076588002004-01-20T12:22:00.000-05:002004-01-20T12:36:25.733-05:00Internet Dating
The last few weeks, I have been web-browsing photos and profiles a lot, guiltily. I got interested in this guy, JJ. Brown hair, puppy dog eyes. So I went to this mixer to meet him and other available singles, and I fell in love. But not with JJ. Here is the really shocking part: it's a girl. Polly. I want her to move in with me, so I am having her come over tomorrow to meet Matt pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1073075067458916262004-01-02T15:24:00.000-05:002004-01-02T15:27:35.483-05:00I'll Show You a Cute Fucking Little Doggy
You're a True Punk. You know that punk isn't allabout studded jackets and mohawks. If you'repolitical, you're actually informed. Most ofthe stuff you love is from before the 80s,though you know bands like Fugazi kept thespirit going.
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pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1071680445959718262003-12-17T11:41:00.000-05:002003-12-17T12:05:24.793-05:00Yeah I haven't been posting for a while because I keep waiting for something to happen, and then a bunch of things happened, and now I have no time. I am working a lot at school, teaching, supervising, and administrating. It is strange to be on this end of things, I keep doing stuff like signing charts on the student instead of the supervisor line. But it is good and I like it. I find myself pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1069109592829594542003-11-17T17:51:00.000-05:002003-11-17T17:53:45.513-05:00I treated my first and second patients today. I did acupuncture for money. I am an acupuncturist, and let me tell you my people, I like it. I like the whole thing. I was nervous, but guess what? I know how to do this. I like treating people. I need many, many more patients, but I have started, and for now, I am fucking psyched.
Your acupuncturist,
Pinkypinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1067957529888437112003-11-04T09:51:00.000-05:002003-11-04T09:55:40.856-05:00Dear reader,
I am now 32. 32 years old. In my 33rd year. How bout that? Let's have abirthday activity. OK, what is your favorite way to celebrate my birthday, or how would you do it if money and space were not limitations?
I am going to San Diego tomorrow, I will post when I return.
Love, love, love,
Pinkypinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1067012300256666042003-10-24T12:11:00.000-04:002003-10-24T12:18:21.780-04:00Dear Pinky,
What's your favorite leftover dish? And more importantly, what yummy thing can I make with leftover chicken breast and broccoli?
Yours truly,
Food Saver
Dear Food Saver,
My goodness, what an interesting question. This is why I get out of the bed in the morning, just knowing that people NEED me.My wisdom. Ah, yes.
OK, now that I have that out of my system:
Saute copious mound pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1066244870678714872003-10-15T14:58:00.000-04:002003-10-15T15:27:32.100-04:00Dear Pinky,
When you are trying to pickyourselfup, brushyourselfoff and startalloveragain, what do you use as motivational tools? Or do you use them at all?
Signed,
Fallen, but Trying to Rise Again
Oh yes, I use motivational tools.They are called margaritas. But seriously folks...
First, there are a few quotes I like to have up on my wall:
1. If it's worth doing, it's worth doing badly. pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1066087117139794382003-10-13T19:06:00.000-04:002003-10-13T19:21:27.300-04:00I haven't been blogging because I have been too busy having fun, making friends, making money, and feeling great about ME! or...
I haven't blooged because nothing is going on. I still don't have my frickin frackin license, and I am starting to think I never will. I have scoped out a corner on the Northwestern campus that I feel is overdue for a hot dog cart, and am considering starting the first pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1064353343510629372003-09-23T17:30:00.000-04:002003-09-23T17:43:40.266-04:00So, I am a nationally certified Acupuncturist and Herbalist awaiting my Illinois state certification to be officially official. So that is nice. i joined the professional association and am applying for malpractice insurance tomorrow. OK? So I did it. I will start practicing at the school where I teach, just two days a week until I start having a sense of what kind of a space I need and how many pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1063723851635774652003-09-16T10:45:00.000-04:002003-09-16T10:50:51.280-04:00I miss Manhattan, and having friends, and having stuff to do. I am like some weird suburban housewife. You know, I really don't miss Brooklyn at all, because I essentially live in Brooklyn, just a nicer neighborhood than I used to. More like fancy slope or parts of the heights. But I miss the urban jangle and throb, and the extreme familiarity and associations I have with places in Manhattan. Andpinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1062714185882160052003-09-04T18:23:00.000-04:002003-09-04T18:23:05.880-04:00Let me tell you a little story.
Pinky in Bloogerland.
Once upon a time there was an acerbic and fair lass named Pinky. She was something of a communicator, but she moved to a land quite far off from those whom she knew. That's OK, the spunky and plucky Pinky thought to herself, I can call them on the phone! They can comment on my blog!
But this sunny fate was not to be.
For lo, Blooger mattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03881590564228309718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1062174415058992952003-08-29T12:26:00.000-04:002003-08-29T12:26:55.246-04:00We live in Chicago now. The trip was sort of weirdly great. First, the packing, which was hellish but had guides and spirits along the way, who did befriend us (Name that song and win a cotton candy goat!) Sara got us to Jersey and lent us her car so Connie and I could run 80 errands throughout our former borough - she running, me driving. Lisa provided last minute packing ignition while I had mattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03881590564228309718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1060703025746175792003-08-12T11:43:00.000-04:002003-08-12T11:43:45.733-04:00Go to ghostlight.blogspot to find out about Chicago, etc. If you haven't received an invitation to our going away party, let me know. I am weary, but almost done. No wit nor insight today.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1059143128855842602003-07-25T10:25:00.000-04:002003-07-25T10:25:28.853-04:00The Best Thing Ever Written?
"All in all, “Pirates of the Caribbean” is the best spectacle of the summer: the absence of pomp is a relief, the warmth of the comedy a pleasure. The screenwriter Terry Rossio can perhaps be forgiven for saying (in the press notes), “We wanted it to be a very classic, Jane Austen-style, bodice-ripping romance.”
I went through a Jane Austen phase in college, and pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1058553606674290962003-07-18T14:40:00.000-04:002003-07-18T14:40:53.580-04:00I would swear I posted a new post the other day. Am I going mental? But what would it have said? There is no news. Here is a list of 5 places I would rather be than at my desk, trapped under debris:
1. floating in an inner tube in a lake on a hot, dry, sunny, blue sky day.
2. at a barbecue.
3. at home, snoozing in a decadent afternoon way with my cat and my rmlp.
4. painting my new apartment. if pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1057936633744615992003-07-11T11:17:00.000-04:002003-07-11T11:17:13.726-04:00If you want to hang out with me and the rmlp, I highly suggest you go to Lincoln Center's Midsummer Night Swing tomorrow night (Saturday) for Texas two-step and honky-tonk dance lesson at 6:30, and dancing and BBQ under the stars until 10. Tickets are $15, info online at lincoln center dot whatever, org or com or something. Beer will be drunk, and so will I.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1057688771358271652003-07-08T14:26:00.000-04:002003-07-11T11:44:54.236-04:00I gave notice at work. August 15th I am finished. A patient made an appointment for my last treatment, August 14th, 11:30 a.m. Last class, August 7th. Last time we see a few good friends before we move, August 14th. All the lasts are roaring up, and all the firsts are distant, misty, indistinct. The question is, shoud I go to graduation and wear the silly cap?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-1056995299526312092003-06-30T13:48:00.000-04:002003-06-30T13:48:19.380-04:00I finally took the last of the tests. The National Council for the Certification of Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine wrote a very long test indeed, which has plagued my mind and troubled my sleep lo these many years. But it is done now, taken, and finished off. No more tests for Pinky! Don't even ask me my name or how I am, because I am fried. Three is a dark thin layer of grease and a wisp of pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-958637272003-06-20T10:42:00.000-04:002003-06-20T10:42:35.740-04:00Tomorrow I am going to be in the mermaid parade with Connie and others. The Loch Ness Monster and a scottish tartan mermaid tail figure prominently. Miss it if you are so lame.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-956298442003-06-13T10:33:00.000-04:002003-06-13T10:33:46.000-04:00I went to my periodontist yesterday for the LAST TIME, and I had a very nice time. First, the dental hygenist and I talked about paintings. She and I agree on German expressionism (wonderful) but she likes the impressionists more than I do, and the modernists less. She doesn’t really get Rothko, which is a sticking point, but I forgive her. To each his own. And her daughter is in acupuncture pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-953749442003-06-06T12:03:00.000-04:002003-06-06T12:03:46.000-04:00Sunday, June 8th is our sexcentenary. How about that?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-952403322003-06-03T11:30:00.000-04:002003-06-03T11:30:33.366-04:00Dear Pinky,
I am having a very serious problem. I have lost my street cred, I fear, irrevocably. Last weekend, I was walking into the Soho Grand (strike 1) in a pink raincoat with a big pink flower on it (strike 2) with my MOTHER (strikes 3 - 809). I looked up to see a very cute little doggy indeed walking down the stairs. So I said, "Oh, what a cute little doggy," looking at the doggy, who, as Ipinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-947926562003-05-23T12:41:00.000-04:002003-05-23T12:41:21.436-04:00So in thinking about the big move and subsequent apartment search, I made a spreadsheet with headings entitled:"things I want", "things I need", and "things I cannot abide". My friend Sara was like, omigod, let's all make lists! So this is the activity du jour. Here are mine, not apartmenty, just in general:
Things I Want
1. Peace
2. My motherfucking degree
3. A car that runs on water and emits pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-944546942003-05-16T11:44:00.000-04:002003-05-16T11:44:51.000-04:00Hey, you guys think I am joking, but I am not. What the hell is that photograph unter gleeben whatever? Post lyrics please? With hand gestures? Is there a little dance?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-938007022003-05-05T10:16:00.000-04:002003-05-05T12:37:07.000-04:00Over the weekend, the rmlp said perhaps the best thing I've ever heard: "So what if I'm stupid?!?! You have to love me, because...you said you would!" It's not like I called him stupid or anything, he was just having a moment in clowntown. The next day, he started a new game I invite all of you to play: Name your own 7 dwarves. No swearing, unfortunately, but you can be creative. Also, all but 2 pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-936015842003-05-01T12:17:00.000-04:002003-05-01T12:17:27.963-04:00Remember all the nasty things I said about the phone company. Do a "replace all" command and insert one "Consolidated Edison". Those ##!*&%%$* people and their $#@!&&^%%((****! system have left me in the dark, my food in the warm, my attitude in the pissoir. Anyone have any thoughts to brighten my outlook/apartment?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-927815162003-04-17T11:14:00.000-04:002003-04-17T11:14:19.483-04:00Yeah so i am reading Julie/Julia this morning, and this bogus, stuffed-shirt, cruise-taking, martini-drinking, golf-playing asshole Floridian disses New York, and New Yorkers, as a "hell-hole" and "something Floridians laugh at when we're not shaking our heads and wondering how people got that way," respectively. And you know what? it really pissed me off. What has Florida done for us lately? pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-924466872003-04-11T15:48:00.000-04:002003-04-11T15:48:44.390-04:00OK, I want to know what people are thinking. I had been under the impression that the Dixie Chicks were sort of cool and stuff, but I had never listened to them before although I am sure they have been playing in the background at points in my life. But see, I am pretty deaf and background music doesn't so much register. So I just started listening to Home, and I had to turn it off because it pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-919222692003-04-03T11:41:00.000-05:002003-04-07T12:17:40.000-04:00Normally, yoga stuff pretty well pisses me off, but this I can get behind.
Om mahni padme hum, etc.
ON WAR & VIOLENCE
An excerpt from Beyond Words
By Sri Swami Satchidananda
Your first duty is to find the peace in you. If you root yourself in your peace and then lend your hand, you will certainly bring peace. If not, you will only add more and more to the peaceless condition.
Violence cannotpinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-915562042003-03-28T12:18:00.000-05:002003-03-28T12:18:14.106-05:00Here's what I am thinking today, over and over...
What on earth is going on in my heart
Has it turned as cold as stone
Seems these days I don't feel anything
Less it cuts me right down to the bone
What on earth is going on in my heart
My oh my you know it just don't stop
It's in my mind I wanna tear it up
I've tried to fight it tried to turn it off
But it's not enough
It takes a lotta love
It pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-911275352003-03-21T10:30:00.000-05:002003-03-21T10:30:59.060-05:00And now for some thoughts on how to be happy in Springtime.
1.) It is easy to be happy in springtime because the sun is shining and squirrels frolic in the daffodils. But if you feel unhappy in springtime, you feel like a big asshole, because not even squirrels frolicing in the sunshine make you happy. So.
2.) I bought a pink raincoat from the Gap. It is the color of Maalox. It makes me happy. pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-910615112003-03-20T10:11:00.000-05:002003-03-20T10:11:06.356-05:00That's PROFESSOR Pinky to you. Yes, friends, I will be teaching the study of herbs, in Chicago, starting in September. Ask me anything. YEEHAW!!!!pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-908269132003-03-16T20:05:00.000-05:002003-03-16T20:08:15.000-05:00As to reasons for writing, there are several. It is a therapeutic unburdening. It is reassuring in that it proves (at least to me) that I am among the living; "I think, therfore I am" (limitations excepted), and if nobody cares to listen, what's to lose? The pen speaks, the paper listens, and I am satisfied.
(untitled # 2)
When years shall claim my senses
one by one, why then,
let memory remain
pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-894989422003-02-21T10:04:00.000-05:002003-02-21T10:04:48.706-05:00Hello? I guess I don't exist anymore. Blogger tells me, Pinky Bethesda, that there is no pinkhairthing. Well let me tell you blooger, there will always be pinkhairthing. Right on. Can I get an amen? Can I get an halleujah?? Praise Jesus..pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-890935792003-02-14T10:01:00.000-05:002003-02-14T10:56:41.000-05:00US Senator Robert Byrd
Senate Floor Speech - Wednesday, February 12, 2003
To contemplate war is to think about the most horrible of human experiences. On this February day, as this nation stands at the brink of battle, every American on some level must be contemplating the horrors of war. Yet, this Chamber is, for the most part, silent -- ominously, dreadfully silent. There is no debate, no pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-890476542003-02-13T14:42:00.000-05:002003-02-13T14:42:21.960-05:00Dear Miss Justification
When will spring finally arrive and what will we do to celebrate?
Kindest regards,
Longing for beautiful visions
Dear Longing,
Spring will arrive, as always, on March 21st. I like to celebrate the vernal equinox by embracing the chinese concept of systematic correspondences. Springtime is associated with the tree, it has an upward and outward direction, its hue is pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-888551642003-02-10T11:02:00.000-05:002003-02-10T11:02:52.340-05:00I am sick of my stupid apartment. I am sick of looking at it. Could it be that I just cant take one more day of fucking winter, pinning me into my house like a butterfly in a damn case? What should I do? I am thinking I might need to paint something. Like the living room. Have I gone completely mad? Crappo!pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-884888722003-02-03T15:25:00.000-05:002003-02-03T15:25:47.513-05:00I was reading this book by Martin Amis a few weeks ago, and there was a pretty gross phrase that was also wildly memorable, and I keep thinking of it, and getting the willies, then sort of giggling uncontrollably at my desk. This phrase is not for the squeamish, nor the sexually prudish. Here goes. The narrator was describing his attempt to have intercourse with a 42 year old virgin spinster, pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-883413622003-01-31T14:38:00.000-05:002003-01-31T14:38:17.420-05:00Last night an ad for weight watchers came on and fergie said I could eat the food I want, not feel hungry, and still lose weight. "What the hell are you talking about??!!??!!" I yelled, alarming Dexter, and causing him to run over to the couch and jump onto my stomach." I am not eating the food I crave and I am hungry, you fucks!" Matt cooed something soothingly. "What the hell do you know about pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-882692082003-01-30T09:53:00.000-05:002003-01-30T09:53:44.230-05:00Well, I followed Weight Watchers to the letter for 8 long days, feeling good, eating broccoli and light yogurt and saying no thanks to french fries and chocolate pear cake and all that. Workin' out. Feelin' virtuous. And you know? I really was excited for my first weigh-in, because I feel better, and etc. So I stepped on that scale, took a deep breath, and you know what I did? Do you know what I pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-881126392003-01-27T15:03:00.000-05:002003-01-27T15:03:57.430-05:00If you have ever been bent over and buggered by a telecom company, and felt like you were alone in a cold universe, then you will surely want to go to dooce.com and click the buttons and donate some money. It will only take a minute, and if all 1000 of us who read her blog every day send her a couple of bucks, well, she won't be so fucked anymore. Earthlink sucks, just like mci. Thank you.
This pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-879019272003-01-23T10:25:00.000-05:002003-01-23T10:25:48.983-05:00OK so here is my news. I am working on a project at school. Memorial Sloan-Kettering is funding clinical trials to determine the efficacy of acupuncture in the treatment of side effects of cancer treatment like hot flashes, pain, chronic fatigue, and shortness of breath. How cool is that? I f you know anyone who is undergoing cancer treatment and would like to participate in a free clinical trialpinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-873586082003-01-13T11:37:00.000-05:002003-01-13T11:37:49.940-05:00Yes, it’s true, Pinky is betrothed. The date is set at a loftily and ridiculously far-off May 30, 2004. How did it happen? How indeed? And what will become of my romance with the hot guy from Alias? Alas, he is crushed. In a deeply soulful and longingly gazing kind of way. Ah, well.
Would you believe, dear readers, that my love rented the Rose Planetarium for a late night show and wrote my namepinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-871719182003-01-09T11:56:00.000-05:002003-01-10T09:45:43.000-05:00...And 10's a charm for Black Bekkah, two-time recipient of a pinkhairthing. Save next Saturday, January 18th to celebrate with us, and raise a glass to the event, and Matty's own birthday! Where and c. to follow.
Oh, and while you are saving dates, think about Sunday May 30th, 2004. Congratulations BB!pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-868294642003-01-02T09:50:00.000-05:002003-01-02T09:50:59.416-05:00I am going to do something I have never done. Something I never thought I would do. Something so outrageous, mind-bending, and wacky that I have actually stunned myself. What is it? That is the subject of this week's pinkhairthing trivia contest. The winner receives a pinkhairthing, and an invitation to a very big party. Good luck! (No guessing allowed from YM, MD).pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-858947942002-12-12T09:43:00.000-05:002002-12-12T09:43:51.830-05:00It has come to my attention that on November 3rd, Rebecca Romjin-Stamos was thrown a "30th Birthday" roller-disco party by her husband and given diamond earrings. I guess the birthday fairy got screwed up. It looks like somebody's birthday got sent to a model instead of the rightful birthday gal in Brooklyn. But at least I dont have to be married to John Stamos.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-850570202002-11-25T10:27:00.000-05:002002-11-25T10:27:01.770-05:00Hello there. I told you so. And one day, he will be MINE. Ahahahahah. Ahahahahh--*clutches chest. falls face down and dead onto desk, ala Wallace Shawn.*pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-847652452002-11-19T10:25:00.000-05:002002-11-19T10:25:25.380-05:00There is almost no way for you people to calmly handle the massively exciting list-making opportunity I am presenting here today. I sincerely doubt yaccs is up to the challenge of what will soon be my bulging box of comments. (Does that sound pornographic to anyone else?) So brace yourselves, really, hug yourselves tightly, today’s list topic is:
Desert Island Discs!
You know the rules. 10 albumspinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-847087822002-11-18T10:28:00.000-05:002002-11-18T10:28:24.146-05:00Hey Darwin!
I may have become addicted to lists. Let's make lists! Wahoo. List topic of the day:
Remove any 5 currently living people from the gene pool!
That's right, this week only, when you blog here, you can place a vote to remove any 5 humans from the gene pool, thereby rendering them not dead, but simply unable to continue their line, for the betterment of mankind. I nominate:
1.) The main pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-844246692002-11-12T12:08:00.000-05:002002-11-12T21:13:41.000-05:00Dear Miss Justification,
A wonderful person I know recently had a belated birthday/exams are finished-supah dupah party. I was stuck in an airport in Cleveland waiting out a tornado warning. How can I find out about all of the hijinks and funtimes that invariably ensued without sounding self pitying for having to miss the shindig? Moreover, how will this wonderful being ever get her special pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-841759282002-11-07T10:51:00.000-05:002002-11-07T10:53:36.000-05:00dear miss justification,
a friend of mine who's relocated just told me she got a new pet. i've come to find out, though, that she misappropriated her pet's name, in fact, taking the name of my pet as her pet's own. further evidence has come to light that she has apparently misappropriated images of the pet as well. i'm actually afraid the "pet" doesn't actually exist at all. isn't this an pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-840124762002-11-04T12:43:00.000-05:002002-11-04T12:43:49.890-05:00a watch
a jewelry box
$120
a haircut
a dozen yellow roses
a bunch of daisies
a pair of sketchers denim sneaker roller skates with pink glittery wheels
a bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies
a cupcake
a key lime pie
a chocolate raspberry tart
lunch
dinner
2 tix front mezz center for LaBoheme by Baz
and lots of love
Thank you people.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-838260802002-10-31T10:03:00.000-05:002002-10-31T10:03:48.890-05:00Dear Pinky,
I recently read, and became intimidated by, this amazing dinner menu on your blog.
Look, I know thanksgiving is traditional and all, but, oh boy..man! should I be making something fancier for my Thanksgiving dinner?
what the hell is potatoes dauphinoise? what gives Mexican chocolate cake it's mexicanness? what is Swiss chard and why would someone just want to grill the stems?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-837210842002-10-29T10:58:00.000-05:002002-10-29T11:01:16.000-05:00Ok, the sex thing was fun, but let's face it, sex with celebrities may not be as fun as we think. I mean, sure, George Clooney, but who has preceded me there? Has he ever had to deal with an ass like mine? Let's get real.
10 People, Living or Dead, I'd Like to Have Over For Dinner, and What I'd Make:
1. Tina Fey
2. Abraham Lincoln (He makes every list. Saved the union, freed the slaves.)
3. pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-837193642002-10-29T10:18:00.000-05:002002-10-29T11:11:24.000-05:00Thank you for the support, blogeroos. I too enjoy the idea of Matt reading to me while I sit on a bench eating an apple, but the man is in a play. He gets home at 11:38 every night, about 6 minutes after I have passed out, and Dexter has settled down onto my study sheets for a purry little nap. Which is not to say that life is all bad. Dexter is a fine little study companion, and one who urges mepinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-834643202002-10-24T11:47:00.000-04:002002-10-24T11:47:29.070-04:00November 9th and 10th I take my National boards. If I pass, I get my license upon graduation. If I fail, I pay another $800 and try again. The problem?
1.) Yipes
2.) I'm burned out and sick of studying. I stare at the pages, eyes blurred.
3.) All I want is to look at foliage, pick apples, eat squash pasta, and drink mulled wine. And wear back-to-school type fashions.
4.) There is so much to knowpinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-833593742002-10-22T13:24:00.000-04:002002-10-22T13:25:24.000-04:00Want to know what I am thinking?
Lou Reed
Transformer (1972)
New York Telephone Conversation
I was sleeping, gently napping, when I heard the phone
Who is on the other end talking, am I even home
Did you see what she did to him, did you hear what they said
Just a New York conversation, rattling in my head
Oh, my, and what shall we wear
Oh, my, and who really cares
Just a New York pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-831223052002-10-17T12:04:00.000-04:002002-10-17T12:06:22.000-04:00My boss just said to me, "Is that clear?" and I actually replied, "Crystal."
Name that movie, character, and actor, and win a pinkhairthing t-shirt. For a matching pinkhairthing, recount the hilarious anecdote of the other time I quoted this character in this movie. Hint: It was in an elevator, and it didn't go well.
P.S. I am still awaiting lists from many people. At least 4. And I am going to pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-830141782002-10-15T10:10:00.000-04:002002-10-15T10:10:34.466-04:00Whereas, El Jefe loves lists, and I do as well; and whereas, Dooce opened a nice big can of worms; and whereas, I am curious about your picks out there in Bloogerland; it is time for...the 5 celebrities you get to sleep with if you ever, um, get to! Here are mine, in alphabetical order:
1. Superyummy George Clooney
2. Jimmy Fallon (sorry baby, he's just damn cute)
3. That very hot dancer guy on pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-827930612002-10-10T10:50:00.000-04:002002-10-10T10:50:21.536-04:00Here are NYC things I love:
1. Staten Island Ferry - the poor man's Statue of Liberty sight-seeing yacht.
2. Walking the entirety of 10th St. in Manhattan. A street superior to all others.
3. Eating out.
4. Sitting with my friends at a cafe near a ballet school making fun of the bunheads.
5. Walking out of my workplace.
6. Walking out of my workplace to find that the Olympic torch is being run pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-826401632002-10-07T11:36:00.000-04:002002-10-07T11:36:10.370-04:00I have less than a year left of school, and hence less than a year left in NYC. So, I ask you, good people of bloogeroo, to do 2 things for me, periodically, in the coming year:
1.) Make me and my rmlp a list of things we MUST do before we leave, the really, really most important things to eat, see, hear, and feel while we are here; and
2.) Make me and my rmlp a list of super fabbo things to seepinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-823652852002-10-01T10:23:00.000-04:002002-10-01T10:23:42.193-04:00New York is so damn beautiful in autumn! Why does it have to be so difficult to live here? And why don't I have 12345million dollars? And, and, and, I want to go to Battery Park and have an ice cream sandwich for lunch! And I will!!!
pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-820458692002-09-24T11:13:00.000-04:002002-09-24T11:13:07.180-04:00Hello people. Here is something wonderful for you. A survey was done a couple years ago at Cornell University where a bunch of people were interviewed on their skill and knowledge level at a certain job. Not altogether surprisingly, the people who knew the most felt they knew the least, and those who knew the least felt they knew the most. The wonderful part is the commentary:
But beneath the pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-818246942002-09-19T11:14:00.000-04:002002-09-19T11:14:26.963-04:00I just read Dooce and she is back which is great, but I am not linking to her because I don't know how. It's dooce.com, ok? So she and her husband are tweezing each other and now I am wondering about myself. I don't believe in tweezing, squeezing, popping, plucking, or pooping mutually. I actually believe that people who plan on continuing to sleep together over the long term ought to keep some pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-817259222002-09-17T11:32:00.000-04:002002-09-17T11:32:29.556-04:00dear pinky,
i have a problem. when i don't get to read the fabulous wit and wisdom of yourself i get this strange feeling in my chest.
what could it be?
to quote rufus wainwright: "is this heartbreaaaak? or is it heartbuuuuurn? have i been played? or do i need a roooolaid?..."
signed,
blue bekkah
Dear blue,
Sometimes Pinky has to go to glamorous La Jolla weddings. She is a jet setty pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-813581772002-09-09T11:16:00.000-04:002002-09-09T11:16:03.583-04:00Emergency! Does anybody know caligraphy? I need a rush job of a short passage for a wedding gift. Ideas?pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-811971912002-09-05T13:56:00.000-04:002002-09-05T13:56:08.923-04:00Anyone want to leave wrok early and see My Big Fat Greek wedding with me? It looks really stupid. I need stupid. It is playing at Battery Park cinema at 5:00. I'll bring the chocolate chip cookies.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-811879322002-09-05T10:01:00.000-04:002002-09-05T10:01:14.880-04:00I hate MCI. I hate the phone company. I hate being on hold and listening to Kenny G. I hate saying my phone number and the last 4 digits of my Social Security number over and over again. Do you hear me? Hate it.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-809191732002-08-30T11:07:00.000-04:002002-08-30T11:07:32.340-04:00Here are things I ate in Door County:
1. Broiled whitefish
2. tomatoes with pesto
3. brownies, cookies, rum cake
4. swiss bacon burger with fried onions, pickles, ketchup, mustard
5. potatoes and onions fried in butter
6. salad of greens I had picked in the garden moments before, fresh peppers, crumbled bleu, rice wine vinegar
7. chocoalte malt
8. chocolate covered cashews
9. pecan rolls
10. pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-808686162002-08-29T09:37:00.000-04:002002-08-29T09:37:15.056-04:00I made a terminology gaffe. When in Door County, we suffer from doorcolepsy. Well, not really suffer, but it is the uncontrollable waves of sleep that hit you in Door Co., usually in the midst of a n activity, such as swimming, talking, walking, eating, or reading. Suddenly, your head is is the mashed potatoes or whatever, and you CAN NOT wake up for at least 2 hours. But it is a sleep so pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-802360222002-08-14T12:29:00.000-04:002002-08-14T12:29:32.090-04:00We are going on vacation. We will let you know how it was when we get back. From everyone here at pinkhairthing, we wish you a very merry August.
When not in Wisconsin, we feel Wisconsolate.
When not in Door Co., we suffer doorcolepsy.
When not in New York, we rest.pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-801395552002-08-12T11:02:00.000-04:002002-08-12T11:02:02.030-04:00It's Never Too Late To Be Uncomfortable
by Ogden Nash
Well, well, well, so this is summer, isn't that mirabile dictu,
And these are the days when whatever you sit down on you stick to.
These are the days when those who sell four ounces of synthetic lemonade concocted in a theater basement for a quarter enter into their inheritance.
And Rum Collinses soak through paper napkins onto people's pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-799850072002-08-08T11:40:00.000-04:002002-08-08T11:40:34.643-04:00I have decided, based on Astrological portents and inspiration from Black Bekkah, to present a major award to each reader of this blog. And you get to choose the award you get! That's right, Bob, all you have to do is write your acceptance speech to the award of your choice, and post it in the comments box. I will then pay homage and make offerings to the award gods, and we will all receive the pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-799473412002-08-07T14:57:00.000-04:002002-08-07T14:57:25.580-04:00I just finished my third year of school. Wahoo! Yipee! One more to go! All I feel is tired, but I am really trying to summon up some enthusiasm. Yeeha! Slapdang!pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-798468552002-08-05T11:07:00.000-04:002002-08-05T11:07:41.090-04:00The Wile E. Coyote Cigar (made of TNT from ACME Cigars, Inc.) goes to Matt Daniels, for waiting until I announced the answer to the trivia contest, then going back and adding a comment with the correct guess. Do you really thing you could fool Pinky with so blatant a subterfuge? Think again Bucko!! Go ahead, light that cigar, make my day. * Kapowwy*pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-796878102002-08-01T10:09:00.000-04:002002-08-01T10:09:38.400-04:00PINKHAIRTHING TRIVIA CONTEST PRIZES
Kudos to all who attempted a guess! I thought the clue was pretty loud and clear (see 7/3/2002). I guess, however, you needed to (a) know the song to recognize it, and (b) go beyond the red herring clues regarding my genetic heritage and (actual) hometown. Sherlock Holmes would have figured it out lickety-split. You all proved to be so many clue-seeking Watsonspinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-796509392002-07-31T14:25:00.000-04:002002-07-31T14:25:16.826-04:00My curious and eager readers,
In 1945, after serving in WWII for 4 years, my uncle Corney Crowley was discharged in Muskokie, OK. My aunt Eleanor took the train from Marinette to Muskokie, where they were reunited and married. They travelled back together and began their family. And so the Crowleys are not okies from Muskokie, but we are connected to the town, and it is a pretty irresistible songpinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-796073412002-07-30T15:46:00.000-04:002002-07-30T15:46:36.390-04:00We don't smoke marijuana in Muskokie.
We don't take our trips on LSD.
We don't burn our draft cards down at the courthouse.
We like living right, and living free.
*everybody*
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskokie.
A place where even squares can have a ball.
Something something something something something,
And white lightning's still the greatest thrill of all.
We don't make a party out of pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-793556972002-07-24T14:06:00.000-04:002002-07-24T14:06:09.226-04:00My dear readers,
We are all trapped in the hell of bloogerland. I write these amazing things, and they diappear. Then I dejectedly try to rehash it and my sad rehashing gets posted. I am changing the name of this blog to pinkdejectedrehashthing. Flock it all. Anyway, I am going on a little trippy today and I wont be back for days and days. Taking swimsuits, sarong, thongs (shoes, you buttfloss pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-789767442002-07-15T11:53:00.000-04:002002-07-15T11:53:55.980-04:00Dear Ms Pinky,
How does one remember to keep on the sunny side, not obsess about the news and generally goof off sufficiently while making the requisite coin to exist in these parts?
Perplexed in limbo/Brooklyn
Dear perpy,
I just wrote a really long, thoughtful answer and blooger just bleeped out for a minute and now it is gone. Wow, that is really upsetting.
Anyway, don't think you always pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-788197652002-07-11T10:35:00.000-04:002002-07-11T10:35:34.366-04:00Dear readers,
Keep those fabulous questions coming! Miss Pinky loves to advise. Now let us not forget Miss Justification. You can ask on behalf of a "friend" if you like. Questions may be left in the comment box or emailed, for more privacy, to pinkhairthing at hotmail. Its a dotcom, and my rmlp has advised me to write it that way so I do not become a victim of wily email web searchers who will pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-786899202002-07-08T11:50:00.000-04:002002-07-08T11:50:35.036-04:00Dear readers,
Can any four stringed instruments make up a string quartet? I know there is a traditional configuration, but if I had a lute, a ukulele, a balalaika, and a banjo, would that be a string quartet?
Signed,
Perplexed Pinkypinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-786880892002-07-08T11:00:00.000-04:002002-07-08T11:03:03.000-04:00Pinky,
Is it better to excell at something specific, or is it better to be a Renaissance person?
Signed,
Unsure how many L's in Excell
Well, darling, first things first. If we must choose, it is better to be able to spell Renaissance correctly (which you did) than excel (which you did not). Kudos!
Next, and this is really deep, so brace yourself, it is my impression that one cannot excel at any pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-785183252002-07-03T14:53:00.000-04:002002-07-03T14:53:57.160-04:00Dear pinky,
I think no one is reading your page. Does that mean you suck?
signed,
passive aggressive in Muskokie
Dear Okie,
No, it means everyone else sucks.
pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-785152392002-07-03T13:31:00.000-04:002002-07-03T13:31:52.960-04:00dear miss justification,
i just hacked into my roommate/life-partner's blog and added a
delightful commenting system. have i compromised her privacy? will she
still love me? do i have to climb up a goddamn poley?
awaiting your reply,
anxious in midtown
Dear anxious,
While I would never dissuade someone from climbing up a poley, I must say you have not crossed the bounds of decency. pinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299501901433165020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580960.post-783160132002-06-28T11:56:00.000-04:002002-06-28T11:56:53.490-04:00
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