tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41339693421447327022024-02-19T08:15:17.086-08:00big words.<i>small girl. big plans.</i>katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-87669938717357825962010-03-16T16:18:00.000-07:002010-03-16T17:11:32.365-07:00talk talk talkthere's a picture of me as a little kid, probably no more than 4 years old. i'm sitting in my room alone, at my piano, with my headphones on. i'm looking over my shoulder, scowling: the most genuinely indignant face you've ever seen on a 4-year-old. the problem? my mother. who was (i'm told) behind the camera, interrupting my private time. how dare she.
this picture is often the gateway to a katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-77159933798718856122010-03-16T07:02:00.001-07:002012-02-21T19:40:36.275-08:00as determined by their vieweri just came across my last blog post. nine months ago. my first thought was, "oh, things change quickly." but because i'm trying very hard to qualify my thoughts these days, my second thought was "wait, have they really?"
nine months ago i had just finished my first year of graduate school. i'd secured my first two legitimate jobs in education. i moved to a real apartment. the sun was shining. ikatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-54537680305442181072009-06-09T20:54:00.001-07:002009-06-09T21:45:41.960-07:00two wheels, one borough, and a little time.
i tend to believe you are what you choose.
i was walking down 7th ave today after work, somewhere between 26th and 23rd and found myself looking around and thinking "this is good."
if you've ever walked down 7th ave between 26th and 23rd, you'll know it takes a special sort of determination to choose to have a moment of clarity in this certain stretch of the city (unless FITers and Chipotle katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-37035464892027683292009-02-23T09:01:00.000-08:002009-02-23T09:06:15.126-08:00too busy to writecapable only of 50 word bursts and pictures. tumbl-ing instead. someday i'll quit slacking.katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-91888406301981060262009-01-24T16:41:00.000-08:002009-01-24T17:42:53.233-08:00at last ...... and so begins the sexiest administration in history. suck it, nic and carla! your combined hotness has been one-upped! L'Amerique est la plus sexy!
... and here are some pics from inauguration day in harlem.
katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-27336321154489024752009-01-19T11:00:00.000-08:002009-01-19T11:54:09.837-08:00dirty grout and alli'm sure at one point the grout on my kitchen floor was white. there is some, scant, evidence that this was once the case: if you get down on your knees near the garbage can (though oh god please don't) and dust away the scum of a thousand years you might catch a glimpse of white. everywhere else, though, is jet black.
since moving here in august, this kitchen has been my particular bane.katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-8709748605638084272008-09-30T07:39:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:46:11.406-07:00I would post something original about Sarah Palinif I didn't feel like everything I have to say is summed up in this article:
The Sarah Palin pity party
"She boldly tries to pass off incuriosity and lassitude as regular-people qualities, thereby doing a disservice to all those Americans who also work two jobs and do not come from families that hand out passports and backpacking trips, yet still manage to pick up a paper and read about their katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-16813408985860087432008-09-26T21:00:00.000-07:002008-09-27T08:34:10.970-07:00My backpack
No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I have, however, grossly underestimated the amount of time and energy necessary to be a productive graduate student in a school full of insanely smart people. I looked back yesterday on the past week and calculated that I probably spent at least 35 hours studying/writing/pulling my hair out over spss code. I had three papers due and about 400 katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-56345910387623002432008-09-14T21:31:00.000-07:002008-09-14T21:40:33.009-07:00This is water
This morning I woke up at 10 a.m. to a soundtrack of Top 40 R&B slow jams, courtesy of a guy sitting outside my window in his car, drinking a 40 ... windows rolled down, no regard for those of us trying to enjoy a slow Sunday morning. After two hours (I'm not kidding), he walked across the street and peed on the apartment building across from mine. When I left my apartment at 1:00, he was katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-1712875516526923532008-09-13T16:53:00.000-07:002008-09-13T17:03:28.416-07:00Obama does ColumbiaSo, the 24,900 of us who weren't awarded tickets to Thursday's sit-down with Obama and McCain scrambled for a piece of concrete outside.
katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-3526103373039241102008-09-04T07:10:00.000-07:002008-09-04T07:14:00.633-07:00But I will share thisAn email from the CU President this morning ... Dear fellow member of the Columbia community,
I am delighted to welcome you back for the new academic year with some exciting news. Columbia University has been selected to host "ServiceNation Presidential Candidates Forum" next Thursday evening as a partner in the ServiceNation Summit that will take place in New York on September 11-12.
On katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-81625581013432605872008-09-04T07:03:00.000-07:002008-09-04T07:05:07.282-07:00Fact
I'll write soon. Hold yer horses.
In the meantime, I HAVE been sending things to my tumblr ...katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-68982940274944607312008-08-07T09:07:00.000-07:002008-08-07T13:54:39.082-07:00Never too early to talk about yule logs.
Those who know me well know the fervor with which I celebrate Christmas. It is the apex of my year. In fact, just the other day, I was thinking "Wow, summer is almost over. It's almost Christmastime!" That's right, in my mental calendar fall is not fall, but rather the prelude to "Christmastime."
I'm not too proud to admit that one of the main reasons I'm excited about living in New York katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-8457603989313718982008-07-30T16:24:00.000-07:002008-07-30T16:34:50.568-07:00Things I Plan to Do In New York City This Fall That May Lead to My Arrest1. Show up at the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince premiere and, per Claire's suggestion, yell to Daniel Radcliffe: "Show me your Harry Potter."
2. Pull a Chuck Bass on Chuck Bass.
katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-18131404849240522572008-07-30T15:46:00.000-07:002008-07-30T16:23:01.238-07:00Things I Have Accomplished In the Last 48 Hours; Or, Get Me Off This Crazy Train Called Moving Across the Country
The following things happened between yesterday morning and right this second, giving me official cause to tell this move to "bring it, sucka" because I am knocking shit out of the proverbial park.
1. I have a place to live in New York City. Repeat: I have a place to live in New York City. I had to somewhat let go of my ideal Upper West Side quaint studio scenario in a move that is, in the katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-48383428035097866392008-07-23T19:12:00.000-07:002008-07-23T19:38:26.854-07:00Sucka punch!
So, I'm starting to believe that yesterday, instead of having my two grossly impacted wisdom teeth removed, I actually paid the oral surgeon $500 to sock me in the grill for an hour. Do my teeth and gums hurt? Not a bit. Does my jaw feel like it has been broken into a million pieces? Yes. Case closed.
Of course, I don't actually know what happened during that hour, under the influence of katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-50201150756101419492008-07-16T10:45:00.000-07:002008-07-16T13:47:15.605-07:00In which my old/dead British boyfriends write songs that make me sad for the ladies...
So, I have this longstanding fear that I tend to gravitate toward tortured, brooding writers and artists who, you know, have um, issues with the ladies. I'm afraid this reflects badly on me as a "modern woman." Hemingway? Fitzgerald? Graham Greene? Full disclosure? I'd risk the psychological trauma to be a Zelda or a Hadley.
To further this embarrassing theory, I present my two '60s rock katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-10249668318007277252008-07-14T18:28:00.000-07:002008-07-14T18:34:22.274-07:00the queen anne sceneWith four more days in my apartment, though I'd share some pics I took this week on the hill .... world's smallest graffiti?katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-66801510840130337492008-07-09T12:19:00.001-07:002008-07-09T12:31:22.062-07:00Skeeze!Maybe my favorite craigslist apartment listing yet ... $100 Great offer for open minded woman (East Village)
I'm a white late 20's guy that works in finance. I work A LOT and therefore my social life has become nonexistent. So, I want to add a little bit of excitement to my life. I would like to rent the room to a woman between the age of 18-27.
You should be a free spirited, liberal minded katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-35941223087920763402008-07-08T16:39:00.001-07:002008-07-08T18:06:49.076-07:00In which Katie spends her Tuesday getting screwed over by a dental professional, Vol. 2
For about eight hours today, I was having one of those days, unique to your mid-twenties, when you feel a rush of excitement that you're finally in control of your financial life, finally independent, able to fully support yourself. It feels good! It feels amazing to realize that I'm moving to New York City, and I'm paying for the whole damn thing! I can actually do this and it's weird and katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-24709486759131099022008-07-07T18:24:00.000-07:002008-07-07T22:34:13.510-07:00Bus Notes: Scratch these ...
So I was reading this amazing article in last week's New Yorker this weekend about a woman with an insatiable itch on the right side of her scalp. She can't stop scratching.
One morning, after she was awakened by her bedside alarm, she sat up and, she recalled, “this fluid came down my face, this greenish liquid.” She pressed a square of gauze to her head and went to see her doctor again. M. katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-41537322562037092622008-07-06T11:40:00.001-07:002008-07-06T12:30:26.163-07:00Old photos of people I've never met
My favorite spot at the Fremont Market is a booth in the covered area full of old things I always promise myself I'm going to buy and do cool, artsy things with (haven't once yet, c'est la vie): old watch faces, typewriter keys, Victorian-era French postcards, oversized Dick and Jane books. What really draws me back to this spot, Sunday after Sunday, though, are the boxes full of old black and katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-45649636835465708142008-07-05T15:05:00.000-07:002008-07-05T15:25:24.270-07:00Bibliononsense
So I've been grappling with the idea of writing a book. My hesitation lies in the fact that I feel that just by saying "I'm thinking of writing a book," I've catapulted myself into a very special circle of hell reserved for self-indulgent know-it-all assholes. But I do really want to write one. At some point.
What, at nearly 25, do I have to contribute to the world, save for a knapsack full katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-15196914531241671852008-07-05T13:50:00.000-07:002008-07-05T15:30:47.165-07:00Home and Heartbreak: 120 Hours in Cowlitz CountyHopes were high for this week.
I had five days away from work and plans to spend the 4th of July in my hometown, where I've spent nearly every 4th in my 25 years. I've been hard on my hometown in the past. There are drugs, abandoned industries, poverty, the persistently declining graduation rate of my high school ... all cyclical. The truth is, though, having been away for some seven years, I katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133969342144732702.post-51039518999097309582008-06-12T12:21:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:56:05.371-07:00I need company
So there are a couple of things I am currently, desperately, physical-pain-in-gut missing at the moment. 50% of that couple-of-things, well, I am too coy to blab on about on my blog (though you know I'd love to shout it out). The other 50% of that couple-of-things is my cat. Last night it was raining (it is taking a marked effort on my part to not focus all of my energy right now on hating katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500417008676141667noreply@blogger.com0