I'm po'.
I'm so po' that I can't afford the last two letters of that word.
Just thought I'd share.
11.25.2008
11.24.2008
p.s.a.
And now, a word of wisdom from Lil' Donkey:
A wise person once said, "the toes you step on today may be connected to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow."
Smooch!
-L.D.
11.23.2008
official office obsession
Faith and I can't stop watching this.
We think he's so cute. So much in fact, well,... did you see his interview with Bonnie Hunt?
Maybe I need to be out of work, too, to have that much gumption and drive. And SASS!
We think he's so cute. So much in fact, well,... did you see his interview with Bonnie Hunt?
Maybe I need to be out of work, too, to have that much gumption and drive. And SASS!
11.18.2008
turning japanese
Kansas and I detoured on the way to the box office to get free clothing that was being distributed at Military Island (43rd - 44th, 7th Ave - Broadway intersection) this morning. Free anything is great but this was somehow exciting. As we approached the line, we found out that thermal underware was being given away.
It was a funny setup. People waited in line for their moment in front of the human vending machine (actors playing robots that dispense the clothing) to receive their freebie. We were anxious. What would we get? We had no idea. Top or bottom? What would it look like? Admittedly, we were a little nervous when we noticed a runner-type sporting a neck to toe silver jumpsuit. Yikes, please don't give us space-age tracksuits!
Finally, we stepped up to the human vending machine. There were two windows, one with a guy robot and one with a girl. We were sent to the girl robot. A security guard type pressed a large button with a silhouette of a female on it. The robot-girl did the Safety Dance and out popped two white boxes. It was like Christmas and Let's Make a Deal at the same time (I'll take what's behind door number 3, Monty). We couldn't open the boxes fast enough. Inside, we found brown turtleneck long-sleeved thermal undershirts.
It was a funny setup. People waited in line for their moment in front of the human vending machine (actors playing robots that dispense the clothing) to receive their freebie. We were anxious. What would we get? We had no idea. Top or bottom? What would it look like? Admittedly, we were a little nervous when we noticed a runner-type sporting a neck to toe silver jumpsuit. Yikes, please don't give us space-age tracksuits!
Finally, we stepped up to the human vending machine. There were two windows, one with a guy robot and one with a girl. We were sent to the girl robot. A security guard type pressed a large button with a silhouette of a female on it. The robot-girl did the Safety Dance and out popped two white boxes. It was like Christmas and Let's Make a Deal at the same time (I'll take what's behind door number 3, Monty). We couldn't open the boxes fast enough. Inside, we found brown turtleneck long-sleeved thermal undershirts.
Our lovely model, Kansas, is showing us the new wave in Japanese thermal underware. "HEATTECH (the material the shirt is made of) is the smart way to stay warm and comfortable in cold weather." Well, it must be true because it says so on the box.
Kansas went back to the line, incognito this time, and with Ba-Baker, to get another thermal freebie. This time, her turtle neck was beige.
In case you are interested, here is the site of where you can buy this product line. They have a store in Soho. The thermal underware seems pretty reasonably priced, they have other styles besides the turtleneck, and they sell other clothing items. It seems like the store is the Japanese equivalent of H & M. If the shirt keeps me warm or gives me a insatiable craving for sushi, I'll let you know.
11.16.2008
veggie might
me: 0
tofu: 1
I try, not ever so hard, to make a more concerted effort to eat a more vegetarian diet. That means that I would be learning how to cook more vegetarian meals. I love eating tofu when I'm out at a restaurant or for take out. I wish I could cook with it.
Hence the marinating and pan frying tofu story. It's not a very good story, but it will have a point at the end, I promise.
So... I marinated tofu. Exciting start, huh? I had a Newman's Own lemon-pepper marinade, that I've used before for chicken that I had success with, that I wanted to use again. I cut the tofu, I drained the tofu, I pressed the water out of the tofu. I marinated the tofu. In the fridge it went to wait for me to come home from work that night.
I came home and pan fried the tofu (why not) and made a few other vegetarian side dishes. Well, the side dishes were wonderful. Braised Brussels sprouts and mashed sweet potatoes. The tofu... well... I'm not sure if it was the marinade or my cooking technique, but the tofu steaks did not turn out as good as I hoped. I was under the false impression that it would come out good no matter what I did. Alas.
What is the point of the story you might ask? It is to prove my ineptness when it comes to cooking a la vegetarian. So, can someone, anyone, please send me a fail safe recipe or words of encouragement? I can't move on in my life until I feel that I can effectively use tofu in a recipe other than stir-fry. I am, from here on out, stunted until further notice.
tofu: 1
I try, not ever so hard, to make a more concerted effort to eat a more vegetarian diet. That means that I would be learning how to cook more vegetarian meals. I love eating tofu when I'm out at a restaurant or for take out. I wish I could cook with it.
Hence the marinating and pan frying tofu story. It's not a very good story, but it will have a point at the end, I promise.
So... I marinated tofu. Exciting start, huh? I had a Newman's Own lemon-pepper marinade, that I've used before for chicken that I had success with, that I wanted to use again. I cut the tofu, I drained the tofu, I pressed the water out of the tofu. I marinated the tofu. In the fridge it went to wait for me to come home from work that night.
I came home and pan fried the tofu (why not) and made a few other vegetarian side dishes. Well, the side dishes were wonderful. Braised Brussels sprouts and mashed sweet potatoes. The tofu... well... I'm not sure if it was the marinade or my cooking technique, but the tofu steaks did not turn out as good as I hoped. I was under the false impression that it would come out good no matter what I did. Alas.
What is the point of the story you might ask? It is to prove my ineptness when it comes to cooking a la vegetarian. So, can someone, anyone, please send me a fail safe recipe or words of encouragement? I can't move on in my life until I feel that I can effectively use tofu in a recipe other than stir-fry. I am, from here on out, stunted until further notice.
out of the blog closet
I'm testing the waters to see if I can, once again, feel safe in the blog-a-sphere. I have temporarily removed my readership restrictions and currently have an "open to all" blog. We shall see if trust can be kept this time around.
11.13.2008
knit suprise- the "it's not a leg warmer" update
Can you guess what it is now, laurenj (and the rest of you)?
11.10.2008
sincerely yours
I wanted to blog about this a while ago, but didn't for no decent reason.
The following is a selection of highlights in an e-mail exchange between Isaac and myself, sometime last month:
me: Hey all! ... For those that can, please meet me at the Dallas BBQ's on 23rd and 8th at 6pm. After dinner we can walk over to the... theater on 11th Ave and 23rd Street. Please let me know if I am to expect you for dinner.
Isaac: So business-like! "Please let me know if I am to expect you for dinner." Who are you, Edith Wharton?
me: My dearest M. Oliver,
My only desire, during this trying day, was to inquire of your attendance. Your company is always found to be of an indispensable quality. The rest of my guests, I surmise, wouldn't hesitate to agree.
Please allow me, once again, to express my interest in your presence for this evening's entertainment. Please contact me, by carrier pigeon or man-servant if available, of your reply.
Sensibly Yours,
E. Wharton
Isaac: Oh my god, I WISH I HAD A MAN-SERVANT ON HAND.
me: My Dearest M. Oliver,
If you find you are without one of your household servants, might I offer the use of one of mine. His name is Winfred and is a strapping young man with a gentle temperament. His has many qualities and skills that may be of use to you. In addition his uncomparable loyalty and devotion to his duty, he is a charming companion. He is even known, on occasion, to sing the gayest of warbles.
I hope you can find him of some use.
Frequently Yours,
E. Wharton
The following is a selection of highlights in an e-mail exchange between Isaac and myself, sometime last month:
me: Hey all! ... For those that can, please meet me at the Dallas BBQ's on 23rd and 8th at 6pm. After dinner we can walk over to the... theater on 11th Ave and 23rd Street. Please let me know if I am to expect you for dinner.
Isaac: So business-like! "Please let me know if I am to expect you for dinner." Who are you, Edith Wharton?
me: My dearest M. Oliver,
My only desire, during this trying day, was to inquire of your attendance. Your company is always found to be of an indispensable quality. The rest of my guests, I surmise, wouldn't hesitate to agree.
Please allow me, once again, to express my interest in your presence for this evening's entertainment. Please contact me, by carrier pigeon or man-servant if available, of your reply.
Sensibly Yours,
E. Wharton
Isaac: Oh my god, I WISH I HAD A MAN-SERVANT ON HAND.
me: My Dearest M. Oliver,
If you find you are without one of your household servants, might I offer the use of one of mine. His name is Winfred and is a strapping young man with a gentle temperament. His has many qualities and skills that may be of use to you. In addition his uncomparable loyalty and devotion to his duty, he is a charming companion. He is even known, on occasion, to sing the gayest of warbles.
I hope you can find him of some use.
Frequently Yours,
E. Wharton
11.05.2008
and speaking of politics...
Is there anyone else out there who's as excited as I am? My bff Shay called to say she was so happy that America elected a black man (as she is herself black). She also said she was sad that her mom didn't live to see this day, but she knows there are some special people in heaven looking down on this moment.
Also on the phone call news of the day, my dad, an ardent Republican supporter, called today to say that he still loved me even if the election didn't go his way. I told him that I loved him even if he didn't apologise for being underestimating and wrong. We reminded each other that, although the next few months and years will be hard, we all must do everything we can to help our new President during this difficult time primarily by stopping all of this partisan bickering. Then he proceeded to say what every hardened Republican will no doubtingly say in the next few days... that it was W's fault. I decided to play it classy by not reminding my dad that he voted for Bush... twice. I'll save that for later.
Also on the phone call news of the day, my dad, an ardent Republican supporter, called today to say that he still loved me even if the election didn't go his way. I told him that I loved him even if he didn't apologise for being underestimating and wrong. We reminded each other that, although the next few months and years will be hard, we all must do everything we can to help our new President during this difficult time primarily by stopping all of this partisan bickering. Then he proceeded to say what every hardened Republican will no doubtingly say in the next few days... that it was W's fault. I decided to play it classy by not reminding my dad that he voted for Bush... twice. I'll save that for later.
constitutionally amendmended
A little while ago, I ranted about same-sex marriage. I suggested that the legal and religious terms for a monogamous union should be different as to not cause a confusion between the legal and ceremonial processes between what government and the religions do, (did that make sense?). IE: the state calls it one thing and the churches call it something else.
The gist of what I was trying to say is that the words we use are not important. What is important is that ALL people are created equal (I'm not making that up, it says so in the US Constitution), and that same-sex partners should be afforded the same civil rights as opposite-sex partners. Marriage, civil union, business arrangement, limited liability partnership, whatever. Fuck what it's called. As long as everyone who wants it can have it. That way, all people, who are created equal, have an equal chance to mess it up and go to therapy like me.
The gist of what I was trying to say is that the words we use are not important. What is important is that ALL people are created equal (I'm not making that up, it says so in the US Constitution), and that same-sex partners should be afforded the same civil rights as opposite-sex partners. Marriage, civil union, business arrangement, limited liability partnership, whatever. Fuck what it's called. As long as everyone who wants it can have it. That way, all people, who are created equal, have an equal chance to mess it up and go to therapy like me.
11.04.2008
rogue breakfast
My other and I got up early to vote. We were expecting the long lines that CBS radio news was talking about this morning. Turns out, there was a line, longer than any I have faced at my polling site, but there were only 5 people in front of me. Not too bad, but optimistic.
After voting, we had plenty of time to head over to the local diner to grab some breakfast. I wanted something hearty and rich. Eggs Benedict! Perfect idea. Or is it? It is probably the most unpatriotic thing to eat after submitting my vote in the most historic election ever. After all, the dish has the same name as the biggest traitor in all of American history; Benedict Arnold. But it has Canadian bacon on it, and I love Canadian bacon. That's because after he left the Contential Army, fought against the Americans, and later escaped to Canada. And the English muffin, chewy and craggy, but Arnold lived the rest of his life in England. Drats. But the Hollandaise sauce, it's soooo tangy and buttery, but what's the significance of that?
Well... thank goodness for Wikipedia, because I would never have a barrage of questionable facts at my fingertips if it weren't for this site. Turns out, Eggs Benedict is not named after Benedict Arnold, but it was named after either Lemuel Benedict (a retired Wall Street broker who had the chef at the Waldorf Astoria first make it for him in the '40's) or Commodore E.C. Benedict (a banker and yachtsman who died in 1920, and who somehow passed his recipe to a friend who in turn passed it down two generations, and ultimately published in the New York Times Magazine). Very likely, the recipe is much older and is most defiantly French. But oh-so-good.
It settles my heart to know that my breakfast was neither unpatriotic or American. However, the conversation in the next booth over from the one I sat at featured the key words: marijuana, titties, a clock, and the repeated sound "bong" which may either refer to the clock or the pot. Very American. Now, where's my apple pie!
After voting, we had plenty of time to head over to the local diner to grab some breakfast. I wanted something hearty and rich. Eggs Benedict! Perfect idea. Or is it? It is probably the most unpatriotic thing to eat after submitting my vote in the most historic election ever. After all, the dish has the same name as the biggest traitor in all of American history; Benedict Arnold. But it has Canadian bacon on it, and I love Canadian bacon. That's because after he left the Contential Army, fought against the Americans, and later escaped to Canada. And the English muffin, chewy and craggy, but Arnold lived the rest of his life in England. Drats. But the Hollandaise sauce, it's soooo tangy and buttery, but what's the significance of that?
Well... thank goodness for Wikipedia, because I would never have a barrage of questionable facts at my fingertips if it weren't for this site. Turns out, Eggs Benedict is not named after Benedict Arnold, but it was named after either Lemuel Benedict (a retired Wall Street broker who had the chef at the Waldorf Astoria first make it for him in the '40's) or Commodore E.C. Benedict (a banker and yachtsman who died in 1920, and who somehow passed his recipe to a friend who in turn passed it down two generations, and ultimately published in the New York Times Magazine). Very likely, the recipe is much older and is most defiantly French. But oh-so-good.
It settles my heart to know that my breakfast was neither unpatriotic or American. However, the conversation in the next booth over from the one I sat at featured the key words: marijuana, titties, a clock, and the repeated sound "bong" which may either refer to the clock or the pot. Very American. Now, where's my apple pie!
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