Crazee.
Not sure what to say, except I swam 1500+ meters today.
And I'm proud.
And tired.
Off to clean the kitchen.
Thrilling.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
The Perfect Shoe (Lady Post)
UPDATED UPDATE: I came to work at 8:30... it was 10 when I posted... I'm not *that* spoiled.
Almost 5 - haven't kicked them off under the desk yet.
I am beyond pleased... and way too into these shoes.
UPDATE: 10:30 am... marched into work in wellies (it's RAINING) and switched into The Perfect Shoe. I swear to God, I could run a marathon.
If running marathon means going downstairs to Starbucks for tea.
I plan on doing a 500 meter along the corridor of the office at 4pm to test the long-term wearability of The Perfect Shoe.
Carry on.
***
Girls.
We like our options.
Sure, we'll try to make a silk boyfriend out of sow's ex... or something... but the shoe has to be nothing less than PERFECT from day one.
Otherwise... it's
too pointy or
too square or
not pointy enough or
too shiny or
too matte or
too patent-y,
you know...
But I found The Perfect Black Shoe, purchased yesterday at Ann Taylor
If any of you EVER hear me say ANYTHING about not having the "right shoe" feel free to pick up the shoe and put out an eye.
My eye, I mean,
for being a whiny, spoilt prat with skewed priorities and a subscription to Vogue.
I appreciate it.
In the meantime, I'll be prancing around downtown in my perfect shoes, gleefully tossing my tam, balancing on fountains with a sassy twinkle in my eye and other standard-issue young-thing-in-the-city attitudes I could potentially strike.
Almost 5 - haven't kicked them off under the desk yet.
I am beyond pleased... and way too into these shoes.
UPDATE: 10:30 am... marched into work in wellies (it's RAINING) and switched into The Perfect Shoe. I swear to God, I could run a marathon.
If running marathon means going downstairs to Starbucks for tea.
I plan on doing a 500 meter along the corridor of the office at 4pm to test the long-term wearability of The Perfect Shoe.
Carry on.
***
Girls.
We like our options.
Sure, we'll try to make a silk boyfriend out of sow's ex... or something... but the shoe has to be nothing less than PERFECT from day one.
Otherwise... it's
too pointy or
too square or
not pointy enough or
too shiny or
too matte or
too patent-y,
you know...
But I found The Perfect Black Shoe, purchased yesterday at Ann Taylor
If any of you EVER hear me say ANYTHING about not having the "right shoe" feel free to pick up the shoe and put out an eye.
My eye, I mean,
for being a whiny, spoilt prat with skewed priorities and a subscription to Vogue.
I appreciate it.
In the meantime, I'll be prancing around downtown in my perfect shoes, gleefully tossing my tam, balancing on fountains with a sassy twinkle in my eye and other standard-issue young-thing-in-the-city attitudes I could potentially strike.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Urban Spinario
Spinario, or Boy with Thorn.
A classic posture used in art, not unlike the contraposto.
A sculpture
A lithograph
A photograph
Yesterday, as I walked down the alley to my parking garage, I saw a man sitting in a doorway in this classic pose.
It reminded me a trip I took to New York City almost 10 years ago, when I saw a man in Central Park, in the same pose.
Something about that moment reminded me that in thousands of years, little has changed.
A thorn is still a thing to be reckoned with.
A classic posture used in art, not unlike the contraposto.
A sculpture
A lithograph
A photograph
Yesterday, as I walked down the alley to my parking garage, I saw a man sitting in a doorway in this classic pose.
It reminded me a trip I took to New York City almost 10 years ago, when I saw a man in Central Park, in the same pose.
Something about that moment reminded me that in thousands of years, little has changed.
A thorn is still a thing to be reckoned with.
weep
Madeleine L'Engle died today.
Read her books, if you haven't already.
I always wanted to be Meg Murray and someday meet my Calvin O'Keefe.
What a great example of awkward teenage love...
Is there anything more pure, more baggage-free, more soul-comforting than 100% unsullied-by-time nerd-love?
No.
No there isn't.
*sigh*
Read her books, if you haven't already.
I always wanted to be Meg Murray and someday meet my Calvin O'Keefe.
What a great example of awkward teenage love...
Is there anything more pure, more baggage-free, more soul-comforting than 100% unsullied-by-time nerd-love?
No.
No there isn't.
*sigh*
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Savagely wringing out the last drips of summer
This evening was beautiful, so I met a friend for al fresco smoothies at Liquid Planet in Lakewood.
We were supposed to go to the beach after, but the weight of the day proved too much, so I went alone.
I stopped being the girl who went to the beach alone a long long time ago - like -1989-long-time-ago.
And its not that I'm opposed to being that girl, but the beach seems like the final frontier of alone-i-tude.
Maybe its the lack of trust. A fear that I'll come back to find my things stolen.
Or maybe it's just so much exposure, emotional on top of the physical.
Who knows.
But I went anyway, drawn by the fleet of white from Wed'y race night offshore.
I figured I would walk the loop and sit on rocks.
But as I walked, I became succinctly aware of my bathing suit -
My skin itched to get into the water -
Suddenly my entire body was a dowsing rod and I couldn't NOT be in the water.
So I ran back up to the car... the whole time arguing with myself that if I didn't go into the water, it was a loss for my life and then thinking how much easier it would be to simply go home, defeated.
Somehow, when I was making up my mind to go back to the beach, the decision was on a far grander scale than simply to swim or not to swim.
It was more about trust and confidence and independence and self-indulgence.
That said, I left my clothes and keys in the car, taking only my ignition key and hanging it from my necklace.
I took my beach bag and walked down to the shore and swam for an hour.
I dog-paddled and did the breast-stroke and free-styled and floated and treaded water and swam out past the buoys to watch the spinnakers unfurl on the boats.
Alone.
So now I'm the girl who can swim alone.
We were supposed to go to the beach after, but the weight of the day proved too much, so I went alone.
I stopped being the girl who went to the beach alone a long long time ago - like -1989-long-time-ago.
And its not that I'm opposed to being that girl, but the beach seems like the final frontier of alone-i-tude.
Maybe its the lack of trust. A fear that I'll come back to find my things stolen.
Or maybe it's just so much exposure, emotional on top of the physical.
Who knows.
But I went anyway, drawn by the fleet of white from Wed'y race night offshore.
I figured I would walk the loop and sit on rocks.
But as I walked, I became succinctly aware of my bathing suit -
My skin itched to get into the water -
Suddenly my entire body was a dowsing rod and I couldn't NOT be in the water.
So I ran back up to the car... the whole time arguing with myself that if I didn't go into the water, it was a loss for my life and then thinking how much easier it would be to simply go home, defeated.
Somehow, when I was making up my mind to go back to the beach, the decision was on a far grander scale than simply to swim or not to swim.
It was more about trust and confidence and independence and self-indulgence.
That said, I left my clothes and keys in the car, taking only my ignition key and hanging it from my necklace.
I took my beach bag and walked down to the shore and swam for an hour.
I dog-paddled and did the breast-stroke and free-styled and floated and treaded water and swam out past the buoys to watch the spinnakers unfurl on the boats.
Alone.
So now I'm the girl who can swim alone.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Chocolate zucchini bread
I'm a pretty lax baker when it comes to experimental things (I tend to incorporate 2-3 recipes together and see what happens)
I love when what happens is good...
(I have to commit it to paper before I forget)
Pre-heat oven to 350 (325 if using a glass dish)
3 eggs
2 cups sugar
1 tsp vanilla or about 1/2 a bean
5 oz chocolate (milk... semi sweet... whatev)
1 heaping Tbsp unsweetened cocoa
1/2 can PLAIN pumpkin puree
2.5 cups shredded zucchini... sort of rung out, but not bone dry
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground ginger
Melt the chocolate on LOW in a sauce pan (I use the Trader Joes Pound Plus... 5 squares... 3 milk, 2 semi sweet)
Don't over-melt it... you could nuke it, but I've long since gotten rid of the beast.
Anyway-
So you whip the eggs into a frothy, lemon-colored riot.
add the sugar... vanilla... cocoa... pumpkin - stir till smooth.
Fold in the zucchini.
Add more chocolate if you see fit... no judgement... this recipe is OIL FREE and therefore equal to a monastic fast.
In a separate bowl, mix dry ingredients (no need to sift, my pretties, this is rough hewn baking).
Stir dry into the wet.
This is about 1 loaf + 3 mini loaves worth...
So spray that PAM (the baking PAM smells cloyingly sweet, in a good way)
and scoop the batter and lick the spoon.
Bake the little ones about 45 minutes, or until a knife comes out clean.
Bake the bigger one about an hour, hour fifteen... trust the knife.
Share the love (the fiber. the antioxidants and the hidden veggies)
I love when what happens is good...
(I have to commit it to paper before I forget)
Pre-heat oven to 350 (325 if using a glass dish)
3 eggs
2 cups sugar
1 tsp vanilla or about 1/2 a bean
5 oz chocolate (milk... semi sweet... whatev)
1 heaping Tbsp unsweetened cocoa
1/2 can PLAIN pumpkin puree
2.5 cups shredded zucchini... sort of rung out, but not bone dry
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground ginger
Melt the chocolate on LOW in a sauce pan (I use the Trader Joes Pound Plus... 5 squares... 3 milk, 2 semi sweet)
Don't over-melt it... you could nuke it, but I've long since gotten rid of the beast.
Anyway-
So you whip the eggs into a frothy, lemon-colored riot.
add the sugar... vanilla... cocoa... pumpkin - stir till smooth.
Fold in the zucchini.
Add more chocolate if you see fit... no judgement... this recipe is OIL FREE and therefore equal to a monastic fast.
In a separate bowl, mix dry ingredients (no need to sift, my pretties, this is rough hewn baking).
Stir dry into the wet.
This is about 1 loaf + 3 mini loaves worth...
So spray that PAM (the baking PAM smells cloyingly sweet, in a good way)
and scoop the batter and lick the spoon.
Bake the little ones about 45 minutes, or until a knife comes out clean.
Bake the bigger one about an hour, hour fifteen... trust the knife.
Share the love (the fiber. the antioxidants and the hidden veggies)
Quit yer bitchin
Ok... ok... a little self-pity never really hurt anyone, did it?
Anyway, fab weekend.
I stayed at my grandmother's who is out of town in ALASKA.
On a CRUISE.
With her BOYFRIEND.
She's 83~
Good for her.
*shakes head sagely*
Anyway, stayed there all weekend.
Went to the TIffin Flea Market...
1. NASCAR
2. Jesus
3. The War
o, and a beautifully felted cloche for winter wear.
But mostly NASCAR.
Spent the next day at my cousin's pool sunning and swimming and drinking Brandy Alexanders
with cousin K and her friend T who happened to have lived in my 'hood.
More sitting outside, but overlooking the Huron River at night.
Then more pool time the next day with a turkey smoked by daddy-o.
Everyone brought starches... with cheese... flavored with bacon...
It was like the Fourth all over again.
Interspersed weekend with biking, hiking, planting and picking... and a little wool-gathering.
Not to mention pushing a 1920s tractor out of a rut and into a barn...
I brought back 3 zucchinis as big as all outdoors from Nana's garden.
From one I have made:
Zucchini pumpkin bread - 1 loaf, 6 muffins
Chocolate zucchini pumpkin bread, 1 loaf, 3 mini loaves
12 zucchini feta latkes.
I have 2 more... any thoughts?
They are HUGE so not very good for raw use....
I may simply make loaf after loaf and freeze.
I think the chocolate will be good (it's baking now... yum...)
What a great way to end the summer.
Up next.. what to do with apples, pears and chestnuts....?
Anyway, fab weekend.
I stayed at my grandmother's who is out of town in ALASKA.
On a CRUISE.
With her BOYFRIEND.
She's 83~
Good for her.
*shakes head sagely*
Anyway, stayed there all weekend.
Went to the TIffin Flea Market...
1. NASCAR
2. Jesus
3. The War
o, and a beautifully felted cloche for winter wear.
But mostly NASCAR.
Spent the next day at my cousin's pool sunning and swimming and drinking Brandy Alexanders
with cousin K and her friend T who happened to have lived in my 'hood.
More sitting outside, but overlooking the Huron River at night.
Then more pool time the next day with a turkey smoked by daddy-o.
Everyone brought starches... with cheese... flavored with bacon...
It was like the Fourth all over again.
Interspersed weekend with biking, hiking, planting and picking... and a little wool-gathering.
Not to mention pushing a 1920s tractor out of a rut and into a barn...
I brought back 3 zucchinis as big as all outdoors from Nana's garden.
From one I have made:
Zucchini pumpkin bread - 1 loaf, 6 muffins
Chocolate zucchini pumpkin bread, 1 loaf, 3 mini loaves
12 zucchini feta latkes.
I have 2 more... any thoughts?
They are HUGE so not very good for raw use....
I may simply make loaf after loaf and freeze.
I think the chocolate will be good (it's baking now... yum...)
What a great way to end the summer.
Up next.. what to do with apples, pears and chestnuts....?
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