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I've jumped ship and moved to Tumblr!

2011-01-03T18:36:00.002-05:00

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Dreamscape

2010-08-17T10:40:00.002-04:00

I watched DREAMSCAPE last night, which was released in 1984. My initial thoughts are: 1) how did we ever think synthesizer music created a sense of dread (you’re pushing two keys over and over again! that’s not scary!) and, 2) feathered hair needs to make a comeback. In other words, the 80’s-ness of the movie trumped everything else it was trying to accomplish. Also, a key part of the plot hinged on Russia as THE ULTIMATE ENEMY. Ergo, this movie did not age well.

The reason I decided to watch this 80s time machine was due to my utter disappointment in the way dreams were treated in INCEPTION. The dreams in that movie were so blandly realistic and logical and hinted nothing towards the crossblend of meta-reality, fantasy & emotion that lingers with us when we wake. DREAMSCAPE does achieve more of the mystery of dreams (except for a hilarious snake monster, who unfortunately was meant to be anything but hilarious). Disappointingly, the rest of the movie was pretty unbelievable.

Needless to say, neither of these movies rank among the best of “dream” movies, which are:

1) Wizard of Oz
2) Mulholland Drive
3) Waking Life
4) Nightmare on Elm St.
5) Dream a Little Dream

Any I’m missing?

Trash Mobile?

2010-07-29T22:11:00.002-04:00

I passed this strange DIY mobile on the way to work this morning. I'm confused, did they intend to build a trash mobile? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Step 1) Do Not Mix Baking & Summer

2010-07-21T18:37:00.007-04:00

Not very smartly, I bought a muffin cookbook at the beginning of summer. It has all of these fabulous larger than life pics of muffins and pretty simple (ie. I'd actually make them) recipes. But, what was I thinking?! The thought of turning the oven on alone makes me break out in a sweat. That's sweat on top of the sweat this sweltering summer is already giving me! But I love love love baked goodies: muffins, cupcakes, cakes, cookies, pizza, oh my! Here's Him making THE BEST FOCACCIA I have ever tasted:

Escape to Ogunquit Beach

2010-07-20T20:22:00.013-04:00

Man oh man, did we need to get out of town. There's something claustrophobic about the city in the summer. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Boston. This place is like a summery magical kingdom compared to Texas. Maybe my apartment is too small and what seems cozy in the winter feels oppressive in the summer. Whatever it is, getting away feels so so good, even if just for a day.

Of course, we woke up late and struggled to remember basic things to take to the beach, it'd been so long. Of course, the car's power steering went out and we had to hang out in the Dunkin Donuts lot for half an hour. Of course, somebody forgot a towel. Of course, my sunglasses broke. But, we made it! And by golly, we left relaxed! And burned! Here we are enjoying ourselves:

Here's our hungover friend. When I asked him what he did the night before, he replied, "The redhead."

The perfect beach day ends with lobsters, of course. We drove to Portsmouth and found a spot right on the water. Ahhhhh.

Bike Burger Beer Band

2010-06-23T20:42:00.009-04:00

A couple of weekends ago, Him and I decided to take our bikes on an adventure. I did a little googling and discovered The Blackstone River Bikeway. Ultimately, the ambitious plan for this bikepath is for it to extend from Providence, RI to Worcester, MA. It's still a work in progress, but we were able to bike for a couple of hours along a beautiful path near Cumberland, RI. It was a sunny day and we practically had the path to ourselves. That never happens in Boston. Here's Him prepping for the ride:

And here he is along the verdant path:

It was gorgeous and relaxing. Nature was everywhere! Trees, meadows, ponds, rapids, you name it. And you never had to worry about watching out for cars. You could bike along without a care in the world. Here I am next to a waterfall:

After our nice dose of invigorating cardio, we drove to nearby Providence and had some tasty beers and burgers at Union Station Brewery. THEN, we went home, took a quick shower, and went to see these guys rock the house. Needless to say, it was an awesome day.

Tasty

2010-06-02T23:47:00.002-04:00

The boyfriend whipped this up for lunch the other day. No wonder I'm gaining weight.

Cranium & Penises

2010-05-25T21:14:00.008-04:00

Did I mention I had a birthday last week? I initially wanted to have a lowrider party where everyone could dress up as their favorite gang member and I could decorate with graffiti and mother marys, maybe rent a pit bull. However, realizing I'm more of a dreamer than a planner, I settled for margaritas & tacos. The night began with a racuous game of Cranium. Here I am attempting to hum a song for my team members to guess: And here is Ron being amazed a person can be so tone deaf:

Next, we had a grand idea to take the party international and logged onto Chat Roulette. It's a relatively new site and the concept is simple- turn on your webcam, go to the site, and randomly get paired with anyone else logged onto the site from around the world. Such a simple and innocent concept- or maybe that's just me. Well, let me tell you, after 10 minutes on the site I was innocent no more! Evidently, there are many penises around the world that are very lonely and want to chat. Who knew?! I guess penises have feelings, too.

Eventually, we did end up chatting with a guy in Israel with a penchant for neon posters. He would bring them up to the webcam so we could admire them fully. We also learned he is a fan of cheesesteaks.

And then I logged onto Lurid Digs. And surprisingly, everyone went home.

How Staying at my Friend's Place made me feel as if I was in a Bad 1970s Horror Movie

2010-05-23T22:19:00.008-04:00

We stayed at a friend's place in Brooklyn recently and this was on the bookshelf in our room: A little odd, right? Though I like that it says "with" and not "on."

They also had this prominently displayed:
I fear there's a reason that gnome is sticking his finger in the air, and I'm positive I don't want to know why.

Tapper is my new favorite game

2010-05-11T22:03:00.003-04:00

In the game, you're a bartender and you have to serve everyone at an ever quickening pace without letting any empty mugs smash to the ground. It's intense (just look at my face)! And I will always have a soft spot for cheesy 80s graphics. Here's me playing at Barcade in Brooklyn:

2010-02-19T13:41:00.000-05:00

Chia Goodness
via McSweeney's Review of New Foods
Submitted by Marina Koestler Ruben

I purchased the cereal Chia Goodness because it claimed to be "the most nutritious seed ever." (Its price was commensurate with its perceived self-importance.)

But I had trouble when I added milk. My first two attempts at chia prep yielded a gray glue dotted with equally gelatinous bulbous spheres. Think putrefying frog eggs or the evil, shrunken, dirty-dishwater stepsibling of bubble tea.

Chia sat blandly on the tongue with the crunch of kiwi seeds and the smooth casing of mini-eyeballs.

Drat. This was the latest in a string of my inadvisable purchases: hemp oil, açai juice, quinoa beverage. I had thrown each away. My husband, Adam, created a rule. In our newly no-waste household, you buy it, you eat it—particularly if you paid more than seven dollars for a small bag of cereal. I wanted to be chia-free, but how?

Fortunately, there was a double batch of cranberry-ginger chia muffins, as per an online Chia Goodness recipe. Better yet, I didn't have to make them. Adam volunteered, declaring with glee that he himself also contained the most nutritious seed ever.

That weekend, Adam made the muffins. The directions, in effect:

1. Salvage your decision to buy Chia Goodness by trading the remainder of your disposable income for muffin ingredients, including high-end crystallized ginger.

2. Combine ingredients. Obey an online typo that prompts you to add an extra two cups of water.

3. Wait. And wait. And wait and wait. While the outsides dry out and burn, the muffins' insides will stay unbearably gluey.

We gave our leftover muffins to my parents, who gave them to their Labrador Retriever, who died. (To be fair, the Lab had a preexisting condition. But the muffins couldn't have helped.)

Now bankrupt, disempowered, very hungry, and muttering "Chia Badness" under his breath, Adam sent an angry e-mail to the makers of Chia Goodness. He made our position clear: We did not like it in a box, with a fox, or as a chia-cranberry-ginger-water-water-water cocktail.

Quickly thereafter, Chia Goodness replied. They were sorry, so sorry, for our misfortune.

Be on the lookout, they wrote. In compensation, you should expect a free shipment of Chia Goodness.

We moved.

HIGH NOON

2009-11-13T15:18:00.006-05:00

Like a western version of Judge Dredd, but no lessons learned here!

No one really uses the term ‘high noon’ anymore. But I guess no one really gets challenged to duels anymore, either. Normally when it’s high noon, I’m thinking about escaping the cubicle for lunch. Sheriff Wil Kayne (played by Gary Cooper) would shake his head in sad disapproval if I told him that. Actually, he does a lot of disapproving in High Noon, since all of his friends abandon him as he readies to duel a returning band of outlaws. Actually, technically they aren’t outlaws; in fact, they were fairly sentenced by a jury and served their time. But that doesn’t matter a stinking bit to Sheriff Kayne, who’s incensed they weren’t hanged. Now, he’s determined to see justice served Kayne style. And henceforth unfolds a movie about an egotistical moralist who alienates himself from his friends, yet still gets Grace Kelly in the end. Ah, sweet justice.

The movie gets two big props for the opening song by Tex Ritter (John Ritter's daddy) and the smart, sexy Mexican businesslady who tells it like it is.

Get Your Leather On

2009-03-28T11:12:00.001-04:00

Leprechaun Sighting

2009-03-26T12:37:00.000-04:00

The Daily

2009-03-25T11:45:00.002-04:00

Just watched (video): Get On Your Boots by U2. I’m actually a little skeeved by 50 year old men singing about sexy boots.
Just watched (movie): Hiroshima, Mon Amour. A poetic metaphor for the bombing of Hiroshima. 4 stars out of 5. It’s quite good.
Cooked: Baked rigatoni with eggplant & sausage
Drinking: La Boca Malbec 2007 from Argentina. Just ok. Better if you let it breathe for a couple of days.
Studying: GRE math problems
Current song on repeat: Leave Our Boyfriends by Leona Naess

The Daily

2009-03-24T12:01:00.001-04:00

Interesting news: On CNN this morning, a Harvard professor detailed smart reasons for legalizing drugs.
Just ate: Toast and a glass of milk. My go-to snack of choice.
Latest restaurant: The Asgard in Cambridge. Pretty below average joint. I ordered fish tacos. The fish were fried pieces of blandness with barely anything else on the taco. Had to request salsa which tasted like the store bought El Paso brand.
Current fave (song): Jack Killed Mom by Jenny Lewis
Last night’s concert: Japan Night at TT Bears. Pretty fun time. We saw 4 bands which ranged from a masked musical game console player to a punk band named Samurai Attack. My favorite moments though were when they tried to speak to us in English. They didn’t know much, so they would just say things like, “We are cool band,” and “We all time crazy.” Good stuff.

The Daily List

2009-03-23T11:30:00.002-04:00

Just watched (movie): Duplicity. It’s fun, sexy & sassy, but that’s about it. Oh, and Clive is sex on fire.
Just watched (tv): Mad Men, Season 1. I heart the cinematography and art direction, but it’s moving at a glacial pace.
Started reading (book): Ulysses. I may have to quicken my normal 5 pages a day pace. Don’t want to finish it when my first child graduates college.
Just read (magazine): Allure. I’m not much of a magazine buyer (I’m more of a sit at a bookstore magazine reader), but I’ve been buying more lately to occupy my mind while I’m on the treadmill (which is more boring than death, in my opinion). Actually had some decent beauty advice on some anti-aging products (sadly, I now qualify).
Last restaurant: Pho Pasteur. I ate the WHOLE FREAKING BOWL. I never do that! I felt like when I walked I swished. Ugh.
Tonight’s event: Japan Night at TT Bears. One of Gem’s Japanese friends goes every year and says it’s a blast.
Spanish word of the day: la primavera = spring

A Litle Respect for TV

2009-02-24T18:59:00.002-05:00

Just finished the third season of THE WIRE and I figure it must be the HILL STREET BLUES of our time, although admittedly I never really watched that breakthrough show. (I only snatched bits of scenes as a wee kid since it aired when I still thought "darn" was a bad word.) From what I remember, they both deal with rampant crime as a cultural issue and focus on the conflicted cops who are told to reduce it simply by making arrests, which they know will never solve the problem. I was blown away by the first season of THE WIRE and mildly entertained by the second. This third though, really got me thinking about a subject that hasn't entered my mind in quite some time: the war on drugs. In THE WIRE, the police lieutenants are being told to reduce crime or lose their jobs, yet they're given no extra manpower or tools. So, one lieutenant decides to create a safe zone for drug dealing to ensure the safety of the rest of his streets. I won't give all of it away, but it reminded me of an issue that when I was growing up was one of the top priorities for our president. Now, you rarely hear about it. I know here in MA we recently voted to decriminalize marijuana possession (now you just pay a fine for up to an ounce), which is definitely heading in the opposite direction. I don't often hear of drug deaths here in Boston or any national news on the subject much at all anymore. Although, I have been reading a bit on the urban civil war in Mexico due to battling drug gangs and just read some latin american leaders are getting pissed and are asking for a change on our policy. I totally agree with them and can't believe a tv show (that wasn't on PBS) is what got me all fired up again about it all. Normally, tv is the medium I'm quickest to write off. But I can't wait for Season 4 and I just started watching MAD MEN, which is making me fascinated about a period I never gave much thought. And I've been sucked into LOST because its mythology is so confounding and potentially awesome. And BATTLESTAR GALACTICA! And 30 ROCK! And THE DAILY SHOW!! Guess I'm gonna have to start showing this ginormous boob tube in my living room a little more respect.

My Current Favorite Movies

2008-12-12T10:28:00.000-05:00

Dr. Strangelove
2001
Blowup
8 1/2
Bottle ROcket
A Woman is a Woman
Last of the Mohicans
Children of Men

This Post is Genius

2008-12-05T14:17:00.008-05:00

Somehow, someway, and despite my penchant for wearing nothing but pjs, I made it out of the house last night (properly clothed) to enjoy a night of sophisticated art and drinks. We visited the ICA’s new Tara Donovan exhibit and, let me tell you, that woman takes crafty to a whole new level. She takes regular household items, multiplies them to the power of gazillion, then creates surprising, identity-morphing forms. My particular favorite was “Haze,” which was a wall of straws. Yes, A WALL OF STRAWS. And it was genius! Hence the award. There was also a chandelier created out of paper cups that seemed so simple yet awesomely creative, it made me want to run home and start hot gluing paper products to my ceiling.

I thought better of it.

After feeling very cultural and impressed with ourselves, we decided we deserved some fancy schmancy drinks at a new concept bar that’s opened up in the recently trendified Fort Point area near the museum. The name of the bar is Drink. Yes, just Drink. By not having an impressive name, they automatically become impressive. Get it? Yeah. Anyway, the concept of Drink is there are no menus. I repeat, no menus!! I know, I know, you may be thinking to yourself, “That’s bedlam!” or "That's like every other bar!"

But in fact, it is also Genius.

Ok, here’s what you’re supposed to do: you go up to your super cheerful and super sweet (he really was! loved him!) bartender and tell him what you’re craving that night. For instance, my friend wanted a rum drink that wasn’t too sweet and I was craving a spicy vodka concoction. Then, he scurries away for about 10 minutes and returns with little liquid miracles. They were amazing. I think it helps that they make everything from scratch, including squeezing the juices right at the bar. I was reading one review on yelp and one person asked for a gin drink that would make him stop hating gin. Guess what. He’s ain’t a hater no more! Obviously, all of this attentiveness to our needs and high quality ingredients made me fear the bill. But get this! Every drink -no matter what- is $10.

Now, that is Genius.

I also covet:

2008-11-17T15:46:00.003-05:00

Not the lady, the LaserVue.

I covet this.

2008-11-17T10:10:00.002-05:00

Always take your news with a gallon of salt.

2008-11-13T15:43:00.003-05:00

This apparently false piece of trivia regarding Palin's knowledge was told to me by just about all of my friends. I will now suspend belief for all gossipy "news" comments I hear.

30 Rock! 30 Rock! 30 Rock!

2008-11-10T12:16:00.001-05:00

The Break Up [1.8]

[Man walks up to Liz at the bar]
Gentleman:Excuse me, is this seat taken?
Liz: [sighs] Really dude? I got to move my coat? There are like 4 empty seats over there - can't you just be cool?
[Man leaves]
Jenna: That guy wanted to buy you a drink!
Liz: Really? But I already have a drink. Do you think he'd buy me mozzarella sticks?

Wherein I Digress About a Killers Song

2008-11-08T12:50:00.002-05:00

The Killers - New Music - More Music Videos

Well, all of my sleeping was apparently due to my body preparing to fight a vicious virus. I’m coughing up a lung as I write this. I was hoping I would magically awake and have energy this morning, it being Saturday and all and my having already been battling this thing for most of the week, but noooooo. Yet again, my energy account is bankrupt. (Uf, a financial metaphor. Must. Stop. Reading. Newspaper.) So I’ve been lying around the apartment watching Plaza Sesamo and the video “Human” by the Killers, which every music station seems to be playing on a continuous loop. VH1 literally played it back to back. And the song ain’t all that. Although the lyrics are kinda amusing, not to mention I’m predetermined to like any Hunter S. Thompson reference (it refers to a quote of his about America raising a generation of dancers) because I’m plowing through Fear and Loathing and, well, he was one heck of a deadpan witty man.

Presciently, it seems, I bought a puzzle a couple of weeks ago and I have been rockin’ and rollin’ on that thing during my house rest. I don’t believe I’m bragging when I say, “I have a gift.” Yes, I said it out loud to myself. It’s a 1000 piece puzzle of beetles and I completed all of the borders BY MYSELF (with just the slightest bit of help from my apartment mate). What can I say? It seems it’s never too late to find yourself magical and amazing.

The High Life

2008-11-03T12:04:00.002-05:00

Currently watching: Bob Le Flambeur
Currently reading: Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas (in prep for my annual xmas in Vegas)
Currently listening: Vivian Girls
Currently eating: Seiyo’s Special Maki
Currently cooking: peanut butter chocolate chip cookies
Currently pushing: vote for decriminalizing marijuana! Ok, just an ounce, and you still get fined, but still.

I am a sleeping machine! Even though I literally just got back from vacation and only worked two days last week (and even gained an hour this weekend), I have slept an average of ten hours a night since Wednesday. Now that I think about it, maybe this is directly linked to my vacay. There’s no doubt about it, I am one relaxed girl. I even had some out of town visitors this weekend and we all slept 10 hours on Sat night. When does that happen??

I ended up taking them to Publick House, which is definitely one of the top bars in the Boston area (it’s in Brookline). It’s impossible to order a bad beer there. They specialize in Belgium beers but they have a lot of the top microbrews in the US, too. And because it’s so good, it’s usually loud and crowded by 8pm, so I scooted all of us out there by 5. My friends smartly ordered a flight (you can pick any 4 beers you want) and I started off with the Special Block 6, which I’ve determined is the champagne of beers (take that High Life!). Then, we sat around and started talking about notable bars, wherein I learned my boyfriend has pretty much been to every bar in Boston and Brooklyn (props, yo!). I also learned that some Dallas bars offer “set-ups” meaning if you bring your own liter of alcohol, they will provide the mixers, glasses and ice, because – get this- they don’t have the proper license for selling hard alcohol. This kind of thing only makes since in Dallas, apparently. And because they’re from Dallas, I had to take them to Deep Ellum because they’re the only other ones who would get it.

Then, I refused to shower or get out of my pjs all of Sunday and was in bed by 10. And, you know what? It was AWESOME.

Dear Lord, Please Let Him Win

2008-10-02T16:22:00.003-04:00

Obama 4 Yo Momma, originally uploaded by Damgaard (DamgaardPhotography.com).

Our new trivia team's name.

The Old & The Restive

2008-09-26T11:49:00.001-04:00

Is this financial crisis turning into one big soap opera or is it just me? In all of the articles I’ve read this morning, the government suits are two timing each other, being deceptive, getting jealous, and kissing to make up only to claw at each other’s faces again. I mean, that’s a typical week on All My Children, right?

In the news this morning, I learned WaMu was sold underhandedly by the government to JPMorgan while the CEO was mid-flight (deception!), coming as a complete surprise to the Board (drama!). And yesterday half the Congress believed a bail-out deal was moments away from being approved only to have some mavericks make a surprise announcement at the White House (the nerve!). Then, everyone starts blaming everyone else (vengeance!); and the Treasury secretary literally kneels in front of Nancy Pelosi to beg for help (sexy! (ok, almost sexy)).

And I haven’t even started in on McCain’s hide and seek regarding the debate tonight. This is getting way more interesting than eonline. NYT is my new gossip fodder. Yeehaw!

The National - Part 2

2008-08-29T11:40:00.002-04:00

The National, Abel - Part 2 (@ Lollapalooza) from Notyomomma on Vimeo.

The National @ Lollapalooza

2008-08-27T19:18:00.001-04:00

The National at Lollapalooza 2008 from Notyomomma on Vimeo.

The National at Lollapalooza

2008-08-25T17:13:00.001-04:00

Woman I

2008-08-07T14:26:00.002-04:00

Willem De Kooning, 1950-1952

Both a classical derivative and a fuck-off anti-establishment piece. Her eyes burn a hole into you defying her ambiguity.

Casper

2008-08-07T10:57:00.002-04:00

No Facebook - Blessington St, St Kilda, originally uploaded by avlxyz.

Last night I was talking to an old friend and he was asking about other old friends which made me ask why he wasn't on Facebook already. His response: "What's that?" He had an idea of what it was, but not really. In utter disbelief, I went on a tirade telling him all about it and how everyone's on it and how it's interesting for about five minutes and then you just feel compelled to log on because everyone else is doing it. And then this morning, I get emailed this.

I promptly called my latina mother to tell her I was 99% sure I was adopted.

And Another Concert

2008-08-06T09:28:00.001-04:00

The Duke Spirit @ le Nouveau Casino, Paris, 20/02/2008., originally uploaded by DPC★313.

Since the awesome stereophonics at Lollapalooza, I've realized how crappy the sound systems are at the local clubs. The Duke Spirit still rocked it, though.

One Warm Canine and Chicken Tail Alcohol, please.

2008-08-05T16:26:00.000-04:00

What a Weekend

2008-08-05T12:40:00.001-04:00

Explosions in the Sky, originally uploaded by Robert Loerzel.

There's something so unique and wonderful about music festivals. Instead of the usual concert experience where you sit through a couple of mediocre bands to finally see your band and then after about an hour of moderate head swaying and enjoyable music, you all file out and go home- at Lollaplooza, you dance energetically with all of the other excited fans and you move from one awesome band to the next while stopping to listen to other incredible bands you've never heard of in between. And Grant Park is such a gorgeous venue with that fucking awesome Buckingham Fountain. Not to mention, they had a biergarten (oh yes) and a place called Hammock Heaven (oh yes yes). And the vibe! You might be under the impression you'd have to tolerate a bunch of rowdy, insensitive 20 somethings everywhere, but it's exactly the opposite. At least half where my age and regardless of age everyone was relaxed and friendly with a perma smile. There were tons of kids & infants there, too, with those cute headphones to block out the noise. Everyone was so darn happy, I actually saw a big burly dude skipping.

Okkervil River wins for the Most Surprisingly Fun, The National wins for the Most Intense Rocking, Wilco wins for the Best Sound, Love & Rockets wins for the Best Throwback (I forgot how much I used to love their songs), Flogging Molly wins for the Rowdiest. Great memories.

Conflicted with Reality

2008-07-30T14:40:00.004-04:00

Víctima del plasma., originally uploaded by ZEЯO.

It's been awhile since I've watched any reality tv. Usually, I'm excellent at avoiding them. I'm more of a guide surfer than a channel flipper anyway so I hardly ever just run across them and get sucked in. Last night though was a different story. It started off innocently enough with me watching one of my dvr'd Kathy Griffin: D-List episodes, which was hilarious, of course. However once it ended, the tv automatically brought me back to live tv and THAT IS WHEN THE SUCKING BEGAN. I was sucked in, the show sucked, the people on the show sucked, the food on the show sucked, you get the idea. Has anyone ever found themselves watching Kitchen Nightmares with the questionable Gordon Ramsay? I'm new to the Gordon Ramsay universe but I understand he's become quite popular as some sort of perfectionist, evil chef. Evidently, he's supposed to be one of the top chefs in the world with all of his Michelin stars and Order of the British Empire and such. Of course, I don't know why he feels the need to yell at people on tv. Perhaps someone has gotten a little too big for his britches?

The general premise is they pick a failing restaurant and Gordon swoops in and yells at people telling them how bad they are, changes everything and saves the day. Brilliant. This restaurant they picked, Sebastian's (somewhere in LA, I think), was god awful bad. It truly made me reevaluate my past, present and future choices in restaurants. Yes, THAT BAD. They didn't make anything in-house. 95% of what they served was delivered FROZEN to them and they essentially heated it up. Now, I'm no restaurateur, but is that legal? I mean, really? That seems to go against the very idea of a restaurant. Are they allowed to just buy out Costco and serve it to you?

Of course, Gordon was appalled and the head chef was such a major tool. He was somehow proud of his frozen restaurant, even though they hardly had any customers. He didn't get the whole chefs should actually do some cooking concept, even when Gordon would considerately scream it in his face. It really was quite painful and shocking and like watching a train wreck and all of those other schadenfreude qualities of our generation's gift to the television arts. But, I have to admit, it also made me quite indignant (how dare a restaurant serve frozen food! how many restaurants have I actually been to like this?!) and supportive of Gordon, too. Like he was fighting the good fight to make all restaurants honest and fresh and respectable.

So now I'm all conflicted about it. On the one hand I feel dirty for spending an hour watching the flagrant manipulation of people and events. On the other hand, it really did open my eyes and, dare I say, I actually learned something.

Damn you, reality tv.

Slushee Day

2008-07-25T15:34:00.002-04:00

Slurpee Goodness, originally uploaded by KillTaupe.

I had a lot of plans but they didn't happen.

And now I'm off to a beer garden.

B I E R G A R T E N

2008-07-22T16:52:00.002-04:00

Ever since that fateful day in NYC last month when my friends nonchalantly decided we should grab a beer at Loreley, I have become OBSESSED with biergartens. Yes, it is true. So, imagine my horror when I did a search for the closest one near me upon my immediate return and came up with naught. Yes, NAUGHT! It was as if my tender little hopes and sweet little dreams had been pummeled by...THE WORLD itself.

There was almost no reason to go on and I passed the ensuing days a shell of my former self.

Yet somehow through the fog of my existence, one day while traveling through Harvard Square, I came across an apparition that made me pinch myself in disbelief. The holiest of holy sights: A FUCKING BIERGARTEN! Evidently, the owners of Charlie's Kitchen possess some of the finest minds in the country. And they have not let them go to waste.

GRE Progress

2008-07-22T14:08:00.002-04:00

I'm quite delighted by my math progress. I can even bust out some correct answers after 2 glasses of wine and 5 hours of sleep. Ok yes, the math is not cal or even pre-cal, but more of the 'business math' persuasion, but I have to do it all without a calculator, which is - honestly - not very business world accurate. Really now, who in this day and age does any math in their head on a regular basis? There are calculators EVERYWHERE. I've got 2 within hands reach at this very moment. Our phones even figure out our tips for us. Because 20% is JUST TOO HARD. We've made it so we never have to trouble our heads with trivial math tomfoolery again. And THIS IS WHY I had to buy a remedial book on remedial math. I lost pretty much all basic skills and realized the whole 8 multiplication series had been completely wiped from my brain. Seriously, when I first started, I forgot the product of 8 times 7. Embarrasing yes. But isn't society partly to blame?

Guilty Pleasures

2008-07-22T13:50:00.005-04:00

I've gotten my boyfriend hooked on Californication now. He agrees it's quite the guilty pleasure. There's just something about Duchovny's great sarcastic delivery and all of the boobies and the fuck off attitude that makes the enjoyment of it feel sooo naughty and soooooooo good. I even joined the Facebook group because I am cheez, but also because I want to just sit around and quote the fantastic one liners all day, of which the group provides an endless supply.

"I love women. I have all their albums."

I'm Going!!!!

2008-07-18T15:26:00.001-04:00

Californication

2008-07-16T17:21:00.003-04:00

This series has enchanted me like only a sarcastic, fuck the world, part-time sober, decently attractive man can. It had me when Hank puked all over his ex-wife's fiancé's bad art while fucking a scientologist after getting high. Who writes scenes like that?! Genius. The whole premise is Hank has reached bottom (his girlfriend left him, his acclaimed novel was turned into a cheez romantic comedy, yada yada), so he's so down and out, he could care less what comes out of his mouth and says precisely the things you dream of saying if you didn't have to always play nice. The downside is the acting (it's mostly just fair), but Duchovny is pretty perfect in the role. You also get to see a lot of naked women, since he's also literally decided to fuck the world. The downside to the series is Kapinos can't write a decent woman to save his life. They're either idiots or manipulative. The ol' virgin/whore complex. But I forgive him because of the refreshing fuck-off attitude and the witty writing.

"I won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister."

Love the song, love the hair, love the clothes, love the style.

2008-07-16T09:49:00.000-04:00

This Artist took kids drawings and transformed them into high concept art.

2008-07-14T11:37:00.002-04:00

Love it.

We can't bury Shelly. She's our friend!

2008-07-07T09:27:00.001-04:00

Currently Watching

2008-07-02T14:28:00.003-04:00

Say No To Metabo!

2008-06-13T16:22:00.005-04:00

Residents of Japan danced to an anti-metabo song, which warned against trouser buttons popping and flying away, "pyun-pyun-pyun."

A poster made by the city of Amagasaki urged its residents to be aware of metabo (being overweight). The poster asks, "Can you still wear pants that you wore at the age of 20?"

Seriously? That's their litmus test?? And aren't the Japanese like a tenth the size of the average American? And why is everything they do so darn cute? I want to squeeze the metabos!

2008-06-13T12:07:00.001-04:00

So.
Fucking.
Tired.

Summer Lovin Happened So Fast

2008-06-11T10:48:00.000-04:00

I've never been a big partaker of the after work drinks scene, mainly because I tend to get hives and a mild case of claustrophobia whenever surrounded by a sea of suits (not to mention that sweater tied around the neck look). After work, I want to immediately run as far away from Corporateville as possible and tear off my McCorprate clothes. Luckily, the whole getting laid off thing saved me from the scene for a bit. However, after having an EXTREMELY relaxing month off, I'm back in with them again, although this time very happily as a temp. Yes, the stale air and the sitting on my ass all day staring at a lifeless screen pretending to give a fuck about expenses or some such other instantaneously boring task definitely does, in a simple word, suck, BUT.........it's kinda not quite as bad now. I think mainly it's because I don't feel stuck, like I tend to whenever I'm hired permanently somewhere. As a temp, I can truly pick up and go in a day's notice and it's not considered bad form. That's just brilliant.

Anyway, somehow without my knowledge, I seem to have become an active willing participant in the after work drinks scene. Every night this week (ok, there have only been two so far, but STILL), I have gotten my drink on before 7pm whilst still in downtown. Normally, just the thought of that would make me shudder. However, I've even been the instigator of the après work drinks this week! What gives?? I'm not wearing a sweater wrap yet, but I'm not sure how far off that could be. But, you know, in my defense, I think in the summer everything just automatically feels more casual. Maybe because the heat makes everyone take their jackets and ties off as soon as they hit the fresh air. And all of the pretty summer dresses the girls get to wear. And all of the hot tans everyone's sporting. Just the whole happy summer feeling makes me want to get out as much as possible and laugh and drink ice cold beers with EVERYONE.

I LOVE SUMMER!!!!!!

Dejalo

2008-06-10T10:51:00.002-04:00

I woke up with "Dejalo" by Rilo Kiley going through my head:

Dejalo
Nuestra cosa
Dejalo
Nuestra cosa

Those are the only lines I know, actually. Good song.

My eyes are starting to glaze. I don't think the Dr. Pepper has kicked in yet. I've figured out that my body needs an hour extra sleep for every two drinks imbibed, not an hour less. I was clearly tipsy last night because I actually smoked an American Spirit, which I have to admit was really tasty. --Wow, I never imagined I would describe a cig as tasty. That's a first.

So, because it's a gazillion degrees outside, I decided it would be a lovely idea to have after work beers on the patio at Cambridge Brewing Company. Luckily, we we were in the shade and it was actually pretty pleasant. Two pale ales, an amber, a hefeweizen and a plate of nachos later, we were feeling good and decided to keep the party moving at Flat Top Johnny's. Two cape cods and two origami stegosauruses later, we were REALLY happy and finally called it a night. But not before deciding we needed to create our own lingo. Which we did. And which seemed BRILLIANT at the time, but now that I think about it...not so much.

What?

2008-05-15T11:32:00.001-04:00

PBS Revives The Electric Company

2008-05-12T09:55:00.003-04:00

“It’s the old one mixed with ‘High School Musical’ and a Dr Pepper commercial."

Seriously, everything needs to be like a Dr. Pepper commercial.

The plot revolves around 4 superheroes who "have pledged not only to use their powers for good but also to eat sensible portions of healthy meals."

How To Choose Wine

2008-05-07T17:33:00.003-04:00

"Some are reassured by easy-to-understand labels with friendly animals."

Ben STein wrote a movie about Intelligent Design?? Are you kidding me?

2008-04-21T12:19:00.000-04:00

Does anyone play Minesweeper anymore?

2008-04-16T17:15:00.003-04:00

I just got a bit wistful for it.

"Hi, Operator? I'd like to do an emergency breakthrough on number..."

2008-04-16T12:19:00.002-04:00

I can't believe I'm older than call waiting. For some reason, I just remembered all of the emergency breakthroughs I used to inflict on my friends as a pre-teen. Oh man.

Now this looks fun

2008-03-21T16:32:00.001-04:00

Copley Square @ 2pm. Who's in?

Things I Love

2008-02-14T13:02:00.002-05:00

Ole is one of my favorite fine dining Mexican restaurants in the city. Who am I kidding? It's one of the only fine dining Mexican restaurants in the city. Thankfully, it's actually good. They have probably The Best Tequila selection around. Their tequila's so good, they actually pour it into sniffer glasses and not shot glasses! Shocking, I know. That reminds me, my dad is a tequila connoisseur. Way to go, Dad. Viva tequila! If you can't tell, I'm getting a little psyched for our valentine's dinner there tonight.

Ah, new love.

This will be our second valentine's together. The first was spent at my place with Enchiladas de Him. That was a good time. We ate, we drank, we smoked cigars, we played in the bad ass playground across the street. Have you noticed playgrounds don't have merry-go-rounds anymore? I know, so sad for the kiddies. ("FASTER! FASTER! WE NEED A NEW MASTER!") But evidently they've replaced them with these innocent looking chair things. I went to sit in one not knowing what the hell it was and immediately started spinning round and round and round and round. It was more than helping my buzz so I gladly stayed on.

I love playgrounds. And tequila. And love.

Happy Valentines Day

Brady

2008-01-06T00:47:00.001-05:00

Bizarro New Year

2008-01-05T12:58:00.000-05:00

It's quite bizarre and I'm not sure what to make of it, but I've been happy, happy, happy everyday. No really, everyday. I'm surrounded by the same ennui, the same unfriendly Bostonians, the same small and big annoyances, and yet I'm madly grinning in the face of it all. Did someone put fairy dust in my champagne? What's goin' on??

Although, I have to say, I think a lot has to do with the essentially two weeks off I had for the holidays. Plus, this year I spent Xmas with my mom, which I haven't done in several years (usually I'm with my grandparents in Dallas). And some of the things my mom does literally makes me burst into fits of giggles. You think I'm goofy? I learned from the master. Not to mention, she lathers me with attention; me being her only child and all.

Oh, and did I mention we were in Vegas?

So, I returned to Boston pretty content a few days before NYE. Then, it was spontaneously decided I would host a NYE soiree at my place before we headed to the main event a block away at Beehive. I was a little stressed out, seeing as I've only had about 3 visitors total since I moved in, oh...about A YEAR AGO. There was LOTS of cleaning to do. But I was still very happy about it all and the soiree was a success. My boyfriend and friends cooked up some awesome appetizers, we drank, we got happy, we mingled, everyone ogled at my tv...what more could you ask for? And if you've seen my flickr page, you can tell we had QUITE the time at the main event.

Somehow all of this goodness has stayed with me. I'm not gonna jinx it and over-analyze it too much. I just sure hope it continues to last.

Let's Try This Again, Shall We?

2007-12-13T22:29:00.001-05:00

Aaaah, the intermittent blogger. Obviously, the best type of blogger.

One of the things I kinda like about this here little blog is that I can return to it a couple of years later and be like, "Hey, what was I up to on this exact day in 2005?" Then, I'll quickly and excitedly click on the link and read momentous life statements such as whether or not my license to ill has expired.

Hey, there's a big crazy snow storm happening in Boston tonight! Everyone freaked out and went home early! Or, I mean, everyone pretended to freak out and went home early! Except me. Because I can walk home. This is #435 of the reasons why you should never tell your co-workers where you live.

2007-11-27T09:44:00.000-05:00

Dabney's Big Bouncing Birthday

2007-11-19T14:50:00.001-05:00

Dabney's Big Bouncing Birthday, originally uploaded by Car Men.

The Onion is so on the money

2007-10-17T10:28:00.000-04:00

Click the title above for the article.

Postmodern Relationships

2007-10-12T10:44:00.001-04:00

Today our lives are different from our parents. They tended to get married in their 20s. We tend to in our 30s. Why did this shift occur? Is it all relatable to the social revolution of the 60s and our consequent egocentric preoccupation with discovering ourselves, before we allow others into our lives? Or perhaps marriage is an antiquated notion that is more of a limiting social construct for the young and unnecessary in our self-sufficient lives. Not to mention, we're able to look younger and feel younger with the non-stop innovations and revelations about diet and medicine. We can put off marriage much longer because we still look good enough to catch a mate well into our 30s and the advances in medicine make us feel secure about putting off the baby-making until the very last minute. I'm 32 and I don't think I'll really start worrying about the marriage/baby business until I'm 37 (nice random number, no? I figure that will just give me enough time to find a mate, get married and have a baby before I'm 40), so that's a good 5 more years of self-discovery with minimal impediments (or responsibilities as my mother would call them). And honestly, if I could, I'd put it off for another decade altogether. I actually have a couple of friends who don't want a baby at all and another who doesn't even have the desire to get married, which is more and more acceptable these days. I wonder, as our society progresses, if these tendencies will even become mainstream? Wouldn't it be awesome if, when we die, we get to go to some comfy lounge with unlimited pizza and brownies and a ginormous movie screen and chill out and watch what our society is up to after we're gone, maybe while playing some scrabble and connect 4?

The reason I bring all of this modern relationship stuff up is due to a movie I saw recently at Kendall: 2 Days In Paris, written, directed, edited, produced, composed, poster-designed, etc. by Julie Delpy. I enjoyed it because it dissects the kind of relationships us self-aware 30 years olds are having today. From the point of view of this movie, we revel in our own idiosyncrasies and struggle to adapt to those of our partners'. We end up like independent orbs that briefly collide for an interval, then inevitably end up feeling stifled and move on. Each relationship is more a diversion or a learning experience, than something that becomes a part of us. Which, actually when I think about it, is maybe a regression into our animalistic tendencies. We all have very reactionary, hedonistic, selfish desires, but we usually use our noggins to rationalize a more appropriate response that contributes to the greater good. Maybe being committed to another person is a way to step out of yourself and recognize your part in the community.

Though, our society does play to the glory of the individual, so perhaps we're only working within the system after all and struggling to be what society trumpets.

Expressing Myself

2007-10-10T15:13:00.000-04:00

I forget what article I was reading, something in the NYT or Psychology Today probably, and it included a paragraph which stated as a fact that females are more communicative by nature than males. I'm always a little cagey about feminine versus masculine defined traits, but this one actually hit home a bit.

Now, in my relationship past, I've definitely been more attracted to the non-traditional male. Well, come on, they just make better companions. They'll cry with you, emote with you, eat ice cream with you, dance to Madonna with you, and all of the stuff that makes life sweet. However, this time around, I seem to have found myself in love with the closest to the male cliché I've ever gotten. First of all, physically he's big and muscular, which is opposite from the normal skinny guys I inevitably find myself with . He's also obsessed with sports, playing every fantasy league known to man. He even plays real live sports! Normally, my guys have been just as clueless about MLB/NBA/ESPN as I have. And I could go on and on about the whiskey drinking, the rock and roll music (not really into my gay dance tunes), his clothes, and on and on.

So while I was reading the article, a big DING DING DING went off in my head. It's actually been a bit of a struggle for us to, well, talk about us. For me, as I suspect it is for most females, it's just a natural part of being in a relationship. You talk about it, analyze it, study it, compare it, worry about it, make epiphanies, and hopefully make yourself feel secure about this serious thing you're getting yourself into. I'm more than positive guys have these same thoughts to some extent (but how much, really?), but it really seems they either don't feel the need to express them or somehow feel impeded and suppress them instead. So every time we've talked about us, guess what, it's been instigated by me. The unfortunate side effect of this set-up being me feeling bottled up most of the time because I don't want to feel like I'm inundating him with relationship talk. When I do feel like I must Talk About Things, it's usually after I've worked myself into some tizzy about it all. In the end, we always end up happy and actually have productive talks. Not to mention, he's always, always receptive no matter what topic I broach. It's just, I wish we could explore our inner thoughts more often together, you know. Not only does it confirm you're both on the same page regarding everything, it even, more importantly, brings you closer, and starts making you kind of soul mates.

Because things always change on their own when you don't do anything about it, I waited and waited for him to start opening up and, of course, finally couldn't take it anymore. I think I ended up blurting something out post-coital (because isn't that always the best time to bring things like this up?) and was at first a little antagonistic and, ok, maybe a tad bitter about having to actually ask him to open up to me. But, he being who he is and never wanting to bicker (particularly when naked), he was 100% receptive and promised to focus on it, and even sent me an email the next day telling me how he's looking forward to opening up, etc. So, happy ending, right? Honestly, I am really optimistic about it. However, the whole matter did leave some lingering questions in my head. How much analyzing do people do? Is there really that wide of a variation? Should I just become Buddhist and chill the fuck out?

Pic of the Day

2007-10-03T11:48:00.000-04:00

Ashbloem in my apt.

Was this taken a year ago? I can barely remember now.

The Road Ahead

2007-10-02T16:03:00.000-04:00

My boyfriend and I just read The Road and we started discussing it last night during our pre-show dinner at Myers & Chang. In a nutshell, it's a story about the end of the world and, consequently mankind, and the type of people our species becomes in the face of it. I won't beat around the bush, it's a thoroughly bleak novel. Through the monotone narration of the father, which is thoroughly laced with defeated acceptance, a philisophical lens is created, causing the book to linger with you long after you've read it. As we sat there pondering the intent of the author and our own interpretations over gai lan and udon noodles, we couldn't help but veer off into our own personal theories about Existence.

My boyfriend believes there's an overriding spirit out there that gives us/the world/the universe an inkling of rationality and therefore meaning. He doesn't think it's a grand deistic plan at all, but he is of the inclination that we humans are bound together through some kindred spirit. While he was describing it, it sounded so beautiful and hopeful, I couldn't help but try to see the inner goodness in everyone afterward. Although I personally believe our lives are inherently meaningless and absurd (no, I'm not a nihilist), I'd like to believe I hold some of this sublime hope that keeps him going. Now, the hope I see isn't grand and overarching in a higher spirit kind of way, but I do see, despite our aimless and brief lives, that each of us finds within ourselves our own reasons to live until the next day...no matter if that's a god or the beauty of the ocean or the touch of your lover's hand...which in and of itself become grand and omnipotent. No matter what it is.

The possibly best feature our little race possesses is the ability to hope, in whatever form you fashion it.

The One Where I Talk About How Tired I Am

2007-09-25T22:36:00.000-04:00

I've been trying to find the time to post, but either I'm too tired or too scattered. Last week, I was all about maintaining momentum, but that's clearly caught up with me. I don't think I've truly woken up since Sunday. Instead I've been walking around in a soporific fog. Thank god for energetic neighbors. They kidnapped me last night and rescued me from my pjs for a couple of hours. Although at the time, I was watching the premiere of Chuck, which I was kinda enjoying. It's no Arrested Development or anything- as a matter of fact, it's very many notches down the ladder- but I like the tone and the lead character is written really well. Are there any other new series out there worth checking out? That's one of the five million things I forgot to check today.

Oh Love, love is a lovely word

2007-09-19T12:37:00.000-04:00

Believe it or not (I certainly don't), I have been dating my current boo for one full year today. It's been a whirlwind romance. He lifted me from the darkness of a hopelessly mismatched relationship, up to the sunkissed peaks of fervent bliss. (Oh geez, I'm on the verge of writing bad romantic poetry. MUST CHILL.) But it all seems to be spinning before my eyes! It feels like just the other day, we were heading off to our first big vacay together, where I was simply happy to be romping on a beach with a really cute guy. Now, I'm like a cartoon character with hearts instead of pupils in my eyes.

We celebrated the big One with some wine tasting at Les Zygomates last night. One of our best first dates had been at a wine tasting at Sel de la Terre, so it was a gimmee. We laughed, we drank, we chowed, we were finally getting comfortable around each other...a great memory, to say the least. We did those things all over again last night. However, I'm not sure if the first time has been given a special glow due to the circumstances, but I have to say I recommend Terre's over Les Zyg's. Well, first of all, the apps that were paired with the wines were much more filling then the literally bite size portions we were given last night. So, instead of getting winehead, it was a much smoother drinking experience. Plus, last night happened to be Bordeaux whites night. When's the last time you had a Bordeaux white? Exactly. Though, both sommeliers were awesome, I have to say. Really informative, charming, interesting guys. They're both my age, and man, I wish they were somehow in my circle of friends. How freaking awesome would that be? ("Oh, here's a little port from a chateau on the western edge of the Chamois valley. King George V used to drink this nightly apparently. They gave me a free bottle with the last order. It'll go really great with this lamb we're having.")

If that weren't all enough, something sweet and simple was whispered in my ear this morning, and I've been doing nothing but floating through the day since.

Aaaah.....the weekend

2007-09-18T09:53:00.000-04:00

A friend came to visit from out of town the other night and we lamented on the lack of excitement in Boston. I took him to the only place that holds a marginal crowd on Sunday I know of- the now de rigueur Beehive. It didn't disappoint and maybe it even helped him feel like he was back in Europe. It was midnight, but there were several tables still having dinner and the crowd was a mix of arty types of all ages. But I had left my supercute boyfriend back at my place, so I had to end the night early after only one Beehive Julep (GODDAMN that drink is good) and dropped him off at the Eagle. Evidently, he's been to the 'Eagle' in just about every city in the states. I guess it's the gay equivalent of the ubiquitous 'Roxy'...but with very different undertones.

I actually was at Delux the other night, and I think I've lamented this to a few friends before (I guess I'm in a very lamenting mood), but that place just feels more and more empty every time I visit. We had dinner and all of the tables were full (which, for the first time, made me happy), but an hour later it started emptying out fast. I remember the days when I'd try to rush there before 8pm just to hopefully nab a seat at the bar. This time, the bar was half empty when we left around 10.

Maybe everyone's just transferred over the river to Cambridge. Went to a show Fri night at TTs, which was packed and fun (yay shows!). When the show let out around 1am though, everyone was forced to catch a cab since the opposite-of-useful T stops running at a stupid hour. I have never waited for a cab in the city longer in my life. The rock show hipsters were fanned out everywhere along Mass Ave. As we were waiting though, we noticed this insanely happening dance party going down at Zuzu! right behind us (which was very weird to me since the last time I was there I had a quite civilized meal of Moroccan Garden Couscous and pita with hummus). So, three guesses what a slightly inebriated couple with excellent rhythm ends up doing (and the first two don't count).

When we finally emerge? No problem catching that cab.

What I Did Last Night

2007-09-11T22:13:00.000-04:00

Jim in the princess bed

Although I am poor, poor, POOR, I took my first jaunt to the local IKEA with Him. It was an international house of cheap furniture shoppers. I think I heard "whaddya think about this one" in about 5 languages. I literally have less than $20 in my account, yet managed to buy little doodads to wind up the 10 gajillion cables in my bedroom and a Rian, which is Swedish for little side table. Evidently, I need these things NOW, so instead of, I don't know, feeding myself, I get to construct a side table with no tools. I have no tools!

Afterwards, we checked out yet another new restaurant in the South End: Gaslight. It reminded me quite a bit of Beehive, but not as cool. However, when I'm at Beehive, I normally sit at the bar. I sat at a proper table at Gaslight, and that was not where the action was. It's funny how when you sit at a table, you act more behaved, but when you sit at a bar, you act as silly as you wanna. From here on out, I've decided I will only eat at the bar! And I will only eat apps and dessert! And drink port!! These are the things I like. Oh yeah, the food was pretty average, but I'm willing to give the place another try.

Me with my IKEA checklist. I heart checklists!

DODGEBALL

2007-09-11T13:24:00.000-04:00

My boyfriend and I have recently begun dodging each other. And, it is AWESOME. Basically, it’s this social site that connects you with your friends via texts while everyone’s out and about.
Here's how it works:

1) You are out with a friend at Delux having a drink or two and generally having a pretty good time. The night is young, though, and you begin thinking how much more fun it would be if maybe another friend or two dropped by.
2) You text “@ Delux” to dodge (36343).
3) Dodgeball then sends a text to everyone on your friends list.
4) All of your friends are instantly alerted. They even provide the address!
5) Massive awesome party ensues! You head straight to work from the after-after-after party and curse your existence over 12 cups of coffee.

Doesn’t that sound like the best time ever? The site even has other useful features like, say, you’re in the vicinity of a bar you went to one night, and you want to check it out again, but you can’t remember the address. Just text “?Lucky’s” and they’ll text you the address and cross street. Or, say you want to find a place nearby you can play pool, you can text “deluxe?pool table” and they’ll text you a list. AND, you can find out where your friends of friends are. AND you can switch cities when you travel. AND you can create groups. AND you can secretly delete friends. AND you can deactivate/activate as many times throughout the night as you want. AND it’s the best thing since sliced bread.

However, I only have one friend.

And that one friend happens to be my boyfriend, who- surprise- I happen to be out and about with most often. So, when I text my location…he’s kinda already there. And it’s not helping that he’s not taking this as seriously as I am. For instance, his alerts usually let me know when he’s gone to the restroom or sleeping at his desk.

But, I JUST KNOW thousands (ok, a few) of my friends are going to join ANY DAY NOW. So, all of this limbering and practicing of the dodge texting will be so, so worth it.

(Update!! One more friend has joined! That makes TWO!!! Oh yeah.)

Quantifying Chaos

2007-09-11T10:57:00.000-04:00

You know what’s really meaningless to me? Dates. If you were to ask me right now what’s today’s date, I’d give you a very dumbfounded blank stare for about 30 full seconds until it became quite awkward. Day after day, my mental deficiency in this area never fails to humble me. I mean, it’s simple, right? It’s a number! They go sequentially! You just add 1!
Although, in the end, we all have to admit it’s just an empty construct to add a token of structure to an otherwise meaningless and chaotic existence.

2006-10-15T01:38:00.000-04:00

2006-10-08T21:42:00.000-04:00

POTD

2006-09-26T19:26:00.000-04:00

Belle & Sebastian with the LA Philharmonic, Hollywood Bowl

POTD

2006-09-25T13:42:00.000-04:00

Partying with the Backpack, A Few Months Ago

The Most Insightful Commentary EVER

2006-09-25T13:38:00.000-04:00

2006-09-22T15:05:00.000-04:00

Tan lines, Fading fast

2006-09-22T11:53:00.000-04:00

Boston Common, Now

2006-09-13T10:05:00.000-04:00

House Party, Good Times

2006-09-12T22:02:00.000-04:00

End of the night, Tonight

POTD

2006-09-12T11:07:00.000-04:00

With the Middlesex Bartender, Closing

POTD

2006-09-10T20:20:00.000-04:00

Cabo, Resort Pool

POTD

2006-09-07T21:54:00.000-04:00

Today, Now

POTD

2006-09-06T15:56:00.000-04:00

31st Birthday, 28 Degrees

POTD

2006-09-05T11:16:00.000-04:00

Chinatown, Late Hours

Picture of the Day

2006-09-03T09:15:00.000-04:00

Wig & Moustache Extravaganza, Last Night

Picture of the Day

2006-09-01T14:14:00.000-04:00

Los Angeles, Sept. 2006, In Front of A Monolith; I think it was telling me to eat more burritos.

Picture of the Day

2006-08-29T13:41:00.000-04:00

At the Yeah Yeah Yeahs Concert, Ash & Davey

Zoopitty

2006-08-18T21:59:00.000-04:00

2006-08-18T21:32:00.000-04:00

2006-08-11T01:26:00.000-04:00

Yeah Yeah Yeahs

2006-08-10T20:49:00.000-04:00

Picture of the Day

2006-08-09T10:35:00.000-04:00

Vermont, August 2006

Picture of the Day

2006-08-04T17:03:00.000-04:00

Cabo, June 2006

I Take That Back. THIS is Most Excellent.

2006-08-01T11:35:00.000-04:00

I particularly like how his face is incapable of expression. Botox is funny.

Most Excellent

2006-07-31T17:45:00.000-04:00

For the first time in my life, I wish my last name was Hasselhoff.