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11 April 2008

Envy

So, Envy is this local magazine here in Dallas (and Houston) which has totally baffled me since I moved here. It represents a facet of Dallas I am just not into at all (and have rarely witnessed first-hand), and I also find it quite hilarious because it is called ENVY. Dude, NO ONE envies people who live in Dallas. They're all, Where? Do they have horses there? Which is patently ridiculous as well, but the magazine clearly wants people here to feel better about the fact they are stuck in a middle of America, no shoreline-having, empty-horizon, relatively modest city.

Wait, it doesn't want to make the general population to feel better at all; I take that back. Generally people who live here know that there are pros and cons to the place. Like why I moved back. Hey, I'm NOT a 4 hour drive from Manhattan anymore, nor can I just hop on down to the waterfront and have a beer with the pretty people of Boston, but I HAVE A WHOLE HOUSE WITH A YARD that I can rape my boyfriend in and still no one is close enough to even discern what we are doing. And it is CHEAP (The city, not my boyfriend, and certainly not the yard. We just had to spend $200 damn dollars on the yard and it looks a bigger mess than ever).

Envy is published for people who want to imagine themselves living big city NYC or LA life, but don't want to suffer the inevitable plunge in wealth that would come with such a move. Which I think is fair enough, but let's not pretend Dallas is something it isn't, you know?

Naturally, I was not surprised to find the bar listings full of problems in the April issue, which is the first issue I ever read. I mean, the magazine is focused on the superficial - why would  I expect them to have a FACT CHECKER?

from <ashbloem>
to annie@envymags.com,
date Wed, Apr 9, 2008 at 8:47 PM
subject Corrections
mailed-by gmail.com

Thought I should point out a couple things I noticed in your April edition for bar listings in Dallas.

Elm Street Bar is closed. That happened at the beginning of March. I understand that you probably get your edition ready a month or so in advance, so that's understandable.

However, you still have Monkey Bar listed. That closed before the New Year, so I'm a little surprised to still see it listed.

Lee Harvey's is NOT in East Dallas. It is not remotely in East Dallas, nor anywhere near Cosmo's, which it is listed with. I'd also say you are stretching it to say the Elbow Room is in Deep Ellum, but I understand you might need to save space. I also am not entirely sure why you don't put the Dubliner with the rest of the Greenville Avenue bars, since that is where it is, instead of putting it under the generic header "PUB".

And please please please do not encourage "white trash chic" at the Double Wide. Casual, or whatever the hell you want is more like it. But "chic"? Never. Not that I've ever noticed, anyway, and I'm there several nights a week.

There are probably more corrections needed but my head almost exploded from these glaring errors. Hope you find a better Dallasite to fact-check than whoever is doing it now!

Best,

A

I admit, I was sort of hoping for a little back and forth banter with the editor - what is up with my attitude this week? - but she just wrote me a single line - "Keep 'em coming."

Maybe they need to hire me?

************

So, YESTERDAY I felt really good about the wedding, and for the most part that is still true, but that stress I mentioned about wanting everyone to have a good time is mounting with every person that RSVPs with a YES. Of course, when I look at our awesome guest list I think "Well, of COURSE it is going to be fun. Look at all these amazing people!" But I still feel responsible for all the effort and money people are putting into it.

Guys, I'm really really going to try my best. But you are so fun, I know you will make up the difference if I fail somewhere.

Right?

13 December 2007

Grammar.

dolls_cailloutop


This morning David and I rolled out of bed, donned our bathrobes, and shuffled to the sofa for breakfast. We turned on KERA and watched a little bit of children's programming as we ate.


Me: "Shall we watch a little children's television?"

Davey: "Sure. We can see what kids are watching on the Dallas public station and then we'll know for our babies."

"Exactly."

/A show called Caillou starts.

Me: "Caillou? This has to be French. That's good."

Davey: "Or Canadian, of course."

"Oh right. Shit. I ALWAYS forget about Canada."

"Everyone forgets about Canada."

/Caillou goes to play in the sandbox with some friends. He breaks one of the other children's buckets. She gets mad at him and tells him to go away. He sits on a bench looking forlorn, and we hear the following voiceover:

"Caillou didn't MEAN to break Clementine's bucket. He felt very badly about it."

Davey: "OH GOD. GOD! THEY DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!"

Me: "Maybe he doesn't have a sense of touch."

Davey: "THEY DID NOT SAY HE FELT BADLY! NO! NO! NO!" /more yelling

"So it's cool I don't want our kids to watch TV, right?"

"Well they sure as FUCK aren't going to watch CAILLOU!"


I can't remember when I last saw him so worked up about something.

22 August 2007

When David tries to be sexy using language stolen from NPR.

/driving, listening to NPR's coverage of Hurricane Dean.

NPR: Hurricane Dean pounded the Yucatan Peninsula...

David: Sooooo. Want me to pound your Yucatan Peninsula?

Ashbloem: Whoa.

David: Hurricane Davey, pounding your Yucatan Peninsula?

Ashbloem: ...

NPR:  ... and precipitation levels in the area...

David: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Ashbloem: Wow.

13 December 2006

Work.

Last week:

Me: (picks up phone) HR, this is Ashbloem.

Fellow: Oh hello. This is Felix in security. I'm calling because we never got your fingerprints.

Me: I see. Perhaps this is because I am a contract employee?

Felix: No, we're supposed to get everyone.

Me: Ah ha. Well, I've been here since May, and next week is my last week, so it seems superfluous at this point.

Felix: uh... wha?

Me: Pointless.

Felix: Oh yes. You are right. OK, thank you.

Me: Goodbye.

********

Monday.

Me: (picking up phone) HR, this is Ashbloem.

Felix: Hi, it's Felix in Security.

Me: Hi again, Felix.

Felix: Actually, my manager? He says I have to get your fingerprints anyway.

Me: Well, that's just silly.

Felix: ... (quiet)

Me: ... (quiet)

Felix: Uh... well, uh... I think you have to do it. Can you come in at 1:30?

Me: I'm actually really busy today. Maybe.

Felix: OK. See you then.

(I do not go.)

********

Yesterday.

(Phone rings. Name on display is Felix. I do not answer.)

*******

Today.

Me: (picks up phone) HR, this is Ashbloem.

Nice reception girl: Hi Ash, it's me.

Me: Oh hello.

Nice reception girl: So, uh, apparently you need to get your fingerprints done.

Me: That's just silly.

Nice reception girl: Yeah, but they will terminate you if you don't.

Me: (giggles)

Nice reception girl: I'm serious!

Me: *sigh* Fine.

*******

Am I the only person in the WORLD who sees this as a POINTLESS EXERCISE?!?!

Also, it is creepy that a company would have my fingerprints on file, just to have them. It is not like I handle large sums of money, or have the key to a safe full of doubloons or anything. I can't run out with anything when I go, with the exception of some decent (but hardly exceptional) pens and a handful of paperclips.

I feel creeped.

19 September 2006

Comparison.

I wake up from a dream rife with adultry and collusion, wherein I am the cuckold and the victim; but it somehow does not seem to hold any portent. The images are overshadowed by the reality of my waking: my nose pressed against David's shoulder; his hand squeezing mine; feet tucked around each other's like human puzzle pieces that finally found their neighbor.

I extricate myself from this entanglement and get ready for work. I still remember the dream, but that world is not the one I live in. Fortunately.


**********


"Do you know that feeling when you are really hungover, but you have to go to work; and you are all gross and dehydrated and exhausted?"

"I do."

"And then how super good it feels to come home and take a shower and have a cold glass of water and crawl into some clean sheets?"

"Are you saying that you want me to change the sheets?"

"No. That good feeling is what being in love with you feels like."

31 August 2006

More on changes.

J: K- just called. SHE'S ENGAGED!


me: WHA?


J: But not to F-.


me: Huh?

I'm confused? Interrogatory statement?


J: She just called me. I was in the middle of something so I told her I'd have to call her back. Then she dropped that bomb. I can't wait to hear the story.


me: Wait, I am TOTALLY CONFUSED.

Isn't F the guy she lives with?


J: Yes. And she's not engaged to him. Some other dude.


me: I see.


....


me: MAN, what is with all the sudden relationship/life-changing news?

Terra moves to Long Island to be with someone she has dated for 4 months. You are having a baby with someone you've known since November. AB moves up after we have what we thought would just be a Christmas makeout session. Now K....

Have we all been hit with sudden CLARITY? Or insanity?


J: I think we're getting saner.

But according to psychologists, that's a sign of going crazy.

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