Holly Northrop Blog

So wow, is the world broke yet or what? What are we down to, 36 cents and a coupon for a free Egg McMuffin with purchase of medium coffee? Can you even buy coffee for 36 cents? Oh and, can we vote now? I'd like it to be over so can we just vote now. I want a black president for Christmas and I would like for Frankenstein and his Alaskan Bee's-nest-for-brains running mate to slither back into the shadows for the next decade or so. Well, he'll be dead in three to five but I have a feeling she'll be around for awhile. She wants to be president. A few years from now the Republican Party will have gussied her up and will parade her down the 'inside the beltway' runway as their version of the new Hillary.

"You bettcha" cha, cha, cha Palin went to five colleges in five years, (as apposed to Jasmine attending one college for five years) and she was a beauty queen? So hell yes, why not give her the keys to the country? Why stop at the country? Why not have her run the whole earth! Wooooo Queen of the Earth. Now she can really sink her teeth into a title like that.

This whole this is so insulting it makes me sick. I am nauseous to the point of barely being able to keep popsicles down.

Anyway, here is something weird; up until now, I've never seen anyone that I've ever taken a photo of again. I usually just take a photo and move on only to see them again on the light table. If I somehow manage to shoot something really cool of them, then they end up on a print and in a frame. There are just too many of us in this city to think that it would happen.

Well, I saw this guy at the train station again but this time he was drinking a Diet Coke® and eating a BABY RUTH® candy bar. Very different vibe indeed. At first, I smiled at him, as if I knew him because I thought I did. It took me a few seconds to realize where I remembered him from and how my wide smile must have seemed odd to him. And it did. He got kind of a weird look on his face and then kept glancing over at me every few seconds like I was going to get crazy on him. I had completely weirded him out by smiling at him, which I understand.

When I smile, a few things happen that do not work in my favor. I'm kind of transparent so I look super creepy in broad daylight and honestly my teeth do not help the overall presentation. I'm best gazed upon in more of a low light atmosphere, or in black and white. I had freaked him out so much that after a few minutes, he moved to another row of seats. Nice.

I had to pick up my mammogram films from St Mary's in Hoboken last week and from the second I stepped through the hospital doors to the second I walk out an alarm went off. Sometimes my timing is amazing. I couldn't make up the surrealism if I tried. The siren was like the old air raid sirens from the 40s but with a monotone voiceover "CODE RED 4TH FLOOR" on a ten second loop. All the lights were flashing from dim to bright to dim and then back to bright. It reminded me of Tomb Raider III Nevada Levels High: Security Compound.

What was even stranger was that no one seemed to care. The people I rode with in the elevator, the folks in radiology, general nursing staff walking the halls; I got nothing, no reaction what so ever. Everyone seemed to be oblivious to the whole event. Another thing I found interesting is that once you have an envelope with the word MAMMOGRAM printed in 72 point Helvetica Bold across the front, you can pretty much go anywhere in the hospital.

Case in point.

Going into Manhattan with three cents in my pocket and never the right clothing, my top four worries are: (in no order and ever changing)

1. Did I bring my ATM card?

1. What is the weather going to be like?

1. When do I have to catch my train to meet Martha?

1. Where the hell can I go to the bathroom?

1. Where can I buy over the counter medication if needed?

1. Did I bring enough film, is it a Jewish holiday and how close to B&H am I?

1. Does this bodega have string cheese?

1. Oh my god, where is my hand sanitizer?