I punched a girl with braces
June 30, 2005
My latest article, about being the first woman captain of Dartmouth’s boxing team, is up in the Writing section.

folks from St. Jude
June 30, 2005
Yesterday on the 6 train, I sat across from what appeared to be a New York woman in her mid-thirties entertaining a visit from her loud, ill-attired suburban parents.
They were all discussing some fourth person (say, “other daughter”) who likes Asti Spumante, which “mom” totally couldn’t pronounce, and then “mom” went on to say that “other daughter” had at some point requested a mimosa, and mom’s reply had been (imagine this really loud on the 6):
“A mimosa? That’s not a drink, that’s a tree we have outside the trailer!”
some sugar in my smoking?
June 30, 2005
Yesterday I bought a coffee from a street cart and it came in one of those cups with advertising printed on it (maybe the coffee carts consequently receive the cups for free?)
I have sometimes gotten cups that were a little weird, like one with a bright blue Colgate ad, but then again, I’ve also posted here about Freshdirect’s peculiar but astute cross-marketing wherein, when you buy coffee, the bottom of the page says “Customers who bought this product also purchased: Half and Half, Crest Whitestrips.”
This cup, however, was garishly bright yellow, pictured a happy face with a cigaratte coming out of its mouth, and was an ad for an online discount cigarette outlet. I don’t want to walk around holding an ad for that! Even if it’s run by Native Americans!
It took me a minute after buying the coffee to realize just what I was holding, and it seemed too frivolous to go back and request another cup. I mean, if I had been in an actual store, I would certainly have complained.
That, of course, is one of the benefits of Starbucks or other corporate leviathans — if I don’t like my drink at Starbucks, even if only because I ordered something made with, say, caramel, and I don’t like caramel, I can go back up to the counter and tell them the drink is terrible, and they’ll toss it out and make me a new one. Your risk is absorbed. And if I want my drink in an extra-big cup, or super-insulated in two cups, or half-skim with a Santaria blessing over it, they’ll even hold back on the eye-rolling while complying.
The cigaratte cup, though … how unappetizing! What’s next? Maybe the pro-lifers could sponsor a bloody-fetus cup. How persuasive!
new comedy clip! for you! to laugh! click me!
June 28, 2005
New comedy! This is from my Caroline’s show, but if you weren’t there, you haven’t heard it. I’ve finally figured out how to edit sound in iMovie. Here you are:
| French Women Don’t Do Pilates |

As far as I know, you shouldn’t have to log into MySpace to hear this. Let me know if you have trouble.
Reminder: Next comedy show July 8 - make reservations now!
boxing article
June 28, 2005
My article about being the first woman captain of the boxing team has
just come out in the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine. Maybe I’ll scan and
post it.
"renegade" my ass
June 28, 2005
My Renegade Craft Fair post has generated enough comment (much of it in person, not on the blog) that I am thinking maybe I’ll hold my own craft fair, involving actual crafts.
I think part of the problem with the RCF was that it cost at least $125 to rent a space, which would be prohibitive to someone who makes potholders in their spare time. Maybe I could find some dumpy little church meeting area and offer table space for $15 and we could all eat PB&J sandwiches together.
Incidentally, I make my own refrigerator magnets, often out of beans and interesting beer bottle caps.


step off, bitches
June 28, 2005
Social networking sites are great, but I hear that if you’re a guy (like my cowboy), you get a lot of (sometimes inexplicable) come-ons from hookers or webcam porn girls, and sometimes you just don’t know which or what.
I’m thinking of cribbing some random photo of a guy and joining Friendster as him to see if I get a mailbox full of Skankmail. Kind of like gay guys who post to Craigslist personals as women to collect naked guy pictures.
(I suppose here is a fine place to link to a track — called “Don’t Believe Everything You Read on Craigslist” — off my spoken word CD. There’s a sound clip on CDBaby.)
spelling, trivia, bad sex, yarmulkes
June 27, 2005
And now, the Jenisfamous official event schedule for the week:
Monday! The Williamsburg Spelling Bee! 7-9pm at Pete’s Candy Store
Tuesday! Megan’s Quiz Show, Throbbing Brains Onstage!
THURSDAY! Jen reads in “Bad Dates, Bad Sex,” a literary event at Cornelia St. Cafe! 6-8pm, 29 Cornelia Street (West Village), $6 includes one drink. Jen will be reading the only known short story about a girl with a Jew fetish.
Through all this, I never had a desire to convert. I wanted to love Jewish men, consume them through sex, marry a man in a yarmulke. Just as I wouldn’t have dated a convert, a fake Jew, I wouldn’t have become one. I wanted Judaism from the outside.
Friday, July 8 - make comedy reservations now
June 26, 2005
Last night’s show at New York Comedy Club went well. I should have an MP3 for my blog audience in the next few days (”layering is the lather-rinse-repeat of our generation!”)
And now, the next show!
Jen at New York Comedy Club
Friday, July 88pm show, please arrive at 7:40pm for seating
$10 cover + 2 drink minimumNew York Comedy Club is located at 241 E 24th Street, between 2nd and 3rd Aves.
RESERVATIONS A MUST! (That means you, good sirs and madames!) Call 212-696-5233 and say you are making reservations for the July 8, 8pm show to see Jennifer Dziura.
oh, how I miss thee, purveyors of the fourth-grade reading level
June 26, 2005
Doing some research in my old hometown paper, I found this column by a columnist complaining that her editor won’t let her use the word “schadenfreude” in the paper because “no one knows what it means.”
“I see it all the time in The New Yorker,” she protests.
He replies: “That’s nice. Next time you write a piece for The New Yorker, use it. In the meantime, don’t.”
I am so glad I moved to New York.
p.s. When I wrote for the Pilot, they would’ve let me say “schadenfreude.” I would’ve insisted it was the “teen perspective” these days.



Jen at New York Comedy Club



