Sunday, November 30, 2008
Day #25
This right here is one of the yummiest things I have eaten/made and I hope to make it again real soon:
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Day #22
Happy Turkey Day! Or, in my case, Tofurkey Day! I have spent the morning baking and hanging around in my pajamas and soon I will be eating and watching bad TV. Both should be awesome.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Day #21
I got laid off from my bakery job yesterday, a job I really liked. My boss was nice about it and it's for purely economic-based reasons, but still. I am now without whatever tiny amount of financial security I had.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Day #20
Conversation with a friend online:
Me: Whatcha up to?
Tyler: Lunch break. Nine more minutes. Busy busy busy.
Me: I am about to go tour a chocolate factory!
Tyler: Your life is a paradise.
Me: Whatcha up to?
Tyler: Lunch break. Nine more minutes. Busy busy busy.
Me: I am about to go tour a chocolate factory!
Tyler: Your life is a paradise.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
JAZTILII 2.0
re-design 70% completed.
followers-hope you enjoy the new JAZTILII!
a few new features should be rolled out by week's end, including posts with pictures in them and a "contribute via paypal" button.
followers-hope you enjoy the new JAZTILII!
a few new features should be rolled out by week's end, including posts with pictures in them and a "contribute via paypal" button.
Day #18
It is my roommates birthday today and while I have not yet figured out what to do for him, I have to say, I am a lucky lady.
We went through a tiny, minuscule rought patch at first, working out our differences and also because we were both stressed from the move. But since then it has been smooth sailing.
He's a perfect roommate for me--we both give each other our own space, we tell stories while we cook our food, he bakes me pies, and cleaning is basically shared. We haven't had to have any talks about what to do as roommates, because we basically get along just fine as is.
What I am saying is, my roommate is a swell guy.
We went through a tiny, minuscule rought patch at first, working out our differences and also because we were both stressed from the move. But since then it has been smooth sailing.
He's a perfect roommate for me--we both give each other our own space, we tell stories while we cook our food, he bakes me pies, and cleaning is basically shared. We haven't had to have any talks about what to do as roommates, because we basically get along just fine as is.
What I am saying is, my roommate is a swell guy.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Day #17
I wasn't able to post until now due to big kid things like jobs.
But all I have to say is this--despite what you may have heard, I will not be one of the many celebrities who names their child after the place where they were conceived.
Instead, I will name my child and then conceive them somewhere. It's a similar concept, except much, much more awesome.
But all I have to say is this--despite what you may have heard, I will not be one of the many celebrities who names their child after the place where they were conceived.
Instead, I will name my child and then conceive them somewhere. It's a similar concept, except much, much more awesome.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Day #16
Last night I got off work and went to see the new Bond, which I had been dying to see, with a newish friend. It was in Time Square, which means I got to navigate a little bit of the madness that exist there. (Think of the Mall of America. With giant lights. Outside. But different.)
After the movie, we went to "his" bar on 50th street, an place run by the Irish, but not Irish themed. It is a character bar. Besides talking to the Irish bartenders, I met Joey Keys, a local piano player, a cougar, and a stagehand for SNL who told story about holding up drug dealers with his dad's police badge and gun. All while getting free drinks. Have I mentioned that it's in Hells Kitchen? Sure, the neighborhood is basically delightful now, but that does no detract from its wonderful name and the fact that I expect to see Daredevil.
Then, after a shorter than expected train ride, I get home to a clean apartment smelling of newly baked Cherry Pie and a note from my roommate telling me to dig in and that he made me extra pastry with cinnamon sugar on it.
What I am saying is that life is pretty darn good at the moment.
After the movie, we went to "his" bar on 50th street, an place run by the Irish, but not Irish themed. It is a character bar. Besides talking to the Irish bartenders, I met Joey Keys, a local piano player, a cougar, and a stagehand for SNL who told story about holding up drug dealers with his dad's police badge and gun. All while getting free drinks. Have I mentioned that it's in Hells Kitchen? Sure, the neighborhood is basically delightful now, but that does no detract from its wonderful name and the fact that I expect to see Daredevil.
Then, after a shorter than expected train ride, I get home to a clean apartment smelling of newly baked Cherry Pie and a note from my roommate telling me to dig in and that he made me extra pastry with cinnamon sugar on it.
What I am saying is that life is pretty darn good at the moment.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Day #14
It is blog your graffiti pictures day and I don't have any. Guess I am out of the cool kid club. Again.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Day #12
Today I am going to go to a capoeira class. I am excited about this because even though I am terrible at it, I miss it. I love exercising and dancing and fake fighting and this allows me to do all three--so terribly teachers hearts die, but do it nonetheless.
I am excited.
I am excited.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Day #10
Last night I stayed in because I was tired and didn't feel like going out and drinking.
In Minnesota I would have felt ok with that decision and, frankly, I probably would have been able to trick a friend to stay in with me. This is easier in Minnesota, where most of your time is spent at potlucks and watching movies anyways.
But here, in The Greatest City On Earth Forever, it feels cheap. Who am I to stay indoors, when some poor gay child in Montana is wishing they were here, seeing musicals? Who am I to be alone, when there are 7 million friends waiting for me outside the door? A chump, that's who.
In Minnesota I would have felt ok with that decision and, frankly, I probably would have been able to trick a friend to stay in with me. This is easier in Minnesota, where most of your time is spent at potlucks and watching movies anyways.
But here, in The Greatest City On Earth Forever, it feels cheap. Who am I to stay indoors, when some poor gay child in Montana is wishing they were here, seeing musicals? Who am I to be alone, when there are 7 million friends waiting for me outside the door? A chump, that's who.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Day #9.2
I am eating the the most hilariously awful dinner. It is mashed potatoes and butter-sauteed leek, carrot, mushroom, and asparagus.
I know that doesn't sound bad. And it doesn't taste bad. But it's lack of fancy saddens me.
Also the mushrooms were marinated in a teriyaki sauce and while that normally makes them extra delicious, it doesn't pair well with the rest. FAIL.
I know that doesn't sound bad. And it doesn't taste bad. But it's lack of fancy saddens me.
Also the mushrooms were marinated in a teriyaki sauce and while that normally makes them extra delicious, it doesn't pair well with the rest. FAIL.
Day #9.2
I am eating the the most hilariously awful dinner. It is mashed potatoes and butter-sauteed leek, carrot, mushroom, and asparagus.
I know that doesn't sound bad. And it doesn't taste bad. But it's lack of fancy saddens me.
I know that doesn't sound bad. And it doesn't taste bad. But it's lack of fancy saddens me.
Day #9
Yesterday, before the Opera, I ate a vegan steak and it was maybe one of the most delicious things U had ever put in my mouth. Rest assured, were it not $20 I would be eating one right and now and also every other day for the rest of my life.
Man, vegans. When they do it right they do it really right.
Man, vegans. When they do it right they do it really right.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Day #7
Guys. Guys I am tired. As such I have nothing to blog except:
1) Tired
2) Lazy
3) Opera tomorrow
4) Lady radio meet-up
It's a good week, it's just a sleepy one too.
1) Tired
2) Lazy
3) Opera tomorrow
4) Lady radio meet-up
It's a good week, it's just a sleepy one too.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Day #6
The world isn't such a bad place, guys. The weather is nice, Obama is president, and someone, somewhere is putting adorable dogs in buns:
Monday, November 10, 2008
DB
I woke up this morning with "DB" written on my arm in blue pen.
Sometime during the night I must have woken up and though that "DB" was a very important thing for me to remember.
but this morning I couldn't remember what DB stood for.
It was driving me crazy all day.
I just now remembered that DB stood for: Dancing Baby.
as in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2W4EBoQmWPs
Sometime during the night I must have woken up and though that "DB" was a very important thing for me to remember.
but this morning I couldn't remember what DB stood for.
It was driving me crazy all day.
I just now remembered that DB stood for: Dancing Baby.
as in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2W4EBoQmWPs
More about Pumpkin Pie
Mel Kiper Jr. eats a slice of pumpkin pie for breakfast every single day of the year!
HERO
HERO
Day #5
I bought clothes today.
I buy clothes really rarely, because I am a fashion hobo and because I am poor. I tend to stick to the basics because, well, I know what works. This makes me feel reasonably ok when I leave the house, but frankly the trendy and fashionable young ladies run this city and I am not one of them. Not by a long shot.
So I bought clothes and honestly, what I really want is a vest. I know. But I want one anyway. And I want a very specific kind of vest and I was having no luck, which is always ridiculous and depressing, to want something you didn't care about a day ago and then to be denied it.
What was worse is that I found it in the wrong size. I asked many sales people, most of who were unhelpful, and it seemed that the vest was not to be. "Oh well," I thought "there's always there online store."
Except. Except it's not there. It's like I found the only vest they ever made and it doesn't exist. It's so sad, so frustrating, even though it's so petty.
I got a really cute coat, though. With toggles.
I buy clothes really rarely, because I am a fashion hobo and because I am poor. I tend to stick to the basics because, well, I know what works. This makes me feel reasonably ok when I leave the house, but frankly the trendy and fashionable young ladies run this city and I am not one of them. Not by a long shot.
So I bought clothes and honestly, what I really want is a vest. I know. But I want one anyway. And I want a very specific kind of vest and I was having no luck, which is always ridiculous and depressing, to want something you didn't care about a day ago and then to be denied it.
What was worse is that I found it in the wrong size. I asked many sales people, most of who were unhelpful, and it seemed that the vest was not to be. "Oh well," I thought "there's always there online store."
Except. Except it's not there. It's like I found the only vest they ever made and it doesn't exist. It's so sad, so frustrating, even though it's so petty.
I got a really cute coat, though. With toggles.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Day #4
My roommate made pumpkin pie tonight, which is super awesome, even though I am not sure either he or I really like pumpkin pie. Like me, he just likes making things, regardless of it anyone is going to eat them or not.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Day #2
I have recently discovered my love of cooking.
Growing up, it never interested me, perhaps because my mom never was. Which isn't saying that my mom is a bad cook, but that it wasn't her passion. Combine that with me being a picky eater and I just never cared much, unless it was cookies.
Lately I notice things changing. Things I snubbed as a kid because it was "grown-up and yucky" are now delicious (confirming my younger self's belief) and as my taste grows, so does my desire to cook.
Cooking is a necessity that came out of living on my own and, later, becoming a vegetarian, but the more I did it the more I found I enjoyed it. I have always been a person who liked doing stuff with my hands, as anyone who has had the misfortune of spending time with me might have noticed, with all the tapping and gesturing, and cooking gives me a wonderful outlet for that. My older brother is the same way, and is also a good chef, but he is also talented in many other areas. I just have cooking.
Which isn't to say I am good at it. I'm not. Most of the time I feel really half-assed, others downright terrible. I don't experiment enough, I don't plan enough, and I fall back on the same old standards too often. This annoys me far more than it should because when I put in the effort--spend the time to think about a recipe, buy the right ingredients, put it all together--I am very happy.
All of which is to say that now I find myself thinking about my dream kitchen, my dream supplies, the way I would arrange anything. But, lacking that kind of money, for the moment all I can do is dream about having the time to try making my own pasta.
Growing up, it never interested me, perhaps because my mom never was. Which isn't saying that my mom is a bad cook, but that it wasn't her passion. Combine that with me being a picky eater and I just never cared much, unless it was cookies.
Lately I notice things changing. Things I snubbed as a kid because it was "grown-up and yucky" are now delicious (confirming my younger self's belief) and as my taste grows, so does my desire to cook.
Cooking is a necessity that came out of living on my own and, later, becoming a vegetarian, but the more I did it the more I found I enjoyed it. I have always been a person who liked doing stuff with my hands, as anyone who has had the misfortune of spending time with me might have noticed, with all the tapping and gesturing, and cooking gives me a wonderful outlet for that. My older brother is the same way, and is also a good chef, but he is also talented in many other areas. I just have cooking.
Which isn't to say I am good at it. I'm not. Most of the time I feel really half-assed, others downright terrible. I don't experiment enough, I don't plan enough, and I fall back on the same old standards too often. This annoys me far more than it should because when I put in the effort--spend the time to think about a recipe, buy the right ingredients, put it all together--I am very happy.
All of which is to say that now I find myself thinking about my dream kitchen, my dream supplies, the way I would arrange anything. But, lacking that kind of money, for the moment all I can do is dream about having the time to try making my own pasta.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Day #1 (or is it 6?)
Apparently I have entered a BLOG CHALLENGE to blog every day for...some amount of time. Whatever it is, I can handle it simply by laying down the truth so fine, it doesn't hurt. It is only told like it is.
The truth right now is that I really want to be baking cookies, but I don't have brown sugar. So instead I will watch TV with my neighbor instead.
The truth right now is that I really want to be baking cookies, but I don't have brown sugar. So instead I will watch TV with my neighbor instead.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Telling It Like It Is About Friends
My friend Kevin is a great, wonderful guy. Not only is he super smart (grad student! got into Oxford!), but he doesn't rest on his laurels. He is dedicate and driven--right now he is in Chicago for an electioneering/get out the vote effort in Chicago. He is bilingual and passionate and gives back to the community.
He is also mad loyal. He still cares about and cares for people that might have been awful to him or cut him out of their lives, because he's just a good guy like that. He is the person I would call from jail or the hospital, because I know he would be there for me. He gives great presents and puts a lot of thought into his friends and his family and his lady.
More important, he is funny, friendly, and will occasionally grown hilarious facial hair. He is a stand-up, classy guy all-around and if you live in Georgia I recommend you go out and obtain his friendship immediately.
He is also mad loyal. He still cares about and cares for people that might have been awful to him or cut him out of their lives, because he's just a good guy like that. He is the person I would call from jail or the hospital, because I know he would be there for me. He gives great presents and puts a lot of thought into his friends and his family and his lady.
More important, he is funny, friendly, and will occasionally grown hilarious facial hair. He is a stand-up, classy guy all-around and if you live in Georgia I recommend you go out and obtain his friendship immediately.
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