There are two things you should do. Watch this criminally touching video - but take it from me and don’t do it at work.
Cancer has taken the life of yet another innocent. Thankfully he was surrounded by more love and support than most people could dream of. I’m proud of this hometown boy and the way that he lived and the way that he died. RIP.
I cannot believe this old Polaroid camera Eric inherited. Now we just need 100 peel apart pack film and a 3v battery. Who needs instagram when you’ve got the real thing! 😊 #old #vintage #polaroid #camera
QUOTES FROM HEARING MICHAEL POLLAN SPEAK LAST NIGHT
"The Microwave is the Ayn Rand of Kitchen Appliances"
(referring to the fact that the microwave is designed to cook single serving meals… it has an ‘every man for itself’ angle - not conducive to a family meal)
"Today the average American spends a mere 27 minutes a day on food preparation (another four minutes cleaning up); that’s less than half the time that we spent cooking and cleaning up when Julia arrived on our television screens. It’s also less than half the time it takes to watch a single episode of “Top Chef” or “Chopped” or “The Next Food Network Star.” What this suggests is that a great many Americans are spending considerably more time watching images of cooking on television than they are cooking themselves"
(this one is just great isn’t it?!)
In reference to dealing with America’s obesity problem, "eat whatever you want as long as you prepare it yourself."
(he said this but I believe he was quoting someone else)
Do you have one of those songs that you’ve been listening to for years. Really, I’m talking 10 years. And over this time the lyrics slowly seep into your brain… a witty line here, a witty line there. And then one day you are listening to it, REALLY listening to it and you hear what the song is saying and you’re like, ‘holy shit! these lyrics are brilliant!’ I had that this morning. In the past there were a few lines I always really liked:
"Political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred"
"Majority rule, don’t work in mental institutions. Sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions"
But now, seeing the big picture, I can say I love every fucking word of this song. In a pissed off kind of way :)
The Idiots Are Taking Over It’s not the right time to be sober Now the idiots have taken over Spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer?
Mensa membership conceding Tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding Watson, it’s really elementary The industrial revolution Has flipped the bitch on evolution The benevolent and wise are being thwarted, ostracized, what a bummer The world keeps getting dumber Insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason
Darwin’s rolling over in his coffin The fittest are surviving much less often Now everything seems to be reversing, and it’s worsening Someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool Now angry mob mentality’s no longer the exception, it’s the rule And I’m starting to feel a lot like Charlton Heston Stranded on a primate planet Apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground With generals and the armies that obeyed them Followers following fables Philosophies that enable them to rule without regard
There’s no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated Political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred Majority rule, don’t work in mental institutions Sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions
What are we left with? A nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists Who feel it’s their duty to populate the homeland Pass on traditions How to get ahead religions And prosperity via simpleton culture
I don’t know that I’ve ever spent Friday night at the gym before, it’s not the same gym as it is in the daytime. It’s sparse and quiet and a different crowd all together. I was walking around the track to warm up listening to an audio book I’ve tried to get into three times now but just can’t so my mind started drifting. I was watching the teenage Somalian boys play basketball and I kept imagining a gunman running into they gym below and opening fire. And what would I do? Could I be a hero against automatic weapons armed with nothing by my iphone? Heh what a joke. There’s no where to hide on the track only a chain-link barrier for ‘safety’. I was thinking I would lay flat on the track as far away from the barrier as I could - there was no way a shot could be fired from below at an angle that would hit me. I would try to army crawl down to one of the exits and pray it wasn’t an exit someone would be running up. That was my plan. I wasn’t happy with it, I hate that ‘luck’ element. After a mile I decide I’m creeped out by the track and go hop on a treadmill for a jog. The story of the Boston Marathon Bomber is on every TV in the machine area. They caught him while I was at the gym, people were cheering, the whole thing felt strange. I start jogging and looking around and see that I’m not 10 feet from a garbage can. My mind drifts back to that dark place. I know there’s not a bomb in that trash can but what if there was a bomb in that trash can? What would happen? I’m pretty close. Is 10 feet close enough for me to blow up with it? For some reason I think no, it’s not. What would happen? Would the heat from the explosion melt my skin? Would plastic from the trash can fly at me and melt into my scalp? I’m thinking these thoughts and fighting an intense urge to get off this treadmill and get away from that garbage can. It’s so stupid but I can’t stop my mind from going there. Between the school massacre earlier this year and the marathon tragedy this week the shooting in Bryn Mawr late last year that movie theater shooting… it’s been a scary time in the world. Every time one of these events occurred I’ve been at work, at my desk, streaming it all day long. How many hours of obsessing over these killings can one take before it starts to creep into your psyche and you start to formulate escape plans from gunmen when you’re working out at the gym? Will I stop doing this once the most recent event starts to fade into the past? Or are these events starting to change me? These thoughts I was having tonight, that I’ve been having for a while now, are new to me. Thoughts of self-preservation and heroism and fear and planning never occurred to me in the past. Why would they have? Something inside me knows that the Boston bombing wasn’t the end of this streak of violence we will have more tragedy’s like this and if they’re effecting and changing me then they must be effecting the country as a whole. I can’t help but feel like the safe world I grew up in where my parents didn’t lock the door and let me run around with my friends all night is gone. It gives me a real sense of sadness. It has me worried and I’m not going to lie to you, there’s a high likelihood I will not be signing up for the treadmill next to the garbage can again.
I really don’t enjoy wedding planning. I’ve been trying to avoid it for the most part and then last night, while I’m asleep I have an honest to goodness nightmare about it. It went something like this (in bullets):
The day of the wedding had arrived but we hadn’t prepared anything except booking the venue
I asked my mom to go buy me a dress while I tried to find a caterer that could accommodate 150 people with only a few hours notice
My mom bought me a blue velvet dress that looked like it has waltzed out of little house on the prairie (see this)
My hair was curly then I decided to straighten it then it ended up looking something like this
My childhood best friend’s mom decided to decorate our cocktail tables with tissue paper and framed pictures of people I didn’t know when all I wanted was a candle and small bowl of chocolate covered almonds!
I know most people are angry that it’s snowing here in April… but me, I’m quietly happy it’s the perfect weather to watch the snow fall from my desk and put ‘Ghost of Tom Joad' on my headphones. Sparse, quiet music is so seasonal… thanks universe for one last shot.
Insomnia. What a curse. I’ve been up since 4:30am and it’s a drag. Sounds like there’s a child crying outside but I can’t find anything (anyone) so I’m guessing it’s just one of the neighborhood cats hiding out of sight.It’s haunting. Tonight though insomnia seems totally worth it - I came across this youtube video (below). It’s just the vocal track from the stones ‘Gimmie Shelter’. It’s Mick Jagger and a backup singer, Merry Clayton and wow! Story goes the Stones called her in at 1am and she came to the studio in her pajamas on and curlers in her hair and she was pregnant and on her third pass at ‘Gimmie Shelter’ she gave this performance. This earth-moving, I’m-giving-you-everything-I’ve-got kind of performance. On the final chorus when she’s shouting ‘rape murder…” and her voice is cracking and Mick is in the background cheering her on is the stuff rock and roll legends are made of. And just when I thought I couldn’t love the stones anymore…
I wouldn’t say it was hard. I wouldn’t say we succeeded. But I wouldn’t say we failed. Giving up TV for seven days went something like this:
Day 1: dinner/playing music/book shopping/coffee shop
Day 2: dinner/gym/movie/go home and read
Day 3: dinner/do hair/do a fun little graphic design project/read/bed
Day 4 (friday): dinner (with plans of going out, that fell through turning into: playing music and watching a movie)
Day 5 (saturday): breakfast/gym/errands/lunch/wedding stuff/watch ONE episode of supernatural/get dolled up/go to formal birthday/eat/drink/merry
Day 6 (sunday): linternet/weisman art museum/hong kong noodle/watch ONE episode of Vampire Diaries/Another friends birthday dinner/drinks
Day 7: Passover Sader.
So, in the end we watched 2 episodes of television and 2 movies. It was a really cold week so that made it harder. I think it’s OK. I’d be happy if that was how many hours of TV we watched always. Next Goal - try to make that a reality.
1997 through 2010 I either did not own a television or I owned a television that had no reception and was only good for watching movies. Then, in 2010, I move in with my boyfriend and we get this 42” flat screen and we can stream netflix and watch hulu on it and the next thing you know I’m pulling down 5 episodes a night of whatever TV series I happen to be into at the moment without a second thought. It’s relaxing and gluttonous and downright disgusting. At times I’d go as far to say it makes me feel like a junkie. Last week as we whipped through season 2 of “The Killing" (awesome series btw) I’d had enough and I turned to my bf and begged him to join me in turning off the TV for a week… to start with anyways.
Today was our first TV-less day. After 3 years of being completely out of control it was a big change. I got home from work and E was cooking dinner. I sat on the couch flipping through his ‘runners’ magazine (I’m sorry but a magazine entirely about running is ridiculous - do you really need more than one issue ever?) and then jumped in the shower. We had dinner together at the table rather than on the couch and we chatted and it was nice. Then he picked up his guitar and I picked up my violin and we played music together for about and hour and then it’s what… 8:00? And we look at each other and say, “ermmm… what do we do with ourselves now? This is really sad.” I’d like to interject here and come to our defense in that tonight was the first night of a nasty cold snap so there is a ‘coop-ed up inside’ thing going on. Anyways, we decide to brave the cold, pick up some cat food and run to the book store to get some new books. We ended up spending a good hour rummaging through Barnes and Nobel then we walked over to starbucks and got some hot liquids and made our way home. On the drive home we concluded that it was actually a really nice night and that we should cancel our Netflix subscription. I’m looking forward to cozy-ing up in bed with my new book and I’m looking forward to what the rest of the week will bring.