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Category: plans

a to do list for this blog

You know, I just can’t seem to get things done in a timely fashion.  Just to kick my bum into gear, I am going to write up the things that I have been knocking off of my 101 list, starting with these things:

  • Learn to tango.
  • Learn to make excellent risotto.
  • Find a hat that looks good on me.
  • Visit a friend who is far away.
  • Eat a mangosteen.
  • Grant a wish.
  • Write my Senator.
  • Write my Congressman.
  • Find a rockin’ pair of glasses.
  • Go a week without wearing make-up.
  • Storm out of a room, dramatically.
  • Get to 400 blog entries.
  • Learn the Presidents, Vice Presidents, and a few bizarre facts about each.
  • Have a conversation with a stranger.
  • Spend an entire day in my pajamas.
  • Read 5 books that I own, but haven’t read.
  • Finish 5 books that I have started.
  • Watch five movies that I pretend I’ve already seen.

While some aren’t, most of them are completed.  And bitches, I’ve got the photographic evidence to prove it!  That is, on some of them.  So by the end of next week, I will have completed my list of things on another list that I am to document.


a laundry list…


There are just so many of them.  To do lists, priority lists, Top 10 lists, shopping lists…  the list goes on.

Personally, I love them. I’ve got a list for everything. My favorite list is my “100 things to do before I die” list.  It’s a mess of hopes and dreams, casually enumerated for my perusal.  The reality is that some of those things might never get done. Actually, a lot of those things might not get done. After all, when am I going to find the time for Number 19:  Be on the lam.

So it was with a little jealousy, I will be the first to admit, that I am witnessing the ever shrinking list of my righteous Ms. Al. With all the things that she can inspire, strange that she drives me to make yet another list.  This particular one has taken me an eon to accomplish. To make excuses, it’s not as easy as one might believe to come up with 101 Things to Do in 1001 Days.  It’s not the same as putting together a list of things to do before I die.

I’ve already done some of the things on this list, but who cares.   I want to do them again.

After all, this is a list of things that I want to do.  It’s a list of things that I love to do.  It is a list of things that I’ve put off.  It’s a list of things that would make my immediate world kind of great.  It is a list of things that have a reasonable chance of accomplishment.  After all, I only have somewhere in the neighborhood of 2.75 years to get it done.

Feasibility changes scope.

March 24, 2010…

my kind of town…

piniella2.jpgTo my Chitown peanuts:

Coming home for the weekend! I expect barbecues.



I’ve been a bit cryptic about a few things lately. Humblest apologies, as jinxes abound. You know, eyes to be dotted and tease to be crossed. For the biggest one, it looks like everything is just about final. I guess there is only one thing left to say to my New York peeps:




That’s right, my friends! Grab the glitter, free up some bail money, and get ready for the whirlwind! Your girl Genghis is coming home, right coast style! Badder than ever, with an attitude to match!

louthumbsup.jpgWhew. Needed to get all of those exclamation marks out of my system. So here is the story in a nutshell: A few weeks ago, Mr. Taylor offered me a position on a project that will be based in NYC. It’s the perfect interim while waiting for grad school, n’est ce pas? It took a few weeks to iron out the details, but it seems that everything is go, go, GO!

I will be leaving my beloved Chicago on Friday morning, head to Hamptons for the wedding of the summer, and finally settle my pretty little self in one of the five for the next few months. I have left most of y’all in the dark about this, save for those few whose couches I will call home base, and a few in Chicago that might miss me too much.

To my New York contingency, enjoy the love while you can, as this is only temporary.

To my Chicago crew, I will be back on a bunch of weekends, but will still miss you more than you could know.