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Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 09:23 pm
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I think a kid on a skateboard got hit by a taxi right in front of my house just a little while ago -- I heard a kind of ominous "thwap" noise, thought "that can't be good," and stuck my head out the window to see a kid lying on the sidewalk with a crowd gathering around him and a taxi awkwardly trying to pull over. He seems to be alright, at least in the "well, he's clearly not dead, and all his limbs seem to be pointing in the right direction, and he seems to be talking" sense, and his friends look just sort of worried (as opposed to totally freaked out), and I am relatively impressed that there was a fire truck on the scene in what must have been about two minutes or so, but eek, guys. Those of you who live in or visit NYC -- be really careful when you go out into the street, whether on foot, bike, skateboard, unicycle, whatever, because New York traffic is a force of nature and it's not going to bend just for you. |
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Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 09:10 pm
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i've been consistently drunk for the past five nights that i am pretty sure i don't have a soul anymore. at least, i hope i don't have a soul anymore.
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Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 06:26 pm
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I've put up more pages! It's DARK. I'm spending a lot of time writing the next chapter, lately... I procrastinated a bit and now I don't have it planned out quite tightly enough. You guys should read the book The City of Ember which I just finished: intrepid child adventurers in a heavy, apocalyptic setting. Excellent allegory! Thanks everyone for the many recommendations on PK Dick books, I look forward to reading every one of them! |
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My father is an excellent gardener, and could grow enough vegetables to keep up fed all through the winter. Turnips are amazing because they are root vegetables and so if you pick them and put them in soil in the cellar they last for ages and ages. For more information about turnips, see every day of my childhood.
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http://gunshowcomic.com/d/20090714.html Gun Show Comic comic for Tuesday, July 14, 2009 |
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You all remember Michael Jackson died?
There has been a lot of media crap around since then about that guy.
You want to see something really good and really poignant about it instead? My friend Sarah Louise (Sally Bloodbath on livejournal) made a really wonderful comic about her memories of MJ, and it is a refreshing, good thing.
I am just telling her as I write this that she needs a website, because that is the truth, the lady is talented. You should tell her so, because I am hounding her to get on it.
Check out her recent interview on Everything is Wonderful. |
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Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 03:40 pm
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the sun clings to the corners so sweetly. the summer makes me sneeze, i mean, some days just have that gregor samsa kind of feelin, you know, or likesay, i occasionally feel the heart of the hours, as soft and thigh-thick as cling peaches, kinder cobblin to-gether the weeks to make use of a lesson or two i can teach myself somehow, someday. my eyes feel as heavy as a wheelbarrow when i am sleepy, on which so much depends,,,,,,my lips feel like spring chickens, i just want to engage myself a life that is as bubblypop as ginger ale over outrageous ice.Feeling...: babbling about hegal. |
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In three weeks I will have completed three years of a math major in eight weeks.
In three weeks I am moving in with Clint, Robbo, Molly, and Clint's sister Christina.
In three weeks I am off of probation.
In three weeks I am delivering furniture to Cole.
In three weeks I might go to my first gay pride thing.
I cannot wait for three weeks. Hasn't been a bad summer, just not very fun. All I can think of is mathmathmath. High points were people visiting. 4th was especially nice, including challenging people walking up and down the street to beer pong. Passing out at eight cause of a heavy day of drinking was also nice.
I'm over the post-graduation sadness. I miss Micah and Cole and some other people but all in all I really like this part of life right now.
Or I will when the only thought consuming my mind isn't how to take the derivative of a vector field being crossed with another vector field and blahblahblah. Thank God I'm taking time off before I go to grad school. I am burnt.
Out. |
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I'm not a big fan of Cab Sauv, (aka "Mr. Grinch"). The Wine Witch doesn't like it much either, and we tend to have similar tastes. So, when I saw her give 4.5 stars to this wine, I was intrigued, and since I was headed to the store to pick up a steak (I'm jonesing), and since I've had Merlot for the last two weeks, I decided to see if they had this wine.
Color: A beautiful garnet.
Nose: Wine Witch is not kidding when she says this smells like raspberries. Black raspberries to be exact.
First Impression: It's "razzleberries" (but more towards the raspberry end) upfront, tart tannins (but not too bitter and sour) in the middle, and a creamy vanilla-spice note on the end. Very nice mouthfeel, lush creamy-full.
Breathing Room: All of the above, but the creamyness of the mouthfeel is enhanced, but so is the tart midpalate to the point where it's almost (but not quite) too grinchy for me. The finish is still creamy vanilla, but has a smoky note like lapsang souchong tea.
For a $10 wine there is a lot going on here, the good way.
I ate a piece of tri-tip (aka "triangle steak") with this. I chose tri-tip because it is one of the most flavorful cuts of beef, and ... I'm still not getting how Cab Sauv is supposed to be the wine for a nice rare steak. It didn't make the steak taste OMG better, and the steak didn't bring out any new facets in the wine. Don't get me wrong -- they went well together, but it wasn't the party in my mouth I've had with steak and Petite Sirah, Shiraz, or a Zinfandel. (Maybe it's because most restaurant steaks are buttery and seasoned with salt and pepper, and I only put a little salt on my steak and seasoned it lightly with thyme, garlic, and rosemary?)
So far, Five Rivers and 337 are the only Cab Sauvs I've had that I'd willingly drink again, but I'm still not a convert and am wondering more than ever why CS is considered the "king" of grapes. |
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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 11:43 pm
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it feels so good to feel like a woman, a feminine, soft movin woman, solitary feelin and so genuine and sweet. perfume & mystery. anais, anais, oh to see the mornin cough yellow,,,,,,,,,,,,
i have seen another path to this rendezvous,,,,,,
sonia sanchez poems bring this out in me every time.
and as for my life? jesus. i'm feelin good, i got some film and a pair of cameras, so much sweet wine to whisk the strange hours away,,, and well, hegal is too true. i mean, i believe in the radical possibilities of sublation, babe.
yeah, baby. sublation. all day. everyday.
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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 02:25 pm
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I was at a restaurant in California last week and someone at my table ordered wine. They brought out a small container-like object that held maybe two glass's worth of wine.
Being from Oklahoma, wine isn't very common like it is in California unless you go to really fancy restaurants, so I've only seen this little container once before at a wine bar here. Today I was at a food supply place and they actually called these decanters.
If you can picture what I'm saying, then my question is: do these even function very well as decanters? They're almost narrower than wine bottles so I don't see how they can really do their job as well as the wider-bottomed decanters, although the opening at the top is bigger than a bottle. Thoughts? Thanks. |
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I just moved here over the weekend, and I need to buy a bicycle. Are there any bike shops in town you'd recommend? |
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http://gunshowcomic.com/d/20090713.html Gun Show Comic comic for Monday, July 13, 2009 |
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In the crisp morning air of April 21, 1836, on a rise in the marshy field abutting the San Jacinto River to the east and Buffalo Bayou to the north, Emily (the Yellow Rose) made Santa Anna a breakfast that he would not soon forget. Santa Anna’s breakfast was a grand meal accompanied by a great quantity of his French Champagne. This fact was reported back to Sam Houston by his scouts that gazed out unobserved from a nearby field of reeds. By early afternoon with Sam Houston’s forces only half a mile away, Santa Anna lay in his tent, well imbibed, taking a siesta with Emily and his troops similarly relaxing in the surrounding field. At just this time, the Texians mounted their charge on Santa Anna and his army yelling, “Remember the Alamo, remember Goliad!”
More details at: http://vintagetexas.com/blog/?p=975Auditory Emanations:: Yellow Rose of Texas |
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Phew, so after a nerve-wrecking 2 years I'm now finally done! total 40 pts, no bonus points which was sad but what the hell. Psychology, which I had a 2 as my predicted grade in, became a six, and now I'm wondering, is there anyone else who got f'd over by their teachers? If I had decided to apply with my predicteds, I wouldn't have gotten in anywhere... Thank goodness I didn't, lawl. |
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