{"id":682,"date":"2006-08-11T10:17:59","date_gmt":"2006-08-11T14:17:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/08\/11\/trigger-west-bayfor-a-day\/"},"modified":"2006-08-11T11:33:23","modified_gmt":"2006-08-11T15:33:23","slug":"trigger-west-bayfor-a-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2006\/08\/11\/trigger-west-bayfor-a-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Trigger West Bay&#8230;.for a day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Trigger West Bay is apparently my porn or drag name (my first pet&#8217;s name and chilchood street address) and that&#8217;s who I was yesterday as I woke up with a bit of laryngitis. Of course, I didn&#8217;t realize this until a few hours later while at work when my phone rang. Since I live alone and work in a private office, I&#8217;ve come to realize that I have very little communication with other people.<\/p>\n<p>Then my phone rang, I picked it up, and I sounded like a drag queen. It caught both me and my caller by surprise.<\/p>\n<p>The funny thing is this little speaking issue isn&#8217;t accompanied by any other symptoms. Maybe it&#8217;s because I&#8217;ve had the fan blowing on me at night? There is a bit of pain if I try talking too much (but living the solitary and antisocial life that I lead prevents that from happening).<\/p>\n<p>Oh, my plans tonight with high school friends have been postponed due to family issues. And for once, they&#8217;re not mine! I guess Jessie needs to take care of the kids while her husband has some law school thing to attend.<\/p>\n<p>OK &#8211; so here&#8217;s a List of Five type thing I snarfed from Karyn&#8217;s blog (Vexed in the City):<\/p>\n<p><strong>Five Things in My Closet<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>an Aibo robot dog. I inherited this in the break-up with Matt because he owed me money (it in no way comes close to the amount he owed, unfortunately). It scared him because it had red eyes or something. I meant to sell it on ebay but it&#8217;s just sat in my closet for a year and a half<\/li>\n<li>Original Beatles toys\/magazines\/cards from the 1960&#8217;s. I discovered these while cleaning out my friend, Regina&#8217;s closets after she died.<\/li>\n<li>Clothes. More than I ever wear. I should probably go through and weed some out<\/li>\n<li>Games. Like Scrabble, Clue (Simpsons version), Gayopoly, Pervartistry. Plus playing cards (some with nude men)<\/li>\n<li>Zwiffer.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Five Things in My Car<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>NOTHING. I don&#8217;t own a car.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Five Things in My Freezer<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Fish (from Whole Foods)<\/li>\n<li>Trader Joe&#8217;s broccoli (I wrote that just for you Karyn!)<\/li>\n<li>Edy&#8217;s &#8220;all-fruit&#8221; popsicles&#8230;that had apparently melted in transit so now the sticks are completely surrounded by popsicle so I haven&#8217;t figured out how to eat them yet.<\/li>\n<li>Eggo blueberry waffles (over a year old&#8230;must be freezer burned)<\/li>\n<li>Trader Joe&#8217;s organic asparagus<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Five Things in My Bag<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Magazine (Boston Spirit)<\/li>\n<li>Aspirin<\/li>\n<li>Blue pen.<\/li>\n<li>Business cards<\/li>\n<li>coupon to Herrell&#8217;s Ice Cream Shop<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Books on My Nightstand<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Um &#8211; I don&#8217;t really have a nightstand. Just a mini file cabinet. But on it you&#8217;ll find &#8220;The Life and Times of Harvey Milk&#8221; (the only book there), plus an alarm clock, table lamp, ear plugs, and a remote control for my bed (it&#8217;s a Sleep Number bed).<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Trigger West Bay is apparently my porn or drag name (my first pet&#8217;s name and chilchood street address) and that&#8217;s who I was yesterday as I woke up with a bit of laryngitis. Of course, I didn&#8217;t realize this until a few hours later while at work when my phone rang. Since I live alone [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-682","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/682","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=682"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/682\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=682"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=682"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=682"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}