11/07/2009
11/05/2009
We built on the river
Well hello there November, where did you come from? This is what I have been asking myself for five days. I have no easy answers except sands through the hourglass/days of my lives.
What has happened since the Bed Bug Scare 09 you may ask? I have been to Chicago twice in that time, had 11 conference calls, spent approximately 3 hours stuck in Beltway traffic, consumed scotch like there was no tomorrow, and achieved world peace. It's been a busy 2.5 weeks.
Travel-wise, I thought I was going to slow down, but I've got three more trips in the very near future: upstate New York (oh Albany, why can't I quit you?), Kansas, and Cleveland. The best part, however, is that these are all personal trips, not business. What that means is that the only bullshitting I will be required to do is for fun, not profit. Of course, I am most looking forward to my trip back home and some serious down time on my friends' farm.
It is what is keeping me going at this point, especially after falling into the trap of becoming the type of person you have to be in this city. Or I guess, the city just brings out the worst of who I already was? I have been mulling it over, but it will be nice to go back home and be who I was/am. O Existential Angst! O Moral Ennui! O Etc!
What else? Took the Big Dog to the vet today to check out a lump. Do they have a Susan G Komen Race for dogs? It is not that dire yet or confirmed, but there will be a removal/biopsy of the mammary tissue. At this point, it's premature to get all anxious about it, but it is there to be dealt with.
This post is becoming Debbie Downer so I shall end on a high note. I will be seeing Dar Williams this Saturday. Live music = good for the soul.
What has happened since the Bed Bug Scare 09 you may ask? I have been to Chicago twice in that time, had 11 conference calls, spent approximately 3 hours stuck in Beltway traffic, consumed scotch like there was no tomorrow, and achieved world peace. It's been a busy 2.5 weeks.
Travel-wise, I thought I was going to slow down, but I've got three more trips in the very near future: upstate New York (oh Albany, why can't I quit you?), Kansas, and Cleveland. The best part, however, is that these are all personal trips, not business. What that means is that the only bullshitting I will be required to do is for fun, not profit. Of course, I am most looking forward to my trip back home and some serious down time on my friends' farm.
It is what is keeping me going at this point, especially after falling into the trap of becoming the type of person you have to be in this city. Or I guess, the city just brings out the worst of who I already was? I have been mulling it over, but it will be nice to go back home and be who I was/am. O Existential Angst! O Moral Ennui! O Etc!
What else? Took the Big Dog to the vet today to check out a lump. Do they have a Susan G Komen Race for dogs? It is not that dire yet or confirmed, but there will be a removal/biopsy of the mammary tissue. At this point, it's premature to get all anxious about it, but it is there to be dealt with.
This post is becoming Debbie Downer so I shall end on a high note. I will be seeing Dar Williams this Saturday. Live music = good for the soul.
10/17/2009
Sleep tight
..don't let the bedbugs bite.
Have you ever wondered what happens when some fucker probably in the apartment below brings bedbugs into your 20 unit apt complex? WELL LET ME TELL YOU.
Here is a list of things I have to do before Tuesday, as outlined by our apt managers in a memo today, Saturday:
1. Thoroughly vacuum ALL furniture (throw covers should be washed in HOT water) and floor surfaces (carpets and tile). After completing this task, please seal your vacuum cleaner bag in the plastic zip-lock bag and throw it away immediately outside in the dumpster. Do not keep the bag in your apt home.
2. You will need to remove all items that are stored under beds, wipe clean, and seal in plastic bags or sealed totes.
3. You must remove all linens from your beds, wash in HOT water and then dry using a clothes dryer. DO NOT put the linens back on the bed until the treatment has been rendered. All clothing should be washed be washed before our treatment and then stored in either Chester (sic) drawers, (the clothes should be sealed in plastic bags before you put them into the drawers) or storage bins with lids that seal.
4. You will need to remove everything from the walls of each room throughout the apt, leaving a cleared space of 3-4 feet so we can get to those areas to render the necessary treatment.
5. Please DO NOT remove the mattresses and box springs from the room that they are in
6. You will need to remove ALL animals (birds, cats, dogs, etc) from the apt during our treatment and remain out of the apt for a period of four hours after the treatment has been performed.
So you know, no biggie. A little light dusting. Couple of zip-lock sandwich baggies to hold every article of clothing I own. Piece of cake.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. The only reason I'm not bitching and moaning at the 'apartment home' office is that I coincidentally have to travel to Chicago on Tuesday so my dogs will be at the kennel anyway. Otherwise, that would have compounded the bullshit hassle meter X 100.
I have seen no signs of them in my apt, but you better fucking believe I'm going to be feeling them crawling all over and sucking blood for the next 3 fucking nights before they have 'rendered treatment'.
Bedbugs. WTF?
Have you ever wondered what happens when some fucker probably in the apartment below brings bedbugs into your 20 unit apt complex? WELL LET ME TELL YOU.
Here is a list of things I have to do before Tuesday, as outlined by our apt managers in a memo today, Saturday:
1. Thoroughly vacuum ALL furniture (throw covers should be washed in HOT water) and floor surfaces (carpets and tile). After completing this task, please seal your vacuum cleaner bag in the plastic zip-lock bag and throw it away immediately outside in the dumpster. Do not keep the bag in your apt home.
2. You will need to remove all items that are stored under beds, wipe clean, and seal in plastic bags or sealed totes.
3. You must remove all linens from your beds, wash in HOT water and then dry using a clothes dryer. DO NOT put the linens back on the bed until the treatment has been rendered. All clothing should be washed be washed before our treatment and then stored in either Chester (sic) drawers, (the clothes should be sealed in plastic bags before you put them into the drawers) or storage bins with lids that seal.
4. You will need to remove everything from the walls of each room throughout the apt, leaving a cleared space of 3-4 feet so we can get to those areas to render the necessary treatment.
5. Please DO NOT remove the mattresses and box springs from the room that they are in
6. You will need to remove ALL animals (birds, cats, dogs, etc) from the apt during our treatment and remain out of the apt for a period of four hours after the treatment has been performed.
So you know, no biggie. A little light dusting. Couple of zip-lock sandwich baggies to hold every article of clothing I own. Piece of cake.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. The only reason I'm not bitching and moaning at the 'apartment home' office is that I coincidentally have to travel to Chicago on Tuesday so my dogs will be at the kennel anyway. Otherwise, that would have compounded the bullshit hassle meter X 100.
I have seen no signs of them in my apt, but you better fucking believe I'm going to be feeling them crawling all over and sucking blood for the next 3 fucking nights before they have 'rendered treatment'.
Bedbugs. WTF?
10/03/2009
9/24/2009
9/15/2009
SSDD
Hi, I forgot I had a blog!
Dear Diary,
So lots of things have happened since I last wrote to you. Summer ended, fall came, and I am happy to report that the District of Columbia continues to churn out commuters full of ennui, politicians full of shit, and tourists in fanny packs and white socks. On the other hand, I am also happy to report that one can drop a diamond ring on the mall and come back 1.5 hours later and a passerby will pick it up and return it to you (see: My sister, Saturday during peak Tea Bagging protest/tourist wandering). So dreams do come true, Timmy, you just gotta have faith!
What else? As witnessed by my tweets, I attended a football game in Baltimore which was awesome hello even if you don't like football you would have liked to have been tailgating with our "crew" as we had a decent place to eat/drink/hang out/walk to game/watch game/return to car/eat/hang out while one crew member was That Girl Who Throws Up. All in all, a good time. That Girl and I will also be attending the Chiefs/Redskins game in Oct and we have collectively decided that cherry jello shots will not be a part of that event. Lesson learned.
Other things: I will be traveling for the next 1.5 weeks, first to Chicago (which holla I love) and second to California (which I am sort of meh about, but whatever). Both are work trips but I shall be incorporating some 'me time' into the agenda and since I will be in CA for a week, I will attempt to get to the beach this time. This is all presuming that place doesn't burn up or fall off, we are good.
Aside: I had to interview people all day for jobs and here is my advice to the youth of this country: Practice talking in front of a mirror prior to interview and pinch yourself every time you say "um", "like", "you know", and give yourself a double dose when you end a statement with a question mark? Because people who want to take you seriously as a professional? And maybe give you a chance are kind of turned off by that? Because it's annoying? Ah well, we're all trying to get along in this gdamn world so I understand that it's hard out there for a pee eye em pee but you know, this city is ruthless and you gotta convince people you know what you're talking about even when you don't. That is how 3/4 of all fed workers got their jobs, trust.
Alright, diary, I am done with you except to finally say that we both mourn our high school innocence with the passing of Patrick Swayze given that some of us went to see Dirty Dancing like, um five times in a row? Because, you know, all your friends wanted to go and watch the log scene again? Ah youth..
Dear Diary,
So lots of things have happened since I last wrote to you. Summer ended, fall came, and I am happy to report that the District of Columbia continues to churn out commuters full of ennui, politicians full of shit, and tourists in fanny packs and white socks. On the other hand, I am also happy to report that one can drop a diamond ring on the mall and come back 1.5 hours later and a passerby will pick it up and return it to you (see: My sister, Saturday during peak Tea Bagging protest/tourist wandering). So dreams do come true, Timmy, you just gotta have faith!
What else? As witnessed by my tweets, I attended a football game in Baltimore which was awesome hello even if you don't like football you would have liked to have been tailgating with our "crew" as we had a decent place to eat/drink/hang out/walk to game/watch game/return to car/eat/hang out while one crew member was That Girl Who Throws Up. All in all, a good time. That Girl and I will also be attending the Chiefs/Redskins game in Oct and we have collectively decided that cherry jello shots will not be a part of that event. Lesson learned.
Other things: I will be traveling for the next 1.5 weeks, first to Chicago (which holla I love) and second to California (which I am sort of meh about, but whatever). Both are work trips but I shall be incorporating some 'me time' into the agenda and since I will be in CA for a week, I will attempt to get to the beach this time. This is all presuming that place doesn't burn up or fall off, we are good.
Aside: I had to interview people all day for jobs and here is my advice to the youth of this country: Practice talking in front of a mirror prior to interview and pinch yourself every time you say "um", "like", "you know", and give yourself a double dose when you end a statement with a question mark? Because people who want to take you seriously as a professional? And maybe give you a chance are kind of turned off by that? Because it's annoying? Ah well, we're all trying to get along in this gdamn world so I understand that it's hard out there for a pee eye em pee but you know, this city is ruthless and you gotta convince people you know what you're talking about even when you don't. That is how 3/4 of all fed workers got their jobs, trust.
Alright, diary, I am done with you except to finally say that we both mourn our high school innocence with the passing of Patrick Swayze given that some of us went to see Dirty Dancing like, um five times in a row? Because, you know, all your friends wanted to go and watch the log scene again? Ah youth..
9/04/2009
Bird!
Oh don't even think I care about being all high five fan girl holla! We all have our things so don't judge; I don't go around making fun of you and your Precious Moments figurine collection so you know..
8/31/2009
iMix for you
A couple of iMixes I put together because maybe you enjoy such things or are looking for new tunes.
8/27/2009
8/18/2009
Squirrelizer
Oh, I've only just begun to use the Squirrelizer! OG-squirrel here.
The ex-governor, a man, his turkey, and a squirrel: A love that dare not speak its name.
Too soon?
Is that a squirrel in your pocket or are you just happy to see Dick?
They drummed you out of Hollywood, so you come crawling back to Broadway. But Broadway doesn't go for booze and dope. Now get out of my way, I've got a man waiting for me.
Lady Gaga: Keeping it real gay and squirrely.
God, I could do this all night..
The ex-governor, a man, his turkey, and a squirrel: A love that dare not speak its name.
Too soon?
Is that a squirrel in your pocket or are you just happy to see Dick?
They drummed you out of Hollywood, so you come crawling back to Broadway. But Broadway doesn't go for booze and dope. Now get out of my way, I've got a man waiting for me.
Lady Gaga: Keeping it real gay and squirrely.
God, I could do this all night..
8/16/2009
End of the summer = pesto
So easy, so good.
1 cup basil
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup parmigiana reggianno
1/3 cup pine nuts
2 cloves garlic
salt/pepper
Mix in blender/chopper type thing.
1 package of tortellini and/or any other pasta you like. Mix with pesto. The end.
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Was originally going to include tomato and zucchini but decided that nothing needs to be added to pesto.
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Can always double the recipe if you want to make more, but you know a little pesto goes a long way. I've still got some leftover after mixing in with my pasta. And you can freeze it too. My friends back home planted 60 basil plants in their garden and no I am not kidding. I'm sure they're making batches of pesto for the winter right about now.
1 cup basil
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup parmigiana reggianno
1/3 cup pine nuts
2 cloves garlic
salt/pepper
Mix in blender/chopper type thing.
1 package of tortellini and/or any other pasta you like. Mix with pesto. The end.
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Was originally going to include tomato and zucchini but decided that nothing needs to be added to pesto.
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Can always double the recipe if you want to make more, but you know a little pesto goes a long way. I've still got some leftover after mixing in with my pasta. And you can freeze it too. My friends back home planted 60 basil plants in their garden and no I am not kidding. I'm sure they're making batches of pesto for the winter right about now.
8/08/2009
Your name with two X’s to mark the spots
Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
Saying your names - Richard Siken
...XX
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
Saying your names - Richard Siken
...XX
8/03/2009
7/27/2009
Suddenly everything has changed
So July has basically happened. Here is a random list of things from this month:
1. I was on a shaky carny Bullet ride with an 11 year old boy who freaked out when we reached the top and screamed bloody murder to be let off. All of Akron heard his freak.
2. I caught an 8 inch rock bass in Big Long Lake and released it. Limit is 15 inches because clearly the lake is a size queen.
3. I drank shitty beer at a brewery in Jefferson City MO while a bunch of suburban middle-aged hipsters (such as) played in a bocce ball tourney and had cutesy/ironic shirts with team names like Rolling Balls of Thunder and Bocce-celli Girls.
4. I went to a Cubs/Nats baseball game. It was as boring as I remember baseball being. I'm instituting a 5 inning rule in the event that I am taken to any subsequent games. Five innings is just enough time to have a hotdog, a few beers, scope the crowd for hotties, and be done before the crowds leave and you are stuck at Navy Yard in a throng of people with no way out of the Metro and about to lose your mind.
5. Divorced Blackberry and am sleeping with iPhone. I like like it, but I'm not in love with it. Yet. So I'm kinda seeing them both and neither one knows.
6. I have discovered a new species of Evaluati Whinerous. As a member of that phylum, I understand the sentiment, but cannot abide by the insufferable kvetching of that genus. My patience has run thin so pull yourselves together and buck up!
7. My new Boos Block cutting board probably makes me happier than it should. I did not realize that they are made in Effingham IL, which as you all know, is home to one big-ass highway Jesus cross. I will not hold this against my cutting board however.
8. Here is a brief text exchange that occurred yesterday with my strai friend A:
A: I don't think you even want to know what i did last night
Me: You better just tell me because I'm probably the only one who won't judge.
A: Well there was no coke but...
A: Sad and lots of boobs.
Me: Did you go to a strip club?
A: Uh yes.
Me: That is sad. Who did you go with and where? Or more impt, why?
A: That's what I'd like to know. It was not fun.
The end.
1. I was on a shaky carny Bullet ride with an 11 year old boy who freaked out when we reached the top and screamed bloody murder to be let off. All of Akron heard his freak.
2. I caught an 8 inch rock bass in Big Long Lake and released it. Limit is 15 inches because clearly the lake is a size queen.
3. I drank shitty beer at a brewery in Jefferson City MO while a bunch of suburban middle-aged hipsters (such as) played in a bocce ball tourney and had cutesy/ironic shirts with team names like Rolling Balls of Thunder and Bocce-celli Girls.
4. I went to a Cubs/Nats baseball game. It was as boring as I remember baseball being. I'm instituting a 5 inning rule in the event that I am taken to any subsequent games. Five innings is just enough time to have a hotdog, a few beers, scope the crowd for hotties, and be done before the crowds leave and you are stuck at Navy Yard in a throng of people with no way out of the Metro and about to lose your mind.
5. Divorced Blackberry and am sleeping with iPhone. I like like it, but I'm not in love with it. Yet. So I'm kinda seeing them both and neither one knows.
6. I have discovered a new species of Evaluati Whinerous. As a member of that phylum, I understand the sentiment, but cannot abide by the insufferable kvetching of that genus. My patience has run thin so pull yourselves together and buck up!
7. My new Boos Block cutting board probably makes me happier than it should. I did not realize that they are made in Effingham IL, which as you all know, is home to one big-ass highway Jesus cross. I will not hold this against my cutting board however.
8. Here is a brief text exchange that occurred yesterday with my strai friend A:
A: I don't think you even want to know what i did last night
Me: You better just tell me because I'm probably the only one who won't judge.
A: Well there was no coke but...
A: Sad and lots of boobs.
Me: Did you go to a strip club?
A: Uh yes.
Me: That is sad. Who did you go with and where? Or more impt, why?
A: That's what I'd like to know. It was not fun.
The end.
7/07/2009
Only Good Days Caught on Camera
Well. Here we are again. What can be said that hasn't already been said before? Here are two things:
1) I am going to Indiana on Thurs to visit my dad and fish and probably play poker and drink cheap beer and be a Hoosier. I am looking forward to another big dose of the Midwest which keeps me sane on most days. After that, I go straight to the state of Missouri for work. I am not complaining, just saying. I will be sure to twitpic the adventures. Cows. Corn. Coors Light.
2) It is July somehow. I'm not entirely sure how that happened because time both flies and also stands still here. I have been in this city for 2.4 years (yes, I'm counting) and I'm trying to remember July two years ago. Who can remember that far back? Luckily, I have this here blog and apparently last July, I was: working, walking the dogs, traveling, and being gay. Clearly nothing ever changes.
I wish I could report something exciting like: I got a pony! I am now Assistant Secretary of State! I am a blond! I like string! Alas/alack, this is the life I now lead. Until next time..
1) I am going to Indiana on Thurs to visit my dad and fish and probably play poker and drink cheap beer and be a Hoosier. I am looking forward to another big dose of the Midwest which keeps me sane on most days. After that, I go straight to the state of Missouri for work. I am not complaining, just saying. I will be sure to twitpic the adventures. Cows. Corn. Coors Light.
2) It is July somehow. I'm not entirely sure how that happened because time both flies and also stands still here. I have been in this city for 2.4 years (yes, I'm counting) and I'm trying to remember July two years ago. Who can remember that far back? Luckily, I have this here blog and apparently last July, I was: working, walking the dogs, traveling, and being gay. Clearly nothing ever changes.
I wish I could report something exciting like: I got a pony! I am now Assistant Secretary of State! I am a blond! I like string! Alas/alack, this is the life I now lead. Until next time..
6/25/2009
Just beat it
So the tragic news of the sudden (but not entirely unexpected?) death of the King of Pop made me go rummage in my stuff to find a little treasure trove: my 45 record collection. Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Let's have a little walk down memory lane circa 1974-1985, shall we? And please note, this is not even the entire collection, just a sampling of the "best".
Anyone who tries to deny that they didn't love Michael Jackson in 1982 is a liar:
Remember when I talked about Laura Branigan? Yep:
Jesse, I won't cut fresh flowers for you. Ditto on cold wine, clean sheets, cologne, and phone sitting:
This one was always guaranteed to put a smile on your face and a spring in your step, real uplifting. A good one to stack on top of Wildfire on your record player - you know, the happy one about the pony and girl enjoying snowflakes.
Play this one after and you are talking about a dance party:
I won't lie, I only bought this after watching the movie about a million times. Perfect soundtrack for junior high angst:
I will also not lie and tell you this is totally my karaoke song. I believe I also developed a rather intricate performance/dance/hand gesture routine to go along with it. Ain't no shame in that:
Boys in the bars thinking who is this guy? Also, the b-side to this is one of my dad's favorites (My Baby Thinks He's a Train). Classic:
And I quote: "the rain will come down, then U will have 2 choose. if U believe, look 2 the dawn and U shall never lose."
Again truth, this is no secret: I was a major major Prince fan from 1983-1987. Like I even had an old army surplus trench coat. And quite possibly longed for a puffy shirt. And maybe wrote an anonymous overwrought love note to a girl crush written entirely by quoting Prince lyrics. Anyway, like TAFKAP always said, we can funk until the dawn, holla!
And finally, Mr. A.E. Newman was not a worrier:
Duh, play the other side, dummy!
Anyone who tries to deny that they didn't love Michael Jackson in 1982 is a liar:
Remember when I talked about Laura Branigan? Yep:
Jesse, I won't cut fresh flowers for you. Ditto on cold wine, clean sheets, cologne, and phone sitting:
This one was always guaranteed to put a smile on your face and a spring in your step, real uplifting. A good one to stack on top of Wildfire on your record player - you know, the happy one about the pony and girl enjoying snowflakes.
Play this one after and you are talking about a dance party:
I won't lie, I only bought this after watching the movie about a million times. Perfect soundtrack for junior high angst:
I will also not lie and tell you this is totally my karaoke song. I believe I also developed a rather intricate performance/dance/hand gesture routine to go along with it. Ain't no shame in that:
Boys in the bars thinking who is this guy? Also, the b-side to this is one of my dad's favorites (My Baby Thinks He's a Train). Classic:
And I quote: "the rain will come down, then U will have 2 choose. if U believe, look 2 the dawn and U shall never lose."
Again truth, this is no secret: I was a major major Prince fan from 1983-1987. Like I even had an old army surplus trench coat. And quite possibly longed for a puffy shirt. And maybe wrote an anonymous overwrought love note to a girl crush written entirely by quoting Prince lyrics. Anyway, like TAFKAP always said, we can funk until the dawn, holla!
And finally, Mr. A.E. Newman was not a worrier:
Duh, play the other side, dummy!
6/18/2009
6/08/2009
dear chicago/nyc/tampa/wherever
Holla <--- which is something I haven't said in a long time, gonna bring that back, yo.
So I've clearly been distracted (with what? I do not know) and as such, have not bothered to blog about it. I can twitpic the hell out of Showing Snarker My Cocktail because she asks so nicely, but topics for blogging are not forthcoming it seems. I haven't seen any poop on the metro since my ill-fated encounter with a 'rotten banana' so that pretty much limits things right there.
So what have I been doing besides drinking? That is a very good question and the answer is this: working, walking the dogs, traveling, being gay. That basically sums up my life these past few months. Sad but true. I was in Florida last week and it was hot and rainy and people were trying to bullshit me (< -- which is what about 68% of my work life is about, people saying one thing and reality being another). I did get to visit my Aunt Ruby (aside: Who does not have an Aunt Ruby is my question) and she made Louisiana style red beans and rice which is about the only cajun food I like. It was tasty and also gassy but that is the price you pay to spend time with your AR. But boy howdy, my aunt and my cousin are so Republican and conservative that the only thing we agreed on was that the sky was a bluish color. Regardless, it was good to see her since she's quite old (in her 80s I think). Also I did broker a little side consulting work while I was there with some of the bullshit/reality ppl. 75 bucks an hour is the going rate, FYI. High priced Robo-hooker = me now.
What else? Well, I will be taking a trip up to New York City for work on Thurs and also to participate in the revival of Miss Vivian Darkbloom's one-woman/two-donkey show being held at the Macelli Supper Club in Brooklyn. I will reprise my role as 'Girl Sitting in Club Smoking a Cigar with Insouciance' and also help wrangle Sid and Nancy (the donkeys). It will be a grande time and I am much looking forward to it. Vivian and the Mrs are quite the hostesses, the absinthe runs freely at their urban bungalow, I must say. Oh I will be twitpicing it, trust me.
And then, finally, next week: A trip to Chicago. Which hello, you know, I love that place. I can only hope I have wised up from the last time = out until 5am and feeling like shit at an 8am meeting. FYI this is something you do not want to do, particularly if you are not as young as you used to be which I am not. I will however be repeating my trip to Tuscany for dinner, trust.
Ok, I think that's it. Rinse/repeat and the beat goes on.
ps. Sometimes I wish I didn't like Ryan Adams so much, but there you go.
So I've clearly been distracted (with what? I do not know) and as such, have not bothered to blog about it. I can twitpic the hell out of Showing Snarker My Cocktail because she asks so nicely, but topics for blogging are not forthcoming it seems. I haven't seen any poop on the metro since my ill-fated encounter with a 'rotten banana' so that pretty much limits things right there.
So what have I been doing besides drinking? That is a very good question and the answer is this: working, walking the dogs, traveling, being gay. That basically sums up my life these past few months. Sad but true. I was in Florida last week and it was hot and rainy and people were trying to bullshit me (< -- which is what about 68% of my work life is about, people saying one thing and reality being another). I did get to visit my Aunt Ruby (aside: Who does not have an Aunt Ruby is my question) and she made Louisiana style red beans and rice which is about the only cajun food I like. It was tasty and also gassy but that is the price you pay to spend time with your AR. But boy howdy, my aunt and my cousin are so Republican and conservative that the only thing we agreed on was that the sky was a bluish color. Regardless, it was good to see her since she's quite old (in her 80s I think). Also I did broker a little side consulting work while I was there with some of the bullshit/reality ppl. 75 bucks an hour is the going rate, FYI. High priced Robo-hooker = me now.
What else? Well, I will be taking a trip up to New York City for work on Thurs and also to participate in the revival of Miss Vivian Darkbloom's one-woman/two-donkey show being held at the Macelli Supper Club in Brooklyn. I will reprise my role as 'Girl Sitting in Club Smoking a Cigar with Insouciance' and also help wrangle Sid and Nancy (the donkeys). It will be a grande time and I am much looking forward to it. Vivian and the Mrs are quite the hostesses, the absinthe runs freely at their urban bungalow, I must say. Oh I will be twitpicing it, trust me.
And then, finally, next week: A trip to Chicago. Which hello, you know, I love that place. I can only hope I have wised up from the last time = out until 5am and feeling like shit at an 8am meeting. FYI this is something you do not want to do, particularly if you are not as young as you used to be which I am not. I will however be repeating my trip to Tuscany for dinner, trust.
Ok, I think that's it. Rinse/repeat and the beat goes on.
ps. Sometimes I wish I didn't like Ryan Adams so much, but there you go.
5/22/2009
In defense of distraction
This article is pretty interesting. Of course, it's also, ironically, tl;dr-ish.
“You can’t be happy all the time,” Gallagher tells me, “but you can pretty much focus all the time. That’s about as good as it gets.
“You can’t be happy all the time,” Gallagher tells me, “but you can pretty much focus all the time. That’s about as good as it gets.
5/17/2009
Orzo-licious
In honor of it being almost summer and because I wanted to cook, here's a recipe for an orzo summer salad that I'm making right now.
1 cup orzo
1 red pepper - diced
2-3 sun dried tomatoes
minced parsley
diced green onion
handful toasted pine nuts
olive oil
feta cheese
salt/pepper
Boil orzo with diced peppers in the water to cook (because I like my peppers cooked vs raw - sue me!). Toast pine nuts in tiny bit of olive oil while orzo is cooking (watch those nuts carefully, they will burn in a heartbeat, FYI).
Drain pasta and rinse with cold water. Toss in pine nuts, diced sun-dried tomatoes, minced parsley, diced green onions and dress with good olive oil. Salt/pepper to taste. Put crumbled feta on top and mix. Cover and put in fridge for an hour. Very tasty cold summer salad and easy to make potluck dish for all you potlucking lesbians/other people out there.
Do it, you know you want to.
ETA: Finished product (sans feta cheese since I discovered my stash of feta had gone bad, so I added a bit of parmeggiano reggiano instead, but I assume the feta would be just as yummy):
ETA ps: This would be a perfect dish if one were still on a farm in Kansas (or pretending to still be there) or if one were coming off a 10-day lemon water cleansing thing or if one were hosting a house full of Orzonians as one is wont to do in these troubled times. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, time to dig in!
1 cup orzo
1 red pepper - diced
2-3 sun dried tomatoes
minced parsley
diced green onion
handful toasted pine nuts
olive oil
feta cheese
salt/pepper
Boil orzo with diced peppers in the water to cook (because I like my peppers cooked vs raw - sue me!). Toast pine nuts in tiny bit of olive oil while orzo is cooking (watch those nuts carefully, they will burn in a heartbeat, FYI).
Drain pasta and rinse with cold water. Toss in pine nuts, diced sun-dried tomatoes, minced parsley, diced green onions and dress with good olive oil. Salt/pepper to taste. Put crumbled feta on top and mix. Cover and put in fridge for an hour. Very tasty cold summer salad and easy to make potluck dish for all you potlucking lesbians/other people out there.
Do it, you know you want to.
ETA: Finished product (sans feta cheese since I discovered my stash of feta had gone bad, so I added a bit of parmeggiano reggiano instead, but I assume the feta would be just as yummy):
ETA ps: This would be a perfect dish if one were still on a farm in Kansas (or pretending to still be there) or if one were coming off a 10-day lemon water cleansing thing or if one were hosting a house full of Orzonians as one is wont to do in these troubled times. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, time to dig in!
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