Friday, March 25, 2005
Things which are good or at least not terrible.
Things which have happened this week. Things which may be HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. Things you may not even know about.
ALL THIS WEEK...ON AS THE EMILY BLOGS.
I...hi.
Dude, the Decemberists were fuckin' great. Also, all their shit got stolen in Portland just days before, so if you are into them, try to pick up a legit copy of the new record. Or go see a show. Anyway.
So I went up to SF Wednesday night with Jessica. We were both dead fucking tired, but the show? Was totally worth it. The trip to Bimbo's was in three parts: Drive to Bayfair Mall, BART to Embarcadero, hoof it to North Beach. Our timing was impeccable, as we arrived around 9 p.m. and the Decemberists were on stage within 20 minutes. The show let out a little after 11, leaving us just enough time to make it back downtown to catch the last train to the East Bay. Also, Jessica paid me back for the ticket by buying me their new CD, which rocks, but more on that in a minute.
It's a rare show that features a lot of new music from a band I already really like that makes me really want to hear it all again. Usually, I'm interested in a couple songs and bored by the rest. I dug pretty much *all* the songs I didn't already know, and most of them were on the new CD. The performances were over the top. They really nailed it, and with brand-new instruments, too (see: shit was stolen). Totally satisfying, and of course, they played many of my favorite old songs, like "Grace Cathedral Hill." Because how could they play San Francisco without playing that goddamn song? Really.
Okay, other things. Kevin and I braved the astonishingly strange weather last Sunday afternoon to walk around the Don Edwards San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge. We got sopping wet and our boots were caked with mud. It was pretty nice, but the weather was nuts. When we got home, I saw on the news that a freaking TORNADO touched down that same afternoon just across the Bay, if that gives you an idea of the insanity.
Mostly, though, this week has been a work week. Someone cool is leaving, some new people are coming in, and I got thrust into an interview looking slovenly and having just gulped down 32 oz. of water, which was, needless to say, a very bad idea. Half the office left today before noon, if they were there at all, and I was home by 3. Ridiculous. The last time I got time off for Good Friday was when I was attending Catholic school.
Our internet connection has been spasming every evening all week, which is annoying as hell and making us consider switching to DSL. And, um, cable is now motherfucking $60 a month? Huh? Speakeasy OneLink is practically *cheaper,* and definitely less evil.
We need to cut out lawn. It is a jungle. Also, the front yard smells excessively floral, and the neighbor's cat, who likes to hang out under my bushes, is scared of me.
Nothing else is going on. I would like there to be, but I can't have everything just for the wishing.
ALL THIS WEEK...ON AS THE EMILY BLOGS.
I...hi.
Dude, the Decemberists were fuckin' great. Also, all their shit got stolen in Portland just days before, so if you are into them, try to pick up a legit copy of the new record. Or go see a show. Anyway.
So I went up to SF Wednesday night with Jessica. We were both dead fucking tired, but the show? Was totally worth it. The trip to Bimbo's was in three parts: Drive to Bayfair Mall, BART to Embarcadero, hoof it to North Beach. Our timing was impeccable, as we arrived around 9 p.m. and the Decemberists were on stage within 20 minutes. The show let out a little after 11, leaving us just enough time to make it back downtown to catch the last train to the East Bay. Also, Jessica paid me back for the ticket by buying me their new CD, which rocks, but more on that in a minute.
It's a rare show that features a lot of new music from a band I already really like that makes me really want to hear it all again. Usually, I'm interested in a couple songs and bored by the rest. I dug pretty much *all* the songs I didn't already know, and most of them were on the new CD. The performances were over the top. They really nailed it, and with brand-new instruments, too (see: shit was stolen). Totally satisfying, and of course, they played many of my favorite old songs, like "Grace Cathedral Hill." Because how could they play San Francisco without playing that goddamn song? Really.
Okay, other things. Kevin and I braved the astonishingly strange weather last Sunday afternoon to walk around the Don Edwards San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge. We got sopping wet and our boots were caked with mud. It was pretty nice, but the weather was nuts. When we got home, I saw on the news that a freaking TORNADO touched down that same afternoon just across the Bay, if that gives you an idea of the insanity.
Mostly, though, this week has been a work week. Someone cool is leaving, some new people are coming in, and I got thrust into an interview looking slovenly and having just gulped down 32 oz. of water, which was, needless to say, a very bad idea. Half the office left today before noon, if they were there at all, and I was home by 3. Ridiculous. The last time I got time off for Good Friday was when I was attending Catholic school.
Our internet connection has been spasming every evening all week, which is annoying as hell and making us consider switching to DSL. And, um, cable is now motherfucking $60 a month? Huh? Speakeasy OneLink is practically *cheaper,* and definitely less evil.
We need to cut out lawn. It is a jungle. Also, the front yard smells excessively floral, and the neighbor's cat, who likes to hang out under my bushes, is scared of me.
Nothing else is going on. I would like there to be, but I can't have everything just for the wishing.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Commercials I hate.
Besides all of them. There are a few I actually like, but this post is not about those.
#1 offender: Carl's Jr. ads. Namely the one with the cgi fetus threatening to rip out part of his mother's womb "on the way out" if she eats more jalapenos. I know I'm not in their target demo, but...I just want it off my TV. So gross.
The Lay's "get your smile on" ads. With the kid who won't smile for a Sears fucking portrait until his worried parents nervously pull out a bag of potato chips, at which he cries, "Cheese!" Because, why smile if your WASPy parents aren't bribing you with disgusting salt and fat-laden empty calories? Get your smile on my ASS, bitches.
Commercials for local mainstream radio stations. Lately, the ad for a new popular country station, "The Bear," has been driving me absolutely insane. They keep playing clips of awful, catchy songs, and the goddamn MIX gets STUCK IN MY HEAD. AAAAAGGGHH.
McDonald's and Wal-Mart. Mainly on principle, but also because they promote perverted American corporate ideals that sicken my heart.
That Ford Focus commercial with the girl who's smugly discussing her new car and acts all indignant when her friend states that he was considering a Civic. Yeah, because buying a car that's reliable and has a decent resale value is just retarded. But her Ford Focus came with a moon roof and an MP3 player! And an "environmentally friendly" engine, whatever that means! And you can't get all that in a Civic! Just shut up, bitch.
Yeah, okay, just for fun? I like the Geico "Tiny House" commercial. There, I feel better.
"This is NOT awesome."
#1 offender: Carl's Jr. ads. Namely the one with the cgi fetus threatening to rip out part of his mother's womb "on the way out" if she eats more jalapenos. I know I'm not in their target demo, but...I just want it off my TV. So gross.
The Lay's "get your smile on" ads. With the kid who won't smile for a Sears fucking portrait until his worried parents nervously pull out a bag of potato chips, at which he cries, "Cheese!" Because, why smile if your WASPy parents aren't bribing you with disgusting salt and fat-laden empty calories? Get your smile on my ASS, bitches.
Commercials for local mainstream radio stations. Lately, the ad for a new popular country station, "The Bear," has been driving me absolutely insane. They keep playing clips of awful, catchy songs, and the goddamn MIX gets STUCK IN MY HEAD. AAAAAGGGHH.
McDonald's and Wal-Mart. Mainly on principle, but also because they promote perverted American corporate ideals that sicken my heart.
That Ford Focus commercial with the girl who's smugly discussing her new car and acts all indignant when her friend states that he was considering a Civic. Yeah, because buying a car that's reliable and has a decent resale value is just retarded. But her Ford Focus came with a moon roof and an MP3 player! And an "environmentally friendly" engine, whatever that means! And you can't get all that in a Civic! Just shut up, bitch.
Yeah, okay, just for fun? I like the Geico "Tiny House" commercial. There, I feel better.
"This is NOT awesome."
The week is long.
And I am tired.
For the first three days of last week, I started my morning before 7 and took a walk around the neighborhood, followed by a little jump roping (jumping rope? Rope-jumping? The correctness of any usage is unclear). This made me VERY tired all day, because apparently I need that extra half hour in the mornings to get my shit together. Or maybe I just always wake up tired.
Either way, I totally punked out on Thursday and Friday with regard to my "fitness" plan, but tried again today. In the rain. My pants are wet and it's not my fault. Blame it on the rain, YEAH YEAH.
A number of intriguing links have popped up while I've been at work, and it was not, at the time, appropriate to get on Blogger and share them with you. Some people already know I keep a blog and are aware of the domain, and...yeah. Not that they'd come over to me all, "Why weren't you putting red ink all over something instead of posting to your childish BLOG, little girl?" if they even read it, but you know. It IS in the employee handbook.
Anyway, yeah, intriguing links. I'll pull 'em up in a minute.
Margot came over Wednesday night, by the way. We ate tilapia, asparagus, salad, and apple pie. I put probably 40-some damn miles on my car transporting her to and from Fremont, but we had a good time.
And now it's raining. I so wanted to go hiking this weekend. A wussy day hike, but a hike all the same. Maybe the weather is nice when you drive inland. I'm picking up my new backpack and water bottle from REI today. The pack is red and the bottle is blue.
Speaking of blue, I bought a Le Creuset dutch oven in blue this week from Amazon because it was on sale: $154 instead of $250, plus $25 off with a code, plus free shipping and no sales tax, plus a free (insanely backordered) 1 1/4-qt. saucepan. Yes, that is a lot of money to spend on a pot, but it is supposed to be a superamazing (although not magic) pot that will last forever. (The blue is more subdued than it appears in the picture, though.)
Interesting Link #1 is about a new paradigm, I guess, for thinking about diet. I thought it was pretty interesting, and it made me want to go home and eat a pile of broccoli. Which, actually, I did.
Interesting Link #2 comes from the PoliTech mailing list and talks about a self-identified Canadian blogger who was refused entrance to the U.S. and harassed by the border guard for...we don't know why. But it's fucked up.
Interesting Link #3 comes from a blog I've been enjoying very much, but this particular post discusses an apparent link between European people who were resistant to the Plague and a genetic mutation in their descendants that makes them resistant or immune to HIV.
And finally, earlier this week, I felt like writing up a top 5 list of my favorite female rock performers. There were going to be comments, but work came in and I lost interest. However, I will share with you the list. Every time I put it together, I think of someone I forgot, though. What's yours?
5. Beth Ditto of the Gossip
(ETA: Janet Weiss of Quasi and Sleater-Kinney previously lived here, but I thought about it, and while Janet's contribution to Quasi, which I love more than I like S-K, is excellent, it's Beth Ditto's performances that kill me. And the whole band, which is not male-fronted. I don't really like Janet's songs on the Quasi records.)
4. Aimee Mann
3. Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth
2. PJ Harvey
1. Bjork
Fuck Sarah Jessica Parker and her enjoyment of being a girl. Fuck it in the eye.
For the first three days of last week, I started my morning before 7 and took a walk around the neighborhood, followed by a little jump roping (jumping rope? Rope-jumping? The correctness of any usage is unclear). This made me VERY tired all day, because apparently I need that extra half hour in the mornings to get my shit together. Or maybe I just always wake up tired.
Either way, I totally punked out on Thursday and Friday with regard to my "fitness" plan, but tried again today. In the rain. My pants are wet and it's not my fault. Blame it on the rain, YEAH YEAH.
A number of intriguing links have popped up while I've been at work, and it was not, at the time, appropriate to get on Blogger and share them with you. Some people already know I keep a blog and are aware of the domain, and...yeah. Not that they'd come over to me all, "Why weren't you putting red ink all over something instead of posting to your childish BLOG, little girl?" if they even read it, but you know. It IS in the employee handbook.
Anyway, yeah, intriguing links. I'll pull 'em up in a minute.
Margot came over Wednesday night, by the way. We ate tilapia, asparagus, salad, and apple pie. I put probably 40-some damn miles on my car transporting her to and from Fremont, but we had a good time.
And now it's raining. I so wanted to go hiking this weekend. A wussy day hike, but a hike all the same. Maybe the weather is nice when you drive inland. I'm picking up my new backpack and water bottle from REI today. The pack is red and the bottle is blue.
Speaking of blue, I bought a Le Creuset dutch oven in blue this week from Amazon because it was on sale: $154 instead of $250, plus $25 off with a code, plus free shipping and no sales tax, plus a free (insanely backordered) 1 1/4-qt. saucepan. Yes, that is a lot of money to spend on a pot, but it is supposed to be a superamazing (although not magic) pot that will last forever. (The blue is more subdued than it appears in the picture, though.)
Interesting Link #1 is about a new paradigm, I guess, for thinking about diet. I thought it was pretty interesting, and it made me want to go home and eat a pile of broccoli. Which, actually, I did.
Interesting Link #2 comes from the PoliTech mailing list and talks about a self-identified Canadian blogger who was refused entrance to the U.S. and harassed by the border guard for...we don't know why. But it's fucked up.
Interesting Link #3 comes from a blog I've been enjoying very much, but this particular post discusses an apparent link between European people who were resistant to the Plague and a genetic mutation in their descendants that makes them resistant or immune to HIV.
And finally, earlier this week, I felt like writing up a top 5 list of my favorite female rock performers. There were going to be comments, but work came in and I lost interest. However, I will share with you the list. Every time I put it together, I think of someone I forgot, though. What's yours?
5. Beth Ditto of the Gossip
(ETA: Janet Weiss of Quasi and Sleater-Kinney previously lived here, but I thought about it, and while Janet's contribution to Quasi, which I love more than I like S-K, is excellent, it's Beth Ditto's performances that kill me. And the whole band, which is not male-fronted. I don't really like Janet's songs on the Quasi records.)
4. Aimee Mann
3. Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth
2. PJ Harvey
1. Bjork
Fuck Sarah Jessica Parker and her enjoyment of being a girl. Fuck it in the eye.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Yummy Saturday.
Graylan just stopped by! It is always good to see Graylan. He's on his way to LA.
Also, I made some soup and some bread. I would like to share with you what was made, because it was good.
Curried Bean Soup
1 1/2 c. dry beans/grains mix (I used 1 c. Trader Joe's 17-Bean Soup Mix and 1/2 c. kidney beans)
1 medium onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1 bay leaf
1 tsp. or so each of red pepper flakes, curry powder, cumin, coriander, turmeric, cayenne pepper
1 28-oz. can chopped tomatoes, not drained
salt to taste
water to cover
Precook the dry beans any way you want--I did the lazy, cheater method of bringing them to a boil then simmering for awhile, but traditionally, you'd soak them overnight then cook them, etc. If you are extra lazy, you could just use canned beans. Normally I would, too, but I had this dry stuff to use up.
Saute the onion and garlic with olive oil in a large pot. Add red pepper flakes and saute a little more. Mix in other spices. Add cooked (or partially cooked) beans, tomatoes, and water. Stir, bring to a boil, then let it simmer forever until the beans are fully cooked. Salt to your liking.
Lemon-Rosemary Polenta Bread
Going off this recipe for vegan cornbread, I devised this strange alternative.
Preheat oven to 400'F and grease an 8-inch round pan.
Mix together:
1/4 c. whole wheat flour
1 c. all-purpose or whole wheat pastry flour
3/4 c. dry polenta
1/4 c. sugar
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
Add:
1 c. water or soymilk (including the juice of one lemon, optional)
1/4 c. oil
1 Tbsp. cornstarch dissolved into 1 Tbsp. water
Then mix in:
1 stem fresh rosemary, chopped (do NOT use dried herbs)
zest of 1 lemon
Pour resulting batter into prepared pan and bake until a knife inserted into the center comes out clean (approximately 25 minutes).
The bread should hold together admirably well, all things considered, though it may be delicate, so handle gently.
Also, I made some soup and some bread. I would like to share with you what was made, because it was good.
Curried Bean Soup
1 1/2 c. dry beans/grains mix (I used 1 c. Trader Joe's 17-Bean Soup Mix and 1/2 c. kidney beans)
1 medium onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1 bay leaf
1 tsp. or so each of red pepper flakes, curry powder, cumin, coriander, turmeric, cayenne pepper
1 28-oz. can chopped tomatoes, not drained
salt to taste
water to cover
Precook the dry beans any way you want--I did the lazy, cheater method of bringing them to a boil then simmering for awhile, but traditionally, you'd soak them overnight then cook them, etc. If you are extra lazy, you could just use canned beans. Normally I would, too, but I had this dry stuff to use up.
Saute the onion and garlic with olive oil in a large pot. Add red pepper flakes and saute a little more. Mix in other spices. Add cooked (or partially cooked) beans, tomatoes, and water. Stir, bring to a boil, then let it simmer forever until the beans are fully cooked. Salt to your liking.
Lemon-Rosemary Polenta Bread
Going off this recipe for vegan cornbread, I devised this strange alternative.
Preheat oven to 400'F and grease an 8-inch round pan.
Mix together:
1/4 c. whole wheat flour
1 c. all-purpose or whole wheat pastry flour
3/4 c. dry polenta
1/4 c. sugar
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
Add:
1 c. water or soymilk (including the juice of one lemon, optional)
1/4 c. oil
1 Tbsp. cornstarch dissolved into 1 Tbsp. water
Then mix in:
1 stem fresh rosemary, chopped (do NOT use dried herbs)
zest of 1 lemon
Pour resulting batter into prepared pan and bake until a knife inserted into the center comes out clean (approximately 25 minutes).
The bread should hold together admirably well, all things considered, though it may be delicate, so handle gently.
Friday, March 11, 2005
WIN!
Boots arrived today. They are LOVELY. Also got paid, plus a $300 bonus, which is what happens when certain sales/collection/invoicing/whatever goals are met in a month: every full-time employee gets a bonus, depending on the amount of the goal met.
So in addition to having lovely new shoes and being able to pay for car insurance, I also just paid off the balance on my credit card. OMG AWESOME. And I am not totally shit-ass broke now, I don't think.
This weekend already rocks!
So in addition to having lovely new shoes and being able to pay for car insurance, I also just paid off the balance on my credit card. OMG AWESOME. And I am not totally shit-ass broke now, I don't think.
This weekend already rocks!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
A productive 8:09 to 8:28 a.m.
Or at least one in which a lot of money was spent on (hopefully) worthwhile things.
I ordered this pair of hiking boots after checking, totally by chance, to see what was up with the models I'd bookmarked awhile ago. And wouldn't you know it, they were on sale. So, bye, money.
Then I headed over to REI.com to find a daypack with (1) sternum straps, because they help if you're booby, and (2) two side pockets for waterbottles. I found it for...an acceptable price, and sprung for a 32-oz. Nalgene bottle (my other 32-oz. bottle is a crappy Eddie Bauer, but it ain't broke). I told the site I wanted to pick up my order from a store rather than pay shipping. Pfft! Shipping. It can't cost $6 in gas to get to Fremont in a '99 Civic. Well, maybe if gas prices go up just a little more...
In the midst of this hopeful outdoorsy shopping spree, my mom messaged me to say her Southwest Airlines "Ding" application brought up some do-or-die, today-only, super special deal between San Jose and Seattle, $52 each way, which she was able to book for me to go home Memorial Day weekend. Yay!
The rest of the day was pretty blah, since I was cooped up inside for most of it and sweating profusely anyway. Dude, I am not gonna like being here most of the year. It's already too fucking hot, and it's early March. I need to find clothes that look less slovenly for work and also aren't going to make me DIE.
OK, it wasn't quite DYING proportions today, but I can't imagine it will get much better, right? Heat = bad. Radio weather reports saying nothin' but 80' and sunny is "great weather" = stupid. Temperatures that knock me on my ass and ensure I won't do anything physical, ever = awful. See? Why did I leave the Pacific Northwest? We have like three of these days all year.
Speaking of things that are bright and blinding as the sun, what the fuck is up with those xeon headlights or whatever that are almost purple and make cars look like their driver saw no distinction between regular headlights and high beams? Californians are trying to get me killed, I'm telling you.
I ordered this pair of hiking boots after checking, totally by chance, to see what was up with the models I'd bookmarked awhile ago. And wouldn't you know it, they were on sale. So, bye, money.
Then I headed over to REI.com to find a daypack with (1) sternum straps, because they help if you're booby, and (2) two side pockets for waterbottles. I found it for...an acceptable price, and sprung for a 32-oz. Nalgene bottle (my other 32-oz. bottle is a crappy Eddie Bauer, but it ain't broke). I told the site I wanted to pick up my order from a store rather than pay shipping. Pfft! Shipping. It can't cost $6 in gas to get to Fremont in a '99 Civic. Well, maybe if gas prices go up just a little more...
In the midst of this hopeful outdoorsy shopping spree, my mom messaged me to say her Southwest Airlines "Ding" application brought up some do-or-die, today-only, super special deal between San Jose and Seattle, $52 each way, which she was able to book for me to go home Memorial Day weekend. Yay!
The rest of the day was pretty blah, since I was cooped up inside for most of it and sweating profusely anyway. Dude, I am not gonna like being here most of the year. It's already too fucking hot, and it's early March. I need to find clothes that look less slovenly for work and also aren't going to make me DIE.
OK, it wasn't quite DYING proportions today, but I can't imagine it will get much better, right? Heat = bad. Radio weather reports saying nothin' but 80' and sunny is "great weather" = stupid. Temperatures that knock me on my ass and ensure I won't do anything physical, ever = awful. See? Why did I leave the Pacific Northwest? We have like three of these days all year.
Speaking of things that are bright and blinding as the sun, what the fuck is up with those xeon headlights or whatever that are almost purple and make cars look like their driver saw no distinction between regular headlights and high beams? Californians are trying to get me killed, I'm telling you.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Anyone for a show or three?
And by "anyone," I obviously must mean the exactly two people from the Bay Area who read this. But if anyone else is interested, hey, new friends are good.
Friday, March 11: IQU @ Cafe du Nord
Quirky Olympia-now-Seattle-based dance-y indie pop. When I saw them before, the guy was playing a guitar, a theremin, and a turntable, and occasionally using the guitar neck to manipulate the thermin while he used his other hand to scratch. Also, there is a girl who does things with keyboards and such. They are neat.
Monday, March 14: Joseph Arthur @ Cafe du Nord
Kevin is interested in this one, but from what I heard, it didn't make me want to fall asleep or die. However, Monday shows that begin at 9:30 are problematic.
Wednesday, March 23: Decemberists @ Bimbo's 365
Already have my tickets, baby! And so does one of the people who read this. The other one wants to come. But for the sake of completeness, here it is.
Tuesday, May 3: Sloan @ Slim's
My sister says the sound at this club sucks, or so it did when she saw the Gossip there, but you know what? Sloan. Fuck it. Damn you, Canada.
Tuesday/Wednesday, May 17-18: The Books @ Cafe du Nord
None of y'all will have even heard this band, I bet. But I swear to you they are interesting, and I have no freakin' idea how they can do a live show besides maybe a laptop, but if it's not as interesting as the record, I will be sad.
Friday, May 20: Mike Doughty @ Cafe du Nord
Is it not cool to like the guy from Soul Coughing anymore? I think he's handy with an acoustic guitar alone, and that by itself merits a ticket for me. And for my sister, who will finally be 21 and able to come along.
I keep hoping I'll see something in April I want to spend money on, but it hasn't happened yet. Oh well, I'll have a busy May, at least.
Friday, March 11: IQU @ Cafe du Nord
Quirky Olympia-now-Seattle-based dance-y indie pop. When I saw them before, the guy was playing a guitar, a theremin, and a turntable, and occasionally using the guitar neck to manipulate the thermin while he used his other hand to scratch. Also, there is a girl who does things with keyboards and such. They are neat.
Monday, March 14: Joseph Arthur @ Cafe du Nord
Kevin is interested in this one, but from what I heard, it didn't make me want to fall asleep or die. However, Monday shows that begin at 9:30 are problematic.
Wednesday, March 23: Decemberists @ Bimbo's 365
Already have my tickets, baby! And so does one of the people who read this. The other one wants to come. But for the sake of completeness, here it is.
Tuesday, May 3: Sloan @ Slim's
My sister says the sound at this club sucks, or so it did when she saw the Gossip there, but you know what? Sloan. Fuck it. Damn you, Canada.
Tuesday/Wednesday, May 17-18: The Books @ Cafe du Nord
None of y'all will have even heard this band, I bet. But I swear to you they are interesting, and I have no freakin' idea how they can do a live show besides maybe a laptop, but if it's not as interesting as the record, I will be sad.
Friday, May 20: Mike Doughty @ Cafe du Nord
Is it not cool to like the guy from Soul Coughing anymore? I think he's handy with an acoustic guitar alone, and that by itself merits a ticket for me. And for my sister, who will finally be 21 and able to come along.
I keep hoping I'll see something in April I want to spend money on, but it hasn't happened yet. Oh well, I'll have a busy May, at least.
Monday, March 07, 2005
What's going on?
I had some delicious green curry tonight at a nearby Malaysian restaurant, Banana Leaf. When I ordered it, the waiter told me it was VERY spicy, and was I sure I could handle it? I confirmed that I liked spicy, knowing their regular red curry is fairly mild.
The green curry was the perfect amount of spiciness, with a hint of a smoky flavor and a lovely assortment of vegetables and tofu. But when the waiter came by to check on our meals, he made a face at me and asked if it was too spicy. I can't quite explain it, but he fully seemed to expect that it would be way too spicy for my delicate white-girl palate. I delighted in telling him it was not.
This weekend was interesting. On Saturday, I spent the first half of the day being pissed and depressed because I wanted to go spend time with Kevin in San Francisco and see my sister and stuff, but Kevin did not want to go. It was one in a long list of things I'd wanted to do with him, things I am under the impression he generally enjoys, which he has refused to do in favor of doing nothing. And then he complains about how much TV I watch? Yeah.
Fortunately, there was a great reversal of fortune in that his dad called to invite us to go hiking with them on Sunday at Pinnacles National Monument and we both wanted to go, and since he asked me to do something with his family, he felt he couldn't, in good conscience, turn down my request to do something with my sister. So we went to San Francisco.
It was pretty easy to park and ride via Bayfair, where BART does run late directly from the city, unlike certain stops closer to home. We ate dinner at Shalimar on Jones, then walked to Polk and passed the other Shalimar on our way to the Lumiere to see a bunch of animated shorts. Also, there were crepes somewhere in there. And prostitutes on the side of the road. And Kevin had bubble tea. Ew.
We didn't get home until 1 a.m., and I set my alarm for 6:45 so I'd have time to prepare some food and pack a bag before our 8 a.m. departure.
Both of us were exhausted in the morning, but we arrived at the park around 10:30 and almost immediately proceeded to begin the hike. First we walked through park of some caves, but somehow missed all the caves after we climbed above the waterfall. Then it was the High Peaks Trail, the "Steep and Narrow" route to the Condor Gulch trail, which winds around the dramatic peaks and heads back to the visitor center from which we came. It was a beautiful hike, and the weather was perfect: just warm and sunny enough that a t-shirt was just right, not so hot that it felt like burning. Despite my incessant 30 spf sunblock slathering, though, I managed to get a little color on my face and arms.
The hike also reinforced my need to do this kind of thing more often, as it remains about the only form of exercise I like that doesn't involve inconvenience for little reward. (I hate gyms. HATE.) Like I told Kevin, we need to do this every weekend--okay, maybe not exactly that, but even a couple hours in the open spaces in the Palo Alto Hills would do the trick--so I can get good enough that it doesn't kill me. And also, proper hiking footwear is desperately needed. An extra water bottle and a handy, balanced pack wouldn't hurt, either.
That night, tired and stinky, we went to the other Malaysian restaurant in town, Penang Garden, which has a nearly identical menu and similar quality of food. All I wanted, though, was a simple fried rice, which is what I got. Kevin got something with tofu and mango (in the mango skin, no less) slathered in a nice sweet and sour sauce. Yummy.
Apparently Graylan is swinging through town this week, so I hope I'll get to hang out with him. Yay for the people I know!
The green curry was the perfect amount of spiciness, with a hint of a smoky flavor and a lovely assortment of vegetables and tofu. But when the waiter came by to check on our meals, he made a face at me and asked if it was too spicy. I can't quite explain it, but he fully seemed to expect that it would be way too spicy for my delicate white-girl palate. I delighted in telling him it was not.
This weekend was interesting. On Saturday, I spent the first half of the day being pissed and depressed because I wanted to go spend time with Kevin in San Francisco and see my sister and stuff, but Kevin did not want to go. It was one in a long list of things I'd wanted to do with him, things I am under the impression he generally enjoys, which he has refused to do in favor of doing nothing. And then he complains about how much TV I watch? Yeah.
Fortunately, there was a great reversal of fortune in that his dad called to invite us to go hiking with them on Sunday at Pinnacles National Monument and we both wanted to go, and since he asked me to do something with his family, he felt he couldn't, in good conscience, turn down my request to do something with my sister. So we went to San Francisco.
It was pretty easy to park and ride via Bayfair, where BART does run late directly from the city, unlike certain stops closer to home. We ate dinner at Shalimar on Jones, then walked to Polk and passed the other Shalimar on our way to the Lumiere to see a bunch of animated shorts. Also, there were crepes somewhere in there. And prostitutes on the side of the road. And Kevin had bubble tea. Ew.
We didn't get home until 1 a.m., and I set my alarm for 6:45 so I'd have time to prepare some food and pack a bag before our 8 a.m. departure.
Both of us were exhausted in the morning, but we arrived at the park around 10:30 and almost immediately proceeded to begin the hike. First we walked through park of some caves, but somehow missed all the caves after we climbed above the waterfall. Then it was the High Peaks Trail, the "Steep and Narrow" route to the Condor Gulch trail, which winds around the dramatic peaks and heads back to the visitor center from which we came. It was a beautiful hike, and the weather was perfect: just warm and sunny enough that a t-shirt was just right, not so hot that it felt like burning. Despite my incessant 30 spf sunblock slathering, though, I managed to get a little color on my face and arms.
The hike also reinforced my need to do this kind of thing more often, as it remains about the only form of exercise I like that doesn't involve inconvenience for little reward. (I hate gyms. HATE.) Like I told Kevin, we need to do this every weekend--okay, maybe not exactly that, but even a couple hours in the open spaces in the Palo Alto Hills would do the trick--so I can get good enough that it doesn't kill me. And also, proper hiking footwear is desperately needed. An extra water bottle and a handy, balanced pack wouldn't hurt, either.
That night, tired and stinky, we went to the other Malaysian restaurant in town, Penang Garden, which has a nearly identical menu and similar quality of food. All I wanted, though, was a simple fried rice, which is what I got. Kevin got something with tofu and mango (in the mango skin, no less) slathered in a nice sweet and sour sauce. Yummy.
Apparently Graylan is swinging through town this week, so I hope I'll get to hang out with him. Yay for the people I know!
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Remembering Suka Suka.
The itinerary read Kuala Kangsar, but where we ended up wasn't really anywhere.
Oh, it had a name: Suka Suka Lake Retreat. It was a series of cabins on an island in the middle of Malaysia's largest lake, a waterway created by a dam and populated with exotic flora and hundreds of nameless landmasses. Our hosts, a Malay couple with a newborn son, navigated the complicated maze from the visitor pickup spot on one edge of the lake to their island home, then the nearest village, via motorboat. The ripples the boat left in its wake were almost as tranquil as the motor was loud.
Out there, so far from anywhere I don't think I could even tell you where I was, there was such a different state of mind, it was amazing.
I often think of one evening, when I spent an hour in the hammock teetering just over the water. A thunderstorm was brewing behind me, but before the rain, I took a few moments to relax and enjoy the gray.
There was nothing like it in the world. Unless, of course, you were someone who also experienced it.
Oh, it had a name: Suka Suka Lake Retreat. It was a series of cabins on an island in the middle of Malaysia's largest lake, a waterway created by a dam and populated with exotic flora and hundreds of nameless landmasses. Our hosts, a Malay couple with a newborn son, navigated the complicated maze from the visitor pickup spot on one edge of the lake to their island home, then the nearest village, via motorboat. The ripples the boat left in its wake were almost as tranquil as the motor was loud.
Out there, so far from anywhere I don't think I could even tell you where I was, there was such a different state of mind, it was amazing.
I often think of one evening, when I spent an hour in the hammock teetering just over the water. A thunderstorm was brewing behind me, but before the rain, I took a few moments to relax and enjoy the gray.
There was nothing like it in the world. Unless, of course, you were someone who also experienced it.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Usually, banner ads are dull, if not downright annoying.
But sometimes... sometimes you find a gem. Or, in this case, a pair of gems.
Had to share.
Had to share.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
More referral logs!
I'm sure these people will never come back here trying to find what they couldn't find before when they reached my site in the first place, but I thought I could try to help out, anyway.
"kids lip synching"
If they were looking for that godforsaken compilation, may some higher power have mercy on their souls.
peanut butter and jelly "that's what i like in my belly"
You wouldn't believe how many people find my site with this exact search string. It warms my cockles, it does.
"hard 'n firm" rodeohead
I believe the performer you seek, sir, is Hard ' Phirm, and they are quite amusing.
cook's illustrated internship
Good luck, wow. That would be a rad place to work.
waitstaff mini pinstripe black pants
I'm trying to figure out whether "mini" modifies the pinstripe (like extra fine striping) or the pants (um, crops?), but either way, weird.
movie Intolerable Cruelty quotes Himalayan guide
I'm not sure what the Himalayas have to do with the movie Intolerable Cruelty, but that link should contain quotes.
Leprechaun pictures going over the rainbow
I don't even know where this is going. Google's image search might be a better starting point, though. Or Lucky Charms. Aw, the search for that link also brought up a story about the founder of the cereal, who was killed in a car crash.
"you make me nervous" hella hella hella lyrics
This song was performed by the band Gravy Train!!!, who happen to share a label with the band, Hella. Confusing, ain't it?
trader joe on milpitas
Much to my dismay, there is no Trader Joe's in Milpitas. The closest is either in Fremont or somewhere in San Jose or Santa Clara or Sunnyvale or something. I go to the one in Campbell, though, since it's close to my work and a decent Whole Foods. I am a grocery whore.
"abc family" "gilmore girls marathon"
Here is ABC Family's Gilmore Girls site, which should point you in the right direction. Alternately, you can catch up on plotlines and snark at Television Without Pity.
Also, I really liked 12 Angry Men, and was amused that Sidney Lumet won the Lifetime Achievement Award at the Oscars the same day I watched it. I would be catty and discuss the Oscars, but really, it was boring and stupid and I don't know why I wasted most of my Sunday evening watching it. I do know that I would've been pleased with Kate Winslet winning Best Actress over Hilary Swank, who needs to shut the hell up. Also, Kate is prettier. That is all.
"kids lip synching"
If they were looking for that godforsaken compilation, may some higher power have mercy on their souls.
peanut butter and jelly "that's what i like in my belly"
You wouldn't believe how many people find my site with this exact search string. It warms my cockles, it does.
"hard 'n firm" rodeohead
I believe the performer you seek, sir, is Hard ' Phirm, and they are quite amusing.
cook's illustrated internship
Good luck, wow. That would be a rad place to work.
waitstaff mini pinstripe black pants
I'm trying to figure out whether "mini" modifies the pinstripe (like extra fine striping) or the pants (um, crops?), but either way, weird.
movie Intolerable Cruelty quotes Himalayan guide
I'm not sure what the Himalayas have to do with the movie Intolerable Cruelty, but that link should contain quotes.
Leprechaun pictures going over the rainbow
I don't even know where this is going. Google's image search might be a better starting point, though. Or Lucky Charms. Aw, the search for that link also brought up a story about the founder of the cereal, who was killed in a car crash.
"you make me nervous" hella hella hella lyrics
This song was performed by the band Gravy Train!!!, who happen to share a label with the band, Hella. Confusing, ain't it?
trader joe on milpitas
Much to my dismay, there is no Trader Joe's in Milpitas. The closest is either in Fremont or somewhere in San Jose or Santa Clara or Sunnyvale or something. I go to the one in Campbell, though, since it's close to my work and a decent Whole Foods. I am a grocery whore.
"abc family" "gilmore girls marathon"
Here is ABC Family's Gilmore Girls site, which should point you in the right direction. Alternately, you can catch up on plotlines and snark at Television Without Pity.
Also, I really liked 12 Angry Men, and was amused that Sidney Lumet won the Lifetime Achievement Award at the Oscars the same day I watched it. I would be catty and discuss the Oscars, but really, it was boring and stupid and I don't know why I wasted most of my Sunday evening watching it. I do know that I would've been pleased with Kate Winslet winning Best Actress over Hilary Swank, who needs to shut the hell up. Also, Kate is prettier. That is all.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
YAY! New music!
Or new to me, anyway. Or owning these particular pieces is new. I've heard them before. Or some of them.
Kevin and I went to Rasputin tonight to spend my $20 gift card (and, um, then some). I ended up getting:
The Paper Chase, God Bless Your Black Heart. Because their mp3 on KRS' website was freaking kicking my ass. I'm one track into the rest of the album and, yes, I am pretty sure it's a keeper. It sounds like insanity, although not the kind of insanity that Xiu Xiu is, which is the kind of insanity I can't quite actually listen to, no matter how much I want to.
PJ Harvey, Rid Of Me. They had a used copy of Uh Huh Her, which I want and considered buying, except that this one, which I also wanted, was on sale for $2 less new than the used record, so what the hell.
The Mountain Goats, We Shall All Be Healed. Yay for the Mountain Goats.
Rjd2, Deadringer. Also, yay.
I was complaining to Kevin (which, I might add, is something I do a lot, because I suck) that they didn't have the Pixies' Surfer Rosa, and since I don't own that record, I feel a part of me is missing. He once again suggested I sign up for the free trial on emusic, which evidently has scads of music I would want available for download. It's some kind of mp3 subscription service that likes indie rock. It's like Netflix for music that you can keep. I am wary of "free" trials, though, so we'll see.
Speaking of Netflix, this week's rentals included the second disc of Bullshit!, which has left me sadly contemplating the reality of paper recycling (seriously, is it all a crock? I must do further research, someday), Dazed and Confused, which I enjoyed (and Ben Affleck still plays an asswipe! No wonder I hate him!), and 12 Angry Men, which I haven't watched yet.
Hoping part of tomorrow can be spent hiking around a nearby park, and maybe I'll get in a little moviewatching, music-listening, seed planting, and cooking. Maybe just laundry, though.
Yeah, this record is totally nuts. I like it, but it will require more listens.
Kevin and I went to Rasputin tonight to spend my $20 gift card (and, um, then some). I ended up getting:
The Paper Chase, God Bless Your Black Heart. Because their mp3 on KRS' website was freaking kicking my ass. I'm one track into the rest of the album and, yes, I am pretty sure it's a keeper. It sounds like insanity, although not the kind of insanity that Xiu Xiu is, which is the kind of insanity I can't quite actually listen to, no matter how much I want to.
PJ Harvey, Rid Of Me. They had a used copy of Uh Huh Her, which I want and considered buying, except that this one, which I also wanted, was on sale for $2 less new than the used record, so what the hell.
The Mountain Goats, We Shall All Be Healed. Yay for the Mountain Goats.
Rjd2, Deadringer. Also, yay.
I was complaining to Kevin (which, I might add, is something I do a lot, because I suck) that they didn't have the Pixies' Surfer Rosa, and since I don't own that record, I feel a part of me is missing. He once again suggested I sign up for the free trial on emusic, which evidently has scads of music I would want available for download. It's some kind of mp3 subscription service that likes indie rock. It's like Netflix for music that you can keep. I am wary of "free" trials, though, so we'll see.
Speaking of Netflix, this week's rentals included the second disc of Bullshit!, which has left me sadly contemplating the reality of paper recycling (seriously, is it all a crock? I must do further research, someday), Dazed and Confused, which I enjoyed (and Ben Affleck still plays an asswipe! No wonder I hate him!), and 12 Angry Men, which I haven't watched yet.
Hoping part of tomorrow can be spent hiking around a nearby park, and maybe I'll get in a little moviewatching, music-listening, seed planting, and cooking. Maybe just laundry, though.
Yeah, this record is totally nuts. I like it, but it will require more listens.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
God bless referral logs.
Or I'd never know that people found my site by searching for things like this:
kqed frontline iraq fuck
I'm sure a combination of all those words appeared somewhere on my blog, especially while I was working on the Islam project last spring (and with the addition of a sidebar link to KQED). I also know what this is, and I think everyone should watch it: PBS should be airing a Frontline tonight about the lives of soldiers in Iraq. Some stations may even air it unedited, because the filmmakers chose to leave in some of the language the soldiers used, which was littered with profanities (god, wouldn't you?). I couldn't find out whether or not KQED chose to air the edited or unedited myself, but I'll watch tonight and hear for myself.
where would u find warhols painting of mickey mouse
I have no idea. This is just a weird search, anyway, from ask.com. Not sure that whole "phrase it as a question" thing works if you don't spell out simple words, buddy.
concierto 2005 de air supply en mexico
Hee. I got spam about an Air Supply concert in Mexico awhile back, and I'm sure I posted it. Who knew there were so many Spanish-speaking fans of Air Supply? (I mean, one is kind of a lot.)
"my work has been commended as being strongly vaginal"
The Big Lebowski is my favorite movie ever.
edwardian ladies peeing
No idea.
yummy yogurt xmms
...Yeah, what? Mmm, delicious open source mp3 player-flavored yogurt.
kqed frontline iraq fuck
I'm sure a combination of all those words appeared somewhere on my blog, especially while I was working on the Islam project last spring (and with the addition of a sidebar link to KQED). I also know what this is, and I think everyone should watch it: PBS should be airing a Frontline tonight about the lives of soldiers in Iraq. Some stations may even air it unedited, because the filmmakers chose to leave in some of the language the soldiers used, which was littered with profanities (god, wouldn't you?). I couldn't find out whether or not KQED chose to air the edited or unedited myself, but I'll watch tonight and hear for myself.
where would u find warhols painting of mickey mouse
I have no idea. This is just a weird search, anyway, from ask.com. Not sure that whole "phrase it as a question" thing works if you don't spell out simple words, buddy.
concierto 2005 de air supply en mexico
Hee. I got spam about an Air Supply concert in Mexico awhile back, and I'm sure I posted it. Who knew there were so many Spanish-speaking fans of Air Supply? (I mean, one is kind of a lot.)
"my work has been commended as being strongly vaginal"
The Big Lebowski is my favorite movie ever.
edwardian ladies peeing
No idea.
yummy yogurt xmms
...Yeah, what? Mmm, delicious open source mp3 player-flavored yogurt.
Monday, February 21, 2005
I give you my last post as prime evidence of boredom.
I mean, come the fuck on. I posted from work about my lame-ass lunch.
Recent movie watchings? Sure, let's do that.
The 400 Blows was good, but not good enough to make me pay a ton of attention. This is what I get for watching TV when (1) the screen is 13 inches, and (2) my computer with Internet connectivity is 90' to the left.
Last week's batch included Rashomon, The Battle of Algiers, and the first disc of the second season of Penn & Teller: Bullshit. Yes, I am trying to get my movie edumification on. Well, beyond those film classes I took in college. And also, I like TV with swear words in it. That is pretty much the entirety of my Netflix queue: critically acclaimed films, and swearing.
The Penn & Teller is more of the same, if you've seen the first season, but it's still good. Their biases are patently obvious, but it's entertaining nonetheless. Better than, say, the vast majority of the crap on network TV most nights, except Tuesdays, when I have an overrun of stuff I like. Stupid Tuesdays.
Sunday I watched both the old black and whites. That was a little heavy, but both were outstanding films, even on tiny, stupid TVs. I can totally see where other films would be influenced by both of these. Algiers, in particular, reminded me in some ways of the recent City of God, which is a film you should see. Unless you are my mom, in which case you would probably find it too violent.
Algiers actually made me a little contemplative: what would it take for me, and for all Americans, to get as het up as the Algerians in that film? Granted, we don't have as something as clearly wrong as another sovereign nation occupying and ruling us, but what would it take? It was a fascinating look at revolution without any hand-holding. I found the exposition of the characters who would commit such acts of violence totally compelling.
And yeah, there is of course the point about the status of the occupiers--that is, one could interpret in a modern context, us in Iraq. That was interesting, too. I don't have as much to say about that, though. Probably anyone who reads this is somewhat aware of how I feel about that situation, and if you're not, hi, check out the stupidly liberal links to the right.
I am waiting for Netflix to get its shit together and send me the goddamn Motorcycle Diaries. It also claims to have a "very long wait" for Happy Together, which I also wanna see.
Dude, I am so bored. At least we finally had a bunch of work to do today, which should continue throughout the week. But quelling the boredom with actual work only goes so far--namely, 5 p.m. Then I get maybe 30 minutes of excitement from traffic, then... well, it's reruns and shit TV.
But hey! In a month, I get to go see the Decemberists again! Wooooo, bouncy music. I hope they play that song about San Francisco that makes me cry.
Recent movie watchings? Sure, let's do that.
The 400 Blows was good, but not good enough to make me pay a ton of attention. This is what I get for watching TV when (1) the screen is 13 inches, and (2) my computer with Internet connectivity is 90' to the left.
Last week's batch included Rashomon, The Battle of Algiers, and the first disc of the second season of Penn & Teller: Bullshit. Yes, I am trying to get my movie edumification on. Well, beyond those film classes I took in college. And also, I like TV with swear words in it. That is pretty much the entirety of my Netflix queue: critically acclaimed films, and swearing.
The Penn & Teller is more of the same, if you've seen the first season, but it's still good. Their biases are patently obvious, but it's entertaining nonetheless. Better than, say, the vast majority of the crap on network TV most nights, except Tuesdays, when I have an overrun of stuff I like. Stupid Tuesdays.
Sunday I watched both the old black and whites. That was a little heavy, but both were outstanding films, even on tiny, stupid TVs. I can totally see where other films would be influenced by both of these. Algiers, in particular, reminded me in some ways of the recent City of God, which is a film you should see. Unless you are my mom, in which case you would probably find it too violent.
Algiers actually made me a little contemplative: what would it take for me, and for all Americans, to get as het up as the Algerians in that film? Granted, we don't have as something as clearly wrong as another sovereign nation occupying and ruling us, but what would it take? It was a fascinating look at revolution without any hand-holding. I found the exposition of the characters who would commit such acts of violence totally compelling.
And yeah, there is of course the point about the status of the occupiers--that is, one could interpret in a modern context, us in Iraq. That was interesting, too. I don't have as much to say about that, though. Probably anyone who reads this is somewhat aware of how I feel about that situation, and if you're not, hi, check out the stupidly liberal links to the right.
I am waiting for Netflix to get its shit together and send me the goddamn Motorcycle Diaries. It also claims to have a "very long wait" for Happy Together, which I also wanna see.
Dude, I am so bored. At least we finally had a bunch of work to do today, which should continue throughout the week. But quelling the boredom with actual work only goes so far--namely, 5 p.m. Then I get maybe 30 minutes of excitement from traffic, then... well, it's reruns and shit TV.
But hey! In a month, I get to go see the Decemberists again! Wooooo, bouncy music. I hope they play that song about San Francisco that makes me cry.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
I have struck lunch GOLD.
After two and a half months of struggling with this lunchtime problem, I've finally packed a lunch that is both healthy and delicious. And it's freaking homemade. I RULE.
1. Leftover chickpea, potato, and kale soup. If only I made things this yummy and suitable for leftovers every night. Maybe I will post the recipe tonight, if it wasn't already up from the last time I made it (with spinach).
2. Whole wheat pita with peppered tofurkey slices, tomato, mixed greens sprouts (they are green with purple stems and SO pretty), and a tiny bit of soyannaise so it isn't terribly dry.
3. Baby carrots.
Those suckers eating from McDonald's don't know what they're missing. Lovin' it, indeed.
(Okay, actually, most of them would probably hate my food. But whatever.)
1. Leftover chickpea, potato, and kale soup. If only I made things this yummy and suitable for leftovers every night. Maybe I will post the recipe tonight, if it wasn't already up from the last time I made it (with spinach).
2. Whole wheat pita with peppered tofurkey slices, tomato, mixed greens sprouts (they are green with purple stems and SO pretty), and a tiny bit of soyannaise so it isn't terribly dry.
3. Baby carrots.
Those suckers eating from McDonald's don't know what they're missing. Lovin' it, indeed.
(Okay, actually, most of them would probably hate my food. But whatever.)
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Nothing to say, but it's OK.
So I was chopping onions last Sunday and cut a little chunk out of my thumb on accident. Ow. All week, I couldn't really do the dishes, so it wasn't much of a cooking scene in the kitchen.
We did watch a few movies, though.
Last weekend's rentals were Do the Right Thing, Boogie Nights, and Before Sunrise. They were all pretty good films, though I had to send them back through the mailbox outside my office instead of at home since last time our Netflix selections were stolen.
This week, we have Mississippi Burning (Kevin's pick), The People Vs. Larry Flynt, and The 400 Blows. I haven't watched the latter yet, but the other two, in their historial courtroom drama-y goodness, were enjoyable. I think I liked Larry Flynt more because there's just something about the First Amendment that makes me cheer.
Oh, and hey, if you have Netflix and you want to be my Friend, lemme know. You can have things with purple stars, in addition to the gray, red, and yellow!
Also, strangely, Kevin's coworker lent him (forced upon him, whatever) an entire season of the British series Coupling, which neither of us is particularly fond of. "Do you wanna watch Coupling?" has kind of become this weekend's version of "We could go bowling."
I am missing a party at Margot's place in SF. I feel bad about this, but I am not sad about it. I don't really enjoy parties. Shocker. Also, I am totally lame!
Movie update, that's all. My thumb is healing. I spent some of day scrubbing things like the toilet and the bathtub. I need to do a goddamn load of laundry, I just remembered.
Might as well fuck a bunch of everything, for as much fun as this weekend is.
We did watch a few movies, though.
Last weekend's rentals were Do the Right Thing, Boogie Nights, and Before Sunrise. They were all pretty good films, though I had to send them back through the mailbox outside my office instead of at home since last time our Netflix selections were stolen.
This week, we have Mississippi Burning (Kevin's pick), The People Vs. Larry Flynt, and The 400 Blows. I haven't watched the latter yet, but the other two, in their historial courtroom drama-y goodness, were enjoyable. I think I liked Larry Flynt more because there's just something about the First Amendment that makes me cheer.
Oh, and hey, if you have Netflix and you want to be my Friend, lemme know. You can have things with purple stars, in addition to the gray, red, and yellow!
Also, strangely, Kevin's coworker lent him (forced upon him, whatever) an entire season of the British series Coupling, which neither of us is particularly fond of. "Do you wanna watch Coupling?" has kind of become this weekend's version of "We could go bowling."
I am missing a party at Margot's place in SF. I feel bad about this, but I am not sad about it. I don't really enjoy parties. Shocker. Also, I am totally lame!
Movie update, that's all. My thumb is healing. I spent some of day scrubbing things like the toilet and the bathtub. I need to do a goddamn load of laundry, I just remembered.
Might as well fuck a bunch of everything, for as much fun as this weekend is.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
What day is today?
I woke up totally thinking it was Friday.
It's Saturday. I am now up pretty fricking early for a Saturday.
Good thing the house is disgusting, so I'll have lots of time to clean! Oh boy!
Yes, and also, last night, someone drive-by egged my car while I was pulling up to a stoplight on Merrill. There is egg behind my back right tire. Naturally, I was pretty pissed off about it at first, but now it's mostly funny. However, stupid teenage boys of America, take note: this does not condone such behavior in the future. Please egg only people you know deserve it. Thank you.
It's Saturday. I am now up pretty fricking early for a Saturday.
Good thing the house is disgusting, so I'll have lots of time to clean! Oh boy!
Yes, and also, last night, someone drive-by egged my car while I was pulling up to a stoplight on Merrill. There is egg behind my back right tire. Naturally, I was pretty pissed off about it at first, but now it's mostly funny. However, stupid teenage boys of America, take note: this does not condone such behavior in the future. Please egg only people you know deserve it. Thank you.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Gabe gives good mp3.
I've rediscovered my stereo in here thanks to him. And this Handsome Boy Modeling School/Cat Power song, "I've Been Thinking." Which is sexy as HELL. Holy fuck, people, find it. Then go get laid or die trying.
He has also been trying to catch me up on those indie bands everyone talks about but I never hear because I don't have KEXP at my disposal anymore (yeah, yeah, streaming whatever): the Arcade Fire, Bloc Party, Iron & Wine so far. And, yes, good.
That $20 Rasputin gift card is not going to go to waste whenever I get around to spending it, but I think I'm going to wait to blow my wad until I have a little more extra cash to buy stuff.
I am bored and alone on another Friday night, what a shocker. I've got a couple movies to watch, but I have all weekend. If I get bored enough, I might catch a $3.50 movie sometime this weekend.
Additionally, I stink because being a girl? Is evidently not kind to my digestive system. Ewww.
Now, where the fuck are the Girl Scouts in my neighborhood? Or harassing me via their parents at work? WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN?! ...Oh. I just looked up the nutritional information on GirlScouts.org. Partially hydrogenated oils, pfffft! There's nothing wholesome about that!
Screw the Girl Scouts. They were the popular kids who hated me in grade school, anyway.
He has also been trying to catch me up on those indie bands everyone talks about but I never hear because I don't have KEXP at my disposal anymore (yeah, yeah, streaming whatever): the Arcade Fire, Bloc Party, Iron & Wine so far. And, yes, good.
That $20 Rasputin gift card is not going to go to waste whenever I get around to spending it, but I think I'm going to wait to blow my wad until I have a little more extra cash to buy stuff.
I am bored and alone on another Friday night, what a shocker. I've got a couple movies to watch, but I have all weekend. If I get bored enough, I might catch a $3.50 movie sometime this weekend.
Additionally, I stink because being a girl? Is evidently not kind to my digestive system. Ewww.
Now, where the fuck are the Girl Scouts in my neighborhood? Or harassing me via their parents at work? WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN?! ...Oh. I just looked up the nutritional information on GirlScouts.org. Partially hydrogenated oils, pfffft! There's nothing wholesome about that!
Screw the Girl Scouts. They were the popular kids who hated me in grade school, anyway.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Talking in my sleep.
One of the bad things about living with someone is they know when you snore. One of the good things is they know when you talk in your sleep, and can write it down and remind you of what your mind was doing all night.
I know I sometimes say totally bizarre things in Stage 2 sleep—when I'm just drifting off but I'm fighting to stay awake—people try to continue conversing with me with strange results.
However, tonight's example is purely sleep talk. I don't know what I was thinking, but I do know that, on reflection, this isn't actually that far from something I would say fully awake.
kevin: you said "you're mean"
kevin: and i said "what?"
kevin: "you are talking in your sleep again"
kevin: "why did you say i am mean?"
kevin: then you said "i wasn't talking to you"
kevin: "who were you talking to?"
kevin: "the air"
kevin: and then you fell asleep again
The air is so mean. To steal a line from the Talking Heads, air can hurt you too!
I'm surprised I didn't say anything way worse, considering yesterday was a strange day. I had to drive my boss home because she got sick in the office. Two TV networks were playing really old movies instead of rerunning their regular shows. And I went to bed around 10 and am up now, at almost 7 a.m., from a sneezing fit.
Maybe the air really is mean.
I know I sometimes say totally bizarre things in Stage 2 sleep—when I'm just drifting off but I'm fighting to stay awake—people try to continue conversing with me with strange results.
However, tonight's example is purely sleep talk. I don't know what I was thinking, but I do know that, on reflection, this isn't actually that far from something I would say fully awake.
kevin: you said "you're mean"
kevin: and i said "what?"
kevin: "you are talking in your sleep again"
kevin: "why did you say i am mean?"
kevin: then you said "i wasn't talking to you"
kevin: "who were you talking to?"
kevin: "the air"
kevin: and then you fell asleep again
The air is so mean. To steal a line from the Talking Heads, air can hurt you too!
I'm surprised I didn't say anything way worse, considering yesterday was a strange day. I had to drive my boss home because she got sick in the office. Two TV networks were playing really old movies instead of rerunning their regular shows. And I went to bed around 10 and am up now, at almost 7 a.m., from a sneezing fit.
Maybe the air really is mean.
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