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Yay, Happy November!
I was worried we’d have to cancel our trip this year because money is stupidly tight right now. I hadn’t even made hotel reservations b/c I wasn’t sure where I wanted to stay and then I wasn’t sure we could afford the room. Then it dawned on me that I get birthday money a couple weeks before our trip date! So I asked my dad is he was planning on giving me any money or if he was calling his babysitting for three days my gift, even though it was really my gift from last Channukah (I told him last year I wanted him to keep the kids so Michael and I could go away – I combined that with Sara’s birthday gift from this year to get three solid days out of them).
Fucker took it as me asking him to cover our hotel WHICH I WAS NOT DOING and which I made sure he understood later. He spent the rest of dinner asking me which hotel I was looking at and I kept telling him I didn’ tknow yet b/c I wasn’t sure what money looked like. I was going to pick one when we got there and see who gave us the best price. At the least I wanted like 100$ to cover a dump somewhere on 192 or to get a campground and set up the tent at Ft Wilderness lol
So I picked a hotel, a new one I’ve never stayed at, and figured he was going to call and see what price he could get and let me know (he had asked me to call and tell them we were Fla resident/season passholders and whatnot). We left to go bowling (it was Sunday) and I get a call at the alley and he’s telling me I have reservations. So I spent ten minutes explaining I wasn’t asking him to bankroll my freaking birthday trip. He asked if we had money for food for that weekend. I give up.
So we have reservations for the Coranado in November and he got the damn room for 117$ (tax included) a night. In other words, it wasn’t much more than the Clarion or Wyngate or a nicer (but not 4/5 star) room down on 192. I don’t feel as guilty over him paying for the room.
We’re headed to Orlando in November, just the two of us! We were looking at the Keys, but… I’m not really a drinker, and neither of us love the beach, so it seemed kind of silly to head that way.
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Yah – I grew up on those lanes. Mom stopped working two weeks before I was born and started back two weeks after. No joke. I think I spent more time sleeping behind the counter there than I did at home lol
I had my first crush in that bowling alley. I had my first lots of things in there lol
When I turned… 10 or 11 mom got transferred to another alley in Randallstown (the one on my arm is the Pikesville alley) which I also spent a ridiculous amount of time in. However, the one on my arm is duckpins, not tenpins. I played a lot of pool in them too.
Because you all had to know that.
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I remember the indoor “flea” market they had on bowling nights and the junk I had to have. They used to let me pick the winning 50/50 raffle ticket.
My first real job was as a short order cook at Timonium FairLanes.
Aunt Jackie used to tell me how when I was a baby in the stroller… she remembered one time I was playing with something on one side of the stroller – a nail or something holding it together. I turned to the other side to see if there was one on that side too. She used to tell me she knew I’d be a smartie from that alone. One time Erin’s chair flipped backwards (the Maclarren stroller – it used to do that a lot – unsafe thing!) and she remembered running down from the other end of the alley, mom right behind her, to pick her back up.
Funny things that pop up into mind sometimes.
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my dad decided to divvy up moms jewelry. Weird, right? Then he said he could sell it at one of those gold places. I said no, you can’t. I told him, what if Eshiva wants it when she is old enough to appreciate it?
Meh.
So I went through it. I tried on the opals, which Sara wants. I don’t want them anyway. I took her wedding band (I haven’t worn on in ages, as I outgrew my silver one) and I also took my dads original wedding band (the one he outgrew – I believe he’s been wearing his fathers).
I asked him to keep the rest. If he wants the box out of his room, I’ll find someplace in our room for it.
In other exciting news, school starts soon! That means I have time to paint, and I’ll have more time to tattoo and draw and otherwise do the things I’ve been putting off for the past almost nine years. Yay!
Read MoreSweater Girl For Lisa Anne Auerbach, the yarn is the message
http://www.tabletmag.com/arts-and-culture/11338/sweater-girl/ There are pictures, go look!
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For Lisa Anne Auerbach, the yarn is the messageBy Hadara Graubart | 7:00 am July 23, 2009 Print This Post
CREDIT: © Lisa Anne Auerbach
Lisa Anne Auerbach, 41, works in a unique medium: sweaters. They’re sweaters with messages knitted in, either through words (she has an “addiction to language”) or through images of icons like Barack Obama and Sandy Koufax. The Chicago-bred artist earned her MFA from the Art Center College of Design in Pasadena in 1994, and she’s lived in California ever since. Many of her works are on display now through October at the University of Michigan Museum of Art. She’s also at work on a series of sweaters for a festival in Nottingham, England, inspired by Robin Hood and the Luddite rebellion which began there in 1811, in which, she says, she’ll be “recasting the merry men as this group of anarcho-feminists.” She explained six of her works to Tablet.
Unveiling A photographer discovers Jewish gravestones at a tony golf course
http://www.tabletmag.com/news-and-politics/11096/unveiling/#5 There are photos – you should go look.
Unveiling
A photographer discovers Jewish gravestones at a tony golf courseBy Ahron D. Weiner | 7:00 am July 21, 2009
As a photographer who spent years documenting Jewish sites throughout Eastern Europe, I have a perhaps heightened sensitivity to the use and misuse of Judaica. In town after town from—Prague, Czech Republic, to Uman, Ukraine, with plenty of small villages in between—I’ve found and photographed Jewish gravestones used as walls, as chimneys, and roads. So when I was walking with my 7-year-old son past the 17th hole of the Woodmere Club’s golf course, on Long Island, I was surprised to find a Star of David carved into a stone used as part of a retaining wall, protecting the course from the Reynolds Channel. I looked closer, and discovered hundreds of gravestones, many carved with Jewish names, used as embankment material. The New York Post reported on this yesterday; the club insists the stones—none of which seem to contain dates, only names and symbols—were extra granite, donated many years ago by long-dead club members. Here, for the first time, is a collection of my photos.
I am not sure how I feel about this. On the one hand, they are grave markers. They aren’t housing the dead. They aren’t spiritually linked to anything. It’s a slab of engraved marble (or concrete or whatever). On the other hand, someone was loved enough that someone else purchased, and had engraved, this slab of rock.
Were they really donated? Were they stolen? Was the golf course built on an old abandoned cemetery and they repurposed the headstones but made up this cock & bull story about them being donated? If they were donated, how on earth do you convince such a large populous to donate, at the same time, (unused?) gravestones? It’s just weird.
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