February 2012
8 posts
“New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I...”
– John Steinbeck, in a letter to his teenage son who was away at boarding school
John Steinbeck has never been a great favorite of mine. I can appreciate his genius, but I’ve never been inclined to spend much time with him. After reading this letter to his son, so full of love and...
January 2012
47 posts
SignOn.org Beta - Tell Obama to Cease FDA Ties to... →
photolodico:
If you watched Food, Inc. YOU KNOW you should sign this petition.
So important! I recommend watching the documentary King Corn (in addition to Food Inc.) if you’re looking for incentive to sign this petition.
In which Braden makes coffee.
B: Where's the hell is the French press?!?!
Me: Did you try looking next to the bed? On my side?
B: Grrrrrr! Next to all those water glasses?
Me: ... Yeah?
B: One day, maybe five, maybe ten years from now, people won't hear from us for a week. And they'll come to the house and find us in bed, slain, with the entire contents of our kitchen stuffed underneath your side of the bed.
Me: We're going to kill each other?
B: No ...
Me: You're going to kill me?
B: And I'll go with you.
Getting there.
All this week has been really hard. The week started rough, with me lying in bed in the early hours of Sunday morning, heart palpitating out of my chest. The week itself was only moderately lousy, but I felt as if it had been much worse. The depression that I’ve been trying to dispell by pretending it doesn’t exist came crashing down on my head and I was so in it I didn’t notice...
“Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.”
– Joss Whedon (via misswallflower)
“You know what those Candaians are like—you can never tell how old they...”
– my mother
Happy national peanut butter day to you.
I made the peanut soup Drew posted on Collective Yum ages ago. Only, I didn’t really have the proper ingredients, and zucchini aren’t in season so I made some substitutions … (steak for chicken, red peppers for tomatoes, sweet potatoes for zucchini). It was awesome, in any case.
Happy day to you even if you don’t eat any peanut butter.
Ahh, that feels better.
Yesterday I realized that one of the reasons I haven’t been cooking a ton lately is that I hate the florescent light in my kitchen. During the late spring/summer/early fall, there’s enough natural light to work with without turning it on. During the winter, not so much. Florescent lights can contribute to depression and headaches; plus, they’re so bright! No wonder my...
Almost there ...
We finally settled in to watch the last three episodes of Angel tonight. My belly’s full of chicken Milanese, Caesar salad with homemade dressing and tiramisu. I’m wrapped in a warm blanket. Let’s do this.
In case you were waiting with bated breath.
I decided to get soup and a salad for lunch. Thanks to a special at the restaurant, I was able to go for the slightly more economical option of a bowl of veggie soup and a green salad. Stephanie, you were right—giving my body what it was asking for was the right choice. I feel much better now.
Hrmph.
It’s 12:15, and I am starving, yet once again, I have forgotten to bring lunch to work. This absentmindedness is indicative of the fact that there are things going on with me internally that are not as they should be … as is the fact that I spent most of Saturday and Sunday in bed with heart palpitations.
But to the matter at hand: do I 1) go get myself a very nice salad with a bit of...
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You...”
– C.S. Lewis (via ninagarcia)
Today's victories.
I addressed a work conflict without exacerbating the situation OR minimizing the negative affect it had on me, and it was well received.
A few weeks ago I went to Whole Foods looking for Halloumi cheese so I could make this for dinner. When I asked the man at the cheese counter for some, he said he had never heard of the stuff, and could I describe it? So, I did and he in turn got snotty and...
In which B finally looks at the internet today.
B: Did you sign the petition?!?!?!
Me: The SOPA petition?
B: YES.
Me: Uh, of course I did.
B: Good girl. F***ing congressional, shitbag, a**hole, s***d****s.
Me: Wait, hold on, I'm blogging that.
B: When you get wealthy and famous blogging the shit I say, I expect dividends. Monetary and ...
Me: Yes, I know.
“If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then...”
– To My Dear and Loving Husband, by Anne Bradstreet
Happy birthday to my best friend and loving husband.
Keep listening to this and tearing up. →
Happy baby, B!
“Don’t believe the things you tell yourself late at night.”
– Ingrid Michaelson (via justkeepsmilingcourtney)
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It's days like this ...
It’s days like this that I am tremendously glad that my office is a bit removed from the “main offices” where most of my coworkers are. I’m not totally isolated, but it’s quieter where I work. Most importantly, it’s drama-free up here. Today a coworker vented some frustrations to me about a spat that she and another coworker had just had in the main office in...
Little House on the Prison Farm: When Food Snobs... →
littlehouseontheprisonfarm:
This is a fantastic article. (Partially because I am in agreement with the author about canned cranberry jelly and have had to hold it closely around food-snobby friends…and also because I am fully aware of the ways in which I’m food-snobby, myself.)
“I’ve gotta say that I’d far prefer to see…
Oh, right, it's January.
This morning I woke up early and actually worked out without anybody making me. That made me feel pretty good at life, so after showering I decided that I would make myself a green smoothie for breakfast, so that I could feel EVEN BETTER at life.
I still have a pretty decent crop of cold weather veggies going in the garden (kale, turnips, radishes, lettuces and cabbages), so I walked outside to...
Not your housekeeper.
It really pisses me off how many articles about house cleaning and organization are geared towards women, specifically wives and mothers. While I will grant you, I do love a clean, organized house more than Braden does, I don’t think this has anything to do with our chromosomes or marital status.
But what really upsets me is just how many blogs/magazine articles/books out there are geared...