Jaime Green

Sep 8

Sep 7

brownglucose:

jeffreycaluag:

"Anaconda" - Nicki Minaj 

Choreography by: Jeffrey Caluag & Dimitri Mendez

Yes

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Tanner left for Germany, and then I left for Chelsea, choosing to bike and save the $5 of subway fare in the face of threatening storms. (I made it there, sweaty and warm, and Tanner made it to Germany seven hours later.)
Everyone asks, What are you going to do while he’s gone? I tell them Go to bed early, cook fish. (He’s allergic - even the smell, the aerosolized proteins, really, makes him sick.) I think Sleep with the windows open, use his pillow to prop myself up, talk to the cats more, wash all the dishes even when I’m the one cooking.
Biking home from Chelsea I saw lightning off ahead of me, in exactly the direction of home. The rain came - or I biked into it - exactly as I was climbing the bridge path, pouring pouring rain, forking lightning. I was completely soaked and, aside from my fear for my personal safety, it was awesome. I made it home alive and, somehow, so did my phone, which was in my very wet front pocket. I don’t know if I was worried my tires would slip, that a car would skid into me, or that it was just, more generally, an unsafe thing to be doing, but I was very relieved when I got home.
I was barely into dry clothes when the smoke detector started beeping. That single sporadic low-battery beep. One of the blessings of this building (and curses of trying to record a podcast here) is the very high ceilings. When the smoke detector goes off from my cooking, I put the ladder up to the wall and climb up with the broom in hand - with the handle I can just reach the button to shut the alarm off. But the low-battery beep means you have to take the whole smoke detector down. When I’m on the ladder, it’s more than a foot above my hand. And my very tall boyfriend was very far away for three weeks. Pictured above is the solution I came up with. I didn’t like it. I was concerned I would break the coffee table, which Jeremy, after he built it for us, warned us from even propping our feet on. I was worried that when the coffee table collapsed, I would fall and injure myself, home alone. I took my phone in my hand when I climbed up so that I could call 911 when I fell and broke my legs. But I survived, and so did the table, and the smoke detector is down, so unless the building’s on fire, we’re fine.
Other things I will do, apparently while Tanner’s away: walk the two miles each way to Trader Joe’s on a perfect and beautiful Sunday morning; talk too much with the Trader Joe’s cashier about ghee; write some very long blog posts.

Tanner left for Germany, and then I left for Chelsea, choosing to bike and save the $5 of subway fare in the face of threatening storms. (I made it there, sweaty and warm, and Tanner made it to Germany seven hours later.)

Everyone asks, What are you going to do while he’s gone? I tell them Go to bed early, cook fish. (He’s allergic - even the smell, the aerosolized proteins, really, makes him sick.) I think Sleep with the windows open, use his pillow to prop myself up, talk to the cats more, wash all the dishes even when I’m the one cooking.

Biking home from Chelsea I saw lightning off ahead of me, in exactly the direction of home. The rain came - or I biked into it - exactly as I was climbing the bridge path, pouring pouring rain, forking lightning. I was completely soaked and, aside from my fear for my personal safety, it was awesome. I made it home alive and, somehow, so did my phone, which was in my very wet front pocket. I don’t know if I was worried my tires would slip, that a car would skid into me, or that it was just, more generally, an unsafe thing to be doing, but I was very relieved when I got home.

I was barely into dry clothes when the smoke detector started beeping. That single sporadic low-battery beep. One of the blessings of this building (and curses of trying to record a podcast here) is the very high ceilings. When the smoke detector goes off from my cooking, I put the ladder up to the wall and climb up with the broom in hand - with the handle I can just reach the button to shut the alarm off. But the low-battery beep means you have to take the whole smoke detector down. When I’m on the ladder, it’s more than a foot above my hand. And my very tall boyfriend was very far away for three weeks. Pictured above is the solution I came up with. I didn’t like it. I was concerned I would break the coffee table, which Jeremy, after he built it for us, warned us from even propping our feet on. I was worried that when the coffee table collapsed, I would fall and injure myself, home alone. I took my phone in my hand when I climbed up so that I could call 911 when I fell and broke my legs. But I survived, and so did the table, and the smoke detector is down, so unless the building’s on fire, we’re fine.

Other things I will do, apparently while Tanner’s away: walk the two miles each way to Trader Joe’s on a perfect and beautiful Sunday morning; talk too much with the Trader Joe’s cashier about ghee; write some very long blog posts.


Sep 3

Sep 2
  • No Man’s Land - Eula Biss
  • Why Look at Animals - John Berger
  • The Trouble With Wilderness - William Cronon
  • Why Wilderness? - Roderick Nash
  • Ecofeminism and Wilderness - Linda Vance
  • Thirteen Ways of Looking at Nature in L.A. - Jenny Price
  • Green Cities, Growing Cities, Just Cities - Scott Campbell

I just opened up my syllabus to proof it & print copies for tonight’s class, and I was so pleased to remember that yesterday I decided to teach Eula Biss again. I’m pretty pleased with this list.


Aug 31
This was an excellent, humid, sunny, very hot place to be today.

This was an excellent, humid, sunny, very hot place to be today.


Aug 28
“At midnight we parked by a Staples and tried some seriously dark fucking magic.”

Current Issue | Magazine | Tin House

This is the first line of Alice Kim’s mind-blowingly baller story, “Mothers, Lock Up Your Daughters Because They Are Terrifying,” in the new issue of Tin House. I am somewhere in the chasm between terrified and in-love.


turnabout:

If you could be in any Broadway musical, what would it be and what role would you play?

Calling all Broadway Producers. Cast this man. 

"Les Mis is basic." -Chris Evans


Bull vs. the process of cleaning my desk

Bull vs. the process of cleaning my desk


Aug 27

therealelizabethbennet:

hauntedpages:

So earlier today I saw this post by therealelizabethbennet, but the data was from 1988, so I thought I would do some updated calculations.

Thanks for mentioning me & for doing this. You are a wonderful person and thank you from all the Janeites all over the world. You did us a great favor :)

Whoa.

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