gotta get back into updating this lil guy

Jessica Katz Preparing for Hanukkah

Jessica received a very thoughtful pre-Hanukkah gift from my favorite RN today. Don't tell her that I am planning to eat all the gelt.

"LOOKIN' GOOD @ WORK"

A washed-up figure skater imagines what could have been if she hadn't choked when she had her big chance...

my first dog

I miss this lil poocher.

Another Gem

"March 6, 1996


Today I went to poterey class. We made cups. Mine is a soup mug. When I glaze my mug I will write Molly around it. At each notch I will make a circle (or dot). It will be writen in light blue. It'll have confettie. Lots will be wite. My cup is a slab cup. A slab is a flat peace of clay. I used an 11 inch long slab. It's about 4 and 1 half inches wide. The handle looks like a capital C. When it goes in the ciln it will shrink."

Something I find sort of funny about all these journal entries is the matter-of-factness with which I deliver my bizarre concept of reality. Like, is there actually such a thing as a soup mug? In retrospect, this idea may have just been a product of the fact that my father has always preferred to eat his soup out of mugs...He's always been pretty particular about what TYPE of mug he likes to use for soup-holding purposes. I'm glad my mom keeps sending me these. If only Miranda July didn't just publish a book of a book she wrote as a child...

From the Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Molly S. Roth

"Jan. 3, 1996

 I had a dream. It took place at a place near my balet class. The time was in the Middle Ages. Angelica asked her dad for a suit is shing armor. It was all blody. There was a dragin that breathed out fire. It was really what it was like in the Middle Ages. I know what it was like because I was at the Renaissance festible. I went jousting and I got knighted too. My dream was wered. I had it in the morning."

My favorite thing about this is that I managed to spell "Renaissance" correctly, but failed miserably at festival. It's weird, because I don't think I've really changed all that much since 1996 - granted I've gotten a little bit better at spelling and grammar, but I still fully understand what my 8 year-old self was talking about, which is pretty freaky!

"Feb. 21, 1996

I think I need glasses. I know eventually I will need them for my mom and dad have them. I think so because I've tested my eyes. I can spell or read stuff 1-10 feet away. But I can't see things 11-what ever the last number is. I know that I'm near sited too."

a drawing of a jewish gangster

happy halloween

Krilly's Masterpieces

These are what it would look like if Kristina and I had babies, I guess...A couple delightful exquisite corpses. A good way to spend Saturday.

This is what it's come to

Sharpie, White Out, and Hi-Liter on post-it.

My Cat's Secret Life

Tonight I was walking near Union Square and discovered the double life led by my beloved cat, Jessica. Apparently while I'm at work, she's out making her way as a soothsayer. Who'd've thunk it?

Man, it's been a while since I've posted. Gotta get back into this. Making things every day was great. Maybe once I have my desk all cleaned off, I can go for it.

Today I got an e-mail from North Face about a shipping label generated for returning a North Face jacket on warranty. I'm not sure which Molly Roth this was for - I mean it's for Molly D. Roth, not me, Molly S. Roth - but I've gotta say, it makes me feel a little strange to be one of many of my kind. I don't even rank very well in Google searches. Gotta amp up my SEO power.

I started my day with this picture (thanks, Kathy!) and ended it drawing over the following:

one of the good things that came out of my 10 months living in a tomb

Also I guess a by-product of my being a semi-hoarder and not wanting to get rid of things. Regardless, I think that whatever water damage happened to these pictures, it was not damage at all. Pretty cool, huh?

Man, I am such a mysterious woman.

Sometimes I really wonder how/why songs get stuck in my head. I mean, most of the songs that I have stuck in my head don't really reflect my tastes in music. This one, for instance. I was just "chillin'" in my bedroom and suddenly I realize that I am silently singing this to myself. WHY! Dear lord.

I've had lots of strange information floating through my head today. Like I learned about how it used to be in vogue in ~18th century England to have your own personal hermit living on your property. Or how about this: 1/4 of the species of mammals are bats! And there are these bats that have a SIX FOOT WINGSPAN! THAT IS SO TERRIFYING. On the other hand, there also exist bats that are tiny, cute, and white, like lil marshmallows.

You learn something new every day.

More Pix from the Past

This is a picture of my sister, mother, and me. I must have been seven years old here...around the start of my awkward period, which has persisted into my near-mid-twenties. I can clearly remember purchasing the dress I'm wearing with my mom, and thinking how fashion-forward I was wearing that retro, 70's polyester get-up. It was neither the first nor the last of my misguided attempts at dressing well.

It's always good to be prepared. My friend Sophie and I have discussed possible memorial tattoos for whoever checks out first. Obviously, it is my hope that we are old ladies when the tats happen - or maybe while we are both still alive and well. Regardless, I think my next little book-type-thing will be a few possible suggestions for Sophie.

I honestly just don't understand Facebook's sponsored adds. These are insane.

weird doodles

This is much better than the first version, in my opinion.

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Another one for Abby

I am in Michigan until Thursday. It's been a while since I've updated this, I know - it's just so hard to "have it all" right now because, honestly, I'm in a creative slump. Instead, I'm having all these really lame and banal thoughts whirling through my head, like, "Wow, I wish I had a washer/dryer in the place where I live - that would be amazing" - real lame stuff.

The thing about slumps is I think it's actually better to just ride it out rather than fight it. Maybe I'm wrong - wouldn't be the first time.

Abby, I am posting this for you, because I think you will find it hilarious. A picture of me from probably around 3rd grade that my dad e-mailed me today. "Cheeky".

is this illegal?

This is such a good screenshot. It's worth it.

some hand made calling cards

Well, my life is still happening, which I'm very glad about. And I still don't really have any one full-time job, so in an attempt to further my career, I've joined a networking group. It's called "Women in Children's Media," and being a member involves going to all kinds of events and meeting all these other cool ladies who are doing the things that I'm probably interested in doing. The first event that I'm going to attend is something involving American Girl Dolls, and I am looking forward to meeting women with my interests who are successful. Since I'm kind of strapped for time, I decided to make hand-made calling cards to hand out at the event. Since I went on a free catalog ordering kick and got a bunch of dogalogs...my calling cards are going to be mostly canine-oriented. Hopefully I don't hand any cards out to a cat-lover.

(not mine)

A lame "I LIVE IN NEW YORK" picture

It's cool that I live in New York, though.

Why I haven't been blogging...