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I fall asleep on the bus, which is routine, but the drowsiness washes over me even more quickly than usual because my new book is not proving to be such a treat to read. It feels contrived, unimaginative. And another gripe of mine: don't slap "A Novel" on the cover if it's really just a bunch of short stories (related, but nonetheless still detached). Has anyone else read it? Does it get better after thirty pages?
So I may be starting up a new read, e.g. the one that came in the mail today, Pearl S. Buck's The Good Earth. It's one of several books I just purchased via the beloved Amazon Marketplace. The only downside of AM is that the books always seem to arrive in impossible-to-open packaging. The Good Earth came wrapped in, outside to inside: thick clear tape, then masking tape, then a paper bag, then a plastic Walmart bag, and then – wait for it – saran wrap.
When I wake up from my literary-induced snooze, I'm greeted by a nearly empty bus, which is strange because normally it's still packed shoulders-to-ankles. I hadn't missed my stop, even. We're passing by Half Price Pots and I noticed that there's bus right in front of ours that has an advertisement on its rear for that exact store. Most of the ad is occupied by an illustration of an anthropomorphic, doe-eyed flower nestled snugly in a pot (half priced, I assume) donning exaggerated lashes and a pearl necklace and full-bodied, siren red lips. Beside the plant, in big lettering, the ad demands, "Contain Yourself."
Creepy seducing plants. I hope that in my post-slumber fuzziness I imagined the whole thing.
Yum brella bowls by Benjamin Hubert.
Is tonight secretly National Ice Cream Float Night? The two people behind me in the grocery store were stocking up on ice cream and pop. The woman had also tossed a Self magazine on the conveyor belt, though – hmm, a little conflicted, are we? (Okay, so I'm no better. I had a Hostess Fruit Pie today directly before dinner, guilty as charged. But that's the freedom you get with buying your own groceries, right?)
My boyfriend's officemate went to the Mall of America recently. I guess it took her nearly an hour just to walk from one end to the other. And there's a FERRIS WHEEL AND AN AQUARIUM. Seriously?
And I just discovered a post about my yetis on the awesome Plush You blog! Oh, the love.
Naturally, during our San Diego vacation we'll be going to the zoo. I was more excited that I probably should have been when I discovered that there is a PANDA CAM ONLINE! My life will be a little bit more complete when I see the adorableness in person.
Speaking of animals, I was about two feet away from being struck by bird poo this morning on my walk to the bus stop. Worse part was that it made this wet slop sound as it slapped down on the concrete. And it was shiny and green and menacing. I walked the rest of the way with my whole body tense, breath sucked in in paranoia, fighting the logical part of me that insisted I wasn't making myself any smaller, any less of a target.
I haven't posted about any shop updates or new creations for a while. I don't have a good excuse; I've just gotten caught up in other things and needed a little break. But now I'm revving the engine back up a bit, re-stocking my felt supply, and warning my fingers for the inevitable needle pricks.
Tonight I finished this long-overdue yeti, which was a custom request from Nate, whom I work with. (If you're as into sneakers as he is, his store should give you that kid-in-a-candy-store swoon.) His only requirement was to have removable sneakers, which, I'll tell ya, was a challenge in itself, but I think they turned out sneaker-y enough. The laces are just for show, but the shoes do slip off pretty easily. This is also the only plush I've made that actually stands up on its own.
There will be a shop update with lungbear, yeti, and siamese twin plushies within the next couple weeks. Stay tuned.
(Oh yeah, and the creme brulee was delicious.)
I need a good recipe that calls for thyme. My little plant is going to start feeling neglected.
Today got up late enough to sleep in but early enough to catch a matinee of Iron Man. It was okay. I wouldn't watch it a second time. You know how there's always a super-glittery-snazzy animation for the theater you're in before the previews and feature film start? Someone must have been really impressed because they let out a big "WOAH!" right after it finished. I wish I could be so easily amazed.
Then there was the trailer for the new M. Night Shyamalan movie. My suspicions of it looking completely not horrifying were confirmed when some children actually laughed at it.
The weather is borderline perfect and I just took the creme brule out of the oven to cool... so I think we're going to head down to the park and ooo and ahh over all the dogs... and stay away from that fearless white duck who appears to be the head of some kind of feathered gang.
Spent some time photographing today. Updated my flickr a little.
I bought a torch today. Okay... sort of an exaggeration. We just picked up supplies to make creme brulee – I've never made it but it's one of my favorite desserts. I'll report back later if I mess it up or not and if the torching was as much fun as I'm expecting it to be. Last night it felt like the whole city was off-kilter. There was a young kid walking around downtown all by himself, wearing sweatpants and sucking on a lollipop with the expression of "must get to that meeting, I'm running late," and then an even younger kid who was acting like a policeman and holding her hand out to already-stopped cars motioning them not to move. At the gas station a booming voice yelled out to us over the speaker, "CAN I HELP YOU?" but then we realized that the gas pump tube was accidentally pressed against the Press For Assistance button. When I turned around there was a man staring at us wearing both an eye patch and glasses and a goofy grin.
My boyfriend recently bought an external harddrive, and this, in all its glory, is a snippet from the accompanying instruction manual. Obviously, it was extremely helpful and eloquently written. ("Whop" has moved up in rank in my vocabulary.) I'm pretty sure that I'll have to submit it to the kicking-ass-and-taking-names blog Red Pen, Inc. because come on, how can I not?
This reminds me of a long time ago when I was looking into adopting a guinea pig. My parents and I were reading up on all the usual goodness – animal traits, care tips, etc. – and one website advised to "not drop your guinea pig, for it may break its backs." If I remember right, my mom thought that was especially funny. And when we brought home my new pet, I think I was a bit petrified of indeed dropping her because she was so wiggly whenever I picked her up. That's what I always think of now if someone says guinea pig - the constant, need-to-escape-now, nervous wiggling.
Gorgeous handthrown stoneware bowls from Manos.
It's May 1st – and you know what that means – giveaway winners announced! Thanks mucho to the thirty-four of you who entered... I loved reading every bit of randomness. Down to business, drumroll, here are the winners: Matilda Sue, Lisa, and Anne. (Ladies, you'll be getting an email from me.)
I have a million things on my to-do list and zero good stories to tell today. Unless you want to hear about my lunch that had a whole colony's worth of sundried tomatoes piled on top of it? Or how Rufus just sat down next to me and started clawing at my tights without being provoked – and, yes, while I'm wearing them? Thought so. So happy thursday, and don't forget to watch The Office.
Nice design work by MadeThought. Probably the coolest tea packages I've seen in a while.
So this afternoon I'm heading over to my new dentist's office for a filling - a bit on edge because even though most of my upper molars are plated with guilty silver, it's been a couple years since I've had any new ones and I keep thinking about that huge needle piercing and sliding into my cheek. I'm in the elevator, watching the numbers jump until they reach 17, and then rush out and around the hallway corner, about thirty seconds away from being late. And there it is. A black cat, just sitting in the middle of the hallway.
It's looks like a sweety, is smiling innocently at me, but the only thought I have is, "Great, walking right into a cliché."
But it goes okay. The worse part is the sensation of numbness spilling down the side of my face, at that at its worse is just odd, not painful. My new dentist is slightly on the older side, a gentle disposition, bright eyes. She was, I'm deciding, a good choice.
Olivia makes some cool plush. Especially her works for the Crammed Organisms show - which, by the way, I am kicking myself for finding out about too late. I feel like the kid who misses the school bus on field trip day. Lame.
In other news, I'm officially selling my e-soul by clearing off a little bit of the page for ad space. Okay, okay, it's not that bad, and in truth I'm really grateful for all that have bidded so far. (I had this secret fear that the spots would remain empty, just staring back at me embarrassingly.) I'm doing it through Project Wonderful, a bidding-based ad system. Because I wasn't really losing anything by doing so, I started the minimum bid at $0 – but I told the Etsians about it first in the forums, so the current spots have all been snatched up. Whoo! But, ya know, you can always outbid one of them... wink.
And yes, I did buy that fantastic yellow suitcase that I posted about yesterday. Our vacation plans are in the works - a trip down to San Diego, to the sun, to the zoo, to far away but not too far away.
I am very seriously considering buying this retro mustard suitcase from Ladies & Gentleman. Swoon...
Today I found an amazing site, Poets & Writers. My relief is twofold after numerous searches feeding me handfuls of dreadful, sad-looking writing sites. Sooo, I'll likely be poking my little curious nose around in the 'connect with others' pages this evening.
I've been eying these gorgeous felt laptop sleeves from Working Class Heroes for a while. I... uh... right, so I just lost my train of thought because of hearing this on the television: "By now, it surely comes as no surprise that poodles were once used to pull milk carts in Russia." Seriously? No surprise?
I did finish Spirited Away and liked it quite a bit. Will watch more Miyazaki soon. I also finished the first draft of my short story, just under 3,900 words. Even though I'm not thrilled with the outcome and there's plenty of plot holes and incomplete thoughts and all that makes for sounding unconvincing, it's really really good to have taken a step forward. It tremendously helped to outline the whole story initially (very generally in the first pass, then filling in the details in the second pass before actually writing anything.)
Have a lovely rest of the weekend!
Mm, I want a whole bathroom filled with these. Design by Brad Surcey.
I finished The Contortionist's Handbook on my way home from work yesterday. I give it around a 7 or 8 out of 10. Clevenger has a clear, clever writing style and it was entertaining to read. This morning I started Palahniuk's Survivor – who is, if you aren't familiar with one or both, pretty similar in style/content to Clevenger. Also started watching Spirited Away (currently on pause because our landlord came in to power wash the porch). I'm the first one to profess my dislike of animated films (with one exception) but so far it's a pleasure to watch. (Doing so with subtitles - come on, don't watch it dubbed.) And yes, it's sunny, which calls for a little dawdling around the neighborhood, a little basking in the warmth.
Cashmere hat from Sanchia Playfair. Looks fun to wear and I don't know if I could pull it off.
Remember when I posted about the discarded mustard sandwich corners? Well, friends, today I met the perpetrator. By "met," I mean she sat down next to me at the bus stop, scootching closer and closer until I was shrinking on the edge of the bench. (Do I give off the vibe of not needing any bench space?) By "she" I mean an elderly woman with a rosy, tan face, her body disappearing inside of a huge yellow fisherman's coat, baggy black pants, heavy-duty hiking shoes. Not quite a bag lady, but getting there. She tossed a couple Mustardwich corners onto the sidewalk (almost hit a guy walking past, wearing khakis, disaster averted by seconds), then started stuffing another handful of the yellow mess into her mouth. Four, maybe five, times she got up to dispose of her ziplock baggies in the trash can, then plopped right back down on the bench with her back turned toward me and busy elbows almost jabbing into my sides. I was sitting downwind and got a huge, disappointing whiff of fish and mustard. And no, birds resisted the urge to dive at the offered pieces. There was one blackbird perched on the bus stop sign, and it just kept cawing in annoyance, over and over.
Hey, you know what I realized? Not enough unfinished projects on my plate. You know, those other half dozen things I have going on... not cutting it. So I'll throw another one on there for you all to later use against me when this blog becomes an unsightly smorgasbord. This one's aptly filed under 'eats in seattle' (and I've used two food references already, so 2 points me, 0 points you), and I'm sure there are an exhausting, grumpy amount of food bloggers and lists out there, but I don't care, because I am by far the pickiest eater I know and therefore have to come up with a list for myself. And instead of posting photos of the food like any normal person would do, I'm just going to show you where it is.
Number one. Cafe Besalu: pastry bliss. I had an apricot something-or-rather and the rhubarb tartlet. The apricot goodness was light, flaky, just the right amount of sweet, good balance of fruit and dough. The rhubarb was even better – buttery crunchy exterior, soft flaky inside, hugging a generous amount of the sliced fruit – scratch that, vegetable – which was very tart, very what I needed.
My business cards arrived today. I was a little iffy about getting some in the first place... I didn't want it to be some cheesy look-at-me-so-important thing, but then I was inspired by someone else's photography-based ones and caved in. They turned out pretty well – I opted for the heavier stock (100 lb, not super heavy, but at least not flimsy) and a matte finish. The backsides are blank so I can write thank yous to my lovely customers.
I also recently got some buttons made. They aren't listed in the shop yet and I may end up just throwing them into plush orders or using them as additional promo material. We'll see.
(And the fiction writing is going well... almost to 1500 words, ahead of schedule.)
I won't bother to regurgitate details that have already been written about elseware – but I do want to mention that I'm participating in the first PikaPackage Project! (That's my contribution, above.) I'm thrilled to see the variety of work by all the other artists - check out the flickr page. Amy (of Pikaland) is very cool for doing this.
Right now I'm sitting on the bed in my gym clothes even though I won't be going for another good hour or two. A testament to my lack of motivation once it starts getting dark outside... changing and getting my butt out the door is seriously the hardest part. I'm assuming it's going to be an hour or two because of just getting home from dinner, which was another adventure at the hole-in-the-wall restaurant down the road. It's the kind of place that I almost expected the waitress to laugh at me for ordering a veggie burger. At one point the whole staff stepped outside for a group smoke break. Someone announced that there was "a righteous storm about the come through." But then there was also the highlight of being seated by The Narwhal Wall, which was decorated with crayon drawings of, you guessed it, narwhals. My favorite was the rendition of two sad narwhals, one explaining to the other: "I don't love you, narwhal will I ever."
p.s. thanks Kieu and Allison for poking me about writing. I'm off to it right after I finish this post up :)
Dreamy ceramics from up in the air somewhere.
Really early in the morning I wake up to a troublesome sound coming from the kitchen. In all my grogginess I can't tell what's going on, but it's loud and papery-scratchy sounding. Then it starts to get louder – it's coming closer – really creeping me out. When it's right beside the bed, I roll over to peek, and it's Rufus, dragging a paper bag behind himself, one of the handles caught around his neck. The little one's going to new lengths now, I see, to disturb my sleep. As if galloping across the bed the previous night was not enough.
Jessica Nebel has some interesting product design. Her Humanized Objects project focuses on one-handed usability (intended for people paralyzed on one side, but I can see applicability for anyone).
Late yesternight we went to the gym, and I actually did a good job pushing myself to run at a decently fast pace without taking any puny walking breaks, so besides the part where I TRIPPED AND FELL OFF THE TREADMILL, I felt really good about the run.
I also have a sufficiently meaty outline for a short story. If anyone wants the job of sending daily emails pestering me to write, you know, I'd actually probably be grateful.
Just a quick announcement that I finally got around to creating a separate page for my faved links. You can also access this page via the sidebar (the heading's "Clicky Goodness"). Many xoxo's to people who have linked to my blog – nudge me if I neglected to include you on my list.
I can be a sucker for portfolios of staged, sweetly polished photography, but it's the genuine street shot ones that really get me. Matt Stuart.
Today I nearly trampled on four ripped-off sandwich corners on the pavement. Even though I'm not part of the club, I get the whole not liking crusts thing... but just the corners? I dunno, those right angles must be tough to swallow. What was left of the insides looked like tuna fish, but made with an overdose of mustard. I'm talking fluorescent, thick orange. Maybe it was really good, though. Really, really good.
Tonight. Lost in a sea of proud green and white and red under a starless sky, lazy moon watching through a tear in the deep deep gray, the unrelenting howling of plastic bugles, tangy-bitter breeze of overpriced cheap beer, fingers slowly numbing, paper planes sailing onto the field between the players (one plane neon orange, over two feet long), a fistfight synchronizing heads turning but even on tiptoes I couldn't see, sharp whiffs of garlic, cutesy toddlers dressed full on in team swag, the vibrating heartbeat of drumming, cheering and bellowing and stretchers ushered onto the bright synthetic grass...
Redrawing an entire 1968 yearbook by Robot Johnny. (Via Boing Boing.)
Finally finished reading the Sylvia Plath journals (it's over 350 pages so I'm not that abysmally slow). I'd really recommend it to anyone who's more than casually interested in her and won't get turned off by depressive confessional writing. I asked the boyfriend to recommend my next novel, so tomorrow I'll be starting The Contortionist's Handbook (Craig Clevenger).
Just caught the last bit of Demetri Martin on tv. Does anyone else wish that he had more than that one guest spot on FOTC? Some of his jokes seemed very Mitch Hedberg-esque. Demetri's charts and findings were right on (pillow fighting pillow = crazy awesome) and reminded me of my own abandoned project that hasn't proven to be much of anything yet. I finished up two lungbears tonight (red and blue), but no shop updates until I finish my custom + consignment pieces...
Right now I'm sucked into Jean Jullien's world.
This evening I'm at the grocery store, standing in an express lane that doesn't realize it's an express lane. I'm feeling a lightheaded hungry gigglyness and there's an announcement taped crookedly to the register with the headline EASTER SEALS but says nothing about seals nor sales. It just tells me some mumbo jumbo about getting two free liters of pop if the checker doesn't ask me to donate to some cause. This seems to be a trick on the store's part to get people to rat out the checkers. And of course the checker forgets to ask, but I'm not the kind to take advantage and I can tell he's having a rough day anyway, having accidentally combined the food of the two guys ahead of us, one of whom is only buying Miller Light and baby carrots.
I was happy to hear that a statue dedicated to Laika was recently unveiled in Russia. A bittersweet story... read more about her here (via Boing Boing). Nick Abadzis also has a great graphic novel about the pooch. I have a copy of it on my coffee table.
An arbitrary conversation I overheard the other day between mother and 4-ish year old son... kid says, "I don't like that car." "That car? You don't like the purple?" "Yes. It's ugly." (I'm sure this means nothing, but I notice that the mother's blouse is an identical purple.) Kid: "What is that smell?" "Honey, I don't smell anything. Oh, look, there's a new restaurant opening." "That's not a restaurant." "Oh, well... you're right.. it's a cafe. They'll have gelato, and, oh, juice, I bet! And smoothies!" "I hate smoothies."
And thanks to everyone who has entered the giveaway. I love reading the random comments and thoughts and etc... keep them coming :)
I've been wanting to do a giveaway for a while and just now thought of a good item to put up for grabs. I'm retiring this pine and cocoa notecard design, but I do have a handful of them all packaged up and wanting to be used by someone other than myself. This morning I listed a couple of the 4-card sets in the shop at a hefty sale price, but I also have three single cards to give away to three readers! Soooo, just leave a comment about anything at all (the more random the better) and you'll be entered to win one of the notecards. If you live outside of the U.S., that's okay, too – I'll ship them pretty much anywhere. I'll pick the three winners on May 1st.
I'm fried, don't want to think of anything new, so I'll stick with something a little old that can easily be stuck in my head for a week straight. I LOVE when he sings, "I'll buy you a kabob" with the New Zealand accent. So sad there's no more episodes to watch yet...
Pattern matchsticks from yaelfran. I think the only thing that entertained me today was the typo on one of the "coming up at this-o-clock" tv promos – it said "truck my truck" instead of "trick my truck." Yes, please, please, truck my truck. And no, I don't watch that show.
Current Gorman collection. I too feel a bit dark and sneaky, a Parisian spy.
Evening bus driver was heavy on the breaks – slammed on them to avoid hitting something tiny and furry and then again moments later to avoid hitting a somebody dashing across the street, who ended up wanting to board the bus (an exhausted, relieved face as she stood eagerly at the closed door, only to be unseen by the driver, who was looking in the side mirror checking for traffic. Poor girl). We dined Thai tonight then bought a few things in pairs at the grocery market – apples and bananas, peanut butter and jelly (blech), and two cups of Rachel's brand yogurt (!). Am heavily considering purchasing a new laptop soon because mine is acting very sad and broken. My orchid was also seemingly beat up today (I have one suspect) as I found it crumpled on its side in a pool of water speckled with dirt.
The bus on the ride home smelled like clothes forgotten in the washing machine. That clean but soggy smell. I'm still slowly making it through the Plath journals – at the same time, though, it's a little difficult to read because I think she wouldn't want them laid out so openly. As for my own writing, I've been a bit more diligent in taking my notes, and today, after finding this site of Brian Ulrich's photography, also decided to adopt the mentality of "not if but when" toward that whole pursuit.
Sharleen Morco, who I haven't met but is a friend of a friend, has some killer crochet edibles. My favorite is the california rolls.
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Have a lovely rest of the weekend... I didn't get out at all yesterday so I'm itching to get away from the computer.
Yesterday I lucked out and learned of Ashley's shop update about ten minutes before it happened. I've wanted one of her darling fern animals for a while and hadn't managed to visit her shop while they were still available – in fact, I think the new ones sold out in under three hours yesterday. Anyway, the peach cutie above will soon be mine.
Cardboard speakers and bento box from Muji, known for their simple, no-frills design. I know the bento box isn't anything new, but it reminded me of how fun it would be to prepare lunches like the ones on the Bento Yum blog. (Did I ever mention my somewhat-now-tamed habit of dissecting food, ruthlessly poking it, separating the ingredients? Bento seems to be the perfect excuse for me.)
I was feeling uninspired to post tonight until I found Charlotte Ronson at Revolve Clothing. Ack, so cute.
Guilt from not making anything recently is also creeping up on me, tapping me on the shoulder with a stink eye. So, hopefully there will be something new this weekend. As for being tagged – that will also be responded to this weekend :)
After spending most of the day feeling restless and like my brain had been badly sunburnt, it's comforting to curl up with sweets from Cupcake Royale and watch a movie that I already know I like. Oh, and the frosting of my day has to be this news: remixing Radiohead's Nude. One of my all time favorite songs, shelved beside Pixies' Where is My Mind. Cheers.
Lovely jewelry from contagious.
Yesterday, waiting for our lane to open up at the bowling alley, I was watching a little kid running around, blabbing to his dad, bowling a zero and running around some more. Then he unexpectedly and intensely tripped and landed face down on the carpet, right in front of a woman strolling past their table, who had to halt to a stop. He wasn't hurt or anything, and quickly crawled out of the way, but the timing of it made me burst out laughing.
Afterward S and I were loitering outside a tiny record shop, and he suddenly pointed his eyes toward a couple walking past, making a gesture around his shoulders. I glanced over and saw a humongous, bright white splotch on the girl's raincoat, unmistakably from a feathered friend. I'm talking the size of a baseball here. I can only hope that I was too presumptuous and that in reality she just painted her house, or perhaps that something went wrong in the wash.
Megan Whitmarsh (Tiny Industries) has some unbearably awesome embroidery work. I had a tough time deciding wich pieces to show.
The weekend has been going comfortably slow because I haven't been doing the same thing as always (does that really make sense?). I discovered lemon blueberry cake; received my copy of the comic Snake Oil by Chuck Forsman and retreated into his peculiar, urgent world; bought a fancy bar of oatmeal soap and was given free travel-sized samplers of natural toothpaste, only to almost gag on its similarity to the flavor of bubblegum as I'm groggily brushing my teeth at 3am; hung out with my old college roomie slash friend of 10+ years who recently moved away; went shopping with a different friend that is about to move away; made some stellar trades with fellow etsy sellers. In about two and a half hours I'm going to have stinky ugly shoes on at a bowling alley, so wish me luck that I don't slip and make even more of a fool of myself.
United Nude shows off their conceptual shoes. I'd especially love the look of the one on the left worn with long pants – might almost give the illusion of floating.
Today it begins to snow at noon – sloppy, indecisive slush that intermittently reverts to rain. My hair's stuck to my face, shoes thwapping on the concrete. I slip past a man spewing into his phone: "Yes, downtown. In the middle of the day." Flabbergasted. I buy a box of sushi, decline a bag (later regretted), and blindly waddle back to work with paralyzed fingers, fat beads of water drumming on the back of my head. I'm tremendously hoping this is a flub, some random mistake, and that it will be warmer tomorrow...
When I left school and started working, I kind of went from one extreme to the other. These pies are pretty self-explanatory, just a couple notes: the school chart is my college design class. The work chart is not our whole firm; it's just the interactive department. (And sometimes I'm a little absentminded, so forgive me if I miscounted.)
My last bus ride home was random and drowsy; I sat across from a toddler who was clutching a lime green care bear and amused herself by imitating the woman next to me, counted three girls not sitting together but who could have been triplets (similar features, each with a distinctive nose, tied-back dark hair, thin frame, dangling white earphones), then nodded off and woke up three blocks from home, just as it was beginning to sprinkle outside.
I've started a new side project: personal pie charts. Inspiration comes directly from this series by Craig Robinson, the self-annual reports of Nicholas Felton, and, of course, the simple hilarity of this. I'm crossing my fingers that I will end up with some interesting, whether in the content or the comparisons, so bear with me. I'll be working on these a couple at a time & am getting through the basics first...
Love this Chez Moi gocco print by Fric de Mentol.
Sunday was, for the most part, laid back, semi-productive, a constant war between precipitation and sunshine. I filled some orders, snacked on rice with vinegar, went to the gym and realized that restaurant across the street is Salvadoran and that's why I didn't easily recognize it, started watching Flight of the Conchords and developed a love-hate relationship with it, did three loads of laundry, and cut a plush toy freehand, which meant it ended up looking like a grade-school project.
I had my reoccurring tooth dream. It's always a little different, and I'll skip over the cringe-inducing parts, but the general gist is that one or more teeth come loose and fall out. Someone once told me it means I'm feeling like no one is listening. Hmm, bother. Anyway, besides eating an omlette for breakfast I didn't get any eggs yet today, but I did get a little Andes pack. My god, those are going to be the death of me... if you ever see a trail of crumpled green wrappers, just follow it, because I'll be at the end.
Juxtapositions in the Rachel Mara Spring 2008 collection.
Friday night is occupied by tomato-artichoke-pepper-garlic calzones in Wallingford, playing one-on-one soccer close to home (each footstep preceding crunching grass and the complaining suck of the mud beneath) and watching favorite scenes from owned movies (S's and mine in no order): the lottery ticket in American Movie, can I call you weird al + ordering a giant glass of milk in Ghost World, alfred molina robbery in Boogie Nights, the diner in In the Mood for Love, kidnapping in A Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, can I hold you now in Snow Falling on Cedars, bits and pieces of Memento...