Let's talk about more metaphors

This is a photograph  from the first week of our apartment and this is what it means:

Maybe you can't see, but that's 6 dollar organic peanut butter = we live in Brooklyn near an organic foods store, and far from a reasonably priced supermarket.

The jam is Polish jam = we live in Greenpoint, home to the Poles!

The Red Cow Cheese, whose ad campaigns are targeted to young women who want to be thin = we are young women!

Granny Smith apple = the bittersweet, tangy tastiness of eking out a hip single girl lifestyle while jobless in New York in 2008.

Cups and bowls = presence of IKEA in  our lives.

Peanut butter and jam on toast = I'm unemployed!

Ok, the apple is a stretch, but I forget what I had in mind for the apple when I was documenting lunch.

It's 1am and David Blaine has blessed me with Magic

So hard to keep up when so much and so little is going on! I've been drinking with family for three straight weekends and it's been wonderful. My dad and I had a little come to Jesus session that, so far, has led to better relations. My cousin took me to a dance club in DC where I was the only white girl. I reconnected with my WASP heritage at my great aunt's birthday in Lawrence, NY. I made out in front of my mom. All enriching experiences.

Tonight I met up with another family connection - the friend of my maternal step-cousin whom I met once in a hot tub in Vermont in 2006. Thanks to thefacebook.com and good social skills, now we are buds in Brooklyn and we spent an hour this evening watching David Blaine sort of hang upside down in Central Park. It was entirely unamazing.

I'm beginning to feel nervous about the job hunt. I'm not sure I'm getting anywhere. I don't have much to do each day except scramble (on the Internet) to find jobs to apply for and people to email. So I'm both free and very busy. Still with the contrast of things and feelings about most things. Funny thing, feelings.

More on Nicole and Jake's wedding, Tata's 90th, nesting and loving Brooklyn later. Still on West Coast time and I need SLEEP.

A syzygy

That is what is going on right now, Reader, a syzygy of emotion, contrast, and activity. The home is coming together, the nation may be falling apart, and my unwavering commitment to positivity remains just that. I. Will. Not. Waver. But I sure hope the polls do.

In other news: our apartment building is like Friends, except a fraction of the size of course and the boy girl ratio is more in mine and Molly's favor. We've discovered a special friend scurrying in the kitchen, whom Molly alternately calls "Pappy" or "our white whale" and all I will say is he is too big to squish so Xin has fashioned a bludgeon out of a knife handle and duct tape. However, Pappy remains at large.  

My job search consists of "networking" like the shameless Ivy League grad I am. 

I've got this great photo that illustrates the first few weeks here so perfectly. It's full of symbolism and many layers of meaning as well as Polish foodstuffs and I'll upload it soonish.

I still have some burny feeling in my gut/heart area.