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Knee Slapping is A Lonely Sound When You Are the Only One Doing It

March 26th, 2010 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Uncategorized

Yesterday at work my co-worker told me about a time she went to the library. A line had formed to enter because a security guard was checking bags as people came in. As she waited, my co-worker became aware of an unpleasant odor. It turned out that the guy in front of her was holding something brown in his hands. The security guard took a look and waved him into the library.

“It’s not that he was homeless and carrying shit into the library that bothered me,”
she said. “I’d be upset if he was in a full suit and worked at Lehman Brothers and was holding shit.”

“Yeah, those collateralized debt obligations!” I laughed. She stared at me. “You know, collateralized debt obligations?” Blank look. “The things that the investment banks used to package mortgages that tanked the economy?” She nodded. “Well, they were essentially piles of shit so I thought you were making a hilarious joke about CDOs.”

Once in a while, it is good to remember that I live on my own little public policy/finance planet. I am such a dork. But I still think that is a funny joke.

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It’s Here!

March 16th, 2010 by Suzanne | 1 Comment | Filed in Uncategorized

The Census form arrived yesterday! I am very excited. Instead of working on my thesis, I am going to fill it out tonight. After all, it says in block letters on the envelope that it is required by law to return the Census. Am I a law breaker?* No I am not!

Besides, it is very important to be counted. Every day when I read the news, I despair at the state of the nation. Texas just re-wrote standards for all textbooks to emphasize the importance of Phyllis Schlafly; drop Thomas Jefferson because he wrote that church and state should be separate; and remind people that women and people of color got the right to vote because white males were kind enough to let them. Seriously. A dentist/”historical expert” on the committee that rammed through this abhorrent crap challenged people to show him where the Constitution calls for a separation of church and state. (He said he’d donate $1,000 to a charity of choice of anyone who can “prove” that this concept exists. Yeah, and he’ll sooner believe “evidence” that dinosaurs and Jesus played together as children while unicorns swarm in rivers of chocolate.)

Blah. The point is, I want to be counted because I know damn well that evil people who believe that the US is a Christian nation are going to be counted. I didn’t open my Census form last night, but I’m pretty sure that the Census does not ask about religion. I’m bummed about that because even though America is predominantly Christian, it would be nice to know how many people aren’t so we can be sure to protect everyone’s rights. Husband always says that we should be ready to flee at a moment’s notice. I used to think he was insane (“This is America!” I’d tell him), but history has shown that even the stablest democracies can turn, and of course, Jews have been kicked out of pretty much everywhere except North America (not that Peter Stuyvesant didn’t try really hard), so we’re probably due someday.

Um, yeah. Anyway. This sure turned into a downer, huh? No one is going to hire me to write ads for the Census if I keep this negativity up, so… The Census is here! Rah rah! Don’t forget to get represented! YOU matter! Woo!

*Well, if I could steal my political adversaries’ Census forms, I totally would. That’s the kind of bad ass law breaker I am. Except that I’m not, because that would be wrong. Sigh.

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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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Jews Love Money

February 16th, 2010 by Suzanne | 5 Comments | Filed in hilarity, Jewishness, nerds, random

If every stereotype emerges from the tiniest kernel of truth, Husband gives the anti-Semitic crazies a good basis for their rants. Before I left to visit my sister in Iowa for the weekend, he gleefully announced that he would spend the weekend counting money. It was a moment for which he’d waited about five years.

Husband hates carrying change. He’d empty out his pockets at the end of the day, save up the change, then count it out and take it to the bank. He counts it because the counting machines at the bank notoriously undercount. Plus, I think it allows him to slip some old coins replaced by Euros into the rolls, but that’s just my suspicion.

Anyway, I gave him a plastic parking meter bank for Hanukkah abut five years ago, and he’s been patiently feeding it change since then. I guess the manufacturers thought whatever kid would use it would be too impatient to fill it, as it collapsed from the weight of the coins about six months ago. Since then, it lay on the floor as Husband faithfully inserted his change.


All told, he said there were over 3,000 pennies alone. The total was slightly
more than $600. I can only imagine what would happen if someone broke into our apartment and tried to steal Husband’s bounty. It would be a loud and very slow get away.

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Bless the Internet!

January 3rd, 2010 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in nerds, random, Uncategorized

>Not long ago, I wrote about my mother’s love of fruit cake (concluding that it takes one to know one), but I didn’t mention that as she told me her tale of fruit cakeless woe on the phone, I plopped my ass down in front of the computer and ordered one online for her birthday. (I didn’t want to spoil the surprise in case she read my blog before it arrived.) My blog friend Pamela kindly suggested a good online fruit cake source, but I had already secretly ordered from Hickory Farms. I believe that I will make online fruit cake ordering a new tradition. Next year: Pamela’s suggestion, Collins Street Bakery. I love their history.

After I accomplished the fruit cake mission, I turned to the internet for some research. I was asked to contribute an article to an almanac about New York City. My assigned topic was a forgotten crime spree from the 1950s. The New York Times archives offered me articles from those days that gave me all the information I needed to complete my story. No microfiche! Hurray!

With the internet, is there ever a reason to leave home except to go to the gym, see people, or travel? (And the travel can be 100% planned through the internet!) I can do research, order gifts, and arrange for food to be brought to my doorstep. If only I could harness the power of the internet to work from home.

I love you, internet….

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>Richard Peck Made Me Cry Today

November 3rd, 2009 by Suzanne | 2 Comments | Filed in fuck, nerds, random, writing

>The day started out well. I woke up a bit before my alarm sounded, feeling refreshed. After feeding Tycho the rabbit and myself, I ran three miles at the gym. Then I scurried home to purchase U2 concert tickets for Husband. For a concert on Sept. 16, 2010.

Ticket purchasing is not as easy as it sounds. First, he had to subscribe to the band’s fan site. This runs something like $50. Then he received an email with a secret code that could be used to purchase up to four tickets before they went on sale to the general public. Since Husband was at a Very Important Meeting when his special group of bribe givers was allowed to give U2 more of their money, he asked me to click on the magic link, enter the code, and secure the best tickets available, at whatever cost.

Fine. How hard can that be? Except that he already used the code he provided me for tickets for a concert this past September. And I had no access to his U2 account to find his new entree to U2 happiness. The man asked me to do a simple task, and it distressed me to no end. He works hard. All he wants are some fucking concert tickets, and I could not provide. Two frustrating hours later, I finally bought the tickets. Yay.

However, I was late for everything else I had to do today. Among other things that did not get done in a timely fashion, I missed a call from an organization offering me a job. Yay for the job offer, boo for missing the call. I left the woman an overly enthusiastic message on her voice mail at 5:30.

Blah, blah, blah. Fortunately, I arrived at school on time to hear my favorite author from when I was in 4th grade. Blossom Culp, the main character in Ghosts I Have Been, was a hero to me back then. I wanted to be her. So all semester, I’d been waiting to hear Richard Peck. During his talk about writing, he said, “I write for lonely people looking for friends in books.”

Thank you, Mr. Peck.

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Truth or Dare

October 18th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity, nerds, writing

>Two new chapters are up at Always. I must have been drunk with words as I typed them up, as I could not stop hiccuping. The force of the hiccups jerked my head and hands each time, so there are probably more typos than usual or intended. (I’m copying exactly what’s in the notebook, so the punctuation is not great.)

Chapter 13 is all about a party that the main characters attend. It features, of course, the game “Truth or Dare.” This is the second time that “Truth or Dare” appears in the story, but of course, nothing really interesting happens because I was/am a total nerd. It cracks me up. I was obsessed with this game through even the early years of high school. (And when the Madonna documentary came out, my dorky friends and I were rendered giddy by the title. Oooooh! “Truth or Dare!” How exciting!)

When I was in eighth grade, I once played a more risque version of Truth or Dare called Two Minutes in the Closet. Since were there three girls and only one boy, this was not such a balanced game. I was excited to kiss someone. That’s about as far as I was willing to go. These days, it blows my mind how naive that was, although I am sure that there are plenty of geeks who also feel the way I did, just as I am sure that there were many kids who were doing all sorts of things that I barely even knew existed. OK, so I have no point except that I was a nerd whose heights of ecstasy didn’t progress beyond slow dancing close to some guy. Whatever.

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New Mottoes

September 30th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in nerds, random, writing

During class on Tuesday night, I reflected on my inability to write things that are descriptive. I decided that it is because I do not think in images, but in concepts. Por ejemplo, when I think about the tree that grew in front of my parents’ house, here is my thought process:

It was taller than our humble abode and a conifer. The pine needles fell all over the driveway and any car that was parked near or under its branches. One day, Dana and I came from home school and found our neighbor chopping branches off our tree. We freaked the fuck out, but my parents were glad that he took matters into his own hands because it had become overgrown and blocked part of the driveway. My sister and I, however, felt that the tree was rendered bald and ugly by the indignity visited upon it. Years after that, my mom noticed that the branches at the crown of the tree looked lame. She asked my dad to call a tree doctor. By the time one of them finally put the call in seven years later, the tree was ridden with some sort of tree disease and past saving. It was chopped down. Now no one can find my house, as my friends used to look for the ginormous evergreen tree as a landmark.

While this is a very nice story, it is not terribly descriptive. Anyway, once I realized that I do not think in images, and images are central to writing that is “literary,” I realized that “I am about as literary as a potato sprouting eyes.” (Actually, I love that image. Potatoes with “eyes” gross me out and fascinate me.) Without writing images, it is hard to include metaphors in my stories. Seriously, I would not think to include a metaphor if one walked up to me at a cocktail party, introduced itself politely, and then punched me in the face when I did not recognize it. If I was to write a metaphor about the tree, it would be something cheesy like, “The tree was an angel that guarded our house against the darkness of the night that wasn’t really all that dark because we faced a busy highway that was brightly illuminated by street lights.” No good.

Despite my lack of “literary” credentials, I think I can write well in a few styles. Hence my other new motto is, “This cubic zirconium has many facets.” Bwa ha ha ha. Fuck being literary.

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>A Conversation with My Father*

September 2nd, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity, mortification, nerds

>I called my dad. “Did you get the paper yet?”

“Yes! There’s a color picture of you on the fr-”

“I know!!!! It’s horrible! I can’t believe how bad it is!”

He sighed. “I think you are too hard on yourself.”

“That’s true, but seriously, this is a bad picture. My friend Suebob said that I look as if I had a terrible accident involving my neck.” I cackled. “But now no one is going to want to hire me because they’ll think I have a disability that they’ll have to accommodate! I’m screwed.”

“Well, I’ll always love you.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

And that is the last I will say about this awful picture. It is almost ironic that I am obsessed with how I look in a picture attached to an article about how terrible it is that young girls have to struggle with body image.

*Big nod to Grace Paley, whose essay of the same title we read in lit class last year. My lit prof thought it didn’t work, but I adore anything Paley wrote. If she wrote a limerick on the back of a cocktail napkin, I’d find it brilliant.

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>Three Adjectives

August 22nd, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity, nerds, random

>My friend decided to join a dating site. One of the many irritating tasks to complete her profile involved filling in three adjectives to describe yourself.

“What do you think of whiny, judgmental, and anxious?” she asked me.

After I picked myself up from the floor of the Indian restaurant (I had fallen off my chair laughing – almost not an exaggeration), I told her that I thought it was brilliant. “It’s honest – although I do not think you are whiny – and intriguing. It seems like only people who get it, and thus get you, would respond.” (Incidentally, I initially suggested that she use generous, intelligent, vibrant. OK, I actually said zestful, but she pointed out that sounds like a soap commercial, and just thought of vibrant now. Lively could also work. I still sort of like zestful, even if it is sudsy.)

Then I thought about what three adjectives I would use to describe myself. I realized that I would have to steal two out of three of her words because they are so true for me – judgmental and anxious. My third would be petty. I could substitute spastic or stressed for anxious and mocking for judgmental if I was forced to, but anxious and judgmental are just so perfect. Obsessive could also be a good choice. (If also forced to choose three positive ones, I would opt for entertaining, wonky, chatty.)

I hate ending blog posts by posing a question, but what three adjectives would you choose?

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