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When Worlds Collide

February 17th, 2010 by Suzanne | 7 Comments | Filed in hilarity, nerds, random

>When I moved to New York City from the ‘burbs of Chicago 15 years ago, one of the biggest adjustments I had to make was the lack of Walgreen’s. NYC had plenty of pharmacies/drug store chains to choose from – Duane Reade (as ubiquitous in NYC as Walgreen’s is in Chicago), CVS, Rite Aid, the one that was on 8th Street between Broadway and University whose name I am blanking on but that no longer exists, etc. – but I thought Walgreen’s had a better variety of random products than any of them. Whenever I went out to Long Island, I rejoiced in the Walgreen’s near the train station that served Husband’s parents’ town.

Over time, however, I adjusted. Duane Reade, still annoying in general, spruced itself up a bit as it expanded its presence. (At one point, it seemed like the only commercial space left in the City would be bank branches, Starbuckses, and Duane Reades.) I adapted to its overpriced merchandise, surly cashiers, and long lines. They introduced a card in which you got points for every dollar you spent, and they rounded up, which made me feel a bit better about paying $2 for a Diet Coke that the corner bodega might sell for between $1.25 (if I’m lucky) and $1.75. Once you get a $100, you get $5 off your next purchase. I love bribes.

So, when I got Husband’s email this morning that informed me that Walgreen’s acquired Duane Reade, I was shocked. Even more shocked than by the fact that the New York Times finally posted what was rumored to be such a scandalous story about Gov. Patterson that he’d immediately be forced to resign and it turned out to be boring. I mean, Walgreen’s taking over Duane Reade? This is craziness! I can’t decide if I am excited or horrified.

For now, Walgreen’s is keeping the Duane Reade name, but it will be really weird if they replace it and there’s no more Duane Reade in NYC. I wonder if this is revenge for Macy’s buying Marshall Field’s and then changing the name, an affront to the civic pride and identities of Chicagoans everywhere. Huh. Maybe I’ve uncovered a diabolical plot. Now that Duane Reade is threatened, I feel very defensive of it, even though I fucking hate that store (other than the bribes). Interesting.

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End of an Era

February 2nd, 2010 by Suzanne | 6 Comments | Filed in Uncategorized

>When I wanted to start a blog in 2005, I selected Blogger because it was easy. I didn’t need fancy templates or design features. I just wanted a little home on the internet for my rants against shaved snatch.

For the most part, this has worked well. Not long after I started blogging, I decided to get a domain name and host for my work. This was partly because cussandotherrants.blogspot.com was a reallllllly long URL. The transition was not without any pain. The blogspot URL was supposed to link visitors to the new URL, but after a few weeks someone hacked the blogspot URL because it was not quite programmed right. This sucked, but was not awful.

This afternoon, Blogger sent an email to the 0.5% of Blogger users who use FTP to upload their blog to a non-Blogger hosted site. They said that as of the end of March, we can’t do that any more. People with custom domains would need to transfer to their custom domain services. This means no more cussandotherrants.com. It also means that Google is my host. I understood their reasons, but I still fell into the fetal position and rocked back and forth.

Once I uncurled myself and got up off the metaphorical floor, I realized that maybe this was OK. I pondered the issue on my walk home from work. Sure, now is the worst timing to have to change CUSS to another platform, but it could use a good overhaul. There’s no way I could pull this off myself under even the best of circumstances (i.e. – not working full time and writing a thesis). However, people spend money on their hobbies, and so far, blogging has been a pretty cheap one. It’s time to invest in it.

So, anyone know a good web designer? I’m pretty excited to work with someone to take CUSS to a new level.

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Ground Rules

December 28th, 2009 by Suzanne | 3 Comments | Filed in random

>Some time ago, I mentioned that when I was bored at a staff meeting in ye olden days, I decided to figure out which letter I would pick if I was forced to eat foods that only began with one letter for the rest of my life. After listing foods under each letter of the alphabet, I determined that C was the best option for me. Two main reasons: cheese and chocolate. Two secondary reasons: cookies and cake. S was a close second.

The problem with my system was that the rules were too loose. If someone picked S, would seafood count? How about sauteed mushrooms? Very tricky.

I gave this more thought this weekend when I said that if I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be bureks. My friend’s husband pointed out that bureks don’t start with a C. Although I could have pointed out that this is a different challenge, I said I could eat cheese bureks, which are the best kind anyway.

This morning on the subway I refine the criteria to avoid cheating. The way it works is that if someone asks you what you are eating, and the answer makes sense, then it counts. For example, if someone chose F as her food, then went into a restaurant that had a fish special, she could order it if there was just one fish dish. It won’t matter if it’s salmon, cod, or trout. Her companion would say, “Hey, what are you getting?” and she’d say, “The fish.” But no one goes into a restaurant and orders seafood. (Well, unless it is a seafood platter, so there’s even wiggle room there.) If the category is too broad, it doesn’t count. Specific brand names are OK, though. So I chose M and ate a Mars Bar, that would be OK, even if generically speaking it is a candy bar. (Which brings me back to why C is still the best option.)

Those are my rules, and I’m sticking to them!

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Chopped Liver

December 13th, 2009 by Suzanne | 3 Comments | Filed in hilarity, Jewishness, random

>At work on Friday, someone turned to one of my co-workers and said that she was the only person in the development department who was not sick. “Congratulations,” he said.

“Hey, what am I, chopped liver?” I shouted from across the room.

He blushed. “Oh, sorry. But really, why chopped liver? Have you ever eaten it? It’s delicious! I don’t understand that phrase at all.”

“It’s true that chopped liver is good,” my other co-worker cut in. “But you know how when you have a party and you put out chopped liver, chips and dip, crudites, and crackers and cheese?* At the end of the night, the only thing that is still left is the chopped liver.”

Chopped liver may be fabulous, but it is still less popular than other items. There’s a stigma to it. I thought that is the greatest explanation for the “What am I, chopped liver?” expression ever.

*My answer is no, I do not know any parties in which people put out chopped liver, but I guess I do not hang out with the right crowd.

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Knowledge

December 1st, 2009 by Suzanne | 1 Comment | Filed in random

>Years before I went back to school to study the craft of writing,* I spent scads of money to study social welfare policy and public administration at Columbia. Early on in the program, I realized that I went back when I was way too young, but I resolved to learn what I could. I discovered that I really liked statistics. This was a huge surprise.

My last semester at school, I enrolled in a poverty research class. Students paired up and selected a topic to investigate. We then we given national databases, which we ran many numbers over the course of the semester to support or disprove our thesis. It was exciting.

The topic I chose was whether children living in households with two adults had outcomes that matched those of children living in households with married parents. I pictured grandmothers, aunts, uncles, and other family members offering the same support that a spouse might (or might not) give, thus enabling children to live in more stable environments. My partner and I ran a gazillion multivariate regressions, basic stats like averages, and a fancy-schmancy time-hazard regression to see if this was true.

It was not. According to data from the National Longitudinal Survey of Youth, children from married households had better outcomes than those from two adult households, who in turn were better off as adults than children from single parent homes. I was crushed. Did this not mean that horrid policies put forth by right wing nutjobs were correct? That people really should rush off to get married (assuming they have the right, but that’s another story), come hell or high water?

As I moped about my findings, my wise professor opened my eyes. He pointed out that the data may not support my theory, but that the social environment in which we live does not provide the same benefits to unmarried people. Perhaps if I recommended that we implement policies that support different types of households rather than continue to punish them for not conforming to a conservative view of family life, then the outcomes would improve.

I hadn’t really considered that it was possible to take a “bad” finding and turn it into a tool for advocacy. This changed the way I interpreted studies and all sorts of news reports. Cool.

*Seriously, just typing “to study the craft of writing” cracks me up. I had hoped to learn how to write a book with a plot and characters. Instead, I discovered that I am not “literary” and my writing will never be literary, because my brain does not think that way. While this discovery caused enormous angst last year, I am OK with it now. I’ll just admire people who write really beautiful sentences and go about my business trying to entertain people with a serviceable story. Which is not to say that I did not learn anything, because I learned a lot. But anyway…

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>NYC Marathon

November 1st, 2009 by Suzanne | 5 Comments | Filed in hilarity, random

>Today is the New York City Marathon. In honor of the event, in which I am qualified to participate in any way, shape, or form, I carbo loaded yesterday. This involved eating three large, frosted Halloween cookies over the course of the day. I also ate some roasted corn purchased at a farm stand in eastern Long Island. Then I consumed many at least seven Tootsie Rolls and one Tootsie Pop, five mini Kit Kats, and one mini Twizzlers. At lunch I downed a lobster roll in an amazing buttery brioche roll, accompanied by salty chips and fresh guacamole. Capping off my day of marathon prep, I ate a bagel with cream cheese and matzo ball soup for dinner.

When I arose this morning, basking in my free extra hour of sleep, I was ready to hit the treadmill. The plan was to run as far as I could in 35 minutes. The gym had the marathon on TV. Although the women ran at double my plodding pace (a 5:47 mile versus my 11:00 one), I felt like I matched them stride for stride as they streaked across the TV. Since I had no sinus meltdown, shoulder pain, or intestinal cramps during my run, I felt like a champion. Wooooo hooo!

Now I’m pondering the upcoming year. I’ll be 35 years old at the end of December. When I was in third grade, I had to be rushed to the emergency room after I ran the 880 dash at school and was the first girl to finish, coming in third overall. Twenty years ago, I could barely walk a mile in 30 minutes. At the age of 25 and in the best shape I’ll ever be in, I could run a 9:13 mile. So it’s been a spotty record, but I’m proud of it. I think I’d like to run a race sometime in 2010 to celebrate my birthday. Not a marathon, but maybe a 10k or 15k. Anyone want to join me? We can plod along together (or you can leave me in your dust if you run faster. I won’t be offended.)

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The Republican in My Apartment

October 26th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Damn, hilarity, random

>I am not biased against all Republicans. In fact, I realized that I live with one. It was a little bit of a shock at first, but I sort of even adore him.

How did I figure out that there’s a covert Republican in my household? I evaluated his key personality traits:

1. He is greedy. If offered a piece of candy or raisin, he gobbles it down without thanking the giver, as if he is owed the treat. Then he expects more and turns his back if additional bribes are not provided.

2. He makes messes and does not clean up after himself. However, he seems to be a moderate Republican, as I am not subjected to hypocritical griping about how other people need to take more responsibility for their actions. He just expects me to clean up after him.

3. His situation in life is inherited. He does nothing all day, yet lives a very nice lifestyle, thanks to other hardworking members of society who provide for him.

4. He seems to like the Yankees. (This is not definite proof that he is a Republican, as I know some excellent old school New Yorkers who are liberal and root for the greediest corporate welfare team in America.) While I watched the play off games, he emerged from his space and joined me a bit. He never did this when I watched Mets games in the past. Everyone knows that the Mets are the team of the people. (Yeah, losers like the rest of us chumps, but I digress.)

Here he is doing what Republicans do best, which is mooching off hard working, honest people after sitting around all day doing nothing to earn their keep:

Tycho is cute, though. And since e can’t help his small-brained natural instincts for survival, I forgive him.

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I Hear the Secrets that You Keep

October 25th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Damn, hilarity, random

>Someone recently blogged that this song was stuck in her head (Count Mockula, I think?), but apparently I don’t have to close my eyes and go to sleep to blab my lame “secrets.” No, a low grade fever, a medium dose of insomnia, and a high level of rue for something stooopid I did, combined with Facebook status chatting, is all it takes. Last Thursday night/Friday morning, I confessed to my 7th grade (possibly part of 8th grade, I get confused about timing) crush that I liked him back in the day! Ooooooooooh…. (No, it wasn’t “Arnold” from Always. I feel like such a slut. Ha! That’s sadly about as slutty as I get – overlapping school crushes. Oy vey iz mir!)

Whatever the case, I sat at my computer blushing like an idiot. (Or maybe I was flushed from fever? It was not a super high fever, just a smidge above 99, although for me that’s a bit higher than it is for others because my usual body temperature is 97.5 or something low like that. Husband says it is because I am a cold-hearted bitch. He is hilarious, no?) You know what’s funny? For a second, I was actually sad when he didn’t say that he had also had a crush on me. I had kinda believed, back in the day, that my crush was not unrequited. Like, this was over 20 years ago, but I still took it as a rejection.

On a related note, earlier in the week, I tried quizzing Husband about his junior high days to “get into the head of a 13 year old boy” so I could maybe fix up my young adult novel. He hesitantly submitted to my questions:

Me:”Did you go to junior high dances?”
Husband: “No.”
Me: “Why not? Weren’t you interested in them?”
H: “Yes, but no one would dance with me because I was a loser. Do I have to talk about this? I prefer not to relive those days.”
Me: (Kissed him on the head) “Well, this cold-hearted bitch would have wanted to dance with you.”
H: “Thanks.”

Yeah, junior high just sucks.

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Memoir, Fiction, and Balls vs. Testicles in Literature

October 16th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in mortification, writing

>I read Frank Conroy’s memoir Stop-Time for my lit seminar on Wednesday. What’s good about it is the writing. Conroy doesn’t tell his story in a linear fashion, and at times switches to the present tense. I just tried both of these techniques for a story that I handed in last week which will be workshopped on Monday, so it is nice to have another successful model to learn from. (I patterned my work on A Feather on the Breath of God by Sigrid Nunez.)

During a break from the meandering class discussion, a friend calculated that we pay $125 an hour for our classes. We resumed class. After a ten minute debate on Conroy’s use of the word “balls,” which our professor defended by saying, “Balls is a great word,” I thought about other uses I had for $20.84 I spent for that. Not that I disagree that balls is a great word or really minded talking about whether Conroy should have used “testicles” instead of balls, but still. That’s a lot of money for something I talk about for free all the time.

Speaking of balls, I posted four more chapters of Always. Chapter 9 is one of my favorites so far, and Chapter 10 (not to be confused with Chapter 10*, as I had two chapter tens) is one of the most gag-inducing. The similes flow in Chapter 11 most impressively. I actually learned a lot from myself from twenty years ago while typing up this work.

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The Point

October 15th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in writing

>Author Binnie Kirshenbaum spoke at school on Monday night. She read from her latest book, The Scenic Route, which was hilarious and also troubling. During the Q&A, she relayed an anecdote that got Maurice* in a frenzy. Kirshenbaum said that she was telling her husband a story one day, and as usual, she went into a digression that she thought provided important context for the story.

“Get to the point,” her husband interrupted her.

“What do you mean, ‘get to the point?’” she asked him. “There is no point. I’m telling you a story to entertain you.”

After I stopped laughing, I thought about what that meant for me. One of the things we are always talking about at school is what the point of our work is, the “so what?” that gets people to read something. When people ask me what my point is, 99% of the time I have no answer. I just want to tell a story. Maybe, if the story is told well, that’s all the point that one needs.

Speaking of pointless, more chapters of the young adult novel I wrote when I was in 8th grade are ready to entertain (and I use that word loosely in this situation) at Always.

*Maurice is the hamster who runs on the wheel that powers my brain.

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