...why I once thought to myself, 'Man, I took a shower an hour ago,' and then realized I was just walking past a bratwurst stand.
Men Smell of Cheese and Women of Onions
30 January 2009
28 January 2009
Puff the Magic Dragon
I'm listening to recordings of my dad playing songs for my friend Megan.
I can hear Megan laugh sometimes, at jokes that I'll never know because I'm not there, and that makes me happy.
I wish we were sitting on my mom's porch, perched on the railing, while my dad plays and I sing along, drinking delicious beverages and feeling glad to know each other, and glad to be alive. You and me and everyone we know who likes that front porch.
***
In other news:
No need to worry, I have another part time job, one that will make sure me and mine are fed full of good foods all the time.
I can hear Megan laugh sometimes, at jokes that I'll never know because I'm not there, and that makes me happy.
I wish we were sitting on my mom's porch, perched on the railing, while my dad plays and I sing along, drinking delicious beverages and feeling glad to know each other, and glad to be alive. You and me and everyone we know who likes that front porch.
***
In other news:
No need to worry, I have another part time job, one that will make sure me and mine are fed full of good foods all the time.
23 January 2009
jazz 88
I think that the student DJ on the radio today is playing exactly the same set he played yesterday. Cause I know I heard something by the James Taylor Quartet AND a string version of 'Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead' yesterday when I was working.
Seriously. Not cool, dude.
Seriously. Not cool, dude.
Some Notes on Life and Living
Notes on Life:
* I've got a brand new pair of *ice* skates, you've got a brand new *?*...
* Astronome at the Ontological looks awesome. Three friends are in it. Who wants to take me to New York on a little vacation to see it?
* I may become a grocery stocker. I may also become counter help at a French bakery that is very far from my house, but I hear makes great French eats. I may, if possible, go on tour doing plays for children.
* My birthday is in one month and one week.
* I still haven't sent out those challenge prizes. Damn that procrastination gene.
* We're making some petite performances. We're thinking to the future. Kevlar, are you thinking about containers? Dawn, remember when we were thinking of eggs and adolescence? I'm about ready to start sitting in cafes that aren't the one I work in, sipping hot drinks and thinking of objects and space.
***
Notes on living:
1. Eat lots of vegetables.
2. Go for walks.
3. Shovel the snow.
4. Clean your bowl right after you eat out of it, even if the dishwasher is full.
5. Plan your garden to dream of spring.
6. Play on the ice to make a dream of winter.
7. Change your socks before you go to bed.
* I've got a brand new pair of *ice* skates, you've got a brand new *?*...
* Astronome at the Ontological looks awesome. Three friends are in it. Who wants to take me to New York on a little vacation to see it?
* I may become a grocery stocker. I may also become counter help at a French bakery that is very far from my house, but I hear makes great French eats. I may, if possible, go on tour doing plays for children.
* My birthday is in one month and one week.
* I still haven't sent out those challenge prizes. Damn that procrastination gene.
* We're making some petite performances. We're thinking to the future. Kevlar, are you thinking about containers? Dawn, remember when we were thinking of eggs and adolescence? I'm about ready to start sitting in cafes that aren't the one I work in, sipping hot drinks and thinking of objects and space.
***
Notes on living:
1. Eat lots of vegetables.
2. Go for walks.
3. Shovel the snow.
4. Clean your bowl right after you eat out of it, even if the dishwasher is full.
5. Plan your garden to dream of spring.
6. Play on the ice to make a dream of winter.
7. Change your socks before you go to bed.
14 January 2009
Who's Lame?
Me, for how incredibly long it's been since I've written anything.
Sadly, I don't really have anything to say in this moment, other than that I'm looking for a job. Again. Sheesh.
Oh, and it's -5 degrees, -25 with the wind chill today. (Glad I got some outdoor time in on Sunday! Yay for some skating and lots of falling!)
I promise I'll write something more substantial soon. Cross my heart.
b
Sadly, I don't really have anything to say in this moment, other than that I'm looking for a job. Again. Sheesh.
Oh, and it's -5 degrees, -25 with the wind chill today. (Glad I got some outdoor time in on Sunday! Yay for some skating and lots of falling!)
I promise I'll write something more substantial soon. Cross my heart.
b
23 December 2008
Merry Merry
I am excited for Christmas.
I am excited to see my mom and dad, my aunts, my grandparents, my uncles and cousins and second cousins. I am excited to eat delicious food and have hugs and dancing to jazzy Christmas music all day long. I'm excited to see Kyle and laugh until I can't breathe and see my old schoolmates and tell them over and over that yes, it's effing cold in Minnesota, and yes, I did actually quit smoking, thanks.
I'm excited for a road trip with two of my favoritest friend people.
Heck, I'm excited for the little drive South with another one of my favoritest friend people to get me to the bus.
So what I'm saying here is... watch out! I'm in a goooood mooooooood.
b-tistheseason
P.S. I not only remember how to knit after putting my knitting in the closet for 9 months, I also FINALLY figured out how to finish the end of the first thing I ever knitted! And it's off keeping someone's neck warm! Hooray!
I am excited to see my mom and dad, my aunts, my grandparents, my uncles and cousins and second cousins. I am excited to eat delicious food and have hugs and dancing to jazzy Christmas music all day long. I'm excited to see Kyle and laugh until I can't breathe and see my old schoolmates and tell them over and over that yes, it's effing cold in Minnesota, and yes, I did actually quit smoking, thanks.
I'm excited for a road trip with two of my favoritest friend people.
Heck, I'm excited for the little drive South with another one of my favoritest friend people to get me to the bus.
So what I'm saying here is... watch out! I'm in a goooood mooooooood.
b-tistheseason
P.S. I not only remember how to knit after putting my knitting in the closet for 9 months, I also FINALLY figured out how to finish the end of the first thing I ever knitted! And it's off keeping someone's neck warm! Hooray!
20 December 2008
Sleigh Bells Jinglin'
Dude.
I finally got some waterproof boots. (Thanks, Pops!)
Who wants to go play in all this freaking snow??? Yeah yeah yeah!
Also, who has the inventory necessary to take me on a one horse open sleight?
I finally got some waterproof boots. (Thanks, Pops!)
Who wants to go play in all this freaking snow??? Yeah yeah yeah!
Also, who has the inventory necessary to take me on a one horse open sleight?
13 December 2008
Acoustic
I'd forgotten just how much I like listening to acoustic music at coffeeshops until last night.
Two guitars, a ukulele, some poetry, some improv, a lot of coffee. Yes, thank you, I'll have some of all of that.
Two guitars, a ukulele, some poetry, some improv, a lot of coffee. Yes, thank you, I'll have some of all of that.
12 December 2008
every pitch is a curveball
You still exist in this world?
And you want to know if I'm going to be home for Christmas?
And you want to know if I'm going to be home for Christmas?
05 December 2008
The Small Hours Can Be Unkind
Last night I got caught in the web of the witching hour, and rather than my half-witch powers gaining strength and vivacity, instead my half-human doubts crushed me under their much-multiplied weight.
Tonight, come midnight, I will be fortified and ready.
Tonight, come midnight, I will be fortified and ready.
03 December 2008
01 December 2008
26 November 2008
Fight to the Finish!
Ahhhhh!
We made it to the end of the challenge, people!
Now, we are all winners here. We all did some really nice work, and I plan to continue this kind of incessant, often inane posting, because 1. it gives me something to do, 2. it makes me remember how to form written sentences, which might prove useful in the future, and 3. it is an often hilarious way to conversate with my friendlings. I hope that you plan to do the same.
Yeah, yeah. But WHO WON?
Well.
That would MISS ZOE of Joseph and Zoe Tell It Like It Is, by being the only one to not be distracted by weekends, by staying the course, by posting at least once every day for 21 days!
CONGRATULATIONS! Please send me your address and any requests you might have for your Grand Prize.
While Zoe may have Capital-W Won the Challenge, there are other prizes to be handed out, to all those who have participated, because you're awesome and you did a freaking good job. So, send me your addresses, PRONTO. Thankyouthankyou to Todd, Au (dude, you almost tied for the Grand Prize), Justine, Kevin, and Zoe, for adventuring with me. You're all sexy geniuses.
Please note: we're cooking up some weekly themes for those who would like to participate in further challenges, so send me suggestions if you've got them.
Did you have fun? Would you do it again? Will you post daily without a challenge? Do you have a challenge you wish to administer? Let us know...
Thank you for making the Interwebs awesome.
-bebebeteerannosaurusrex
We made it to the end of the challenge, people!
Now, we are all winners here. We all did some really nice work, and I plan to continue this kind of incessant, often inane posting, because 1. it gives me something to do, 2. it makes me remember how to form written sentences, which might prove useful in the future, and 3. it is an often hilarious way to conversate with my friendlings. I hope that you plan to do the same.
Yeah, yeah. But WHO WON?
Well.
That would MISS ZOE of Joseph and Zoe Tell It Like It Is, by being the only one to not be distracted by weekends, by staying the course, by posting at least once every day for 21 days!
CONGRATULATIONS! Please send me your address and any requests you might have for your Grand Prize.
While Zoe may have Capital-W Won the Challenge, there are other prizes to be handed out, to all those who have participated, because you're awesome and you did a freaking good job. So, send me your addresses, PRONTO. Thankyouthankyou to Todd, Au (dude, you almost tied for the Grand Prize), Justine, Kevin, and Zoe, for adventuring with me. You're all sexy geniuses.
Please note: we're cooking up some weekly themes for those who would like to participate in further challenges, so send me suggestions if you've got them.
Did you have fun? Would you do it again? Will you post daily without a challenge? Do you have a challenge you wish to administer? Let us know...
Thank you for making the Interwebs awesome.
-bebebeteerannosaurusrex
25 November 2008
Prunus Dulcis
Almond croissants are good, even when they're not very high quality.
Here's the question, though: why do I like the almond paste in almond croissants and not marzipan? I think marzipan is beautiful...
...but I do not like to eat it. This sad fact makes me a marzipan outcast in my family.
Marzip-anecdote: My sophomore year in college, I went to New York with my uncle and cousin for my cousin's birthday. My uncle pestered me the whole trip about if there were any boys that I liked at school, and finally I admitted to liking a particular one. He said, "Well, alright then. You need to buy him a present from New York!" He even offered to pay for it.
(I think it's funny that he was so insistent that I try to woo said boy. I think he just wanted me to be happy, but it was a little weird.)
So, what do you get for a college boy you like but only kind of know? A Yankees hat? (No.) An I Heart NY t-shirt? (Lame.) A book? A Playbill? What?
Finally, on the last day of our trip, we stopped for canoli, and my uncle said, "Look at that marzipan! That's what you're getting your friend." Now, I have plenty of friends who would totally dig that gift, if for nothing but the novelty, but really? Lacking any better ideas, though, I picked out all of the best marzipan vegetables in the case, including some radishes and carrots.
When I gave it to said young man upon my return, he was appropriately confused by the gift, as I had expected. Needless to say, my vegetable wooing proved fruitless.
I embrace the awkward in life, or try to (I have to. I am, after all, 'The Girl Who Makes Things Awkward'), but for some reason the marzipan incident got blocked from my memory for about 4 years.
Then I moved to New York, and one day I walked past the very shop where the marzipan was purchased. I stopped dead in the street, and remembered suddenly not only the candy but also the recipient, and the years of awkward gift giving that followed that forgotten marzipan, like a truck it all hit me. And I laughed.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Sometimes, things are just so weird that you know that life is a funny joke, not a cruel one.
Awesomely awkward
(and awkwardly AWESOME)
-sweet beet
P.S. Almond flavoring smells to me like poison. I had forgotten that until I was making a drink the other day. Teej is a man who knows his poisons, and he told me that cyanide smells like almonds.
Hm.
Hope I'm not poisoning the customers!
Here's the question, though: why do I like the almond paste in almond croissants and not marzipan? I think marzipan is beautiful...
...but I do not like to eat it. This sad fact makes me a marzipan outcast in my family.
Marzip-anecdote: My sophomore year in college, I went to New York with my uncle and cousin for my cousin's birthday. My uncle pestered me the whole trip about if there were any boys that I liked at school, and finally I admitted to liking a particular one. He said, "Well, alright then. You need to buy him a present from New York!" He even offered to pay for it.
(I think it's funny that he was so insistent that I try to woo said boy. I think he just wanted me to be happy, but it was a little weird.)
So, what do you get for a college boy you like but only kind of know? A Yankees hat? (No.) An I Heart NY t-shirt? (Lame.) A book? A Playbill? What?
Finally, on the last day of our trip, we stopped for canoli, and my uncle said, "Look at that marzipan! That's what you're getting your friend." Now, I have plenty of friends who would totally dig that gift, if for nothing but the novelty, but really? Lacking any better ideas, though, I picked out all of the best marzipan vegetables in the case, including some radishes and carrots.
When I gave it to said young man upon my return, he was appropriately confused by the gift, as I had expected. Needless to say, my vegetable wooing proved fruitless.
I embrace the awkward in life, or try to (I have to. I am, after all, 'The Girl Who Makes Things Awkward'), but for some reason the marzipan incident got blocked from my memory for about 4 years.
Then I moved to New York, and one day I walked past the very shop where the marzipan was purchased. I stopped dead in the street, and remembered suddenly not only the candy but also the recipient, and the years of awkward gift giving that followed that forgotten marzipan, like a truck it all hit me. And I laughed.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Sometimes, things are just so weird that you know that life is a funny joke, not a cruel one.
Awesomely awkward
(and awkwardly AWESOME)
-sweet beet
P.S. Almond flavoring smells to me like poison. I had forgotten that until I was making a drink the other day. Teej is a man who knows his poisons, and he told me that cyanide smells like almonds.
Hm.
Hope I'm not poisoning the customers!
23 November 2008
22 November 2008
Nuance
"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true."
You never knew why you felt so good in the strangest of places...
There is a gorgeous light dusting of snow on the ground this morning, and my roommate made me an egg sandwich.
Which put me in a good mood as I left the house at 7:30 for work.
Which is good, since I stayed up too late last night playing Rock Band and drinking champagne. Also, when I walked in the door of the cafe, the espresso machine was clogged and leaking everywhere, and there was a flood on the floor from some mysterious source.
The floor is now mopped and dry and smelling vaguely of lavender, I got the machine to stop leaking (at least so horribly), all of the opening chores are finally done, and soon I'll have my second cup of coffee and decide to really be awake.
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that my snow- and egg-infused good cheer is kicking the butt of this lame day. So there.
-b-funk
P.S. Dude. San Pellegrino Limonata is delicious.
P.P.S. This totally rad lady comes in every few days for an iced honey americano. She and her husband have different favorite coffeeshops, and rather than switching off where the go, or debating the merits of one over they other, they just go to both.
Every time. No questions asked. She gets a honey americano at Janine's, he gets a medium cup of dark roast with skim milk and one equal from Java Jay's. And they're happy as clams to do it that way.
I think that is awesome.
P.P.P.S. Pascal said of his yogurt today, "This is going to taste me good!"
Which, apparently, is perfect grammar, if you're speaking German.
Which put me in a good mood as I left the house at 7:30 for work.
Which is good, since I stayed up too late last night playing Rock Band and drinking champagne. Also, when I walked in the door of the cafe, the espresso machine was clogged and leaking everywhere, and there was a flood on the floor from some mysterious source.
The floor is now mopped and dry and smelling vaguely of lavender, I got the machine to stop leaking (at least so horribly), all of the opening chores are finally done, and soon I'll have my second cup of coffee and decide to really be awake.
What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that my snow- and egg-infused good cheer is kicking the butt of this lame day. So there.
-b-funk
P.S. Dude. San Pellegrino Limonata is delicious.
P.P.S. This totally rad lady comes in every few days for an iced honey americano. She and her husband have different favorite coffeeshops, and rather than switching off where the go, or debating the merits of one over they other, they just go to both.
Every time. No questions asked. She gets a honey americano at Janine's, he gets a medium cup of dark roast with skim milk and one equal from Java Jay's. And they're happy as clams to do it that way.
I think that is awesome.
P.P.P.S. Pascal said of his yogurt today, "This is going to taste me good!"
Which, apparently, is perfect grammar, if you're speaking German.
20 November 2008
The Peak
It rained, it sleeted, it snowed, and then it was sunny, crisp and clear, all in the trip to the top of this mountain.
(I just got the pictures from this trip that we took developed. Yeah!)
19 November 2008
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