i mean, seriously

Douchebag chem teacher cancelled date TEN HOURS before said date was to commence.

Fuck him, fuck dating, and fuck ramen noodles.

shoppin'

Did you know that a fella published a book of discarded grocery lists? It's true.

He even created a site whereby you may download and print off the "ultimatest" grocery list for your personal use. You are instructed to leave it in your cart (or here in NYC, I assume he means your basket -- most grocery aisles ain't big enough for no buggies) and s/he who finds it is to mail it to the P.O. box listed.

This got me thinking of my own grocery list that I wrote a mere two hours ago. Read it and weep:

* raspberries or blueberries
* broccoli
* cherry vanilla yogurt
* luna bars
* gala apples
* string cheese
* frozen meals
* all-purpose flour
* soy margarine
* silken tofu
* brown sugar
* cocoa powder
* plain soy milk

What about you?

pigskin

Tonight is the first night o' college ball in KB's Pick'em and I've got my money on LSU and Oregon State.

Fingers crossed!

two years later

channeling dr. huang

In my constant quest for knowledge (and to make everyone declare exasperatingly, "Now, wait just a minute. Last week you wanted to be a pastry chef!"), I've decided to take a course in forensic psychology at CUNY in October.

Knowing me, upon completion of said course, I will be heading to the NYPD recruitment office or some shit.

Hey, listen: it's not that I don't know what I wanna be when I grow up, okay?

It's just that I wanna be too many things.

r.i.p. devi

The restaurant where I celebrated my 30th birthday with KM, KB, SM, Scarny (who was celebrating his 28th), and my bro is officially DUNZO.

What a shame. This means that KB and I will have to do our $100 tasting menu outing somewhere else, I suppose.

baby doll

I honestly think you're very sweet, lil'-co-worker-who-sits-behind-me, but I really don't care about the fact that you're spending your lunch hour buying skinny jeans and knee-high boots for your 4-year old daughter.

In fact, it sort of scares me.

more things to-do

Here and here.

to-do

What is on your list?

On mine...

* Take a tap-dancing class on Broadway
* Eat a hot dog at a New York MLB game
* Bake sourdough bread from scratch
* Eat street food in Thailand
* Sunbathe in St. Tropez
* Bake my grandfather's lemon meringue pie
* Sell a photograph
* Finish "Infinite Jest"
* Kayak the ocean waters around Kauai
* Eat lobster in Maine
* Publish an article
* Knit a sweater
* Drink cafe au lait in Paris

...among others.

mais oui

Je me demande si ces applications de traduction fonctionnent vraiment ou si je parle dans quelles quantités au Français cassé?

The Fortune Cookie Application on my Facebook page told me today that my "relationship status will soon change".

That's laughable.

(Do I, however, still need to follow that fortune with "...in bed"?)

Why am I even on Facebook? Can't remember who invited me. The constant upkeep of multiple social networking sites is exhausting. I've even been suckered into Twittering now and we'll see how long that lasts.

Moving on.

Yo yo yo, more "Wire" talk: I can't even belieeeeeeeeeeeve that Stringer Bell (who is hot as a whore in church) had the audacity to...

Um.

(Those of you who have seen Season Two know what I'm talkin' about. Damn, son.)

More work completed on beret. Check.

More resumes sent out. Check check.

More chit chat with the chem teacher. Checkmate.

Tra la la. Aujourd'hui était une bonne journée.

En toute langue.

throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thang

My dad has always echoed Aaliyah in his assertion that "age ain't nothin' but a number" (and it helps that his wife is 20 years his junior), so it doesn't surprise me to see him out on the race track this past weekend.



Not too bad for an old(er) gentleman!

i am not illiterate; no, not even a little bit

Contemplated trivia tonight but in light of the chilly weather, decided to hibernate instead. (Plus, Porkchop, Colleen argues that trivia is more of a fall activity and I'll just agree with her. Let's reconvene in autumn.)

I'm not regretting this decision (though some face-time with friends would be nice):

a) I'm halfway through three episodes of the second season of "The Wire" (I love this show I love this show I love this show and I want to hug Omar and light his cigarettes).

b) I'm working on a knitted beret to celebrate the brisk air.

c) I've now got two job interviews confirmed for the next week and a half (I'm jinxing myself, I know it).

d) I was recently asked out by a cute high school chemistry teacher (oh, Lord, am I jinxing myself).

Things is, y'know, a'ight tonight.

Oh, and right now, it just doesn't get any better for me than this.

I mean, seriously.

amour dans la cuisine

Summer's basically kaput.

Autumn's arriving shortly.

More importantly, however: Christmas is coming up in, oh, a little over four months, and thus I am giving everyone ample time to purchase les cadeaux pour moi.

I bought this back in January. I want more like it. Lots more. I want half ones and full ones. I want frilly ones. I want gingham-printed ones. I want to wear a different one every night as I whip up (veggie?) meatloaf in my kitchen while wearing 3" heels.

I want to decorate cakes in it. I want to bake brioche in it. I want to make overnight French toast with caramel walnut topping in it.

I also want many kitschy sets of these.

Merci, mes amis!

bueno

Taco field outing -- finally!

Went with KM, Jendy, and Pau and ate a chorizo huarache as big as my face. (No, I did not finish it all.) Washed it down with a fresh watermelon lemonade.

More pics here.

And for info on the DOH/Red Hook taco drama, go here.

What a serious shame it would be to shut down these vendors, some of whom have been selling papusas, huaraches, and tacos for thirty years at this corner.

It's some of the best street food in the city -- and this city is known to be home to some of the best street food in the world.

how to smile

Walk 2.5 miles home, drink wine, eat dinner, knit, text friends, paint nails, surf Internet, smoke cigarette, watch "Larry King Live", remember that you used to be interested in politics, remember that you used to frequent the gym, remember that you used to knit more often, remember that you used to not be addicted to the Internet, commit self to very little IMing for a while, commit self to very little MySpacing for a while, commit self to sending out myriad resumes on daily basis, watch "The Four Seasons", crush on Alan Alda, read hippie classic "Das Energi", journal, blog, think of something hilarious, laugh.

"When life hands you a lemon, put a slice of it in a PBR (as I learned from [KM] at the Annex), and just roll with it. It could be a lot worse." -- T.Rich

I have wise and wonderful friends.

vote with your life

Had great time having dinner and drinks at Joya with T.Rich last night, but y'know, that's a given. She completely normalizes me and I'm lucky to have her around.

She and I actually discussed me returning to my old company. Not to the job that I left, now, but rather to something different. It's a definite possibility. It would be nice to be able to hit up H&M on my lunch break again and there are old co-workers I miss seeing around.

I don't know.

Have you ever felt like something in life had to change and it didn't really matter what?

you're at least worth a little bourbon

Had a really good time with AC last night -- and as I know that he reads this site semi-regularly, I'll refrain from qualifying that with "surprisingly", though I'm sure he'd know what I meant.

We had three drinks at three separate establishments and ended the night splitting a Punjabi samosa with chickpeas, eaten while standing.

(I mean, it ain't no red wine prunes with marscapone, but not every evening can be so um, over the top. Thank God.)

In frowny and/or brow-furrowing news:

School is still up in the air. There are many, many pros and cons. My brother suggested to me yesterday I simply stay a student forever: a law degree, become a Registered Dietitian, take pastry classes... I'm pretty sure the money would run out quickly, however. (By "money" I mean "loans".)

I played hooky from work yesterday because I couldn't bear doing nothing for the 1000th day in a row. Oh, and when I say "nothing", I mean "nothing": even the frequency of my Gchatting has dropped off. Can't say I didn't see it coming.

Thought about going to see my Mom this weekend, but just received a text from KM: "Might be the last weekend for Red Hook tacos!"

Guess I'll stay in town.

Must get out of funk.

AC, maybe you should move back. We can eat Punjabi once a week together.

let it marinate

I'll be honest with you: I don't really want to finish "My Left Foot" and so I won't. I'll fall asleep tonight to a Google Video episode of "Charlie Rose".

Met Pau -- the Barcelonian version of Josh -- and he takes pictures of food, too! (Which reminds me, I should start taking pictures of food again. I should also reacquaint myself with the gym. I should also find a new job.)

KM and I split a dinner tonight of PBR and peanuts.

Tomorrow brings a drink with AC.

Think I want to be a baker and not a chef. A pastry chef, maybe, but not a run-of-the-mill-I-work-on-the-hot-line-at-a-New-York-restaurant-chef.

Think if I go away every weekend for the rest of the year, I'll be okay.

briefly

Friday: Loads of laundry, wine, texts, train to the 'burg, more wine, cigarettes, conversation, the Country Club, whiskey, Barcade, spinning, car home, kidnapping fears, lost way, stir fry, sleep.

Saturday: Freeman's, bacon, Bloody, Scarny, Beer Club, full bar, plans to nap, no napping, train to Clinton Hill, beers, chorizo, cigarettes, Garett, Paul, others, conversation, the Cherokee tribe, laughing, ice water, frowning, piggyback ride, walk, sleep.

Sunday: Walk, train to Park Slope, Clemen's, Key Foods, loads of laundry, Hot 97, phone calls, "The Wire", "My Left Foot"...

you are what you eat, teacher, one year later

Occupation:
Teacher/night school teacher.

Relationship status:
Single.

Location:
Athens, GA.

What did you eat yesterday?

Breakfast:
1/2 peach/kiwi smoothie, one piece of Wasa, coffee.

Lunch...
Soy cheddar and tomato sandwich with olives and banana peppers on Luna whole wheat bread, one lime Primal Strip and a banana.

Snack...
Low sodium can of V8 and a hickory smoked Primal Strip.

Dinner...
House salad with tofu from The Grit with a side of honey mustard dressing and a PBR; a glass of Merlot later and a small piece of Dove chocolate.

What do you never eat?
Meatloaf, hamburgers, beets.

In my refrigerator, you can always find:
Soy milk, whole wheat bread, jars of pickles, oatmeal, dark chocolate, yellow BBQ sauce, cheese and soy cheese as well as a random assortment of fresh vegetables.

In my freezer, you can always find:
Veggie burgers, coffee, frozen vegetables.

What is your favorite kitchen item?
My cast iron skillet.

Where do you eat out most frequently?
Athens' various assortment of Mexican and other Latin restaurants.

World ends tomorrow. What would you like for your last meal?
Soto's non-existent 17 course prix fixe dinner.