August 2009
6 posts
Shark
Pretty much the only thing that shows up on my tumblr any more is dear old love, and it is really going the way of post secret.
Pie on a stick?
??!@#$
Rural Juror
DC District Court has selected me for jury duty. For like, two weeks. Apparently it pays $40 a day (of course you have to report it).
Please check out the waiting/hanging-out area that awaits me: Juror Lounge
Poor gingers
“A growing body of research shows that people with red hair need larger doses of anesthesia and often are resistant to local pain blockers like Novocaine.”
NYT
“PizzaMarketplace.com seeks an editor who can deliver must-read content for the...”
– JournalismJobs.com, AKA The Sad State of Journalism Jobs
Baking with Julia →
“The woman was 6 foot 2 and had arms like a longshoreman.”
July 2009
17 posts
Nappers →
Last night's dinner (eaten alone, clearly)
- 2.5 ears of corn (1.5 organic, 1 Safeway)
- one small bag of Swedish fish
- Knob Creek and ginger ale
“You occupied the house
that darkly awaited you
and then you lit the lamps.”
– Neruda, “Epithalamium”
Broken Picture Telephone →
(my contribution is last)
The math of "Set" →
I love this game but hate math. This proof page makes me reconsider that (I am good at something that is being shown to have definite math roots) and reconfirm it (looking at proofs makes me dizzy).
Anyway, play Set here.
Andorra
The Tour de France has reminded me about the existence of Andorra, which I have thought as of a strange place since tourism posters in 2005 alerted me to its existence.
It is the Delaware of Western Europe (no taxes, tiny). It declared war on Imperial Germany in WWI, but stayed in an “official state of belligerency” until 1957 because it wasn’t included in the Versailles Peace...
“Laughing is, like, my favorite thing to do.”
– Agyness Deyn (this article has so many good quotes, even though the writer uses the line “irradiate me with her inner being”)
Reinheim History
Today I discovered that I am a Hessian. So my family might have helped the redcoats? But my dad told me I am related to Ethan Allen?
“The first “zonk” is still titled “zonk” but each zonk...”
– more Wikipedia on Zonk.
“The first game of Zonk was played in the early 1980’s on Long Island, New...”
– Wikipedia, brought to my attention by a coworker who noticed “zonked” as my Facebook status. Except that my zonked is just sleepiness/zombieness.
New to me
Saproxylic (species) : requiring the presence of very old, large, dead trees
Imagine being this girl.. →
Airbus — not doing so hot. Also, there’s a small error (“was been delayed”) at the end.
June 2009
28 posts
From the cafeteria
How is that the French can make so many wonderful, amazing desserts, and yet they can’t seem to get the hang of the brownie?
Dream log
Last night I had some bad dreams, and the first was about the apocalypse. It was nothing like my previous and as of then only world-will-end dream, which borrowed heavily from Dante’s Inferno and involved a crumbling spiral staircase surrounded by a city in flames and flailing bodies. This one was less fire and brimstone and more fear and loathing. I remember seeing a lot of white and...
“My stomach empty, I explored this strange collection of taxidermied animals...”
– NYT
“Uff da (can also be spelled uff-da, uffda, uff-dah, oofda, ufda, ufdah, oofta or...”
– Wikipedia. Despite growing up in PA and having spent only maybe a week in my life in Minnesota, I find myself saying “oofta.” My dad does too. There has to be some German involvement.
Their music = white noise
There is a band called The Airborne Toxic Event.
Free and well described
Pale yellow hat, ribbon & flower (Woodley Park, DC)
Great for day weddings or church or any time you want to look extra special.
Filing Cabinet (LeDroit Park)
Very black and metallic.
Things that will leave the office with me today
1. a top secret birthday present
2. Haribo gummy alligators
3. Du Côté de chez Swann (folo classique edition, or, I feel ambitious)
4. Madame Bovary (pretty hardcover Penguin edition, or, I like cover art)
5. Knob Creek whiskey (50% alcohol by volume!)
Cap'n
Maybe I’ve spent too much time looking at Craigslist furniture listings lately (probably), but I’ve come to the conclusion that it is weird that tables have “captain chairs.” What, like, only the dude or the cook gets to rest his arms? This is really petty, but it is one of those weird things that linger, like how my shirts button differently from my boyfriend’s.
“Si le ciel tombait, il y aurait bien des alouettes prises.
(If the sky fell,...”
– someone named Angot
Stop trying to make "pant jumpers" happen. →
I’ve got a romper, and it’s awesome. But the onesie has its places, and they are the apartment and the beach.
““Capitalsaurus” fossils were discovered in January of 1898 at the...”
– Wikipedia, State dinosaurs
(for more information, consult the Official Dinosaur Act of 1998, Bill 12-538)
List of U.S. state foods →
North Carolina:
State blue berry: Blueberry
State red berry: Strawberry
Pennsylvania:
State cookie: chocolate chip cookie (NB the state beverage is milk)
Washington:
State muffin: Blueberry
Utah:
State historic vegetable: Sugar beet
A cookie-cake-pie?? →
already in hypothetical hyperglycemic shock
They look like Ray-Bans →
I went to see “Up” last night, and it was worth it for a) the sweet 3D glasses b) the facial expressions of the curmudgeonly old man and the chubby little kid.
trapeze class →
who wants to join me?
For real
I just got a Craigslist email back from someone named Francella Chinchilla.
goths in hot weather →
“Congratulations, introspective young man, for braving the German sun in full velvet and leather!”
PB: oh my goodness
we’re sending a water witch to nicaragua
PB: also someone in my office got tired of working and started painting rocks
and gluing hats on them
Priya: YES I get to use the word Trashumancia again!
me: gluing hats on them?
Priya: yes
small hats
like doll sized
eat your heart out, bon jovi →
speakeasies →
i want a drink.
“We are professional pray-ers,” said Father McCoy, who wears a white habit, a...”
– NYT on some entrepreneurial monks’ business, LaserMonks (!)
how fucking romantic →