Tuesday, January 15, 2008

conform to this

Right now we support Nick Miller.

Ky libër duhet të jetë lexim i detyruar për të gjithë Shqiptarët që kanë dëshirë të kuptojnë marëdhëniet tona me fqinjët e veriut.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

refund my membership

Ossei Essed of the woes is a fantastical musician and one of the better people at 1000 North 5th Avenue.

Monday, May 14, 2007

"i am a beautiful butterfly!"

The latest in the series of accidents commonly referred to as "my life" have been complicated and overwhelming. There has been very little time for writing, but the world has somehow managed to survive without my literary contributions. This does not surprise me, but it vexes me greatly.

As there has been very little Albanian around these parts, I have also lost my desire to share thoughts with the world blog-wise. Because, let's face it, without the Albanian there is really nothing worth sharing. Nevertheless, I have decided to contribute my mental masturbation to the internets regularly from now on, at least on a weekly basis.

Monday, April 30, 2007

these walls are paper thin

Apparently, it is possible to become stupider just by listening to someone speak.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Saturday, March 10, 2007

my IQ test came out negative

Unless New York is robbing you of your raison d'etre, it is in your best interest to not fight its force. The city has a plan for you and it wants you to follow it. In this I feel New York is a lot like God. The difference of course being that there is no actual scripture stating this and (unlike God) New York actually exists.

Since I am a woman sans raison d'etre, it has never occurred to me to fight against anything the city throws my way. Bending like the grass under the warm summer breeze, I have spent most of my time roaming around art galleries, love-hating the Japanese and writing brilliant works of fiction. I have also learned many things about the Albanians (myself included).

New York is infested with Albanians of all kinds; pseudo-intellectuals, hard working (often successful) immigrants, eurotrash men with too much to prove, gangsta wannabes and hipsters. After years of hardly any Albanian contact, I have found myself surrounded by my people and libraries containing reading materials in Albanian(!).

I take this to mean that New York's plan is for me to continue my focus in the ever-exciting and hip field of Balkan history. Therefore, since I will be spending the next couple of months writing academic papers and taking tests, postings here will be random. Basically, nothing will change.

In unrelated news, one of my favorite women has been hard at work producing some fabulous things to improve the quality of your life.