The restaurant that takes up my whole Sunday was particularly boring today.
We had one reservation for four booked All Night. I spent most of my time tonight reading magazines.
Apparently, there will be squatters in my closet when I get home. Looking forward to that.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
11/30/08
I woke up this morning and remembered, once again, that Barack Obama is president-elect of this nation. Whew.
In other news, Shelby and Steve are visiting for the evening and bunches of school work awaits me in the morning.
In other news, Shelby and Steve are visiting for the evening and bunches of school work awaits me in the morning.
Friday, November 28, 2008
"It's 1909...
... and you're alone with a young artist named Adolph. Do you kill him?"
I certainly had better things to do the day after Thanksgiving than watch HBO. But "Last Supper" was on and appeared to have a sweet hook.
So, there it is: would you kill Adolph Hitler before he had the chance to lead his party into WWII?
I certainly had better things to do the day after Thanksgiving than watch HBO. But "Last Supper" was on and appeared to have a sweet hook.
So, there it is: would you kill Adolph Hitler before he had the chance to lead his party into WWII?
In Thanksgiving...
First, may I say that I partook of three bottles after the Leonetti Cabernet Sauvignon? Yes, I did.
But I am most grateful in this moment for the housemate who takes care of me and refuses to allow me to spill the contents of my Little Black Book to our friends. Thanks, Bruce.
Shareorism: I plan to do today's dishes and pick you up from work. And advocate for all kinds of other good things that are in our mutual interest.
Besos y Abrazos.
But I am most grateful in this moment for the housemate who takes care of me and refuses to allow me to spill the contents of my Little Black Book to our friends. Thanks, Bruce.
Shareorism: I plan to do today's dishes and pick you up from work. And advocate for all kinds of other good things that are in our mutual interest.
Besos y Abrazos.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Seattle: The Reviews
Over the last two days, I have been in Seattle with the Whitehouse-Crawford crew for a taste of Seattle, a yearly trip designed to allow us the opportunity to see how other fine restaurants work. I went several places and am full beyond belief. Here's the run-down:
Ha Na
Our first adventure was a casually organized lunch stop at Ha Na (218 Broadway E) for sushi. Our chef, Jamie Guerin, ordered for the six of us a selection from the menu of fresh fish. Of note was the raw shrimp, simply presented next to the shrimp head which had been quickly fried. The raw shrimp meat was tender and mild with a very fresh texture (the shrimp heads were a lot like popcorn). We also had a spectacular striped bass dipped in a prepared sauce - sensationally fresh and down right yummy. We tried geoduck, which was neither remarkable nor unpleasant. I was also able to try sea urchin, which tastes a little bit like an unscented commercial cleaning agent mixed with dirt. I was unable to get the flavor out of my mouth for some time.
Le Pichet
After lunch and a failed attempt at organizing a wine tasting, several freelancers trudged down to Le Pichet (1933 1st Ave) for wine and a great selection of small plates. There, we shared raw local oysters (breathtaking!) and a selection of cheeses, paired with some frizzante rosè. I have been to Le Pichet many times and always love it.
Union
The first official trip meal (as well as the first free meal) was dinner at Union (1st Ave. at Union). We waited for our reservation at the bar and drank in the décor, a colorful, somewhat industrial interior with a warm feeling. I had a perfect Manhattan. At the table, which included Amarha, Sidney (servers), Neftali and Levi (dishwashers), we were met with really really good bread and olives. I mean, dang! The server had a strange manner as though he was reading from a script, but he proved himself to be somewhat knowledgeable. We started with a pile of more RAW OYSTERS! They were certainly the freshest oysters I'd ever had. Levi and Neftali had never tried oysters, and really enjoyed them. I paired them with a glass of prosseco. We then had a course of appetizers and salads. I chose a somewhat unremarkable endive salad. For our third course, we chose from a selection of housemade pastas where I encountered my newly acquired disdain for sea urchin. I thought I'd give it another try, and this time is was beautifully spiced and infused in handmade linguine, but unfortunately still tasted like chemical burn and dirt. I also found it extremely difficult to pair, chiefly because all I really wanted to do was clean out my mouth. Perhaps mouthwash would have been an appropriate pairing, but I toughed my way through it. Fourth, I had breaded sweetbreads in a cassoulet-style bean and vegetable mixture. It was extremely delicious and left me wanting more. At that point, the wine pairings became a little inconsequential, since I was two and a half sheets to the wind. Suffice it to say, I didn't pair dessert. Dessert was unmemorable, and in my case and that of Levi, rather disappointing. We both had a gelatti made from spiced roasted apples, which tasted exactly like frozen baby food. The WH-C crew lingered for some time at the bar, where the owner treated us to free bar drinks. The bar was a great asset to Union, and a perfect reason to return. We were able to meet most of the kitchen staff and talk to the chef. The staff at Union was extremely gracious, and it was a very memorable meal.
Zig Zag
After Union, we climbed down to the Zig Zag, a bar specializing in vintagey classics. It had a great atmosphere and knowledgeable team of bartenders. I was able to finally have a pisco sour, perfectly made, and there didn't seem to be any hesitation. Brooklynd tried to hook me up with her friend Brennen, so that was a little awkward. I enjoyed myself for a short while, but decided to hit the road before I fell or embarrassed myself. I intend to go back ASAP.
Tulio
We rounded out the trip with a full service lunch at Tulio. Of particular note were the house curred meats and handmade pastas. I enjoyed stunning squid, then rounded it out with a huge bowl of orchiette, sausage and tomato sauce, sumptuous, comfortable, generally great hangover food. We finished with some delightful canolli, tarramissu, and a pistachio gellato (that did not taste like baby food). The service was flawless until the server forgot my coffee, but in general was pleasant. Jamie Guerin suggested we trade plates for a moment, and I agreed to my misfortune. Jamie finished my pasta, leaving me with a simple linguine whose only strong point was the bacon crumbled throughout. The best part of the meal was my conversation with Sonia and Jamie, without whom the meal would have been utterly forgettable.
Ha Na
Our first adventure was a casually organized lunch stop at Ha Na (218 Broadway E) for sushi. Our chef, Jamie Guerin, ordered for the six of us a selection from the menu of fresh fish. Of note was the raw shrimp, simply presented next to the shrimp head which had been quickly fried. The raw shrimp meat was tender and mild with a very fresh texture (the shrimp heads were a lot like popcorn). We also had a spectacular striped bass dipped in a prepared sauce - sensationally fresh and down right yummy. We tried geoduck, which was neither remarkable nor unpleasant. I was also able to try sea urchin, which tastes a little bit like an unscented commercial cleaning agent mixed with dirt. I was unable to get the flavor out of my mouth for some time.
Le Pichet
After lunch and a failed attempt at organizing a wine tasting, several freelancers trudged down to Le Pichet (1933 1st Ave) for wine and a great selection of small plates. There, we shared raw local oysters (breathtaking!) and a selection of cheeses, paired with some frizzante rosè. I have been to Le Pichet many times and always love it.
Union
The first official trip meal (as well as the first free meal) was dinner at Union (1st Ave. at Union). We waited for our reservation at the bar and drank in the décor, a colorful, somewhat industrial interior with a warm feeling. I had a perfect Manhattan. At the table, which included Amarha, Sidney (servers), Neftali and Levi (dishwashers), we were met with really really good bread and olives. I mean, dang! The server had a strange manner as though he was reading from a script, but he proved himself to be somewhat knowledgeable. We started with a pile of more RAW OYSTERS! They were certainly the freshest oysters I'd ever had. Levi and Neftali had never tried oysters, and really enjoyed them. I paired them with a glass of prosseco. We then had a course of appetizers and salads. I chose a somewhat unremarkable endive salad. For our third course, we chose from a selection of housemade pastas where I encountered my newly acquired disdain for sea urchin. I thought I'd give it another try, and this time is was beautifully spiced and infused in handmade linguine, but unfortunately still tasted like chemical burn and dirt. I also found it extremely difficult to pair, chiefly because all I really wanted to do was clean out my mouth. Perhaps mouthwash would have been an appropriate pairing, but I toughed my way through it. Fourth, I had breaded sweetbreads in a cassoulet-style bean and vegetable mixture. It was extremely delicious and left me wanting more. At that point, the wine pairings became a little inconsequential, since I was two and a half sheets to the wind. Suffice it to say, I didn't pair dessert. Dessert was unmemorable, and in my case and that of Levi, rather disappointing. We both had a gelatti made from spiced roasted apples, which tasted exactly like frozen baby food. The WH-C crew lingered for some time at the bar, where the owner treated us to free bar drinks. The bar was a great asset to Union, and a perfect reason to return. We were able to meet most of the kitchen staff and talk to the chef. The staff at Union was extremely gracious, and it was a very memorable meal.
Zig Zag
After Union, we climbed down to the Zig Zag, a bar specializing in vintagey classics. It had a great atmosphere and knowledgeable team of bartenders. I was able to finally have a pisco sour, perfectly made, and there didn't seem to be any hesitation. Brooklynd tried to hook me up with her friend Brennen, so that was a little awkward. I enjoyed myself for a short while, but decided to hit the road before I fell or embarrassed myself. I intend to go back ASAP.
Tulio
We rounded out the trip with a full service lunch at Tulio. Of particular note were the house curred meats and handmade pastas. I enjoyed stunning squid, then rounded it out with a huge bowl of orchiette, sausage and tomato sauce, sumptuous, comfortable, generally great hangover food. We finished with some delightful canolli, tarramissu, and a pistachio gellato (that did not taste like baby food). The service was flawless until the server forgot my coffee, but in general was pleasant. Jamie Guerin suggested we trade plates for a moment, and I agreed to my misfortune. Jamie finished my pasta, leaving me with a simple linguine whose only strong point was the bacon crumbled throughout. The best part of the meal was my conversation with Sonia and Jamie, without whom the meal would have been utterly forgettable.
The gall...
"a promising young woman".
Well, fuck that.
I am a person in this particular space and time in a way that is much more crucial than my potential. I could die because of a freak plane crash right now having been nothing more than I am.
And, damn it, that's fine!
Being called a "promising young woman" is like hearing, "Hey, there, precocious nymph. I have a use for you."
Well, fuck that.
I am a person in this particular space and time in a way that is much more crucial than my potential. I could die because of a freak plane crash right now having been nothing more than I am.
And, damn it, that's fine!
Being called a "promising young woman" is like hearing, "Hey, there, precocious nymph. I have a use for you."
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy: Julie London does soul
So this is the Julie London cover of "Stoned Soul Picnic" for those of you who plan to get it on sometime soon in your kitchen after throwing off your apron.
Mr. Vinyl Junkie describes some biographical highlights for the first few minutes and after that you get this smoky rendition. Enjoy.
Put on your insanity condoms and surrey down to a stoned soul picnic!
Red yellow honey, sassafras, and moonshine...
At the beginning of each school year (sometimes second semester, too) I give my high school students a tour of the art classroom so that they have the means to be self-sufficient and also to clean up after themselves. Near the end of the tour I always show them our huge box of hygienic gloves and say, "Now, I want you to always protect yourself in the process of art-making. You're to treat everyone else like a biohazard. You've seen that we have plenty of sharp tools around the class and should Kramer, for example, carelessly stab himself with a linoleum cutter and begin to bleed profusely you've got to first protect yourself with gloves before helping him."
Each year I've said this my students have giggled; but I am deadly serious. I protect myself from the biohazardous body fluids of others.
One thing I have not yet learned to do-- I realized this yesterday on the walk from Michael's car into Clarette's-- is to protect my mind from the hazardous mental content of crazy people. With regards to unsavory experiences I've become very savvy and sensible; however, when it comes to the things crazy people say with conviction I'm completely naive and gullible. I want to believe what people are saying to me.
I realized this while acknowledging that it pertains to a very specific case in my life.
Not that of my cohabitant.
Now, I may live with the Dark Knight, but I'm about the most skeptic and critical Boy Wonder this side of Gotham: "Small Face" Espinoza is not crazy. He might currently be eluding authorities, failing at grammar and spelling fascism, and eating continental style, but he is not crazy.
He did block my car into the driveway, though, before leaving town for two days. The spare keys are in his jacket pocket.
I must say, though, that I've milked as much out of the motor vehicle experience as I want lately: I had a very pleasurable time riding my bicycle around town today and my time in Michael's car last night reminded me that I need a copy (of that 5th Dimension song) superior to the one that he has in his car stereo.
So now I, along with Alfred (who's been making every attempt to get into the great outdoors since Paul asked, "doesn't she ever try to escape?" and I responded, "Oh, no.") are homebodies with Disney movies and soul music for the duration of Thanksgiving break. It'll be loverly-- just like prosciutto di Parma.
TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR: "Other folks' wisdom on insanity"
At the beginning of each school year (sometimes second semester, too) I give my high school students a tour of the art classroom so that they have the means to be self-sufficient and also to clean up after themselves. Near the end of the tour I always show them our huge box of hygienic gloves and say, "Now, I want you to always protect yourself in the process of art-making. You're to treat everyone else like a biohazard. You've seen that we have plenty of sharp tools around the class and should Kramer, for example, carelessly stab himself with a linoleum cutter and begin to bleed profusely you've got to first protect yourself with gloves before helping him."
Each year I've said this my students have giggled; but I am deadly serious. I protect myself from the biohazardous body fluids of others.
One thing I have not yet learned to do-- I realized this yesterday on the walk from Michael's car into Clarette's-- is to protect my mind from the hazardous mental content of crazy people. With regards to unsavory experiences I've become very savvy and sensible; however, when it comes to the things crazy people say with conviction I'm completely naive and gullible. I want to believe what people are saying to me.
I realized this while acknowledging that it pertains to a very specific case in my life.
Not that of my cohabitant.
Now, I may live with the Dark Knight, but I'm about the most skeptic and critical Boy Wonder this side of Gotham: "Small Face" Espinoza is not crazy. He might currently be eluding authorities, failing at grammar and spelling fascism, and eating continental style, but he is not crazy.
He did block my car into the driveway, though, before leaving town for two days. The spare keys are in his jacket pocket.
I must say, though, that I've milked as much out of the motor vehicle experience as I want lately: I had a very pleasurable time riding my bicycle around town today and my time in Michael's car last night reminded me that I need a copy (of that 5th Dimension song) superior to the one that he has in his car stereo.
So now I, along with Alfred (who's been making every attempt to get into the great outdoors since Paul asked, "doesn't she ever try to escape?" and I responded, "Oh, no.") are homebodies with Disney movies and soul music for the duration of Thanksgiving break. It'll be loverly-- just like prosciutto di Parma.
TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR: "Other folks' wisdom on insanity"
Blogger hits road; authorities baffled
Noted "Bat Cave" blogger Smallface Espinoza leaves Walla Walla and sources report that he is still blogging.
"Mr. Face has posted at least once since he left Southeastern Washington earlier today;" states a press release from his publicist, "he may have access to a blogging device, the likes of which we have never seen."
Speculation about the nature of this device has kept Department of Defence spokeswoman Gina Smelkerblat busily denying the existence of a handheld blogging device.
"Such a device is the providence of science fiction and conspiracy theory. We believe that Mr. Face is on a dial-up modem, at a desktop computer somewhere in the Ellensburg vicinity," Smelkerblat urged in a press conference at the Pentagon this morning.
According to his website, Face would be headed to Seattle, Wash. for dinner, where local FBI precinct chief Ari Donnerparty will be waiting, "wireless blogging is a serious offence. If Face has a device, we may have to speak to him."
"Mr. Face has posted at least once since he left Southeastern Washington earlier today;" states a press release from his publicist, "he may have access to a blogging device, the likes of which we have never seen."
Speculation about the nature of this device has kept Department of Defence spokeswoman Gina Smelkerblat busily denying the existence of a handheld blogging device.
"Such a device is the providence of science fiction and conspiracy theory. We believe that Mr. Face is on a dial-up modem, at a desktop computer somewhere in the Ellensburg vicinity," Smelkerblat urged in a press conference at the Pentagon this morning.
According to his website, Face would be headed to Seattle, Wash. for dinner, where local FBI precinct chief Ari Donnerparty will be waiting, "wireless blogging is a serious offence. If Face has a device, we may have to speak to him."
Monday, November 24, 2008
Shareorists!
Giving rides? Cooking together? Cutting sandwiches in half? Paying bills together?
SHAREORISTS!
The BC crew shareorized Walla Walla today by sharing pie at Clarette's, watching unnamed films, and later, 2-4-1 margarita Mondays at Ti Kalli.
More deviant acts of Shareor to come!
Mike the 'gamer'
Don't ask questions. Download this game. Play it with up/down keys.
I've been uncomfortable about the proliferation of video games, but this (although merely) suggests that they may have a purpose. A purpose, like books and memory, that is good. After you've played, read the programmer's statement.
I'm called to Seattle mid-week for my industry's version of a conference: dinner! I'll take my laptop along and capture the carnage.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Bag Balm...
... Is the junction of excrement and vinegar to my olfactory sense. BUT IT WORKS.
I'm nearing the end of my first two consecutive days off in I-don't-know-how-long (actually I do know-- exactly-- but it's so sick I'm unwilling to say). Billy Joel's Captain Jack is playing on the stereo-- thank you, Michael, for being a Captain Jack karaoke harbinger-- and the dishes, laundry, and general clean-up for Thanksgiving are getting done.
My break from cleaning consists of: slipper socks, blogging, MultiGrain Cheerios and Bag Balm. I haven't had the chance to do this in ages and am relishing the tedium of no company but Luna and no activity but folding clothes. Life-- disrupted by a miraculous fling-- has been almost too exciting of late.
Yesterday we drove out to Monteillet in Dayton for cheese-tasting. Joan is fantastic; she believes in the potential of this valley in a way that inspires my faith and desire to build a life here amongst the vineyards, the houses that need green construction, the art community and the students I love. Also, she revealed the Filipino food joint in Dayton. I'll have to go. Anyone been there?
I'm nearing the end of my first two consecutive days off in I-don't-know-how-long (actually I do know-- exactly-- but it's so sick I'm unwilling to say). Billy Joel's Captain Jack is playing on the stereo-- thank you, Michael, for being a Captain Jack karaoke harbinger-- and the dishes, laundry, and general clean-up for Thanksgiving are getting done.
My break from cleaning consists of: slipper socks, blogging, MultiGrain Cheerios and Bag Balm. I haven't had the chance to do this in ages and am relishing the tedium of no company but Luna and no activity but folding clothes. Life-- disrupted by a miraculous fling-- has been almost too exciting of late.
Yesterday we drove out to Monteillet in Dayton for cheese-tasting. Joan is fantastic; she believes in the potential of this valley in a way that inspires my faith and desire to build a life here amongst the vineyards, the houses that need green construction, the art community and the students I love. Also, she revealed the Filipino food joint in Dayton. I'll have to go. Anyone been there?
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Daft Bodies
OMG!
We're totally crunk on this Daft Bodies YouTube phenomenon. Anyone can do it! Here's all the proof you NEED:
But we're equally inspired by the lovely examples of this YouTube genre:
We want to do our own regimented, slightly erotic/pornographic version. We're happy to take suggestions. Also, YouTube is really lame.
We're totally crunk on this Daft Bodies YouTube phenomenon. Anyone can do it! Here's all the proof you NEED:
But we're equally inspired by the lovely examples of this YouTube genre:
We want to do our own regimented, slightly erotic/pornographic version. We're happy to take suggestions. Also, YouTube is really lame.
Brunch this morning...
"White now, used to be brown? Sounds like a Michael Jackson egg."
Michael, on cage-free organic eggs.
Michael, on cage-free organic eggs.
Friday, November 21, 2008
"Wings of Desire"
Turns out to be much more watchable than Michael and I expected.
In fact, I'm going to re-watch it; mostly because I fell asleep during the first viewing.
I am terrible about doing this lately; I never used to fall asleep during films and now I find myself doing it all the time. It's as though sitting my ass down has become an excuse to turn the world off. Yuck.
In fact, I'm going to re-watch it; mostly because I fell asleep during the first viewing.
I am terrible about doing this lately; I never used to fall asleep during films and now I find myself doing it all the time. It's as though sitting my ass down has become an excuse to turn the world off. Yuck.
More reasons we continue to live:
If I'd gotten out of bed @ 11:45pm last night I'd have written:
"Kate Hudson's face. Oh!"
"Gaeta olives. Oh!"
"The Way of a Pilgrim translated from the Russian. Oh!"
"Billy Joel. Oh!"
"Freshly-squeezed Valencia orange juice. OH!"
I wasn't particularly articulate or connected to the wireless yesterday so I thought I'd skip.
"Kate Hudson's face. Oh!"
"Gaeta olives. Oh!"
"The Way of a Pilgrim translated from the Russian. Oh!"
"Billy Joel. Oh!"
"Freshly-squeezed Valencia orange juice. OH!"
I wasn't particularly articulate or connected to the wireless yesterday so I thought I'd skip.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Men like me...
An extremely strange person walked into the noodle shop yesterday. His carriage and apperance we alright, maybe a little more dressed up than I usually see for pho, but nothing remarkable. A young man. The strange thing was his behavior. He ordered a lot of food and Saké, was very polite, and sat alone. He asked me if I spoke Japanese. He watched me intently. He told me I work too hard. He tipped too much. He shook my hand before he left.
After he left, I thought about why I found this interraction so jarring, and I came to an unexpected conclusion. He was a man like me, characterized by the following:
•Well dressed
•Polite to strangers
•Asks strange questions
•Acts in-the-know, does not ask practical questions
•Starts conversations with strangers
•Over tips
•Goes to restaurants alone
All unnecessary gestures and postures. Fatally always the outsider.
Here's to this man. The other men like me.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Laptop Kitty!
You can pretty much bet Luna's on my lap when I'm blogging. She doesn't care to be there any other time. Just when I'm using the laptop. It's pretty much annoying, but I'll take what I can get.
The Players:
Small Face: born 25 January 1984, Aquarius, can't stick his tongue out very far, doesn't let allergies get in the way of his kickin' style.
Dry Skin: born 27 December 1984, Capricorn, with a lazy left eye that necessitated an eye patch at an early age, and big biceps from slicing meat.
Aquarius and Capricorn love compatibility
Both signs have a strong sense of self, but Aquarius wants to be free and Capricorn wants to dominate. They will find out soon that their romance has turned into a friendship. It is uneasy for the Capricorn to cope with the Aquarius in intimate affairs. The Aquarius is an inventive, free-willed person. He/she can't long be in love with the practical Capricorn. Aquarius is continually on the go and likes to spend money. Capricorn considers that frivolous and tries to impose strict controls. Aquarius may go through a number of jobs, searching for the right challenges but Capricorn's need for financial security is so strong that this will horrify him/her. This is not a satisfactory connection, and marriage will require efforts.
Gay or Black? You decide.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9feJEAH3drQ
I think this is the epitome of the conversation about 'gay marriage' in the US. Yes, we're post-homophobia, but we're not post-religious. See for yourself.
On a deeper comment, how is a civil rights debate not like a civil unions debate?
Yes, the country is not generally seeing the demand for marriage rights as a civil rights debate, and indeed, we are not discriminated against based on our skin, but we can still be fired, denied housing, and are generally be beaten up (and killed) for our chosen love. Race has very much to do with this debate and I yearn for it to be brought up again.
My parents could not have been legally married in 16 states merely 8 years before their marriage. That was a race issue.
I think this is the epitome of the conversation about 'gay marriage' in the US. Yes, we're post-homophobia, but we're not post-religious. See for yourself.
On a deeper comment, how is a civil rights debate not like a civil unions debate?
Yes, the country is not generally seeing the demand for marriage rights as a civil rights debate, and indeed, we are not discriminated against based on our skin, but we can still be fired, denied housing, and are generally be beaten up (and killed) for our chosen love. Race has very much to do with this debate and I yearn for it to be brought up again.
My parents could not have been legally married in 16 states merely 8 years before their marriage. That was a race issue.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Luna, trivia, and the reason we choose to continue living.
As promised, here are some pictures of Luna Lovegood aka "Alfred" the cat.
After we discussed the omission of "Maggie Mae" from the mix-tape, I made some other tremendously wonderful suggestions which were also shot down.
These included:
More than a Woman by the Bee Gees
She's Like the Wind, performed by Patrick Swayze and Wendy Fraser
As a consequence, I've had the later stuck in my head all night. Glory be to...
Yesterday I saved the day with toilet paper from my trunk.
Je and I ate enough for for six people.
I'm listening to Yaz rather loudly since Je was called to Oregon for no sales tax and lenient indecent exposure laws.
Brief note:
The conversation on the way to work went thus:
"I wish I had a mix with Maggie May on it."
"F*ck you."
Today I finished my progress report grading. Then I spent a good long while researching all my favorite music from my pandora stations, purchasing it and creating several fierce mixes for select persons and for the car. "Songs for Valerie and Other Women" is a compilation of slightly-lesser-known songs written about particular women. I opted not to add Rod Stewart's Maggie May.
And so Michael made fun of me for a good ten minutes.
"I wish I had a mix with Maggie May on it."
"F*ck you."
Today I finished my progress report grading. Then I spent a good long while researching all my favorite music from my pandora stations, purchasing it and creating several fierce mixes for select persons and for the car. "Songs for Valerie and Other Women" is a compilation of slightly-lesser-known songs written about particular women. I opted not to add Rod Stewart's Maggie May.
And so Michael made fun of me for a good ten minutes.
House Blog into the future!
Luna the cat, Je and I welcome you to our house blog! We'll keep you updated on our fun times, absurdities, comings and goings, and TMI-related adventures.
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