vaya con pance

blog hard November 30, 2010

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So I re-watched “Pump Up the Volume” over Thanksgiving break. Arguably a cult classic starring Christian Slater and Samantha Mathis’ boobs. C’mon. Everybody knows (cue the soundtrack) it’s the most memorable part of the movie. What guy didn’t hope that a chick would just show up in his backyard one night to take off an oversized early-90s sweater revealing a bra-less top half? Well, for that matter, what girl didn’t remark enviously at her level of confidence? Or remark enviously for their own Christian Slater to pop in on… maybe… mmmmm.

Anyway. Digression.

Halfway through the movie I had a light bulb moment = Mark’s short wave radio show was the original blog!

Rambling soapbox thoughts of no great importance blasted out to whoever is listening with the occasional engaging call-in or comment. Yesterday’s audio outlet is today’s world wide web of written words. Whoever had a frequency can now just have an URL. What we once preset we now bookmark. Let the self-satisfying forum(s) live on!

Quasi related, I had dinner with an old AOL friend last night who now works in marketing for an internet radio company. Ah, the marriage of times. I can’t decide if that concept touts radio as foundationally tried and true or if it’s really a brand new multimedia step into the future. Maybe a little of both? Who knows.

I *do* know I prefer my rambling angst with a side of teenage heart throb and some bare skin. Moment of silence for the scene where Slater is shirtless, too.


Alas, you’ll have to scour the internets to enjoy that part. So be it.


i did inhale November 21, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 11:57 pm

Two weeks ago after my first ever acupuncture appointment…

Aside: the location of which is on the 14th floor of a nondescript building in the Flatiron district with a view of what appears to be Converse offices across the street, exhibited by silver aptly-fonted letters mounted on the wall behind a large receptionist desk; I half expected the desk to be flanked by two high top-shaped planters.

… I opted to walk the long way home via Bryant Park to the East 53rd Street E train. It’s finally cold outside. This explains my zest.

Bryant Park’s seasonal shopping booths and ice skating rink were fully open and operational, Louis Armstrong was loudly drenching the crowd. Yes, I realize it’s a scene fit for a drugstore snow globe, but oh how I love that exact New York.

Cliche? Sure. Pance = sucker? Of course.

Perhaps it was my freshly needled pressure points, but I found myself stopping and staring and suddenly working on my one good tear. There is nothing, nothing that can compare to a chilly holiday-y NYC. Walking around just feels different, sparklier, happier, optimistic. Things are gonna be okay because that thing is in the air again. If I could only find a way to bottle it I’d be rich. Maybe get some Ball Jars, seal ’em up, label them with “Holiday New York City: Best if Used By December 25.”

Then I thought – as I do at least once every year – this Christmas might be my last here. And it made me sore afraid. All in all, the thought of breaking up with the city breaks my heart.

My dad recently said to me, “You CAN’T leave New York! It’s in you.” Disclaimer: his motives may be a little skewed toward a free-place-stay-during-baseball-season, but he still has point. It *is* in me. I have breathed in the jarred preserves and I’m gonna need a lot of needles to deflate.

Pictured: Bryant Park during my first Christmas in NYC (2003), before they decided to decorate it with shopping booths, an ice skating rink and tourists.


see what’s become of me November 10, 2010

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Last Saturday night I set my alarm to make it to the gym by 9AM Sunday morning. I thought, “Will this actually work since clocks go back an hour tonight?” Not truly caring, I fell asleep trusting the digital hourglass of my life.

I slept restlessly. I worried about getting trapped in the time change and starting the next day discombobulated and late. I rolled over and checked my phone at 2:30AM. I wondered if it was the NEW 2:30AM or the OLD 2:30AM. I got up to pee and peeked at the cable box to confirm. 2:33AM. Hm. Mr. Cell Phone and Mr. Cable Box could be working together in their time trickery. I climbed back in bed. I was wide awake.

The only way to confirm once and for all whether or not I was existing in an accurate timespace continuum was to check my analog watch. Let’s all take a moment to swish that reality around in our brains for a bit…


So I get up out of bed. Again. I find my watch and squint to see what numbers the big hand and the little hand were pointing to (turning on the light would mean I was really really awake). 3:40AM. Gasp! My cell phone and the cable box were in correct cahoots!

I go back to bed. Again. At least I knew what the real time was. But then I just started thinking about how everything of importance happens in the middle of the night. The Tooth Fairy gets inventory. Santa Claus gets cookies. The Easter Bunny… well… yeah. So maybe there’s a Daylight Savings Time Creature?

While I was sleeping did the DSTC come in via my fire escape, giggle to himself, eat some rice cakes and reprogram everything? Who changed the time? All I know is I woke up in the morning on time for life and ready to roll. I looked skyward out the window and silently thanked the imaginary time change creature. Bwok Bwok.

They do exist.


thank goodness November 4, 2010

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