thanks to everyone who voted in the poll! in the end, i picked this color on a whim – it felt more timeless, i suppose; and so far, i’m really, really happy with my choice.
i’ve also discovered (as you probably noticed) how to use flickr in association with wordpress - so hopefully there will be more pictures and random videos from here on out. i know, you’re already bracing yourselves :)
remember how much i love train rides? well, i’m planning to take one from LA to Boston at the end of May.
Anyone interested in joining me? I’m 100% serious. Email me or comment here.
(those of you who have previously expressed interest should still email me, because i like verification/confirmation. and getting emails.)
sometimes the best thing to do is not write about things, not codify and compartmentalize them within the constraints of language (those will always fall short in some way), not bestow an immortal status upon their momentary state. there are some things that, once written, you can never retract. you may revise and revise, but the first etching is the one burned into you. it comes back in haunting shades when you try and put the issue into perspective, and you are reminded that once you felt such-and-such a way about it, that once it mattered so-and-so much in this-and-that way. the best thing to do is not write about such things; do not pin them down. rather, let them evolve in due time into more palatable states, until they stand simply as memories, aged with gentler perspective.
dear kraft organic white cheddar mac n cheese shells,
i know you’re probably mad because i was with whole foods organic white cheddar mac and cheese for dinner last night — but it wasn’t what you think. they aren’t even shells! it’s just that that box had been sitting in the pantry forever, and money is tight – so it seemed okay to just eat it this one time. trust me, it won’t happen again. that stuff was nasty – a far cry from your deliciousness. the whole time i was like – what am i doing here with this stuff? i missed you so much. i promise i’ll never be on the same plate as that stuff again. please don’t be mad. you’re my best friend, my perfect match.
love,
gorton’s fish sticks
Live! From Hollywood Washington – it’s YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUR GOVERNMENT
Things are going to heat up next week in the healthcare reform arena – Obama has called an open forum meeting to talk the issue out with Congress live on CSPAN. That’s right. Live, on TV, and with Congress present. What’s not to love? And the AP has an article with what to expect — a play-by-play of what each side is expecting, arguing, and should avoid. Short, concise, and well-worth the read.
I’m off – gotta give my bookie a call.
i should have posted this blog last week, but things have been crazy – but for the sake of rhetoric (and because, really, it’s all the same to you), let’s pretend this happened yesterday.
yesterday (right), i didn’t have time for breakfast, so i decided to stop at starbucks and grab one of their amazing old-fashioned donuts. deliciousness itself. yes.
what i had forgotten (and promptly remembered as i finished inhaling the donut) was that my coworker was bringing cupcakes in for valentine’s day (because, uh, that also happened yesterday). the cupcakes were beautiful and pink and made from scratch with real strawberries in them, so of course i had to eat one of those.
then, it turned out it was another coworker’s birthday, and so she had brought in donut holes for us all — and having eaten one coworker’s treat, i could hardly refuse to partake of the birthday girl’s party food! so i helped myself to a few of those, as well.
it was right around then that i got an email from my boss. she’d gotten delayed in zurich and wasn’t going to be back in the office until next week… but she said that someone had sent her a cake a day or two ago and it was in her office and would we please help ourselves. so we hauled down this whole king cake for mardi gras, spread the icing and sprinkles, and seeing as we were already on a roll, we all had some of that, too.
it was right around then that i realized i had a dentist appointment at lunchtime.
and had totally forgotten to bring my toothbrush/paste with me… so i toddled off to CVS, bought a toothbrush (oooh purple) and a tube of paste (oooh, on sale: 2-for-1), and toddled off to the dentist’s office, brushed my teeth, and sat down innocently in that pukey green chair. no cavities, pronounced my good dentist (oh, if she only knew)! but she did have one small concern, and she recommended a new kind of toothbrush to take care of that, so i went back to CVS again and bought one.
i only had to work a half-day yesterday, so i headed home then, and made myself a little lunch – i wasn’t super hungry (no idea why), so i didn’t eat that much, but it had a vegetable in it or something, so i felt pretty good about that. when i went to put my leftovers away, i noticed how much tupperware i was using. i thought my roommates might get annoyed by that, so i decided to clean some of them out. one of the containers had my leftover custard from a couple nights before, and since i had just eaten a healthy lunch and i needed to free up that tupperware, i finished it off. for the sake of domestic harmony!
i can’t remember what i did after that – possibly i was passed out from sugar, but i really couldn’t say – but that night i went to a friend’s house for dinner, and there were a bunch of people over there – so, ya know, we all kinda pitch in – someone brought drinks, a few people brought desserts, etc. and my good friend, one of the best bakers i know, made lemon bars. i can’t remember whether or not i’ve ever devoted a whole post to lemon bars, but they are well worth it. when made well, they are easily on my “top desserts of all time” list. so i had a lemon bar… or two. and they were tiny, so it barely counts.
and that would have been enough for the day; i could have rested in dessert bliss with that alone, but one of the guys, bless him, had brought a cake from finale. finale! how could i not eat a piece of cake from finale? exactly.
and then everyone claimed that you needed vanilla ice cream to go with the cake, which it’s true, you really do, and i hated to not do justice to a masterpiece like a cake from finale, so i had a serving of ice cream…
(in my defense, i did not eat any of the apple crumble or tapioca pudding.)
i went home that night on a delightful sugar high, gave myself a bright cavity-free smile, and surveyed my bathroom counter: now replete with 3 tubes of toothpaste and 3 toothbrushes. it seemed strangely poetic.
i think it took about 48 hours for all that sugar to wear off… or it would have, if it hadn’t all happened just yesterday.
