February 15th, 2010 at 9:08 pm
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I have finally installed Adobe CS3 onto my Windows partition. I can now Photoshop, Illustrate, Flash, and Dreamweave (although I’d rather not because I hate you Dreamweaver) to my little heart’s content. This means maybe my website will finally get a highly overdue makeover, in content and appearance! That is, after I:
a) Finish my 8-hour workday
b) Get through daily readings & papers for my two graduate classes
c) Manage the website, blog, forthcoming issue & new podcast series (!) for my program’s student journal
So, makeover 2012? Yes?
On a side note, I have just returned from the snowy lands of Ithaca where I spent a lovely Chinese New Year/Valentines Day/Presidents Day weekend with Mark. For Valentines Day he took me to his Muay Thai class where I got two bruises on my knees and one giant one on my upper arm, and got smacked in the eye with a punching pad. Then we ate barbecue chicken wings and watched Repo: The Genetic Opera starring Sarah Brightman, Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Paris Hilton.
We also made a snow turtle out in his front yard. My boyfriend and I are five-year-olds.
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February 6th, 2010 at 7:34 pm
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Three brash American teenagers stroll in and break the silence. The one Hebrew speaker among them asks the girl behind the desk for the price. “Two hundred thirty shekels for half an hour; two-fifty for forty minutes.” “Hey,” replies his friend, “chill out a bit. Wait and see if they have any girls who are hotter than these,” he says, gesturing toward the two women.
Although barely eighteen (if that), this guy was not a novice in this house. Raised on McDonald’s and with an apparently sluggish metabolism, he was pug-ugly to boot and I couldn’t help thinking that he would have found it difficult getting laid through more conventional methods. But I was still unable to account for such an inhuman attitude to these women in one so young. My friend Gideon leaned over to me and spoke softly: “You see them all the time,” he said. “Their parents pack ‘em off from the Upper West Side to Israel with a book filled with the phone numbers of synagogues, rabbis, and shuls, and a wad of cash. And then the minute they get here, they head for the whorehouses.”
- Misha Glenny, McMafia
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