Monday, March 9
Saturday, March 7
take me here
This still shocks me every time no matter how many times I hear about it.. "Since the recession started in December 2007, the economy has shed 4.4 million jobs, with more than half of that number lost in the last four months alone. A total of 12.5 million people were unemployed in February, the Labor Department said." -Lucia Mutikani; Rueters
“We’re so busy watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are.”
-calvin and hobbes
“We’re so busy watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are.”-calvin and hobbes
the most beautiful suicide
I stumbled across this on another blog and was beautifully stunned by the story..
"On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death.
The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.
From McHale’s NY Times obituary, Empire State Ends Life of Girl, 20:
At 10:40 A. M., Patrolman John Morrissey of Traffic C, directing traffic at Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue, noticed a swirling white scarf floating down from the upper floors of the Empire State. A moment later he heard a crash that sounded like an explosion. He saw a crowd converge in Thirty-third Street.
Two hundred feet west of Fifth Avenue, Miss McHale’s body landed atop the car. The impact stove in the metal roof and shattered the car’s windows. The driver was in a near-by drug store, thereby escaping death or serious injury.
On the observation deck, Detective Frank Murray of the West Thirtieth Street station, found Miss McHale’s gray cloth coat, her pocketbook with several dollars and the note, and a make-up kit filled with family pictures.
from-http://kottke.org/08/07/the-most-beautiful-suicide
http://deartroy.com/"
"On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death.
The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.
From McHale’s NY Times obituary, Empire State Ends Life of Girl, 20:
At 10:40 A. M., Patrolman John Morrissey of Traffic C, directing traffic at Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue, noticed a swirling white scarf floating down from the upper floors of the Empire State. A moment later he heard a crash that sounded like an explosion. He saw a crowd converge in Thirty-third Street.
Two hundred feet west of Fifth Avenue, Miss McHale’s body landed atop the car. The impact stove in the metal roof and shattered the car’s windows. The driver was in a near-by drug store, thereby escaping death or serious injury.
On the observation deck, Detective Frank Murray of the West Thirtieth Street station, found Miss McHale’s gray cloth coat, her pocketbook with several dollars and the note, and a make-up kit filled with family pictures.
from-http://kottke.org/08/07/the-most-beautiful-suicide
http://deartroy.com/"
Monday, February 23
0 stars for wisdom teeth
Getting wisdom teeth out sucks. It was my first time having any type of surgery and makes me realize how thankful I am this is the only surgery I have the pleasure of being familiar with.
I went in Thursday morning to get it done. I was sooo nervous. They called me back into the room and started to hook up the machines to me that would be monitoring my heart beat and breathing. I could hear the beeping from the machine monitoring my heartbeat and it sounded like I had just hit jackpot at the casino. "BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!" going so fast. "Alright, so have you ever had Nitrous Oxide, Jennifer? The more you breath in, the less youll feel." So sure enough I was breathing like I had just finished a race. "its not working!" i remember saying, as my fingers became numb. Before I knew it, they were hooking up the IV. My heart rate had slowed down and it was apparent the the laughing gas was taking its full effect on me. Last thing I remember was the surgeon telling the most boring story about some medical party he went to. I remember thinking, "he is telling me this so ill fall asleep!!" Then before I knew it, everything slowed down and with the blink of an eye it was over.
I woke up in the BEST mood. A little mad that I didnt get to do the classic "countdown from 100" but happy none the less. My mom came in the room and was talking to the surgeon saying how fast it was. I shouted, "FASTEST SURGEON IN THE WEESSSTT!". Then up until today I have been stuck in bed looking like a chipmunk & taking vicodin everyone few hours when the pain starts to kick in. Today is the first day I haven't taken vicodin which is nice because I actually have some energy. Over the weekend I watched countless movies, food channel religiously, and the first season of The Office (which by the way, I am officially obsessed with). Moral of the story, getting your wisdom teeth out sucks.
I went in Thursday morning to get it done. I was sooo nervous. They called me back into the room and started to hook up the machines to me that would be monitoring my heart beat and breathing. I could hear the beeping from the machine monitoring my heartbeat and it sounded like I had just hit jackpot at the casino. "BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!" going so fast. "Alright, so have you ever had Nitrous Oxide, Jennifer? The more you breath in, the less youll feel." So sure enough I was breathing like I had just finished a race. "its not working!" i remember saying, as my fingers became numb. Before I knew it, they were hooking up the IV. My heart rate had slowed down and it was apparent the the laughing gas was taking its full effect on me. Last thing I remember was the surgeon telling the most boring story about some medical party he went to. I remember thinking, "he is telling me this so ill fall asleep!!" Then before I knew it, everything slowed down and with the blink of an eye it was over.
I woke up in the BEST mood. A little mad that I didnt get to do the classic "countdown from 100" but happy none the less. My mom came in the room and was talking to the surgeon saying how fast it was. I shouted, "FASTEST SURGEON IN THE WEESSSTT!". Then up until today I have been stuck in bed looking like a chipmunk & taking vicodin everyone few hours when the pain starts to kick in. Today is the first day I haven't taken vicodin which is nice because I actually have some energy. Over the weekend I watched countless movies, food channel religiously, and the first season of The Office (which by the way, I am officially obsessed with). Moral of the story, getting your wisdom teeth out sucks.
Sunday, February 8
Friday, February 6
first check
Well where do I begin....
Last week I was sitting in class when a friend of mine asked me to see my planner. On January 30th he asked me to put that I was having lunch with him. I agreed thinking that he had discovered a new sushi place (my favorite) that he wanted to introduce me to...
On the 30th he picked me up around 11:30. We drove downtown and he told me his mom found out we were eating lunch downtown and asked him if he could pick up some paperwork for work from a friend of hers. I believed it because his mom did work downtown. There was a cone in the parking spot right in front of the building 'reserved' for him. I was told it was because she knew that we were in a hurry to get to lunch since we both had work at 1:30. We go inside and Rafael ("his moms work friend") pulled him outside saying he needed help with something real fast. So I sat in the lobby of the building waiting thinking of what type of sushi roll id order today. They came back in and we headed up the elevator which I assumed was to grab the paperwork. We went to the top floor, up some stairs and Rafael asked me to close my eyes and take his hand. Hm, interesting. I did as told and when I opened my eyes the most beautiful view that San Diego has to offer laid out in front of me. There we were, standing on top of a building that overlooked all of San Diego. Such a beautiful, clear, sunny day. The building had no rails which made it even more amazing (and a little scary for someone terrified of heights). Come to find out that my friend had went to several different building in hopes to get to the roof because he knew it was something I had been wanting to do. When he saw this building he knew it was the one. He tried to sneak on but there was no way in since every door was locked. The maintenance man, Rafael, came out and asked him if he needed help. He told him he wanted to get on to the roof because a friend of his has always wanted to have lunch on top of one. Rafael loved the idea and the courage he had to ask and willingly said he would allow this to happen. When we were leaving Rafael told us we were welcome back anytime and that he also had several bikes that we could use if we ever wanted to borrow one and go for a stroll downtown. Such a caring, genuine guy.
And that is how I got my first check on my bucket list, Sneaking onto a building to have lunch :)
Last week I was sitting in class when a friend of mine asked me to see my planner. On January 30th he asked me to put that I was having lunch with him. I agreed thinking that he had discovered a new sushi place (my favorite) that he wanted to introduce me to...
On the 30th he picked me up around 11:30. We drove downtown and he told me his mom found out we were eating lunch downtown and asked him if he could pick up some paperwork for work from a friend of hers. I believed it because his mom did work downtown. There was a cone in the parking spot right in front of the building 'reserved' for him. I was told it was because she knew that we were in a hurry to get to lunch since we both had work at 1:30. We go inside and Rafael ("his moms work friend") pulled him outside saying he needed help with something real fast. So I sat in the lobby of the building waiting thinking of what type of sushi roll id order today. They came back in and we headed up the elevator which I assumed was to grab the paperwork. We went to the top floor, up some stairs and Rafael asked me to close my eyes and take his hand. Hm, interesting. I did as told and when I opened my eyes the most beautiful view that San Diego has to offer laid out in front of me. There we were, standing on top of a building that overlooked all of San Diego. Such a beautiful, clear, sunny day. The building had no rails which made it even more amazing (and a little scary for someone terrified of heights). Come to find out that my friend had went to several different building in hopes to get to the roof because he knew it was something I had been wanting to do. When he saw this building he knew it was the one. He tried to sneak on but there was no way in since every door was locked. The maintenance man, Rafael, came out and asked him if he needed help. He told him he wanted to get on to the roof because a friend of his has always wanted to have lunch on top of one. Rafael loved the idea and the courage he had to ask and willingly said he would allow this to happen. When we were leaving Rafael told us we were welcome back anytime and that he also had several bikes that we could use if we ever wanted to borrow one and go for a stroll downtown. Such a caring, genuine guy.
And that is how I got my first check on my bucket list, Sneaking onto a building to have lunch :)
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