November 25, 2008
Dear Friends,
Over the past few months, Stephanie Street has lost some steam. While I don’t want to end this blog, per se, I would like to direct your attention to a NEW blog I’m writing for. It’s called Nonplused, and it was started by my friend Tiffany and I as an exercise in getting a little bit of brain activity going in our mindless cubicle life. So. Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Stephanie
September 4, 2008
I only have one thing to say:
Biden v. Palin is going to be hilarious and awesome and will once and for all show definitely that Palin is an ignorant, glorified PTA mom who knows about as much about the issues as Kitty from Florida who cited her “good character”, and ONLY “good character”, as the sole reason Palin is ready to be Vice President. I could go on. But I did say I only had one thing to say. You don’t want to hear all the other nasty things I could say. It might get ugly.
Also, read this.
July 25, 2008
Bored at work? Want to learn about all the super sweet and awesome things people are doing to save the world? Check out planetwize.com…..Yours truly has just begun writing for them. It deals with the intersection of global culture, music, and social action.
Pretty cool stuff. I recommend.
May 22, 2008
A journal by any other name is just a journal. In my almost month-long absence from this blog, I’ve taken some time to figure out whether or not I want to continue in the direction I’m going with it. With the Yankees sucking (except for last night. Darrell Rasner. Who’d've thought?), the primary campaign excruciatingly redundant, and me in desperate need of new music and finding none to my liking as of late, well, I’m all out of things to talk about I guess. That and it seems that my biting wit has disappeared somewhere. I intend to find it, snatch it back, maybe smack it around a little while for leaving me without saying goodbye. (I kid, I would never hit anything. That, and I never had any biting wit to begin with.)
I recently tossed around an idea with Jesse to start writing about my dating exploits. But there are all sorts of problems with that. The main one being that it would most certainly turn into a big experiment in oversharing. Which I have been prone to in the past, and I don’t want to make the same mistakes in the future. Writing about other people in a public space like this is tricky, and writing about someone who I could potentially at some point begin a…relationship?…with is really a recipe for disaster. Or at least embarassement. Or awkwardness. “Oh yea, I have a blog, read it! Oh wait, you’re on it already…” Yikes.
Along with my recent lack of topic material (although, I SWEAR, that Kittens Ablaze post is coming. I SWEAR.), I’ve come to an existential blog crisis. Why am I doing it? For my enjoyment? For my friends’ enjoyment? For the enjoyment of random strangers? Hoping to get discovered? After all, a friend of mine told me last night that Sirius just interviewed him for his blog. And it wasn’t even a really popular blog. Just a blog.
And that’s what this is. Just a blog. This is certainly not the first time I’ve come to or written about this “should I stop?” moment. I don’t WANT to stop…I guess this is a crisis of confidence. From what little I know of the blogosphere, I just don’t know if I can keep up with it all. Sometimes, like right now, I don’t feel funny, self-depricating, mean, angry, prolific, important, or interesting enough to be a mouthpiece that people actually want to pay attention to. Sure my family and friends are interested (love you guys), but who the hell else is going to care? Or like it? Oooook, this is definitely turning into an oversharing bit, so I’m gonna wind it down…
But I still wonder…is this just a stupid journal? Yea, probably. But I like my stupid journal. And I hope you do too.
April 23, 2008
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Do you ever wish you could turn back the clock? Ever wish you could have done things differently? Or said one more thing, or made one decision differently? Years go by, and you find these wishes and regrets have seemingly disappeared. Until they smack you in the face again. And you realize that while you thought you had pushed it all away, it was held tightly to you all along. You’ve changed, you’ve grown, but some things don’t change so easily. So what do you do? Nothing? There’s nothing to do, I suppose. Until slowly time allows you to make sense of things, and you can let go of the regret. But the wish? The wish is a bit harder I think. (Pink Floyd…they know.)
17 years is a long time to carry something like that. Especially for an almost-23 year old. But I think I’m growing up, finding no use for regret, understanding things as they are, as they were, and not as I have perceived them.
Still, JLV, wish you were here.
April 17, 2008
Yankee game number two yesterday! And oh wow, what. a. game. The LAST FIRST YANKS-RED SOX HOME GAME OF THE SEASON IN YANKEE STADIUM EVER was something of a slugfest classic, and the fans were fantastic. Fantastically entertaining. There is NO END to the shit Boston fans get in Yankee Stadium. It’s just hilarious. Most hilarious were the events that transpired right in my own section. I could go through, detail by detail, just how the events of one obnoxious Masshole Bostonian Red Sox fan three rows in front of where I was sitting got taken away by the cops. (I have never, NEVER seen a group of cops move that fast in real life.) But I have neither the patience nor the descriptive prowess to really give the whole incident the life and hilarity it deserves and warrants. So I will take a cue from my previous post.
Last night’s most entertaining moments, and the things I learned from them:
Cops on duty in the Stadium are definitely Yankee fans.
Peanuts are great for pelting at your enemy without getting into trouble.
Alcohol, while a great social lubricant, is also a great escalator of confrontation.
When in enemy territory, be on your best behavior, or you just might get jumped.
People from Boston really have the most annoying accents ever.
No matter how calm you think you are, everyone has a breaking point when they’re being pelted with things.
Policing in Yankee Stadium may be a tad unfair in the grand scheme of things. But damn is it funny.
March 26, 2008
For anyone who might be wondering (even though I doubt any of you are), the title of my post “Another Day, Another Dollar” is NOT a reference to a lyric in the new Sheryl Crow song. In fact, I probably would never have even heard this song if it weren’t for the fact that WPLJ is on the radio in the bathroom of my office. Ok, that’s all. Carry on.
sidenote: WPLJ really might want to consider a new slogan. I think this one could be a winner:
95.5 PJL [done in that sign-songy voice]: Music to piss to [done in that deep radio man voice].
Just throwing that out there.
March 13, 2008
I don’t know if any of you are, but please don’t be afraid of what you’ve read here. Or me. I’m just a girl. And these have just been thoughts. And I haven’t done anything but express myself.
Just making sure that’s clear.
March 13, 2008
My three week interlude is now closed I think. I hope you…enjoyed…it.
I dedicate this interlude to Jamie Leigh. Always loved. Always missed. Never forgotten. She has taught me more than I can even begin to explain. So I’ll just leave it at that.
March 11, 2008
I’m not NEARLY this much of a drama queen in real life.
