:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Wednesday, February 26, 2003 ::

don't know why i didn't come...

Damn. What did she nab, like 8 of those things? I'm talkin' about Norah Jones, of course. Good for her. I really enjoy the way she does her thing and her style of music, for someone her age, is so refreshing these days; not like some of the fluff put out there by her peers (aguilera, spears, all that bubble-gum teeny-bopper stuff). I remember Dan being the first to introduce me to that album. I specifically remember that he had bought the albumn for only eight dollars, or some ridiculously low price because it was not selling and no one reallly knew how great an album that was. I think It was back in march or february of last year. I don't even think it was getting much, if any, air play on the radio. Then all of a sudden, around the summer, BAM.

She was everywhere.

I didn't know she was the daughter of famed sitar musician, Ravi Shankar. That would explain her exotic looks. Yea...exotic's my thing. hehe. Not to go on the whole time about Norah, but the NY Post ran a headline yesterday that revealed she lives in Williamsburg, a suburb of brooklyn that's near where i live. It read: "Grammy Queen Norah's $1400 Brooklyn digs". The story went on to reveal that she lives in a 2 bdrm w/ her boyfriend, with an actual photo of the facade of her building, located above a $4 barber shop. Props to her for keepin' it real, but if i were her i'd be a bit peeved that someone was digging around outside my home and revealing to the 8 million some odd people in nyc where i live. Granted, not everyone reads the post (some read the Daily), but pretty much it's a given that this city's divided between those who read the post or the daily (and for those pseudo-intellectuals out there, the times). And for those of you not in the know, both the daily and the post are gossip columns. People out here eat that shit up; almost as much as those zany brits!

To recap the week:

* I finally finished my appellate brief on monday, but not w/o going 38 hours without sleep and never leaving my room except for bathroom and cigarette breaks. Oh, and the occassional sus.

* I had two interviews this week - the new jersey covenant house and the nyc department of homeless services. Both seemed like very good internship experiences for the summer, but i think i'm hoping more for the covenant house. It's a shelter for at-risk and homeless youth in newark and i'd be helping to provide legal services for their needs. Whatever, i just want something so i don't have to look anymore.

* Friday i will finally get to blow off some steam at bar 13 again. This time it's Bonnie's bday so there will be an excuse to get poop-faced and work my magic.

* Oh yea, i've realized i'm basically like Al Bundy. You know how that guy got on a roll sometimes and hot chicks would fall all over him at his shoe store? Well, in the end he realizes that there's really nothing he can do about it - he is, after all, married with children. In the same way, I've been on a lucky streak and scorin' my fair share of digits these past several weeks and talking up to a few of them, but i think i had an epiphany this week. What's the point when you're married to school with no money and barely 'nuff time in the week to get your studies done? Man... i think i just need to have my wang mouthified cos' i'm startin to sound like a whiny lil' bitch.

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