you were coming out of the whole foods parking lot [confessions of a hypocrite: i do go to whole foods on occasion. but for the most part, the whole foods crowd SUCKS].
i am waiting at the light near said parking lot. i let the car ahead of you get in front of me. CLEARLY this means that you get to cut in, too.
you don't thank me, you don't wave, you don't acknowledge the favor that you forced me into.
all the while, you only have one hand on the wheel as you are using your other hand to eat something out of a small plastic container - perhaps a free sample your oh mighty whole foods bestowed upon you?
you complete your swing out of the parking lot and take your place in front of me. you then THROW your plastic cup OUT the window onto coldwater canyon avenue. i blink. i make an airy grunting noise. because i can't believe you just did that. i can't see you anymore, but you are probably now simultaneously licking your fingers and answering your blackberry. oh, you are also in the middle of an intersection waiting to enter the freeway.
i hate you.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
muzak and an apology
i'm sorry, me, for not writing anything for the past 3 months [whaaaaaat?]
i came by today just to jot down a note about the girl next to me.
she is listening to what sounds like elevator music.
and i am about to pull someone's hair out.
i came by today just to jot down a note about the girl next to me.
she is listening to what sounds like elevator music.
and i am about to pull someone's hair out.
Friday, July 23, 2010
what to do
someone is looking out for my weekend social life...a little too much.
friday options:
dinner party
planet earth live @ the hollywood bowl
delta spirit @ the el rey
avett brothers @ ucla
dodgers game
saturday options:
planet earth @ the bowl
amy regan @ hotel cafe
backpacking in mineral king
SERIOUSLY???
YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN ALL OF THESE THINGS?!!
friday options:
dinner party
planet earth live @ the hollywood bowl
delta spirit @ the el rey
avett brothers @ ucla
dodgers game
saturday options:
planet earth @ the bowl
amy regan @ hotel cafe
backpacking in mineral king
SERIOUSLY???
YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN ALL OF THESE THINGS?!!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
runnin' through the 90s
every once in awhile, when i'm doing an assignment at work, i come across gems that bring me back over 10 years [what???] to when
a. life was simple
b. i didn't have to pay for anything myself
c. i genuinely enjoyed the current hits on the radio
a sample of today's time machines:
[good lord, i have never seen this video. i apologize.
actually, no. i love the 90s.]
a. life was simple
b. i didn't have to pay for anything myself
c. i genuinely enjoyed the current hits on the radio
a sample of today's time machines:
[good lord, i have never seen this video. i apologize.
actually, no. i love the 90s.]
Monday, June 21, 2010
ludacris
my lunch today made me feel ill, so i didn't eat much of it, but i knew i needed more sustenance.
so i went to the cafe to buy a banana.
it was a dollar.
one. dollar.
for a banana that i could have bought at trader joe's for 19 cents.
ONE DOLLAR.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
THAT IS LUDACRIS.
LIKE THE RAPPER.
so i went to the cafe to buy a banana.
it was a dollar.
one. dollar.
for a banana that i could have bought at trader joe's for 19 cents.
ONE DOLLAR.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
THAT IS LUDACRIS.
LIKE THE RAPPER.
Monday, June 14, 2010
coconut macaroons
And an even easier dessert!
[I split this recipe in half and still got 26 cookies]
You will need:
3 c. shredded coconut, sweetened
4 large egg whites
3/4 c. sugar
1/4 t salt
1 t vanilla extract
1/8 t almond extract
-Preheat oven to 325
-Mix all ingredients together
-Place parchment paper or aluminum foil on 2 cookie sheets
-Drop rounded teaspoons of batter 1 inch apart on cookie sheet
-Bake for 20-25 minutes, until cookies have set and tops have browned, alternating cookies between top and bottom racks halfway through
-Let cool on cookie sheet for a few minutes and then transfer to wire rack to cool complete
-EAT!!!
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[I split this recipe in half and still got 26 cookies]
You will need:
3 c. shredded coconut, sweetened
4 large egg whites
3/4 c. sugar
1/4 t salt
1 t vanilla extract
1/8 t almond extract
-Preheat oven to 325
-Mix all ingredients together
-Place parchment paper or aluminum foil on 2 cookie sheets
-Drop rounded teaspoons of batter 1 inch apart on cookie sheet
-Bake for 20-25 minutes, until cookies have set and tops have browned, alternating cookies between top and bottom racks halfway through
-Let cool on cookie sheet for a few minutes and then transfer to wire rack to cool complete
-EAT!!!
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chicken roulades
A delightfully easy meal to make!
You will need:
3-4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1/2 - 3/4 of a 7 oz. jar of roasted red peppers
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves
2 oz. garlic & herb goat cheese
1 T olive oil
salt & pepper
-Cut the chicken breasts butterfly-style [making a slice parallel to the cutting board not quite through the entire chicken, so that you can lay it out and it looks like a butterfly]
-Using a meat mallet, or in between two pieces of plastic wrap with a rolling pin [or potato masher :)] mash each piece of chicken so that it is about 1/2 inch thick
-Fill with peppers/basil/cheese
-Starting with one long end, roll the chicken up and secure with a toothpick [or, uh, a nail, if you don't have any toothpicks..]
-Heat oil in skillet on med-high heat
-When oil is very hot, place chicken in pan
-When each side of the chicken has browned, reduce heat to medium, cover, and continue cooking for another 10-15 minutes until juices have stopped running pink and chicken is done
-Remove toothpicks and cut in diagonal slices about 1/2 inch thick
-yummy!
You will need:
3-4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1/2 - 3/4 of a 7 oz. jar of roasted red peppers
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves
2 oz. garlic & herb goat cheese
1 T olive oil
salt & pepper
-Cut the chicken breasts butterfly-style [making a slice parallel to the cutting board not quite through the entire chicken, so that you can lay it out and it looks like a butterfly]
-Using a meat mallet, or in between two pieces of plastic wrap with a rolling pin [or potato masher :)] mash each piece of chicken so that it is about 1/2 inch thick
-Fill with peppers/basil/cheese
-Starting with one long end, roll the chicken up and secure with a toothpick [or, uh, a nail, if you don't have any toothpicks..]
-Heat oil in skillet on med-high heat
-When oil is very hot, place chicken in pan
-When each side of the chicken has browned, reduce heat to medium, cover, and continue cooking for another 10-15 minutes until juices have stopped running pink and chicken is done
-Remove toothpicks and cut in diagonal slices about 1/2 inch thick
-yummy!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
julie & julia & jessica
i just finished watching Julie and Julia, which I had wanted to see for ages but forgot about until i saw tonight that it was available on netflix instant viewing.
now i would like to cook. i would like very much to cook well, i should say.
now all i need is a worthy cookbook and a set of pearls.
for the time being, however, i will pretend i am amy adams, sitting at her laptop - blogging.
now i would like to cook. i would like very much to cook well, i should say.
now all i need is a worthy cookbook and a set of pearls.
for the time being, however, i will pretend i am amy adams, sitting at her laptop - blogging.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
mozart
so then i was sitting there, watching these clarinet videos on youtube when i thought to myself, WHY am i watching videos when I could just be playing clarinet??
so that's what i did.
i went to the petrucci online library, downloaded the sheet music to my favorite clarinet concerto, went upstairs, put together my horn, and sat down to play. considering i was half a bottle of wine in, i thought i played remarkably well. but you can ask danny. because we video chatted. and i played him some mozart.
i also bought a box of reeds off of amazon. i had just gotten a new credit card that afternoon and apparently the activation hadn't gone through [thanks to the multitude of 'i'm sorry, we are having difficulty processing your order' emails i recieved]. so now, 3/4 of a bottle of wine in, at midnight, i had to call my credit card company and try [really try] to explain to them what was happening. i must have been coherent enough, because they fixed their mistake and sent me on my way.
i internally pump fisted, as i was pretty stoked to know that 10 brand new reeds were now on their way to my doorstep. then i kept playing. i only played this one piece. over, and over, and over again.
i'd like to play my clarinet intoxicated more often. this enables me to not care what other people may think, be it the neighbors i share a wall with [sorry. i hope i didn't wake you], or danny via gchat.
i finally finished playing after what seemed like hours [it wasn't]. i stumbled to the bathroom, left the unfinished bottle on the counter sink for matt to find when he came home from work at 2:30am, brushed my teeth [i think], and fell into bed.
probably the best part about last evening was that it was a big secret with myself. and i had SO MUCH FUN. i was giddy and giggly and enjoying the hell out of that instrument of mine. and no one knew what i was doing. no one was around to interrupt me, or to tell me to quiet down, or suggest that drinking a bottle of wine maybe wasn't such a great idea for a tuesday night. tim was sleeping. matt was at work. and chris was out. it was just me, being stupid and silly and, might i add, quite musical.
so that's what i did.
i went to the petrucci online library, downloaded the sheet music to my favorite clarinet concerto, went upstairs, put together my horn, and sat down to play. considering i was half a bottle of wine in, i thought i played remarkably well. but you can ask danny. because we video chatted. and i played him some mozart.
i also bought a box of reeds off of amazon. i had just gotten a new credit card that afternoon and apparently the activation hadn't gone through [thanks to the multitude of 'i'm sorry, we are having difficulty processing your order' emails i recieved]. so now, 3/4 of a bottle of wine in, at midnight, i had to call my credit card company and try [really try] to explain to them what was happening. i must have been coherent enough, because they fixed their mistake and sent me on my way.
i internally pump fisted, as i was pretty stoked to know that 10 brand new reeds were now on their way to my doorstep. then i kept playing. i only played this one piece. over, and over, and over again.
i'd like to play my clarinet intoxicated more often. this enables me to not care what other people may think, be it the neighbors i share a wall with [sorry. i hope i didn't wake you], or danny via gchat.
i finally finished playing after what seemed like hours [it wasn't]. i stumbled to the bathroom, left the unfinished bottle on the counter sink for matt to find when he came home from work at 2:30am, brushed my teeth [i think], and fell into bed.
probably the best part about last evening was that it was a big secret with myself. and i had SO MUCH FUN. i was giddy and giggly and enjoying the hell out of that instrument of mine. and no one knew what i was doing. no one was around to interrupt me, or to tell me to quiet down, or suggest that drinking a bottle of wine maybe wasn't such a great idea for a tuesday night. tim was sleeping. matt was at work. and chris was out. it was just me, being stupid and silly and, might i add, quite musical.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Shut Up, Ya Prick
July 4, 2001
He wanna mess wit Jess, Play guitar wit Jess
He wanna make her his in the middle of the night
He wanna drop her puzzle with one a his friends
He wanna creep past Rach, get Jess again
He wanna hang wit Jess, Chase Bigley away
He wanna fight wit Josh, Rachel blows his day
He wanna pretend to hear, but not care at all
If he finds one more of his friends liking Jess
He want a food from the Rolling Rock, Make fun of the waitress
Access to her passion
Keys to her blood pump
He wanna talk online, ask How's your day?
That's when Ian's gotta tell her the truth
He said he doesn't care, just a few night stands
When Rachel isn't there, he wants Jess to care
But Jay knows Jess is not dumb
She hates everything Jay says, Jay does!
Heartbreaker, you screwed her royally
And she will never come back incessantly
Oh why did you have to run your game on her?
She should have known right from the start
You'd be an ASSHOLE!
Don't gimme your love, gimme your love, gimme your love...
He wanna mess wit Jess, Play guitar wit Jess
He wanna make her his in the middle of the night
He wanna drop her puzzle with one a his friends
He wanna creep past Rach, get Jess again
He wanna hang wit Jess, Chase Bigley away
He wanna fight wit Josh, Rachel blows his day
He wanna pretend to hear, but not care at all
If he finds one more of his friends liking Jess
He want a food from the Rolling Rock, Make fun of the waitress
Access to her passion
Keys to her blood pump
He wanna talk online, ask How's your day?
That's when Ian's gotta tell her the truth
He said he doesn't care, just a few night stands
When Rachel isn't there, he wants Jess to care
But Jay knows Jess is not dumb
She hates everything Jay says, Jay does!
Heartbreaker, you screwed her royally
And she will never come back incessantly
Oh why did you have to run your game on her?
She should have known right from the start
You'd be an ASSHOLE!
Don't gimme your love, gimme your love, gimme your love...
Thursday, May 27, 2010
thursday morning
currently listening to:
and drinking mate
and it is raining.
finally.
WHAT A GREAT MORNING!!!!!
:)
and drinking mate
and it is raining.
finally.
WHAT A GREAT MORNING!!!!!
:)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
vegan chickpea & chorizo & spinach bowl
adapted from this new york times recipe
-olive oil
-2 cups cooked chickpeas [canned is great]
-salt & black pepper
-4 oz. soy chorizo
-few handfuls of spinach [baby, or roughly chopped regular spinach] [recipe calls for 1/2 lb - i just didn't have that much around :)]
-1/4 cup sherry [i do not have sherry. i substituted with: 1/8 cup rice vinegar + 1/8 cup water + 1/2 tablespoon sugar]
1. heat a few tablespoons of oil over medium/high in pan. add chickpeas [make sure they are fairly dry] in one layer so that they all touch the pan. sprinkle with salt & pepper. reduce heat to medium and cook for about 10 minutes or so until chickpeas begin to brown
2. add chorizo and cook for another 6-8 minutes until chickpeas start to crisp up a bit
3. remove chickpea/chorizo mixture from pan and set aside. add a bit more oil - when hot, add in spinach and sherry [or substitute]
4. cook over medium/low until spinach is very soft and all of liquid has evaporated
5. add chickpea/chorizo mixture to pan and mix together.
6. EAT!!! yes, that's it!
[nytimes recipe says to sprinkle with breadcrumbs and place in broiler briefly, but, eh, probably not necessary.]
[what it should, and surprisingly DOES, look like]
-olive oil
-2 cups cooked chickpeas [canned is great]
-salt & black pepper
-4 oz. soy chorizo
-few handfuls of spinach [baby, or roughly chopped regular spinach] [recipe calls for 1/2 lb - i just didn't have that much around :)]
-1/4 cup sherry [i do not have sherry. i substituted with: 1/8 cup rice vinegar + 1/8 cup water + 1/2 tablespoon sugar]
1. heat a few tablespoons of oil over medium/high in pan. add chickpeas [make sure they are fairly dry] in one layer so that they all touch the pan. sprinkle with salt & pepper. reduce heat to medium and cook for about 10 minutes or so until chickpeas begin to brown
2. add chorizo and cook for another 6-8 minutes until chickpeas start to crisp up a bit
3. remove chickpea/chorizo mixture from pan and set aside. add a bit more oil - when hot, add in spinach and sherry [or substitute]
4. cook over medium/low until spinach is very soft and all of liquid has evaporated
5. add chickpea/chorizo mixture to pan and mix together.
6. EAT!!! yes, that's it!
[nytimes recipe says to sprinkle with breadcrumbs and place in broiler briefly, but, eh, probably not necessary.]
[what it should, and surprisingly DOES, look like]
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
mama mia's meatballz
i made meatballs last night.
i had a craving.
i indulged.
meatballs!
mom gave me this recipe forever ago and i had yet to use it.
they are easy as pie. er, meatballs?
1 lb chopped meat
1 egg
1/2 diced onion [1 whole onion, if on the smaller side]
handful of breadcrumbs
sprinkling of parmesan cheese
2 T parsley [i made that measurement up. just sprinkle til you're happy]
a few dashes of garlic powder
salt/pepper to taste
[really, the important thing to remember with these things is that once they are smothered in sauce and sitting atop a nice plate of noodles, they are going to be delicious. so feel free to be liberal in your preparation - i didn't quite realize how much i was until i realized just a moment ago that i really had no idea how much of each ingredient i had put in]
-in a bowl, mix all of the ingredients together. with your hands.
-form into balls.
-in a large pan over low/medium heat, fry those suckers up! [if you are using 90% or higher leanness, you may need a bit of oil in the pan. if using a fattier meat, you can just throw them right into the pan]
-and really, that's it. cover the pan if you want 'em to cook a little faster. they'll brown when they are ready. then i like to put them into the sauce pan to keep them warm while the pasta is finishing up. MMM!!
mama mia! that's a speecey spicey meata balla!!
i had a craving.
i indulged.
meatballs!
mom gave me this recipe forever ago and i had yet to use it.
they are easy as pie. er, meatballs?
1 lb chopped meat
1 egg
1/2 diced onion [1 whole onion, if on the smaller side]
handful of breadcrumbs
sprinkling of parmesan cheese
2 T parsley [i made that measurement up. just sprinkle til you're happy]
a few dashes of garlic powder
salt/pepper to taste
[really, the important thing to remember with these things is that once they are smothered in sauce and sitting atop a nice plate of noodles, they are going to be delicious. so feel free to be liberal in your preparation - i didn't quite realize how much i was until i realized just a moment ago that i really had no idea how much of each ingredient i had put in]
-in a bowl, mix all of the ingredients together. with your hands.
-form into balls.
-in a large pan over low/medium heat, fry those suckers up! [if you are using 90% or higher leanness, you may need a bit of oil in the pan. if using a fattier meat, you can just throw them right into the pan]
-and really, that's it. cover the pan if you want 'em to cook a little faster. they'll brown when they are ready. then i like to put them into the sauce pan to keep them warm while the pasta is finishing up. MMM!!
mama mia! that's a speecey spicey meata balla!!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
which 30 seconds?
i would like to meet the person who decides which 30 seconds of each song goes up on itunes.
labels.
snippet of an online conversation.
though it may as well be a transcription of an actual conversation, that's how translatable this is to words.
good work, friend. you use your internet communication skills WELL.
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though it may as well be a transcription of an actual conversation, that's how translatable this is to words.
good work, friend. you use your internet communication skills WELL.
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he might be the fastest boyfriend i've ever made
and i have never used that term with him before
anddddddd thats awkward
ahaha
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
ella ella ay ay ay
i don't care if you're trying to keep the sun off of you.
if it's 75 degrees and sunny and you are walking around with an umbrella, you still look stupid.
if it's 75 degrees and sunny and you are walking around with an umbrella, you still look stupid.
Monday, May 10, 2010
on saturday
i gave monique a bath.
and detailed the heck out of her, inside and out.
she is one shiny motha.
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and detailed the heck out of her, inside and out.
she is one shiny motha.
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Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
do you not see the headphones in my ears?
WHY DO YOU ONLY TALK TO ME WHEN I AM TRYING TO WATCH THE BIGGEST LOSER???
AHHHHH!!!!
AHHHHH!!!!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
wetsuit
have you ever tried on a wetsuit?
it is ANNOYING.
firstly, they're supposed to be skin tight, so. imagine trying to fit another set of skin over the one you already have.
so you get your legs in. then you've gotta get your arms in. make sure not to pull them out of their sockets.
after you have successfully gotten this far, you must zip up.
did i mention the zipper was in the back?
and that there is a long string attached to the zipper so you can pull it over your shoulder and up behind your head and zip up?
and that it takes me about 5 minutes to do this?
and at this point i am about to have a stroke and die because i am SO HOT?
great.
then there's getting it off.
sounds easy.
isn't.
it's just as tight. and the only real way to get it off is to rip it off so that the suit ends up inside out. so then you have to pull the arms and legs back through before putting it back on the hanger.
that one didn't feel right? here, just try a second one on.
NOT.
the sweat that you have undoubtedly released from your pores during trial #1 will make #2 nearly IMPOSSIBLE. putting on a wetsuit while already wet does not work. i repeat: DOES. NOT. WORK.
at the end of this attempt i was seriously about to keel over. my face was bright red and i had to sit down and take a breather.
gosh, i can't wait until i find one. i don't know how much more of this i can bear.
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it is ANNOYING.
firstly, they're supposed to be skin tight, so. imagine trying to fit another set of skin over the one you already have.
so you get your legs in. then you've gotta get your arms in. make sure not to pull them out of their sockets.
after you have successfully gotten this far, you must zip up.
did i mention the zipper was in the back?
and that there is a long string attached to the zipper so you can pull it over your shoulder and up behind your head and zip up?
and that it takes me about 5 minutes to do this?
and at this point i am about to have a stroke and die because i am SO HOT?
great.
then there's getting it off.
sounds easy.
isn't.
it's just as tight. and the only real way to get it off is to rip it off so that the suit ends up inside out. so then you have to pull the arms and legs back through before putting it back on the hanger.
that one didn't feel right? here, just try a second one on.
NOT.
the sweat that you have undoubtedly released from your pores during trial #1 will make #2 nearly IMPOSSIBLE. putting on a wetsuit while already wet does not work. i repeat: DOES. NOT. WORK.
at the end of this attempt i was seriously about to keel over. my face was bright red and i had to sit down and take a breather.
gosh, i can't wait until i find one. i don't know how much more of this i can bear.
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
a spoonful of sugar
is what mrs. weckesser used to give me when i had the hiccups.
i like to pretend it worked.
i have had the hiccups 3 times today.
WHY?
they are so annoying.
there is nothing gratifying about them.
at least with sneezing attacks [had one this morning in the car. slightly terrifying whilst driving around corners] there's a finality to it. aCHOO. aCHOOOOO!! you feel like you're accomplishing something. [?]
but with hiccups. gosh. you just sound stupid. and they're annoying. and you never have any idea when they will go away.
and they are embarrassing. especially when you yawn and a hiccup decides to come right at that moment and so a slightly non-human noise escapes your mouth and your boss is sitting in the other room.
i like to pretend it worked.
i have had the hiccups 3 times today.
WHY?
they are so annoying.
there is nothing gratifying about them.
at least with sneezing attacks [had one this morning in the car. slightly terrifying whilst driving around corners] there's a finality to it. aCHOO. aCHOOOOO!! you feel like you're accomplishing something. [?]
but with hiccups. gosh. you just sound stupid. and they're annoying. and you never have any idea when they will go away.
and they are embarrassing. especially when you yawn and a hiccup decides to come right at that moment and so a slightly non-human noise escapes your mouth and your boss is sitting in the other room.
Monday, May 3, 2010
blinded
i usually don't shut my shades at work until around 3:30 or so, when the sunlight becomes just a bit much for my delicate baby blues.
but today there is a large black suv outside of my window and the sun is reflecting off of the upper right hand corner of its windshield [did not think about the literal breakdown of this word until just this moment] right INTO MY EYES. and it is only 2:40. i should have another 50 minutes of open window at LEAST.
also, i wish my right ear didn't hurt when i put my awesome earrings in.
but today there is a large black suv outside of my window and the sun is reflecting off of the upper right hand corner of its windshield [did not think about the literal breakdown of this word until just this moment] right INTO MY EYES. and it is only 2:40. i should have another 50 minutes of open window at LEAST.
also, i wish my right ear didn't hurt when i put my awesome earrings in.
Friday, April 30, 2010
i like him :)
he went with me to see the avett brothers the night before my birthday [arlington theater, santa barbara. beautiful. amazing. best.]
he helped me jump my saab the morning of my big day ["i said i wouldn't help you anymore, but it's your birthday"]
he took me to dinner at porto alegre churrascaria [brazilian barbeque. all you can eat meat. sausage, chicken, skirt steak, top sirloin, rib eye, filet mignon wrapped in bacon [?!!!] beef ribs, duck, quail, lamb, AHHHHHH. yes.]
he made me a kick ass birthday card and got me new crocs and is going to buy me a WETSUIT [as soon as i get fitted for one.]
he made me a CAKE. [WHAT? he doesn't bake. this was his first cake. ever. and it was chocolate. and chocolate. and delicious. with chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. shut. up.]
he told me he grows fonder of me every day
i like him, too :)
he helped me jump my saab the morning of my big day ["i said i wouldn't help you anymore, but it's your birthday"]
he took me to dinner at porto alegre churrascaria [brazilian barbeque. all you can eat meat. sausage, chicken, skirt steak, top sirloin, rib eye, filet mignon wrapped in bacon [?!!!] beef ribs, duck, quail, lamb, AHHHHHH. yes.]
he made me a kick ass birthday card and got me new crocs and is going to buy me a WETSUIT [as soon as i get fitted for one.]
he made me a CAKE. [WHAT? he doesn't bake. this was his first cake. ever. and it was chocolate. and chocolate. and delicious. with chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. shut. up.]
he told me he grows fonder of me every day
i like him, too :)
Thursday, April 29, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!
i don't know if it's taboo to wish yourself a happy birthday.
maybe it is.
but i don't care.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
I AM 25!!!!
maybe it is.
but i don't care.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
I AM 25!!!!
Monday, April 19, 2010
meant to be
before dinner last night, matt's mom noticed that i was still wearing my shell necklace. i told her i've had it on since the summer of '04 [jones beach.] and that i've only taken it off once, when i had to change the string. she lit up and smiled with an understanding look, and proceeded to tell me one of the sweetest stories i've ever heard.
******
when she and her husband were first engaged, she was given the option of a ring or a trip to california. "obviously, i chose california," she said.
obviously.
they made their trek down to california and stopped at their first night's destination. matt's mother stepped out of the car and staring up at her from the ground was a silver ring with a turquoise stone.
she slid it on her finger and there it stayed until just a few years ago when it finally wore out and broke.
but don't worry, she still has it.
:)
******
when she and her husband were first engaged, she was given the option of a ring or a trip to california. "obviously, i chose california," she said.
obviously.
they made their trek down to california and stopped at their first night's destination. matt's mother stepped out of the car and staring up at her from the ground was a silver ring with a turquoise stone.
she slid it on her finger and there it stayed until just a few years ago when it finally wore out and broke.
but don't worry, she still has it.
:)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
"911, what's your emergency?"
1:45am.
"uh, hi. there is an older gentleman outside and he's ringing the doorbell and banging on the door and yelling 'hello! hello!' and i don't know if we should, i'm here with my friend, i don't know if we should see what he wants, or.."
"do not open the door."
"ok, i just, i don't know, he's just ringing the doorbell over and over and.."
"what does this man look like? is he white, black, hispanic"
:s, is he white?: "he's white" :what does he look like?: "he has gray hair, late 60's.."
"what is he wearing?"
:s, do you know what he's wearing?: "ok, he's wearing a white button down shirt. a light colored button down shirt. he's driving a black pickup truck. and now he just pulled into the driveway and got out of the car and now we don't know where he is."
"what is your address?"
:gives address:
"and what is your name and phone number?"
:gives name and phone number:
"you said he was driving a black truck. are you able to get a license plate number?"
:s, can you see the plate?: "we tried before...no, we aren't able to see..wait, did he just drive away, s?"
"do you still need the police?"
"um..he just sped away. he's gone."
"do you still need the police?"
"i guess not..he just sped away."
"ok, well if he comes back you call right back and we'll send somebody over."
"ok. thank you so much for your help. thank you."
"uh, hi. there is an older gentleman outside and he's ringing the doorbell and banging on the door and yelling 'hello! hello!' and i don't know if we should, i'm here with my friend, i don't know if we should see what he wants, or.."
"do not open the door."
"ok, i just, i don't know, he's just ringing the doorbell over and over and.."
"what does this man look like? is he white, black, hispanic"
:s, is he white?: "he's white" :what does he look like?: "he has gray hair, late 60's.."
"what is he wearing?"
:s, do you know what he's wearing?: "ok, he's wearing a white button down shirt. a light colored button down shirt. he's driving a black pickup truck. and now he just pulled into the driveway and got out of the car and now we don't know where he is."
"what is your address?"
:gives address:
"and what is your name and phone number?"
:gives name and phone number:
"you said he was driving a black truck. are you able to get a license plate number?"
:s, can you see the plate?: "we tried before...no, we aren't able to see..wait, did he just drive away, s?"
"do you still need the police?"
"um..he just sped away. he's gone."
"do you still need the police?"
"i guess not..he just sped away."
"ok, well if he comes back you call right back and we'll send somebody over."
"ok. thank you so much for your help. thank you."
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
JMT
every time i go hiking in the sierras, i can't imagine hiking for more than the few days that we do.
every time i look at this book,
all i want to do is skip town and hike the 212 miles from yosemite to mt. whitney.
i'm not sure which feelings are more real.
probably the ones that are telling me i don't want to do it, since they occur when i am actually out in the wilderness and not lying in bed skimming through a book about said wilderness.
though, in actuality, it's not that i don't want to do it while i'm up in the mountains, it's that my body is telling me that i physically cannot handle it.
so. i really DO want to do it, mentally. all the time. i just need to make my body want to do it, too. [oy. my self is confusing.]
preparing my body will take some [read: a lot of] time.
in the meantime, i am going to enjoy my lunch outside and read this book.
again.
every time i look at this book,
all i want to do is skip town and hike the 212 miles from yosemite to mt. whitney.
i'm not sure which feelings are more real.
probably the ones that are telling me i don't want to do it, since they occur when i am actually out in the wilderness and not lying in bed skimming through a book about said wilderness.
though, in actuality, it's not that i don't want to do it while i'm up in the mountains, it's that my body is telling me that i physically cannot handle it.
so. i really DO want to do it, mentally. all the time. i just need to make my body want to do it, too. [oy. my self is confusing.]
preparing my body will take some [read: a lot of] time.
in the meantime, i am going to enjoy my lunch outside and read this book.
again.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
did i ever tell you about the time
that i was hit on at the beach?
on sunday?
i had just hiked/jogged 6 1/2 miles and was feeling good and thought that since i was over by the pacific ocean, i should probably stop for a moment and pay my respects.
i parked my car and noticed a young male skateboarding in the road where the long line of beach cars are parked. i didn't give him any notice. other than the fact that i noticed him.
........
i found myself a nice spot in the sand [the art of choosing a spot at the beach is a mystery to me. everyone does the same thing, even when by oneself. 'how does this spot look? mm, pretty good. oooh, but what about over there? oh yeah, or that, that works. yeah, maybe just a little closer to the water? whaddya think? yeah, yeah this looks good. right? yeah this is good. right?']
anyway. i found my spot. i had my phone out so i could continue a text conversation with my boyfriend. and then i heard someone behind me. i turned around and saw the skater boy. i truly, 100% thought he was going to ask me for money and i was fully prepared to say with complete honesty that i didn't have any cash on me [and i didn't. it was in the car.].
skater: hey
me: hi
s: uh, would you, uh, would you like to go to like, uh, a party tonight?
m: :not expecting that: ohhh, i already have another party tonight [truth.]
s: oh, really?
m: yeahh. i have another party i have to go to. thanks, though!
s: oh ok, yeah
m: bye!
no chance, my friend.
but thanks for the ego boost.
see ya later, boy.
on sunday?
i had just hiked/jogged 6 1/2 miles and was feeling good and thought that since i was over by the pacific ocean, i should probably stop for a moment and pay my respects.
i parked my car and noticed a young male skateboarding in the road where the long line of beach cars are parked. i didn't give him any notice. other than the fact that i noticed him.
........
i found myself a nice spot in the sand [the art of choosing a spot at the beach is a mystery to me. everyone does the same thing, even when by oneself. 'how does this spot look? mm, pretty good. oooh, but what about over there? oh yeah, or that, that works. yeah, maybe just a little closer to the water? whaddya think? yeah, yeah this looks good. right? yeah this is good. right?']
anyway. i found my spot. i had my phone out so i could continue a text conversation with my boyfriend. and then i heard someone behind me. i turned around and saw the skater boy. i truly, 100% thought he was going to ask me for money and i was fully prepared to say with complete honesty that i didn't have any cash on me [and i didn't. it was in the car.].
skater: hey
me: hi
s: uh, would you, uh, would you like to go to like, uh, a party tonight?
m: :not expecting that: ohhh, i already have another party tonight [truth.]
s: oh, really?
m: yeahh. i have another party i have to go to. thanks, though!
s: oh ok, yeah
m: bye!
no chance, my friend.
but thanks for the ego boost.
see ya later, boy.
Friday, April 9, 2010
degree? old spice? axe? anything??
i don't care if you're in your mid-60s.
you still need to wear deodorant.
and if you're not, GET OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE OMG.
you still need to wear deodorant.
and if you're not, GET OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE OMG.
Friday, April 2, 2010
chop chop
i just cut my hair.
well. i didn't.
jules did.
at floyd's.
this is [i believe] the shortest it has ever been.
ahh.
contrary to my less-than-thrilled face in the above photo, i am really quite stoked with how my hair turned out.
thanks, jules.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
PAUL MCCARTNEY
I SAW PAUL MCCARTNEY LAST NIGHT AT THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL AND I AM SEEING HIM AGAIN TONIGHT.
...more on this later.
i uh, just wanted to make sure this got out there.
i uh, just wanted to make sure this got out there.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
pizza factory gets 1 star.
i went to a pizza place on sunday night after matt and i made it down the mountain.
i'll start by quoting my yelp review:
"I must preface this review by saying that while the pizza was indeed quite tasty, the only reason I am writing this review is because of the HORRIBLY RUDE staff, and so I would like my review to reflect this.
We walked in 5 minutes before closing [and I know, this is not good timing. but we had been up at Sequoia Nat'l Park snowshoeing all weekend and were absolutely famished] and when we asked if we could still order food [nobody bothered to ask us if we needed anything] we were greeted with a leer from the girl with the short brown-hair and a tattoo on her collar bone. She stomped around behind the counter making a huuuuge fuss about having had to take our order.
After we paid [and tipped] for our to-go order, we sat down at a table to wait. The same girl was huffing and puffing around the restaurant cleaning up and right as she walked by our table she very loudly said in response to an inaudible question from a co-worker, "well, we're going to be here for another twenty minutes, AT LEAST."
I was BEYOND appalled. I worked in food service for a number of years. I know how much it stinks to have someone come in 5 minutes before close. I've cleaned juicers and blenders only to have to dirty them again for the guy that walked in 2 minutes before we closed. I get it. But you never, NEVER let the customer know how you're feeling. Chances are they already feel a little guilty about walking in so close to closing time. If you don't want to stay open until 9pm, then close at 8:50. If the sign says Open, you graciously take orders until you turn that sign off.
I will not be returning to this establishment."
BITCH. BITCH. BITCH. BITCH.
WHO TREATS THEIR CUSTOMERS LIKE THIS?? WHO?!!
upon entering and receiving not so much as a 'can i help you?' or even a glance our way, i immediately turned to matt and started to suggest that maybe we should just leave. i didn't want to give any business to these lowlifes. but, we were starving. we were in the middle of nowhere, and the next closest meal was an hour away and would have consisted of fast food burgers and fries.
so matt, being the gentlemen that he is, politely asked 'can we still order?' only to receive glares, stomps, sounds of exasperation, and a 'we close in 4 minutes so any orders must be TO GO.'
"ok then, we'd like a medium pepperoni pizza." confident.
:silence: :rings us up: "sixteen dollars"
:hands credit card. swipes. rips receipt off and hands over. tip given. silence.:
we sit at a table with our backs to the front of the restaurant. our girl walks to the back and continues to make her annoyance known with her "20 minutes, at least" comment. i am SO close to getting up and saying something, but am urged to wait at least until we leave so we can assure our pizza is not spit into. i have never been so amped up before. i was absolutely livid. who is SHE to give me shit for walking in when the goddamn restaurant was still open?? FUCKIN CLOSE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SERVE ME. GOD. GOD!!!!
at matt's suggestion, we remain polite and do not stoop to their level. we take our food and peacefully leave. i figure i'll get them in my own sneaky way.
kill their yelp rating.
and if i'm lucky, get the bitch fired.
i'll start by quoting my yelp review:
"I must preface this review by saying that while the pizza was indeed quite tasty, the only reason I am writing this review is because of the HORRIBLY RUDE staff, and so I would like my review to reflect this.
We walked in 5 minutes before closing [and I know, this is not good timing. but we had been up at Sequoia Nat'l Park snowshoeing all weekend and were absolutely famished] and when we asked if we could still order food [nobody bothered to ask us if we needed anything] we were greeted with a leer from the girl with the short brown-hair and a tattoo on her collar bone. She stomped around behind the counter making a huuuuge fuss about having had to take our order.
After we paid [and tipped] for our to-go order, we sat down at a table to wait. The same girl was huffing and puffing around the restaurant cleaning up and right as she walked by our table she very loudly said in response to an inaudible question from a co-worker, "well, we're going to be here for another twenty minutes, AT LEAST."
I was BEYOND appalled. I worked in food service for a number of years. I know how much it stinks to have someone come in 5 minutes before close. I've cleaned juicers and blenders only to have to dirty them again for the guy that walked in 2 minutes before we closed. I get it. But you never, NEVER let the customer know how you're feeling. Chances are they already feel a little guilty about walking in so close to closing time. If you don't want to stay open until 9pm, then close at 8:50. If the sign says Open, you graciously take orders until you turn that sign off.
I will not be returning to this establishment."
BITCH. BITCH. BITCH. BITCH.
WHO TREATS THEIR CUSTOMERS LIKE THIS?? WHO?!!
upon entering and receiving not so much as a 'can i help you?' or even a glance our way, i immediately turned to matt and started to suggest that maybe we should just leave. i didn't want to give any business to these lowlifes. but, we were starving. we were in the middle of nowhere, and the next closest meal was an hour away and would have consisted of fast food burgers and fries.
so matt, being the gentlemen that he is, politely asked 'can we still order?' only to receive glares, stomps, sounds of exasperation, and a 'we close in 4 minutes so any orders must be TO GO.'
"ok then, we'd like a medium pepperoni pizza." confident.
:silence: :rings us up: "sixteen dollars"
:hands credit card. swipes. rips receipt off and hands over. tip given. silence.:
we sit at a table with our backs to the front of the restaurant. our girl walks to the back and continues to make her annoyance known with her "20 minutes, at least" comment. i am SO close to getting up and saying something, but am urged to wait at least until we leave so we can assure our pizza is not spit into. i have never been so amped up before. i was absolutely livid. who is SHE to give me shit for walking in when the goddamn restaurant was still open?? FUCKIN CLOSE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SERVE ME. GOD. GOD!!!!
at matt's suggestion, we remain polite and do not stoop to their level. we take our food and peacefully leave. i figure i'll get them in my own sneaky way.
kill their yelp rating.
and if i'm lucky, get the bitch fired.
thank goodness i blog.
i wanted to make banana bread last night.
no, i didn't want to make it, i NEEDED to make it.
i had a cravin' for bakin' alllll day long and so i went out and bought myself some heavy cream after work [because who has heavy cream just sitting around? oh, we do, apparently. though i did not see it until after i had bought mine]. of course.
i started organizing all my ingredients in the kitchen. i went over to the drawer to grab my lil book-o-recipes [a small notebook with a picutre of the eiffel tower that zach and ian taras got for me for my 17th birthday] and it WASN'T THERE. i thought perhaps it was upstairs, but matt and danny were recording, and i thought it best if i don my best Milford School hat and be neither seen nor heard. i started pacing around the kitchen, wondering what the heck i was going to do while my ingredients sat taunting me on the counter. then. it hit me.
I THINK I BLOGGED ABOUT MY BANANA BREAD.
and sure enough.
right there under 'things i cook' lay my prize.
nana's 'nana bread.
thank goodness i blog.
no, i didn't want to make it, i NEEDED to make it.
i had a cravin' for bakin' alllll day long and so i went out and bought myself some heavy cream after work [because who has heavy cream just sitting around? oh, we do, apparently. though i did not see it until after i had bought mine]. of course.
i started organizing all my ingredients in the kitchen. i went over to the drawer to grab my lil book-o-recipes [a small notebook with a picutre of the eiffel tower that zach and ian taras got for me for my 17th birthday] and it WASN'T THERE. i thought perhaps it was upstairs, but matt and danny were recording, and i thought it best if i don my best Milford School hat and be neither seen nor heard. i started pacing around the kitchen, wondering what the heck i was going to do while my ingredients sat taunting me on the counter. then. it hit me.
I THINK I BLOGGED ABOUT MY BANANA BREAD.
and sure enough.
right there under 'things i cook' lay my prize.
nana's 'nana bread.
thank goodness i blog.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
meow. and RED HOOK!!!
a couple things.
first, thanks to kristina and the daily freeman, i was informed that the april issue of men's journal lists red hook, ny, MY red hook, ny, as one of the best places to live.
[click on photo to read the article]
amazing. simply amazing.
second,
on my way to borders to purchase said article, i walked past a parked car in which sat what i can only guess was a man, who beckoned me like a cat.
pss pss pssss.
first, thanks to kristina and the daily freeman, i was informed that the april issue of men's journal lists red hook, ny, MY red hook, ny, as one of the best places to live.
[click on photo to read the article]
amazing. simply amazing.
second,
on my way to borders to purchase said article, i walked past a parked car in which sat what i can only guess was a man, who beckoned me like a cat.
pss pss pssss.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
mexican hot chocolate cupcakes
oh. em. gee.
make. these. now.
I got the following recipe from one of my favorite food blogs, Love and Olive Oil.
I had these cupcakes bookmarked for months and finally got around to trying my hand at them last night. These are the most delicious cupcakes I have ever made. They are chocolatey, moist, rich, and the cinnamon and cayenne give them the tiniest kick. So that Matt could enjoy them as well, I used gluten-free baking flour. Although the back of the bag does say that you can substitute it 1:1 for regular flour, they still recommend adding xanthan gum. I didn't do this, as I wasn't in the market for buying a 1/2 lb. bag of something I would probably use 1 1/2 teaspoons of. And my final product came out just fine. A bit of a dip in the center of the cakes, but nothing a bit of frosting can't cover up! If I decide to make gluten-free baking a regular thing, perhaps I will try this recipe with the addition of xanthan gum [I will definitely try it with regular flour, too!].
Anyhow - below is the recipe - the link for the original is here.
I made some modifications, as I didn't have access [read: couldn't afford] some of the ingredients.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mexican Hot Chocolate Cupcakes
Makes 12 cupcakes
1 c. coconut milk
1 T ground flaxseed
3/4 c. all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons corn flour or very fine cornmeal [I bought cornmeal bulk from Whole Foods and then put it in the blender to make it as fine as possible. This was ridiculous. Spend the few extra bucks and buy yourself some corn flour]
1/4 c. almond meal [I had sliced almonds in the freezer. I threw these into a coffee grinder and made my own almond meal]
1/2 c. cocoa powder
1 t baking powder
1/2 t baking soda
3/4 t salt
1 t ground cinnamon
1/8 t ground cayenne pepper (more or less to taste)
1 c granulated sugar
1/3 c canola oil
1 t vanilla extract
1 t almond extract
For the frosting [and a note on this: I believe the original recipe is missing the amount of cream cheese..so my frosting consisted of only the ingredients below..and at least to me seemed to be not what was intended..but, if it's looks you're going for, this frosting will do the trick]
1/2 c. butter or margarine, room temperature
1 1/2 c. confectioners' sugar
1/2 t vanilla extract
1/2 t almond extract
2 T milk or soymilk [I used vanilla soymilk]
Preheat oven to 350. Line your cupcake pan with liners.
In a small bowl, whisk together coconut milk and flaxseed. Let sit for 10 minutes and then whisk in sugar, oil, vanilla & almond extracts.
In a larger bowl, sift together flour, corn flour, almond meal, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and cayenne.
Gently mix in wet ingredients.
Fill cupcake cups with 1/4 c. of batter [approx. 2/3 full]. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until toothpick inserted in the middle of the cake comes out clean. Remove from pan and let cool.
For the frosting, cream the butter [here is where it says to cream butter with cream cheese...but i'm not sure how much cream cheese...my gut says 8 oz, but i didn't have any so i didn't do this]. Slowly add 1 c. of the confectioners' sugar, a 1/2 c. at a time, until mixture is smooth and fluffy. Add soymilk, extracts, and if you wish, food coloring. Add your last bit of powdered sugar, and at this point you can add more if you think the consistency or taste should be different.
You can spread the frosting on the cakes if you'd like, or you can put the frosting in a plastic ziploc bag, cut off one of the bottom corners of the bag, and squeeze the frosting onto the cooled cupcakes. And voila - they look like little dollops of whipped cream!
Then eat, and be sure to share with your friends, who you can bet will ask you to make another batch pronto.
enjoy!!!
make. these. now.
I got the following recipe from one of my favorite food blogs, Love and Olive Oil.
I had these cupcakes bookmarked for months and finally got around to trying my hand at them last night. These are the most delicious cupcakes I have ever made. They are chocolatey, moist, rich, and the cinnamon and cayenne give them the tiniest kick. So that Matt could enjoy them as well, I used gluten-free baking flour. Although the back of the bag does say that you can substitute it 1:1 for regular flour, they still recommend adding xanthan gum. I didn't do this, as I wasn't in the market for buying a 1/2 lb. bag of something I would probably use 1 1/2 teaspoons of. And my final product came out just fine. A bit of a dip in the center of the cakes, but nothing a bit of frosting can't cover up! If I decide to make gluten-free baking a regular thing, perhaps I will try this recipe with the addition of xanthan gum [I will definitely try it with regular flour, too!].
Anyhow - below is the recipe - the link for the original is here.
I made some modifications, as I didn't have access [read: couldn't afford] some of the ingredients.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mexican Hot Chocolate Cupcakes
Makes 12 cupcakes
1 c. coconut milk
1 T ground flaxseed
3/4 c. all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons corn flour or very fine cornmeal [I bought cornmeal bulk from Whole Foods and then put it in the blender to make it as fine as possible. This was ridiculous. Spend the few extra bucks and buy yourself some corn flour]
1/4 c. almond meal [I had sliced almonds in the freezer. I threw these into a coffee grinder and made my own almond meal]
1/2 c. cocoa powder
1 t baking powder
1/2 t baking soda
3/4 t salt
1 t ground cinnamon
1/8 t ground cayenne pepper (more or less to taste)
1 c granulated sugar
1/3 c canola oil
1 t vanilla extract
1 t almond extract
For the frosting [and a note on this: I believe the original recipe is missing the amount of cream cheese..so my frosting consisted of only the ingredients below..and at least to me seemed to be not what was intended..but, if it's looks you're going for, this frosting will do the trick]
1/2 c. butter or margarine, room temperature
1 1/2 c. confectioners' sugar
1/2 t vanilla extract
1/2 t almond extract
2 T milk or soymilk [I used vanilla soymilk]
Preheat oven to 350. Line your cupcake pan with liners.
In a small bowl, whisk together coconut milk and flaxseed. Let sit for 10 minutes and then whisk in sugar, oil, vanilla & almond extracts.
In a larger bowl, sift together flour, corn flour, almond meal, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and cayenne.
Gently mix in wet ingredients.
Fill cupcake cups with 1/4 c. of batter [approx. 2/3 full]. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until toothpick inserted in the middle of the cake comes out clean. Remove from pan and let cool.
For the frosting, cream the butter [here is where it says to cream butter with cream cheese...but i'm not sure how much cream cheese...my gut says 8 oz, but i didn't have any so i didn't do this]. Slowly add 1 c. of the confectioners' sugar, a 1/2 c. at a time, until mixture is smooth and fluffy. Add soymilk, extracts, and if you wish, food coloring. Add your last bit of powdered sugar, and at this point you can add more if you think the consistency or taste should be different.
You can spread the frosting on the cakes if you'd like, or you can put the frosting in a plastic ziploc bag, cut off one of the bottom corners of the bag, and squeeze the frosting onto the cooled cupcakes. And voila - they look like little dollops of whipped cream!
Then eat, and be sure to share with your friends, who you can bet will ask you to make another batch pronto.
enjoy!!!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
synchronous carradine
watching dexter.
one of the actors looked familiar.
looked him up.
name = keith carradine.
moved on with our tv viewing.
stumbled upon weeds main titles.
researched the song "little boxes."
"The song was performed by Keith Carradine in the movie The Californians in 2005."
thanks, wiki.
one of the actors looked familiar.
looked him up.
name = keith carradine.
moved on with our tv viewing.
stumbled upon weeds main titles.
researched the song "little boxes."
"The song was performed by Keith Carradine in the movie The Californians in 2005."
thanks, wiki.
ticky tacky
chris and i just watched the opening sequence to all of seasons 2 and 3 of weeds.
a different artist sings the main title theme ["little boxes," originally by malvina reynolds] in each episode.
this one by man man is GREAT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCdYE6dwe9c
[sorry. can't embed. ugh.]
a different artist sings the main title theme ["little boxes," originally by malvina reynolds] in each episode.
this one by man man is GREAT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCdYE6dwe9c
[sorry. can't embed. ugh.]
spitzer, the musical
matt and danny made this song.
they are two very special people in my life, so please support them and watch this!
oh, and NASA made the video.
cool.
they are two very special people in my life, so please support them and watch this!
oh, and NASA made the video.
cool.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
"put the ring on, mr. frodo"
also,
i saw samwise gamgee at real food daily over the weekend.
instead of "oh look, sean astin is walking in the door right next to you," i watch as matt's head darts to the center of our table and loudly whispers "samwise gamgee!" [much as i did the other day at trader joe's]. i follow his eyes behind me and see, yes, samwise gamgee standing at the hostess stand.
awesome.
i saw samwise gamgee at real food daily over the weekend.
instead of "oh look, sean astin is walking in the door right next to you," i watch as matt's head darts to the center of our table and loudly whispers "samwise gamgee!" [much as i did the other day at trader joe's]. i follow his eyes behind me and see, yes, samwise gamgee standing at the hostess stand.
awesome.
i rule.
back in december, i got pulled over for the first time in my life.
i think i meant to blog about it but i never did.
maybe another day.
long story short, my new york registration had been up some months prior, and i had yet to register my car in california.
the truth? my car wouldn't pass the california smog test. therefore it could not be registered.
so i was basically riding around until they got me.
and they got me.
luckily i was in the car with matt and chris so they helped me calm down. and the officers were crazy nice and just gave me a fix-it ticket. get your car registered and show us the proof by february.
awesome!
except...
car still wouldn't pass the smog test.
so when i came back from christmas in new york, i bought myself a new car.
this car was registered and i switched over my car insurance and blah blah blah - all good. i called the court to ask if i had to come in or if i could mail in a copy of the registration. they said i could just mail it in, except... the ticket was for my saab. not my new car. buying a new car does not totally fix the problem [legally, at least]. so they set a court date for me so that i could try my luck at getting out of paying the $256 fine.
that date was today.
this was my first time in a court of any kind.
i finally found the parking garage [on a dead end street behind the court building] and ran through the court yard with the rest of the masses. there was a long line at security. i finally got through and went to the 2nd floor. i waited in line for awhile where i thought that maybe all i had to do was talk to a person behind the counter. wrong. they told me i was supposed to be on the 4th floor.
"it started at 8:30"
8:39.
shit.
i ran upstairs and into my designated courtroom, whereupon i found myself one of about 75 fellow offenders. i signed in and took a seat in the very back. the court officer played us our rights and gave us a detailed description of what we were in for. he was. hilarious. whenever he talked i felt fine, it was only when he stopped that i started shivering and became nauseous with anxiety. 2 1/2 hours i sat in that room. 2 1/2 hours i listened as case after case was brought in front of the judge [failure to stop at a red light, driving without a license, no proof of insurance, driving in the wrong lane, etc etc etc]. 2 1/2 hours i went over in my head the most succinct way to explain my case without pissing off the judge ["this is not the place for you to tell your story - this is an arraignment. i read you your citation and ask you what you want to do and you say "not guilty," "guilty," or "no contest." if you plead not guilty, THEN you will have the opportunity to sit down and explain yourself at a later date"]. the last thing i wanted to do was come back to this place.
i sat through and listened to hours of the guilty and the guiltless, the infractions and the misdemeanors, the spanish and the korean, the young and the old, the women with babies and the woman with breast cancer. my leg shook uncontrollably [much like joe lydon's in french class] and i was freezing. i went to use the bathroom and saw a large sign with the dress-code: no tank tops, mini skirts, etc. my dress is freaking short today. i spent the rest of the morning trying to reveal the least amount of thigh.
finally i heard my name and i moved up front. closer, now.
the rows in front of me all moved up to the bench and i knew my time was near.
it was soon my time to sit before the judge. i moved up to the bench of doom, flanked by 3 older men.
"i can't believe we're the last ones," said the one to my left.
"yeah, but at least now no one else can hear what i did wrong."
i turn around and there are maybe 4 people left in the court room. that's what i get for showing up late. but hey, my stage fright is dissipating.
"ok, next we have jessica neilson"
"hi"
"your ticket is for driving without registration. do you have proof of registration- oh yes, it looks like you do"
:as i hand my new car's registration to the court officer: "my car wouldn't pass the smog test so i couldn't register it so i went out and bought a new car."
"ok, so that's not the registration for the old car. it's for the new car. so that's not reeeally fixing it. "
"...ohh...."
"do you have proof that you no longer have the old car?"
"no-"
"how am i supposed to know? "
"no..i'm in the process of donating it."
"so you still have your old car."
"yes, in my garage."
"ah, ok. well..at least it's good that you're not driving it if it won't pass the smog.."
:looks at me for a moment and gives what i believe to be a tiny smile:
"ok. just this once, i'm going to dismiss this. $25 dismissal fee. just make sure and get rid of the car." :another smile?
i left feeling elated, proud, and like a good person.
the whole time i was up there she was rambling on looking down at her papers, but i swore i sensed something change as soon as she took a moment to make eye contact with me. i felt like for the split second that she looked up and at me that she could tell that i was a good person and that i really did try. i bought a new car, for pete's sake. it was as if she knew i had never been in trouble, had never been pulled over, and would never be back in that court room again.
and who knows, i may be completely crazy. it's very possible i imagined those hints of smiles. and with only 3 more people to go after me, maybe she just wanted to get the hell out of there.
i think i meant to blog about it but i never did.
maybe another day.
long story short, my new york registration had been up some months prior, and i had yet to register my car in california.
the truth? my car wouldn't pass the california smog test. therefore it could not be registered.
so i was basically riding around until they got me.
and they got me.
luckily i was in the car with matt and chris so they helped me calm down. and the officers were crazy nice and just gave me a fix-it ticket. get your car registered and show us the proof by february.
awesome!
except...
car still wouldn't pass the smog test.
so when i came back from christmas in new york, i bought myself a new car.
this car was registered and i switched over my car insurance and blah blah blah - all good. i called the court to ask if i had to come in or if i could mail in a copy of the registration. they said i could just mail it in, except... the ticket was for my saab. not my new car. buying a new car does not totally fix the problem [legally, at least]. so they set a court date for me so that i could try my luck at getting out of paying the $256 fine.
that date was today.
this was my first time in a court of any kind.
i finally found the parking garage [on a dead end street behind the court building] and ran through the court yard with the rest of the masses. there was a long line at security. i finally got through and went to the 2nd floor. i waited in line for awhile where i thought that maybe all i had to do was talk to a person behind the counter. wrong. they told me i was supposed to be on the 4th floor.
"it started at 8:30"
8:39.
shit.
i ran upstairs and into my designated courtroom, whereupon i found myself one of about 75 fellow offenders. i signed in and took a seat in the very back. the court officer played us our rights and gave us a detailed description of what we were in for. he was. hilarious. whenever he talked i felt fine, it was only when he stopped that i started shivering and became nauseous with anxiety. 2 1/2 hours i sat in that room. 2 1/2 hours i listened as case after case was brought in front of the judge [failure to stop at a red light, driving without a license, no proof of insurance, driving in the wrong lane, etc etc etc]. 2 1/2 hours i went over in my head the most succinct way to explain my case without pissing off the judge ["this is not the place for you to tell your story - this is an arraignment. i read you your citation and ask you what you want to do and you say "not guilty," "guilty," or "no contest." if you plead not guilty, THEN you will have the opportunity to sit down and explain yourself at a later date"]. the last thing i wanted to do was come back to this place.
i sat through and listened to hours of the guilty and the guiltless, the infractions and the misdemeanors, the spanish and the korean, the young and the old, the women with babies and the woman with breast cancer. my leg shook uncontrollably [much like joe lydon's in french class] and i was freezing. i went to use the bathroom and saw a large sign with the dress-code: no tank tops, mini skirts, etc. my dress is freaking short today. i spent the rest of the morning trying to reveal the least amount of thigh.
finally i heard my name and i moved up front. closer, now.
the rows in front of me all moved up to the bench and i knew my time was near.
it was soon my time to sit before the judge. i moved up to the bench of doom, flanked by 3 older men.
"i can't believe we're the last ones," said the one to my left.
"yeah, but at least now no one else can hear what i did wrong."
i turn around and there are maybe 4 people left in the court room. that's what i get for showing up late. but hey, my stage fright is dissipating.
"ok, next we have jessica neilson"
"hi"
"your ticket is for driving without registration. do you have proof of registration- oh yes, it looks like you do"
:as i hand my new car's registration to the court officer: "my car wouldn't pass the smog test so i couldn't register it so i went out and bought a new car."
"ok, so that's not the registration for the old car. it's for the new car. so that's not reeeally fixing it. "
"...ohh...."
"do you have proof that you no longer have the old car?"
"no-"
"how am i supposed to know? "
"no..i'm in the process of donating it."
"so you still have your old car."
"yes, in my garage."
"ah, ok. well..at least it's good that you're not driving it if it won't pass the smog.."
:looks at me for a moment and gives what i believe to be a tiny smile:
"ok. just this once, i'm going to dismiss this. $25 dismissal fee. just make sure and get rid of the car." :another smile?
i left feeling elated, proud, and like a good person.
the whole time i was up there she was rambling on looking down at her papers, but i swore i sensed something change as soon as she took a moment to make eye contact with me. i felt like for the split second that she looked up and at me that she could tell that i was a good person and that i really did try. i bought a new car, for pete's sake. it was as if she knew i had never been in trouble, had never been pulled over, and would never be back in that court room again.
and who knows, i may be completely crazy. it's very possible i imagined those hints of smiles. and with only 3 more people to go after me, maybe she just wanted to get the hell out of there.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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Friday, March 5, 2010
synchronous synchronicity?
i was just overloaded with synchronicity.
i haven't used my lala account in ages, but felt like listening to 'moon river' by andy williams this morning and so i went on to lala and listened, where i had added it to my playlist months and months ago.
just a few moments ago i got an email from a friend, inviting me to join lala.
so i sent him a message telling him about how i had just used it this morning for the first time in forever, and it was funny that he should choose today to invite me.
then he said that right before i had sent him that message, an avett brothers song had come on his lala playlist and he had been thinking of me as my message popped up.
then he said 'there's a word for that..'
and i immediately said 'synchronicity!'
and then told him that i had just been talking about synchronicity this morning after chris ordered sumatran coffee online 30 seconds before i saw on cnn that there had just been an earthquake in sumatra.
my head is about to implode.
i haven't used my lala account in ages, but felt like listening to 'moon river' by andy williams this morning and so i went on to lala and listened, where i had added it to my playlist months and months ago.
just a few moments ago i got an email from a friend, inviting me to join lala.
so i sent him a message telling him about how i had just used it this morning for the first time in forever, and it was funny that he should choose today to invite me.
then he said that right before i had sent him that message, an avett brothers song had come on his lala playlist and he had been thinking of me as my message popped up.
then he said 'there's a word for that..'
and i immediately said 'synchronicity!'
and then told him that i had just been talking about synchronicity this morning after chris ordered sumatran coffee online 30 seconds before i saw on cnn that there had just been an earthquake in sumatra.
my head is about to implode.
blogger annoyance, pt. 3
don't worry, i'm not skipping pt. 2, it was just titled as something else.
this is my 3rd complaint against blogger.
here it is.
why do i get email alerts when i comment on my own blog?
this is my 3rd complaint against blogger.
here it is.
why do i get email alerts when i comment on my own blog?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
just another day in studio city
after buying fresh tangelos and artichokes from the farmers market on sunday, matt and i walked across the street to trader joes to get some steaks for grilling. we checked out at our friend jesse's register, and while she was ringing up our food stuffs, i glanced 2 registers over and saw two very famous people: william h macy and felicity huffman. AH. i turned around to matt and in my best i-see-someone-awesome-and-i-want-to-run-over-there-but-that's-not-cool-so-i'm-going-to-try-really-REALLY-hard-to stay-calm voice i loudly whispered with eyes as big as the moon, 'ah! over there! william h macy! ah!'
'what, you see someone famous?' asked jesse, nonchalantly.
'YES. YES.'
i got a few good glances in before i made an actual attempt at being discreet. william was wearing tiny tiny jogging shorts, had long hair, john lennon sun glasses, and a large wool hat, brown with some pinkish design. felicity was wearing sunglasses and long sleeves and long pants, but very obviously is in very good shape. both of them. i expected william h macy to be a bit scrawnier, but boy is ripped.
we went outside where i pretended to use my iphone for something until they walked out past us. we walked back through the parking lot to get to our bikes across the street and passed them as they got into their big black mercedes.
ugh.
i know 'actors are real people, too' but if that's true, how come i feel as if i am in the presence of GODS when i see some of them?
'what, you see someone famous?' asked jesse, nonchalantly.
'YES. YES.'
i got a few good glances in before i made an actual attempt at being discreet. william was wearing tiny tiny jogging shorts, had long hair, john lennon sun glasses, and a large wool hat, brown with some pinkish design. felicity was wearing sunglasses and long sleeves and long pants, but very obviously is in very good shape. both of them. i expected william h macy to be a bit scrawnier, but boy is ripped.
we went outside where i pretended to use my iphone for something until they walked out past us. we walked back through the parking lot to get to our bikes across the street and passed them as they got into their big black mercedes.
ugh.
i know 'actors are real people, too' but if that's true, how come i feel as if i am in the presence of GODS when i see some of them?
mmmm home depot
i also really REALLY love the smell of hardware stores, specifically lowe's and home depot.
i also enjoy going to the store for one thing and coming home with an entire carful of something else [ie. plants].
tim was mounting the tv on the wall last night, but didn't have the correct screws. it was 8:39 pm. thinking that perhaps our earthquake would hit during the night, and what a shame it would be for the television to fall over after being so close, we decided to jump in the car that instant and get to the store before our assumed 9pm deadline [what hardware store stays open past 9:oo?].
home depot does, it seems.
with minutes to spare we arrived at the front door and found what we were looking for. 9pm came and went, and we realized we had more time than we thought.
to the garden section.
lots of money later, and our offices and rooms are brighter and livelier than they were yesterday.
i love plants.
i also enjoy going to the store for one thing and coming home with an entire carful of something else [ie. plants].
tim was mounting the tv on the wall last night, but didn't have the correct screws. it was 8:39 pm. thinking that perhaps our earthquake would hit during the night, and what a shame it would be for the television to fall over after being so close, we decided to jump in the car that instant and get to the store before our assumed 9pm deadline [what hardware store stays open past 9:oo?].
home depot does, it seems.
with minutes to spare we arrived at the front door and found what we were looking for. 9pm came and went, and we realized we had more time than we thought.
to the garden section.
lots of money later, and our offices and rooms are brighter and livelier than they were yesterday.
i love plants.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
you should dare to eat me.
i made non-traditional rice krispie treats the other day.
they are both dairy and gluten free. though i suppose all rice krispie treats are gluten free...
anyhow -
recipe below.
Crispy Rice Chocolately Treats
4 c brown rice crisps
2/3 cup dark chocolate chips [or some dark chocolate bars all chopped up, like i did]
1/2 cup smooth almond butter
5 T raw agave nectar
1 T vanilla extract
1/2 t ground cinnamon
Place rice krispies and chocolate in a large bowl.
On the stove over medium-low, heat the almond butter and the agave until it is warm and syrup-like. Remove from the heat and add in the vanilla and the cinnamon.
Pour syrup mixture over the cereal and chocolate and mix together until cereal is coated.
Use cooking spray to grease the bottom of a 7x11 or 9x11 baking dish. Pour in the mixture and pat down with a greased fork or wet fingers and let chill in the refrigerator for a bit before serving in small squares.
and that's it!
***********************
they turned out alright. SUPER sweet. they are traditionally made with raisins, not chocolate [ha.] so that could have something to do with it. that, or maybe just add less agave?
either way, this dessert should delight vegans near and far :) enjoy!
they are both dairy and gluten free. though i suppose all rice krispie treats are gluten free...
anyhow -
recipe below.
Crispy Rice Chocolately Treats
4 c brown rice crisps
2/3 cup dark chocolate chips [or some dark chocolate bars all chopped up, like i did]
1/2 cup smooth almond butter
5 T raw agave nectar
1 T vanilla extract
1/2 t ground cinnamon
Place rice krispies and chocolate in a large bowl.
On the stove over medium-low, heat the almond butter and the agave until it is warm and syrup-like. Remove from the heat and add in the vanilla and the cinnamon.
Pour syrup mixture over the cereal and chocolate and mix together until cereal is coated.
Use cooking spray to grease the bottom of a 7x11 or 9x11 baking dish. Pour in the mixture and pat down with a greased fork or wet fingers and let chill in the refrigerator for a bit before serving in small squares.
and that's it!
***********************
they turned out alright. SUPER sweet. they are traditionally made with raisins, not chocolate [ha.] so that could have something to do with it. that, or maybe just add less agave?
either way, this dessert should delight vegans near and far :) enjoy!
spencer tunick
if you have not seen this man's work, you should do so immediately.
it is amazing and beautiful.
and he was raised not far from where i grew up.
so,
that's cool, too.
www.spencertunick.com
Mexico City 3 (Zócalo, MUCA/UNAM Campus) 2007
Switzerland, Aletsch Glacier 1 (Greenpeace) 2007
Barcelona 1 (Institut de Cultura) 2003
Netherlands 6 (Dream Amsterdam Foundation) 2007
it is amazing and beautiful.
and he was raised not far from where i grew up.
so,
that's cool, too.
www.spencertunick.com
Mexico City 3 (Zócalo, MUCA/UNAM Campus) 2007
Switzerland, Aletsch Glacier 1 (Greenpeace) 2007
Barcelona 1 (Institut de Cultura) 2003
Netherlands 6 (Dream Amsterdam Foundation) 2007
hahahahaha. what was that? i wasn't listening.
do you ever find yourself in a conversation with someone, looking them in the eye and even laughing at what they're saying, but honestly having NO idea what they have just said because you can only focus on the horrible cramps you are having?
i do.
.and i don't mean these kind of cramps.
i do.
.and i don't mean these kind of cramps.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
where are your manners?
i just took a quick respite from work to walk down the road to the newsstand to look for last week's issue of Billboard magazine.
while meandering down the walk of fame, past the crowded bus stops, the hokey souvenir shops and the alleys reeking of piss and shit, stepping on the names of those once adored, i passed a homeless man sitting against a building. he asked for the spare change, as per usual, but instead of the oft-heard 'got any change? got any change? got any change?' he made it personal.
'do you have any spare change so i can get some dinner tonight?'
i kept walking, eyes straight ahead, but decided on my way back that i would give him a dollar. for some reason he got me.
flash forward 3 minutes to my arrival at the newsstand. i ask the man at the register, who appears to be writing music, if he has any back issues of the magazine i am looking for. he does not, so i buy this week's issue, on whose cover there is a photo of a guitar case filled with money. "how nice would it be to have a guitar case full of money?" he asks me.
"so nice" i reply.
"what's the first thing you'd buy?"
"a nice vacation."
"oh yeah? where would you go?"
"mmm. africa."
"oh? why africa?"
"well i've always wanted to go to africa, it's just so far and not something i can afford right now."
"where in africa would you go? south africa?"
"well, i think it would be really great to climb mount kilimanjaro someday. so you know, some tanzania action."
"ah! you're an adventurous one! i've always like girls with a little bit of a sense of adventure. what is your name?"
"jessica"
"hi jessica, i'm edward" :shakes hands:
"nice to meet you, edward. thank you!"
"thank YOU, jessica"
after this lovely interaction, i power-walked back in the direction i came. i was feeling good, even after having just spent $7.67 on a magazine [but edward threw in 2 cents for me. what a nice guy.]. i soon saw my homeless man up ahead on the right. i separated my two dollar bills in my pocket so that i wouldn't accidentally give him both. heh. as i was the only one passing him at that moment, i thought he would ask me for change, i would whip out a whole dollar from my pocket, gently place it into his grubby hands, he would give me a huge toothy smile, thank me profusely, maybe a "god bless you," and i would be on my way.
instead:
i approach him and he glances my way. he doesn't ask me for anything, but i've already started fumbling in my pocket, so i hand him money he hasn't requested. he holds his cigarette in one hand, takes my dollar in the other, and immediately goes back to what he was doing. smoking and staring at the ground.
i don't even think he looked me in the eye. no thank you, no "god bless," not even a mumble that i could then try to decipher. nothing.
i kept walking, kind of mad at this homeless, moneyless man for not thanking me. i continued walking, trying to understand why he had seemed so ungrateful, when i looked to my left and saw what was most like human feces sitting in the dirt next to a tree.
awesome.
i just can't win.
while meandering down the walk of fame, past the crowded bus stops, the hokey souvenir shops and the alleys reeking of piss and shit, stepping on the names of those once adored, i passed a homeless man sitting against a building. he asked for the spare change, as per usual, but instead of the oft-heard 'got any change? got any change? got any change?' he made it personal.
'do you have any spare change so i can get some dinner tonight?'
i kept walking, eyes straight ahead, but decided on my way back that i would give him a dollar. for some reason he got me.
flash forward 3 minutes to my arrival at the newsstand. i ask the man at the register, who appears to be writing music, if he has any back issues of the magazine i am looking for. he does not, so i buy this week's issue, on whose cover there is a photo of a guitar case filled with money. "how nice would it be to have a guitar case full of money?" he asks me.
"so nice" i reply.
"what's the first thing you'd buy?"
"a nice vacation."
"oh yeah? where would you go?"
"mmm. africa."
"oh? why africa?"
"well i've always wanted to go to africa, it's just so far and not something i can afford right now."
"where in africa would you go? south africa?"
"well, i think it would be really great to climb mount kilimanjaro someday. so you know, some tanzania action."
"ah! you're an adventurous one! i've always like girls with a little bit of a sense of adventure. what is your name?"
"jessica"
"hi jessica, i'm edward" :shakes hands:
"nice to meet you, edward. thank you!"
"thank YOU, jessica"
after this lovely interaction, i power-walked back in the direction i came. i was feeling good, even after having just spent $7.67 on a magazine [but edward threw in 2 cents for me. what a nice guy.]. i soon saw my homeless man up ahead on the right. i separated my two dollar bills in my pocket so that i wouldn't accidentally give him both. heh. as i was the only one passing him at that moment, i thought he would ask me for change, i would whip out a whole dollar from my pocket, gently place it into his grubby hands, he would give me a huge toothy smile, thank me profusely, maybe a "god bless you," and i would be on my way.
instead:
i approach him and he glances my way. he doesn't ask me for anything, but i've already started fumbling in my pocket, so i hand him money he hasn't requested. he holds his cigarette in one hand, takes my dollar in the other, and immediately goes back to what he was doing. smoking and staring at the ground.
i don't even think he looked me in the eye. no thank you, no "god bless," not even a mumble that i could then try to decipher. nothing.
i kept walking, kind of mad at this homeless, moneyless man for not thanking me. i continued walking, trying to understand why he had seemed so ungrateful, when i looked to my left and saw what was most like human feces sitting in the dirt next to a tree.
awesome.
i just can't win.
Monday, March 1, 2010
right now
this is how i am feeling:
there is a chirping in this office that sounds remarkably like a cricket on crack. it won't stop.
i suppose it could be the light. or something else. i'm not sure how often the 4pm crickets come out in los angeles.
a car just screeched by outside. my car screeched the other day and i got embarrassed, mainly because i didn't intend to squeal and i didn't want people to get the wrong idea about me [what idea would that be? i don't know. that i'm a no-good, careless youth who wants to squeal so everyone will look and see how cool i am when i'm really not cool at all because squealing does not, in fact, make you look cool? at least in my eyes?]. now, my driving habits are not perfect, no. yes, i text while i drive. i eat while i drive. i do things other than keep my eyes on the road. but i don't peel out. you know how you can trust that i don't do such things? i just had to look up whether it was 'peal' or 'peel.'
do you like my new tunic?
i bought it at target [the only place i can afford to get new clothes other than goodwill and erica's closet [yes, a friend, not a store]].
hmm. what else.
i have a good story from friday night, but i will save that for a blog post above this one.
i've been using the burt's bees milk & honey lotion that i got for christmas a lot lately. i keep it in my bag and apply it multiple times a day. it is so nice. i haven't used it in ages. i used to have a burt's bees sample pack with 3 little bottles of different lotions. it was before i understood how great burt's was, and i let these lotions go to waste. they were left in the hot hot heat and became watery and were no longer conducive to moisturizing. but now, i have learned, my friends, and this bottle will not stand to be wasted. i promise you this.
i watched the usa v canada hockey game yesterday afternoon. it was a tough one. i knew if canada won, i would be sad that my country did not win. but i knew if we did win, i would feel worse that canada had lost. so amongst all of the 'USA! USA! USA! HOLY CRAP OT! GO AMERICA! WOO USA! OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THIS IS AMAZING, USA USA!! AMERICA IS THE BEST!' facebook statuses, i found myself quietly rooting for a team that was not my own.
and we won :)
there is a chirping in this office that sounds remarkably like a cricket on crack. it won't stop.
i suppose it could be the light. or something else. i'm not sure how often the 4pm crickets come out in los angeles.
a car just screeched by outside. my car screeched the other day and i got embarrassed, mainly because i didn't intend to squeal and i didn't want people to get the wrong idea about me [what idea would that be? i don't know. that i'm a no-good, careless youth who wants to squeal so everyone will look and see how cool i am when i'm really not cool at all because squealing does not, in fact, make you look cool? at least in my eyes?]. now, my driving habits are not perfect, no. yes, i text while i drive. i eat while i drive. i do things other than keep my eyes on the road. but i don't peel out. you know how you can trust that i don't do such things? i just had to look up whether it was 'peal' or 'peel.'
do you like my new tunic?
i bought it at target [the only place i can afford to get new clothes other than goodwill and erica's closet [yes, a friend, not a store]].
hmm. what else.
i have a good story from friday night, but i will save that for a blog post above this one.
i've been using the burt's bees milk & honey lotion that i got for christmas a lot lately. i keep it in my bag and apply it multiple times a day. it is so nice. i haven't used it in ages. i used to have a burt's bees sample pack with 3 little bottles of different lotions. it was before i understood how great burt's was, and i let these lotions go to waste. they were left in the hot hot heat and became watery and were no longer conducive to moisturizing. but now, i have learned, my friends, and this bottle will not stand to be wasted. i promise you this.
i watched the usa v canada hockey game yesterday afternoon. it was a tough one. i knew if canada won, i would be sad that my country did not win. but i knew if we did win, i would feel worse that canada had lost. so amongst all of the 'USA! USA! USA! HOLY CRAP OT! GO AMERICA! WOO USA! OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THIS IS AMAZING, USA USA!! AMERICA IS THE BEST!' facebook statuses, i found myself quietly rooting for a team that was not my own.
and we won :)
Friday, February 5, 2010
i also love
the smell of the air that comes out of matt's car's vents.
i don't know what it is.
but when he puts the heat on.
or the air conditioner on.
or just the air.
i really cannot get enough of the smell and i will sit forward in my seat to get closer to the vent and actively breathe this scent in.
i don't know what it is.
it will probably give me cancer.
i don't know what it is.
but when he puts the heat on.
or the air conditioner on.
or just the air.
i really cannot get enough of the smell and i will sit forward in my seat to get closer to the vent and actively breathe this scent in.
i don't know what it is.
it will probably give me cancer.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
i do i do i doo-ooo
i love the smell of a vacuum cleaner when it is first turned on.
i am just realizing this.
as i sit on my butt while someone else vacuums the rug around me.
mmmmm.
i am just realizing this.
as i sit on my butt while someone else vacuums the rug around me.
mmmmm.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
well that lasted
i was going to boycott the cafe after my experience there yesterday.
but i really. REALLY. wanted an egg sandwich.
sorry, will power.
but i really. REALLY. wanted an egg sandwich.
sorry, will power.
i'm so hollywood
but i'm not.
i went to the 'when in rome' premiere party last night. in attendance [that i saw, at least] were rose mcgowan, justin long, and fergie. this was exciting. i stared from afar, or from nearby, in some cases, and acted cool. because that's what you gotta do in this town. unless you meet the avett brothers and just cannot contain yourself [see below.]
i spent the drive home marveling over the fact that i, jessica neilson, from little red hook ny, was just at a feature film premiere after party in hollywood with celebrities. matt talked about how when he was younger, anything his dad ever did before he had kids was the coolest thing ever. you used to play guitar at coffee shops?? COOL!! well now i can tell my kids that i partied with [:using this word loosely:] famous people. and i think that's pretty cool.
i went to the 'when in rome' premiere party last night. in attendance [that i saw, at least] were rose mcgowan, justin long, and fergie. this was exciting. i stared from afar, or from nearby, in some cases, and acted cool. because that's what you gotta do in this town. unless you meet the avett brothers and just cannot contain yourself [see below.]
i spent the drive home marveling over the fact that i, jessica neilson, from little red hook ny, was just at a feature film premiere after party in hollywood with celebrities. matt talked about how when he was younger, anything his dad ever did before he had kids was the coolest thing ever. you used to play guitar at coffee shops?? COOL!! well now i can tell my kids that i partied with [:using this word loosely:] famous people. and i think that's pretty cool.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
yes.
NEW YORK (CNNMoney.com) -- General Motor's Swedish Saab brand has been saved from certain death thanks to a last-minute deal with Dutch exotic car builder Spyker.
Spyker has agreed to pay $74 million in cash and $326 million in preferred stock in a new Saab that will emerge from this deal. The Swedish government has agreed to guarantee a $563 million (400 million Euro) European Investment Bank loan for Saab.
Spyker, founded in 2000, makes exotic sports cars costing more than $200,000. Only 250 have ever been sold. This year, the carmaker hopes to sell 100 of its Spyker cars worldwide. Spyker production was moved from the Netherlands to Great Britain late last year.
"Today's announcement is great news for Saab employees, dealers and suppliers, great news for millions of Saab customers and fans worldwide, and great news for GM," said John Smith, GM vice president for corporate planning and alliances, in a corporate announcement.
The deal is expected to close in mid-February, GM said.
As part of the deal, Spyker Cars will change its name to Saab Spyker Cars
"We are very much looking forward to being part of the next chapter in Saab's illustrious history," said Spyker CEO Victor Muller in statement. "Saab is an iconic brand that we are honored to shepherd."
Saab had been on the verge of launching two new models, a redesigned 9-5 mid-size car and the new 9-4X crossover SUV. Those launches will now continue, Smith said, with GM providing parts and support.
The 9-5 is already being produced Sweden, Spyker said. GM is producing the 9-4X, which is closely related to the new Cadillac SRX, in its Mexican factory.
Saab Spyker is expected to take over relationships with Saab's U.S. dealer network, Smith said. Warranty support will continue without interruption, he said.
"A bright spot for Saab, and potentially why Spyker worked so hard to acquire it, is some of the solid new product in its GM-based pipeline," said James Bell, an analyst with the Kelley Blue Book's KBB.com.
Saab is one of four brands, along with Hummer, Saturn and Pontiac, that GM is dropping as it attempts to restructure itself since emerging from bankruptcy in June. A deal to sell Saturn to the Penske Automotive Group fell through when Penske could not find a partner to supply cars for the brand.
A deal has been signed to sell Hummer to China's Sichuan Tengzhong Heavy Industrial Machinery Co., but that deal is on hold pending approval by the Chinese government. No attempt was ever made to sell Pontiac.
Another supercar maker, Sweden's Koenigsegg Group AB, had dropped negotiations to buy Saab in November. Since the end of 2009, Saab has officially been in a "wind down" mode even as GM said it was considering bids from outside investors, including Spyker, which has announced several revised offers in an attempt to reach a deal.
Spyker's motto, emblazoned over the logo on their cars, which as an airplane propeller over an old fashioned wire car wheel, is "Nulla tenaci invia est via." ("For the tenacious, no road is impassable.")
http://money.cnn.com/2010/01/26/autos/saab_spyker_deal/index.htm?postversion=2010012615
srsly?
i wanted coffee this morning. so i got up out of my desk and walked over to the cafe on the lot. i pumped my to-go mug full of starbucks coffee and then put in 3 pumps of french vanilla coffee-mate concentrated creamer [my new obsession]. during my walk to the cafe i had decided i wanted breakfast, too.
[just the other day i made the most amazing discovery. i can get one egg for $0.60 and 2 pieces of toast for $1.20. i can then take both of these things back to my desk and make my own sandwich. for $1.80. oh em gee.]
anyway. this is a new discovery so naturally i got really excited when i remembered my genius and decided i was once again going to pull one over on everyone.
so.
i got my coffee. i went up to the register with a big smile and started to order my food. "HI. i would love one scrambled egg-"
"-we are no longer serving breakfast."
"oh. what? when did you stop?"
"at 11."
"oh...what time is it?"
"11:05."
"oh. okk... just the coffee, then..."
"$2.10."
"$2.10???"
:sees the $2 in my hand: "that will be fine"
"uhh"
"ok nevermind, i will charge you for a small. $1.90"
:sadly hands over 2 dollars:
:opens register, there is no money in it: "hold on, let me get some change" :begins to walk to the back:
"don't worry about it."
"no?"
"no."
i left and came back to my desk.
i looked at the time in the corner of my computer.
11:02.
what a horrible experience.
[just the other day i made the most amazing discovery. i can get one egg for $0.60 and 2 pieces of toast for $1.20. i can then take both of these things back to my desk and make my own sandwich. for $1.80. oh em gee.]
anyway. this is a new discovery so naturally i got really excited when i remembered my genius and decided i was once again going to pull one over on everyone.
so.
i got my coffee. i went up to the register with a big smile and started to order my food. "HI. i would love one scrambled egg-"
"-we are no longer serving breakfast."
"oh. what? when did you stop?"
"at 11."
"oh...what time is it?"
"11:05."
"oh. okk... just the coffee, then..."
"$2.10."
"$2.10???"
:sees the $2 in my hand: "that will be fine"
"uhh"
"ok nevermind, i will charge you for a small. $1.90"
:sadly hands over 2 dollars:
:opens register, there is no money in it: "hold on, let me get some change" :begins to walk to the back:
"don't worry about it."
"no?"
"no."
i left and came back to my desk.
i looked at the time in the corner of my computer.
11:02.
what a horrible experience.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
welcome back
welcome back to your online journal, jessica. otherwise known as your blog. that two people read. i can't believe you have been MIA for one month. one month exactly. what were you thinking?? you know that your two readers have been sitting and waiting with bated breath for you to return. you know they have nothing else to do but laze around and read your blog. and you kept it from them? what, do you get off on being withholding? do you enjoy playing hard to get? whatever your reason, you deserve a kick in the butt and THEY deserve an apology. so apologize, jessica. apologize for not giving these people their daily dose of your life. and mean it.
..i'm sorry.
..i'm sorry.
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