Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.

      -Philip K. Dick


Hello friends and foes…I’m back.

Not sure for just how long, but I felt compelled to write this evening. It’s been a hell of a couple of weeks on Stephanie Street. Won’t get into the details, but I think it’s time to refocus. Get my priorities straight. Get all the bullshit out of my life. I’m halfway there, but change is not easy. Change takes motivation. And direction. I really have neither, but I like to pretend sometimes.

I’m trying.

STAY TUNED FOR EXCITING LIFE CHANGES(/musings on nothing productive whatsoever)!

(Love you, mom-mom.)


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.





go america.

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.

Or, rather, overheard on my cell phone. After 6 months with a terribly obnoxious digital ringtone, I’ve recently upgraded to an almost as obnoxious real song ringtone! Yippee! I really can’t get enough of “Valerie” by Mark Ronson and Amy Winehouse. I had heard it a couple of times at different bars or clubs I’d gone to, and it always ALWAYS got me going. As is most of Winehouse’s music, it’s kind of a throwback. Hand claps, a nice little shuffle beat, backing horns, you know the drill. The ringtone enters in “why don’t you come on over Valerie”, the horns bouncing in vintage-style as Amy sings, “Valeriiiiieeee”.

I’ve never really been a fan of using real songs as ringtones, but I just couldn’t resist with this one. And as my phone rang at work this morning (thanks, Mom), my first instinct was to cringe. I mean, it is a bit inappropriate in the workplace for an interjection such as that. But then, what the hell, it’s a nice change of pace, right? A welcomed break/disctraction in an otherwise humdrum day.

You’re welcome, co-workers.

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Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and in case you were wondering, I’ve semi-failed at this no smoking thing. I pretty much only smoke in the comfort of my own home, don’t bring them out with me, etc, etc.

Anyway, I was standing in line for the bathroom in Starbucks yesterday, and this homeless guy walks in and gets in line behind me. Nevermind his AWESOME beard, nevermind the homeless-guy stench that overwhelmed my senses as he stood next to me. A thought struck me. Is it appropriate to offer change to this man, standing in line for the bathroom? Isn’t he, technically, on break from panhandling? Now, I would imagine that any homeless man wouldn’t turn down an unsolicited offer for money, but there seems to be something out of place about doing so in that situation. I mean, usually if you give money to a homeless person, you drop some change into their cup and walk away–you feel good cause you helped out a homeless person, and they feel good cause they have more money. And then immediately each of you moves onto the next thought. But say I were to have given the guy some money. Then we’d just be standing there, musing on the exchange that just took place. Likely, I would have felt some sadness for the guy, maybe a little guilt for not giving more when I clearly could have, not to mention non-homeless-person guilt in general. Not that these things aren’t there regardless, cause they are, but I would think that they would be heightened by the exchange of money from my hands to his.

And then other questions started roaming around in my head, questions that I wanted to ask the guy, but just couldn’t bring myself to. Like, do you have a panhandling work schedule? Do you like being self-employed? Is there an unofficial homeless person union? A kind of community? Or is it a dog-eat-dog underbelly of New York? I then wondered if the homeless guy would appreciate me asking these questions. Would he find it rude? I certainly wouldn’t want to offend him, for both my and his sake. I would imagine there’s an element of embarassement associated with being homeless, but I wonder, if you’re homeless for long enough, do you start to become comfortable and accepting of your status?

Is all of this offensive? Homeless people are both invisible and an eyesore, a nuisance and a subject of public concern. I’m just trying to be honest about my experience of being in proximity to a homeless person outside of their…campground?…it really doesn’t happen very often, and it kind of threw me for a loop. Clearly.