In addition to some “All New” content, I have a few things to update today.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
People don’t want me to always agree with them. They can sense this is phony. They can sense I am trying to control them: I am agreeing with them to make them like me. They feel; “I don’t want to exist to like you. I DON’T exist to like you.”
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
I Was Lost But Now I Am Found
I knew as soon as I blogged about not being able to find my Garmin GPS watch it would show up! This morning as I packed my clothes for my afternoon run back to my car (sorry, no George’s in the cards again tonight) I noticed that the velcro of the watch band had attached itself to the padding of my hydration pack. I had put the hydration pack, which I use only to transport items during these runs, away immediately when I returned home on Wednesday never noticing its hitchhiker.
You Can Buy Or You Can Stream
When I picked Elvis Costello’s “Momofuko” as my “CD Pick Of The Week” yesterday I did not know that I’d be able to hear it in its entirety streamed on the internet. W00t!
If you’d like to give it a virtual spin, you can do so here.
These Boots Were Made For PhotoHiking
I stopped by REI on my way home from work on Monday. After much deliberation I settled on these Merrell hiking boots.
I also picked up a pair of hiking socks — women’s hiking socks. Why women’s? Because they were brown (the only “feminine part” is the color of the stitching of the Smartwool name on the bottom of the sock), are large enough for a man’s foot (there was a man’s sizing equivalent marked on the package) and most importantly, they were in stock. As part of REI’s sale they have Smartwool socks 30% off and it appears that there has been a run on men’s hiking socks. Who knows, they might help me hike lighter? And if they are uncomfortable I am sure I can find another use for them.
ITP Flickr Pic
I told her that I’d make her a star! buy her a lunch.
This is my coworker Chrissy who willingly subjected herself to being my model for my People Photography homework for Week #1.
Another Night Of Oddball Dinners
On Monday night dinner consisted of bread/butter, cheese, radishes, and beer. Last night I substituted hummus for the butter, sausage for the radishes, and added some gherkin pickles. Oddly, I enjoyed each night’s dinner immensely. Sometimes it’s not a bad thing to have too little time to cook, as long as you have other quality items on which to nosh.
This American Life… TV
I’ve been meaning to mention this all week, but keep forgetting. This American Life has once again returned to television on Showtime (how did they not secure www.showtime.com?). It appears that Showtime is streaming episodes in case you don’t subscribe to their tv channel.
Go watch! It’s quality entertainment.
RealiTV Update: Hell’s Kitchen
Can anyone on Hell’s Kitchen cook? WTF? Do Sweet 16 parties like that shown last night really happen? DOUBLE WTF? We are a country with completely fucked up priorities; and no, I am not just coming to this conclusion.
Did you eat shrimp by the time you were sixteen? I am pretty sure that I had. If you hadn’t, would you at least try it to see if you liked it? I am certain that I would.
Last night the cooks in Hell’s Kitchen had to come up some items to be served up to a Spoiled Brat Sweet 16 party. The maid of honor has never eaten a shrimp, turns her nose at filet mignon because she thinks it’s “too fatty”, but has no problem ramming a “stuffed” chicken wing into her face — before heading to the bathroom to purge just like her other Hollywood friends. Amazingly, the men win a challenge and get a day at Malibu Grand Prix (what’s with the shitty-ass rewards?) while the ladies have to deal with Flamey McFlameAlot party planner and Plasticine Mommy Dearest.
During the night’s service both sides manage to screw up the dinners of the two most “important” guests, at which point Ramsay himself steps in to cook the meal for the princess (and I shout “Aw, Hell no! The bitch has been spoiled her whole life, she doesn’t deserve a meal made by Ramsay!”). Bumbling and stumbling, which is the norm for Hell’s Kitchen, ensues and by night’s end Ramsay can’t decide which team is worse so each team must nominate a candidate.
As has become the norm Ramsay overrules a team and brings up an extra whipping pony to join the race. In the end it’s the slow, fat girl who gets the ax — how fitting for a Hollywood “Sweet 16 Party” episode. Nothing like instilling more of the “Must Be Thin To Win” attitude… I’m sure that all of the kids waited outside after rocking out to the jams of The Pink Spiders just to ridicule Shayla as she left the show.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – concerned
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Black Mountain — “Stormy High”
Website Of The Day – All this time I’ve been trying to hire intelligent employees. Who knew that I could simply be targeting Good Looking Employees?
Exercise (b)Log – nothing, it was a photography class night
Monthly Foot Mileage – 0 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 25 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – Marta
Monthly Marta Rides – 5
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 37 (37)
May Goals
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
I didn’t eat shrimp until I was 20, but mainly because Mom never prepared it and I never thought to order it anywhere before then.
Those Sweet 16 Spoiled Brat shows are incredible, aren’t they? I guess people really DO live like that, but yeah, what messed up priorities.
Not seeing the show, I can’t really comment with complete accuracy….but you know what? I don’t have to try tripe to say I don’t ever want to eat it. (Or liver, or cow tongue, or you get my picture.) At 16, I was even more picky about what I would try or not try. So, spoiled as she is, I can kind of relate to not wanting to try something you’re already convinced you “don’t like”….even if you never tried it.
I admit that there are things that I’ve shuddered to eat, even today, but shrimp? Oh well, to each his/her own.
Btw- I didn’t know that cow tongue was tasty until I ordered a “lengua” taco in Arizona last year only to find out later that “lengua = tongue”.
Also meant to say – great photo! Chrissy is beautiful! If I looked like her, I’d offer to let you photograph me, too. (so, for the record? no, you can’t) 😉
Looks to me like you scored a last-minute coup on the homework assignment – get any feedback from the class? Learn anything from fellow classmates that you’ll incorporate into your next assignment?
-Randy
Yeah she was quite the sport…. although I am not sure if she liked the shots I gave her.
I learned a lot, but mostly from my shoot. I learned to slow down. I learned to take control of the situation, otherwise I won’t be satisfied with the results. I also learned not to enter into a competition with Maigh — she took some awesome shots.
HA! Did you get today’s website from that billboard at the corner of Maynard Terrace and Memorial? Every morning I pass that sucker on the way to work, and it always pisses me off.
Well played Jenka! (I wish I had one of those Buzz clappy hand emoticons here).
I got stuck at that light on my way to the Marta station this morning and noticed the billboard for the first time today.
I’d Fuh!