Weekly 7: April 19

by Jackie D on April 19, 2015

old-fashioned_print1. It’s above 50 degrees all this coming week which means it’s spring, which means it’s time to eat ice cream, which means it’s time for some new weird ice cream flavors happening out there because, let’s face it, Brooklyn can’t just have normal ice cream flavors like any other city.

2. Are you aware of exactly how horrifying cockroaches are? Like really? We had a cockroach incident this week (I was showering, saw the biggest roach I’ve ever seen in my life, jumped out of the shower dripping wet and screaming, and then my roommate killed it with all of the bleach we could find. I have yet to attempt another shower. I smell pretty good right now.) Anyway, to torture ourselves further, we researched roaches and discovered several terrifying facts, ie that they can live for a WEEK without a head or for 45 minutes without any air. Cool. Cool.

3. “Tapestries for the Tinder generation.”

4. My roommate and I saw this vampire mockumentary thing today and it was so great. So funny and so great. We are still laughing. And still sort of crying about the cockroaches.

5. “Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be.” – Matt Berninger

6. Tomorrow I’m stopping by the library to pick up one of my favorite books — Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower. Obviously it’s about the apocalypse. At this point can I call myself an apocalypse expert? If I add it to my LinkedIn profile will you guys endorse me for it?

7. This week is going to be a busy one — I have two nights of volunteering after work and a bit of frolicking in between. My roommates and I might try to catch the play The Heidi Chronicles (starring Elizabeth Moss) at some point, and I am long overdue for a date with some stand-up comedy.

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Snapshots from My Brooklyn Apartment

by Jackie D on April 13, 2015

brooklyn apartmentGuess what: I was on Apartment Therapy last Friday! My little Brooklyn bedroom was featured over there in the House Call section, and I am basically drunk with happiness. And potentially a bit of mimosa, if we’re being honest.*

Anyway, there are a few photos of my room over there, but I’ve added a couple more here as well (including my first GIF!). Also, all of the photos in that post show my room as being super clean, and I thought it was only fair to include a few photos here showing you how much laundry I normally have on my bed.

I’d like to do a longer post at some point featuring more of my apartment (my roommates are reading this and are like does this mean you’re going to clean the bathroom for us? to which I shall reply: probably in like 3 mimosas or so), so we’ll see when that happens.brooklyn apartment

I love my little room in my little apartment. I live with one of my best friends from college (a fellow sorority sister) and her younger sister. Sisters! Our fourth roommate is Netflix. Considering how much we watch it, Netflix is really like a sister to us as well. She single-handedly got us through winter.

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*You’re probably reading this on Monday, in which case I am now probably having coffee at my desk at work rather than having mimosas in my bed amidst a pile of laundry. Alas.

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News: I’m Volunteering at Housing Works!

by Jackie D on April 8, 2015

housing works bookstoreA couple weeks ago I made my best choice in New York so far – I decided to start volunteering at Housing Works Bookstore! This organization runs second-hand bookshops and thrift stores all over New York City and Brooklyn, and the main bookstore/café in Soho is staffed entirely by volunteers. All proceeds go towards ending HIV/AIDS and homelessness.

(They also host all sorts of events both in the stores and around the city – here’s a list of the spring events coming up.)

I feel like I have finally found a space in New York that makes complete sense to me. Housing Works is quiet. It’s organized. People there know not to bother you if you have a book open, or even if you’re just holding a book, or even if you’re just standing there. Zero bothering!

The café serves my two favorites: coffee and beer. The floor plan is wide open, not like all of those tiny, narrow, windowless NYC restaurants and shops that I still can’t quite get used to. And although the books are stacked pretty high all throughout the store, it doesn’t feel like you’re navigating one of those little bodegas where one wrong move could send a pile of toilet paper rolls and soup cans tumbling down around you. Bodegas = earthquake hazard.*

On my first shift I was supposed to be helping out in the café, but they needed an extra hand at the front of the bookstore area, so I volunteered to work there instead. My first task was to turn a chaotic pile of recent donations into a manageable pile that a bunch of the guys could then move to the basement for sorting.

In this pile I found such gems as “Cooking for Dogs,” “A History of Metal Music Boxes,” and “How to Be a Good Lover – Girlfriend to Girlfriend” (this seemed to be more of a “let’s have some girl talk” thing rather than a lesbian thing, but either way, very helpful!)

On my second shift, I arrived to find that there was an event taking place that night — one of the former Antarctic Writers in Residence was sharing poetry she wrote and photographs she took as a result of her trip to Antarctica. For those of you who recall the recent book I read about Antarctica, I’m sure you can imagine how much fan-girling was taking place on my part, and you can be adequately embarrassed on my behalf.

On my third shift, there was another event taking place — literary speed dating, a networking event for book agents and publishing houses. Wine was involved, so needless to say, it looked like it was going pretty well for everyone.

On my fourth shift, yet another event — a concert/poetry reading featuring Yo La Tengo and Amber Tamblyn. In attendance were Robin Wright and the guy who played Quinn in Homeland! Apparently I was standing next to Quinn for like an hour and had no idea it was him. For those of you who know how bad I am at recognizing celebrities, this should not come as a shock.

I read a book recently where the author talks about this thing she and her friends call a “moocow.” Basically, it’s when someone does or says something that makes you think, “Holy God, this person and I are meant to be together.” Basically, it’s like fate sending you a sign, except that “moocow” is more fun to say than “fate.”

I have so many moocows with Housing Works already: the Antarctica and literary speed dating things, for one. There are a lot of little things — I became obsessed with this random song recently, which wouldn’t be weird except that the song is like two years old so no one else is currently obsessed with it, and yet during clean-up the other night, my manager started playing it on his iPod.

My shift is after work and I don’t get back to my apartment until about 10pm usually, so between work and that shift and my commute it’s a pretty long day, but so far it hasn’t tired me out one bit. I imagine it has the same effect on me that running or playing sports or meditating has for other people. It requires energy and thought and dedication, but somehow at the end of it, it feels more like I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep rather than worked a 15 hour day.

I haven’t been so happy in any other place in New York so far.

*You can take the girl out of California but you can’t take the crippling fear of earthquakes out of the girl.
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