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daily musing

March 27th, 2011 by Sipora | No Comments | Filed in deep thoughts, kvetching

Sitting too close,
thighs touching,
absorbing his body heat,
as he turned each page to his newspaper,
his elbow jabbed me right in the arm.

Buddhist Bitch

March 13th, 2011 by Sipora | No Comments | Filed in deep thoughts, kvetching

Over the past two and a half months I immersed myself in Buddhism. Totally immersed myself. It excited me. I liked it because it is about being human and not relying on outside forces to rule your life-religion. So I feverishly started reading book after book. I sampled various Buddhist centers in the city. I’ve basically meditated all over Manhattan. The first place I tried was a group of hipster girls in a recreational center in the East Village. But I decided it was too “Buddha-lite”- Don’t push the guy on the train. That’s not nice. I wanted more. I wanted to dive into the depths of Buddhism. So I found myself at an Upper West Side center being led by a Buddhist Lama (shaved head, full robes) and everyone was bowing and chanting and one man was rubbing Vaseline on his hands….which is besides the point…. I admit I was a bit uncomfortable. I thought- damn, well now this is just too heavy for me! I guess it’s back to “Buddha-lite”. So I checked out a few more places. I even did a mini retreat at one of the Buddhist centers that lasted the whole weekend. Starting at 9am on both Saturday and Sunday. I really don’t know how I did it cause I can’t wake up before 8am on days I have to go to work. The retreat, I’ll admit it was slightly torturous and slightly enjoyable.

So here’s a few things I got out of Buddhism that have really helped me:

Suffering- Everyone’s suffering. The asshole guy at work that gave me problems- well originally I probably would of thought he was a big fat asshole and that’s that. Well now I can see deeper and see that well, maybe he’s an asshole because his wife is sick or maybe he was supposed to get a promotion and he didn’t. So I guess I’ve become more patient with people.

Hope as an obstacle- You can’t go on hoping for things. You can’t live in the future. You have to live in the NOW (I’m guessing everyone’s heard that before). You have to make the best out of your present situation. Step by step.

Impermanence- Everything’s changing. Which is good to think about when you’re in a crappy situation. Cause sometimes you can feel really stuck.

Attachment- This term I’m a little back and forth with but. Basically it means not getting too attached to things because I guess things come to an end and then you find yourself in misery. Your boyfriend breaks up with you and life as you know it is over. Well, maybe it’s painful but maybe you also have to find happiness in yourself. And once you have that confidence and happiness, your life won’t revolve around that guy. But also it’s nice to be attached :) I’d like to eventually be attached…

And meditation. I’ve welcomed that in my life. It centers me and slows things down.

So I really like the whole “psychological” aspect of Buddhism. But there’s just one little thing I have a problem with. The whole – have compassion for every sentient being. Which besides knowing your own mind/self, is the other HUGE side of Buddhism. I’m not a mean person but I’ve really thought about it and I don’t think I want rays of compassionate white light flying out of my ears. I want to say how much I despise New York City pigeons and that I hope they all die. And the weird people that feed them everyday, well I don’t hope they die but they are freaks and weirdos and I want to be able to say so. The girl that dresses like a hooker everyday in my apartment building- well, why should I hide my true feelings about her. I like to bitch and kvetch and complain. That’s who I am.

Hey, through this process I definitely have I become more compassionate. I used to HATE when I found a seat on the subway and then someone would see the open seat next to me and sit down. I used to be like- ugh, their gross jacket’s ganna touch me, etc. But now, oddly, I’m like-please, have a seat. You’re probably tired also and need to rest your feet. But I will say- fine, let them sit down, but if they stink or are gross, I’m not ganna hold that in. I’m ganna kvetch about it.

So maybe I’m just not ready to become a devout Buddhist. I’m just human. I have a lot of compassion but I’m not about to become the Dali Lama. Maybe I’ll just go back to being a Reform Jew. Sigh.

 

 

Water

January 7th, 2011 by Sipora | 1 Comment | Filed in kvetching, video

My brother told me I needed to drink more water. So, I said okay and started drinking more water. For the first few weeks I was lugging those huge bottles of Evian and Fiji water home, determined to drink a bottle a day. I did it. No problem. I peed like every hour. What a pain in the ass. Now, I am not the most frugal person I know so I didn’t stop buying these huge bottles of water because they cost 3.50 a pop. I was just tired of lugging these heavy bottles home every week. Again being the non-frugal person I am I purchased a fancy Klean Kanteen water bottle for 20 bucks and started taking water from the UV water purifier thingy at work (I guess that’s being frugal?). Anyway, ya know, it’s one of those healthy, fancy, no chemicals inside bottles. Well the freakin bottle came with an extra surprise. It chirps! Or gargles. I’m not sure which one. I’m like stressed out every time I take a sip of water! It’s embarrassing. What do I do if I’m in a yoga class and need water? So distracting. I’m scared people will look at me funny on the subway. I was ganna return the thing but don’t wanna look like the crazy neurotic person I am. So here’s a little video of me drinking out of this bottle.

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My schnorrer hatha yoga teacher

December 13th, 2010 by Sipora | 1 Comment | Filed in kvetching

Class one:
Me: How much do I owe you?
Her: $18. $20 if you’re not ganna come back.
I gave her $20

Class two:
Her: Pay me next class.
Me: Ok.

Class three:
I couldn’t make it so I sent her an email-
Me: Hi, I can’t make the class tonight. Can I send you a check for last weeks class.
Her: Sure. Send a check for $25 to so and so address.

I honestly liked her class but because of her greediness I will not be returning. And I will only be sending her a check for $20. Her Yogi ethics are very very bad.

Fuck You

December 3rd, 2010 by Sipora | 1 Comment | Filed in kvetching, pix

A few weeks ago I was in the ladies room at work, in a stall- peeing. Since it was the end of the day and I was heading home, I had all my stuff with me- my bag and coat. Now in this ladies room there is no place to put your shit except on the floor. I could of draped my coat over a stall but decided to pile it next to my bag on the floor. So while I’m in the stall doing my business someone walks in the ladies room. She shouts out loud- Ew! Who puts their coat on the bathroom floor, that’s disgusting! (it wasn’t those exact words but something like that). I was kinda shocked that someone would actually say that. Keep your thoughts to yourself- shut up. I did not respond to her remark. She then made a joke like she was kidding the whole time. I still didn’t respond. I was not in the mood to say haha that’s so funny to her. I stayed in the stall until she left, to avoid the confrontation. Well what I wish I said to that lovely lady is FUCK YOU. Do you know where my coat has been?! I ride the NYC subways everyday wearing that coat. My body touches nasty subway seats that a bum was probably sitting on before me- drooling and crapping on and shedding his nasty dry skin on. I get squished in between every disgusting New Yorker in the cars. It’s not like I enjoy it, I just have to except it. Everyday I walk down the NYC streets, bumping and pushing my way through nasty commuters. I lean on buildings that pigeons shit on and bums piss on. Taxis? Do you know how many people puke in taxis? Now really- is it that gross that I put my coat on the bathroom floor? I don’t think so. This is a dirty disgusting city and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. So again- fuck you and I hope you get lots of nasty germs today.

* NOTE: I’m sure these are two very nice people.

Fresh Air

September 30th, 2010 by Sipora | 1 Comment | Filed in kvetching

I’ve been craving fresh air lately. I just want to go outside, breathe in hard and fill my lungs up with fresh, clean air. City air is killing me. My lungs are probably black and I don’t even smoke. I think the nastiest air might be in my own little Queens neighborhood- especially in the summer. And no I’m not talking about garbage. I’m talking about dog piss. Almost everyone in the city has a dog and that results in A LOT of dog piss. And dog piss smell doesn’t go away. I think it’s actually worse than dog poo. It sits there on the sidewalk and lingers. It’s so bad on the sidewalk near my apartment building that my superintendent has to hose it down everyday, sometimes twice a day. I’ll happily walk outside my building on a Saturday afternoon and get suffocated by the foul smell and want to puke. I’d like to stand on a glacier and breathe in, or a huge empty field somewhere upstate New York and just breathe for like :30 minutes. I work in Manhattan and it has to be one of the stinkiest cities in the world. All the cars and trucks and buses and their exhaust- yuck. I’m surprised all that stink isn’t affecting my brain, well maybe it is and I just haven’t caught on yet cause I’m slow due to the stink. Wednesday is trash night in the city. That’s always a special walk for me. Sidewalks covered with garbage. Bums knee deep in trash looking for cans. The stench sizzling out the tops of the piles. It’s amazing how the smell comes and goes. It floats up to your face then disappears as you quickly walk away from the offending garbage pile. Until, SMACK it hits you again as you walk down the next block with its heaping garbage pile. Maybe it’s just me but I find that way more men are wearing cologne these days. And I think women are wearing less perfume. I personally don’t like a guy that wears cologne. I like the raw man smell- HA. Um I once invited a guy back to my apartment that wore like a freakin bottle of cologne. He stank, his car stank, and I’m sure his house stank (never went there). So anyway, he sat on my couch with me…blah, blah, blah and after he left my couch stank like his cologne for like three days! And I didn’t even like him that much and I was stuck smelling his yucky cologne, being reminded of him. How about bad breath? Ever kiss someone with bad breath? I have. It’s basically like eating poo. Sorry to be so vulgar. I’ve also sat next to someone on a bus with bad breath- for five hours! And that person fell asleep with his mouth open. I wanted to toss a few tic tacs in there. Sooooo I really need some fresh, crisp clean air. I can keep going- dirty bums on the subway that crapped themselves, people farting or that just have bad BO on the subway, nasty public bathrooms, etc. I gotta get out of this city.

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Wii Wii

January 11th, 2010 by Sipora | 2 Comments | Filed in deep thoughts, kvetching

Why are kids and so many grown men addicted to playing video games?  I remember loving them when I was younger, but now when I play them I’m like- eh. So about two weeks ago my co-worker went on, and on, and on about how he bought his “daughter” (aka- himself) a Wii system. Now, I’ve played Wii before (the sports package) at friend’s houses and was always like- eh. But for some reason because of my co-workers ranting I started to research Wii games and get really excited. Ohhhh there’s “Wii Fit”- an exercise program. I could really use that! (because I exercise sooooo much). So being the impulsive asshole that I am, I dropped 200 bucks on a Wii game system. I then bought the new Super Mario Brothers game, Wii Resort (another sports package), and an extra controller (the extra controller is still in its original package because no one has come over to play with me yet. Yes I am pathetic). Please note that I have not bought the “Wii Fit”- the original reason for me buying the Wii. But I figure the sports games are enough exercise for now. So now I own a Wii. I like the games where you’re actually moving better than the ones that you sit on the couch playing. I bought a ten dollar game that you race around a grocery store pushing a cart and try to find certain items such as a chicken or a sack of flour. I had to stop because it made me nauseous and gave me a headache. Hopefully I will continue to play with my Wii and it doesn’t become a dust collector along with the many other impulsive buys I’ve made over the years. <sigh>

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Scarves

September 27th, 2009 by Sipora | 3 Comments | Filed in kvetching

Do you know what really pisses me off? I shall tell you. The “scarf trend”. I was shopping on the upper east side yesterday and every woman and her mother was wearing a freakin scarf. It’s September, not December. I understand it is a fashion trend, but I’m so over it. I’ve been seeing women wearing sweats and they throw on a scarf and “pouf” they now are wearing a put together outfit. It’s such a cheap trend! Everywhere I go- women in scarves. I’ll accept winter scarves and shawls, but none of this- throw a scarf on my ugly outfit and think I’m put together. …..I’m just sayin….

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Chicken Leg Lindsay

July 17th, 2009 by Sipora | 2 Comments | Filed in kvetching

I am really starting to get disgusted by Lindsay Lohan. I mean, I don’t mind reading about the girl and her idiot ways on Perez Hilton or in US. It gives me something to do while passing the time/ scratching my ass. But now I have to look at her again posing like her “idiol” Marilyn Monroe. Lohan is nowhere close to being Marilyn! She is a skinny piece of lunch meat, seriously. I first had to witness her nasty body a few months ago in New York Magazine. I remember turning the pages and wanting to vomit. Her white nasty skin covering ZERO body meat. And now here she is again in Spanish Vogue! Yuck! She is a pure being of disgustingness. Someone needs to put an end to this chicken leg insanity.

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Man Legs

June 23rd, 2009 by Sipora | 4 Comments | Filed in boyz, kvetching

What’s the deal with men sitting “spread eagle” on the subway?  Seriously, all men sit like this. They think the subway seat is their personal couch and I’m their little wife sitting next to them that they can knock their big fat knees into. Maybe it’s an instinctual thing. Like “you want a piece of this!”  “I’m a man, watch me grunt and show off all my glory!” Okay that was kinda gross, sorry. Anyways, when men sit with their legs totally spread out they take up not one but two whole seats. And they don’t care. Or they’re just too stupid to know that they’re taking up someone else’s leg space.  Like I said- all men! Young, old, blue collar, white collar, fat, skinny- all of them. I especially love when a man sits in the middle seat. So he’s in the middle with both of his legs totally spread out. So now both people on either side of him have to either knock knees or scrunch themselves to the edge of their seats, like I do. I do not want any nasty man legs touching mine, no thanks. Keep em closed, fellas!