(Source) Bookzilla, the mascot for the upcoming Decatur Book Festival, is totally amazing. His mouth is a book. Lucky! Speaking of which, I miss my books, most of which I left at home, so badly. Be good, boys!
I love the way my journal looks stacked on my nightstand with The Woman From Sarajevo. I’m trying to be really good about keeping my journal. It’s sometimes a pain, but it’s always so nice to look back, later, on how things were.
“If I am going to waste my time on the Internet,” she concluded, “it will be playing in online backgammon tournaments.” I love it. From “Facebook Exodus,” in this weekend’s New York Times Magazine.
People of Wal-Mart
Y’all probably caught it on Gawker, but this site is genius.
My photos from June. A bit late, but barring anything supremely great happening in the next four months, June will have probably been the best month of my year.
Sundays are for studying. (And, this particular day, wandering around the mall with no intention to buy, running in the rain, and lazing in bed longer than perhaps reasonable.)
I’ve been walking and running in a nice park on the Emory campus pretty close to my house. There’s a little lake in the middle with ducks, and I decided to bring them the last few slices of bread in a loaf I had sitting around. I thought it would be cute and kind of fun, but the ducks went nuts and started pecking at each other and flopping all around. Probably not my best idea. ...
There’s so many neat things to look at in Atlanta, cool buildings and old signs and interesting people. Caught this building across the street from the Whole Foods on Ponce. (Or Poncey, if you will.)
Finally got to try out my new umbrella when it started drizzling on my way home. It lost its novelty pretty quickly, though, because it poured the next morning and despite my umbrella, rainboots, and raincoat, I was completely drenched by the time I got to class. Fun fun. This picture’s a bit blurry, but I always look better in photos that are out-of-focus, or when my back’s to the...
dream on monkey mountain
Plays are nice, because you can finish them in a day or two. I finished Dream on Monkey Mountain (Derek Walcott) last night. It dealt a lot with law, which was kind of interesting. I don’t feel this way yet, but I’m betting that I will around, say, exams, so here it is so that I don’t forget: Don’t tell me about the law. Once I loved the law. I thought the law was just,...
Went to the main library to pick out my next book. I had scoped out the library earlier and couldn’t find the books, so I had to ask at the circulation desk: Where do y’all keep the books? I swear they admitted me. Anyway, once I found the stacks I was super excited about how high tech the whole thing is. The shelves move, so if the aisle your looking for is closed, you get to push...
The Pendleton House
I’ve been making my way through Matt Tyrnauer’s fascinating article on the late famed Hollywood architect John Woolf. I’ve never seen this iconic photo of the Pendleton House. I’m not a huge fan of the whole l.a. vibe, but this just oozes old Hollywood glamour and I love it. Image by Slim Aarons, via Vanity Fair.
things i like lately, volume four
- Settling into my routine, which I lovelovelove - Checking out cute hipster boys in little five points. - The neighborhood Poncey-Highlands, mostly for its name. I might call Ponce de Leon Poncey from this point forward. - Eavesdropping. Today I saw a guy flirting with a girl. As he got up to leave, he asked her name. “If I had known your name I would have asked for your number. I’ll...
Finally went to Soul Vegetarian, a chain of popular vegan soul food restaurants. It was delicious.
"The Godfather Wars"
I’m a little behind on my Vanity Fairs, so I just finished a great article by Mark Seal on the Godfather from the March 2009 edition. I’m ashamed to say I’ve never seen the movie, but I really need to after reading this article. I know mafiosi (who knew that was the plural?) are “bad,” but there’s something endearing about their mannerisms and bluntness. Plus, I’m scared of pretty much anything...
green on green
Traffic lights in Atlanta change really slowly.
Finally finished Independent People. It was good, but a hell of a read, and I’m glad it’s over.
I try to refrain from telling people my dreams, mostly because I know that hearing someone drone on about her dream can be really boring, and of little interest when it’s not your own. But this one I have to share, if for no other reason than to ensure that I don’t freak out my new classmates more than I already may have, by sharing details of my kind of weird dream. Over the weekend I...
Nothing wrong with a little stress baking the day before classes start, though making banana bread without a loaf pan presents a bit of a problem.
I’m a fairly healthy eater, but Fruit Loops are a big problem food for me. After I saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I bought a box of Fruit Loops and a carton of soy milk and finished both in about two days. I started off this school year with two boxes of Fruit Loops (bogo!), but I’ll go back to something healthier when they’re done.
Driving home. I love cranes. I think they remind me especially of Sarasota, which, before the real estate bust, was marked by a large concentration of cranes as numerous condominium buildings went up.
Atlanta at night, as seen from Piedmont Park.
Surreptitious self-portrait in the bathroom at Tijuana Garage, where I played trivia for, perhaps surprisingly, the first time. I didn’t really contribute much except for maybe some enthusiasm. We were in first place at the end of the game, until the final question (From 1987, come on!) knocked us out.
Walking around the main part of campus with my mom. Map in hand, camera in bag, I felt like something of a tourist.
Moved in! The easiest move of my life. After about half an hour, it was most certainly home. (Not home home, of course, but pretty darn close.)
Went by the feed depot to look at their rain barrels. Lo and behold, they had two tubs of chicks. I lost my shit and then asked permission to hold them. Greatest thing ever.
In case you were really concerned, July 27 is finally up. Nothing special, of course.
We’re still bonkers for Molly’s capers-parsley-lime roasted potatoes. They were mostly gone by the time I could snap this.
trash collection day
I’m shocked by how many of my neighbors drink canned beer. I’m not talking PBR because it’s cheap/ironic/a hipster staple. Bud light lime, in a can. Coors, in a can. Shout out to the couple at the end of the road who put away a case of Strongbow, though they lose points for not recycling.
things i like lately, volume three
- Capers. I think I’ll be making a lot of Molly’s potatoes with a salsa verde of capers, chopped parsley and lemon. And drinking capers, brine and all, right out of the jar. Whoops. - Playing make-up. - Waving to disgruntled employees stuck on the sidewalk advertising their store’s goods. (My favorites are the Mario at the video game shop and the banana outside Planet Smoothie.)...
(Click the image to see the full-size letter.) It’s no great shakes, but I was pretty excited that my letter to the editor was published in today’s tbt*, a free local daily published by the St. Petersburg Times. I won’t draw your attention to the nasty run-on lurking somewhere in the second (and first, actually) column.
Last day at work. Sad, and not sad, and a little awkward. I really hate hugging, as awful as that sounds.
My brother and I went for a quick bike ride so that I could take some pictures of a couch that I thought looked cool on the drive home. It looked a lot less cool when we got there, and none of those pictures made the cut.
So apparently the food stamp program has been renamed SNAP (Which obviously stands for supplemental nutrition assistance program). We read through the list of eligible items at work today (you can seem them here), and were delighted to see that “vegan foods” are considered eligible. Also, bows and arrows can be purchased with SNAP, in rural Alaska only. Phew.
So, I don’t really wear makeup, but I decided recently that I want to start. I paced around outside MAC for a few minutes before heading in. I had gone over in my head what I was going to say for days. Makeup artist: Okay. What kind of skin do you have? Me: Blinking nervously. Ummm. (Seriously, how am I supposed to know?) My makeup artist wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about my...
I liked this truck that I saw on the way home. (I really haven’t stopped taking pictures from the car, as you may have noticed.)
“I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.” Carrie may have been looking for her ideal man, but my search is for something perhaps less elusive. (Though maybe not.) The perfect cardigan, is it too much to ask for?
"Party On, but No Tweets"
Kind of a silly article (is anyone else terribly tired of supposedly thought-provoking pieces on the place of social networking media in our lives?), so I’ll leave it to you to read if you please. This anecdote about an unnamed young Manhattanite has stayed with me, though: A 26-year-old woman living in Manhattan said she dreaded being tagged in photos because people might notice she always...
Who am I to deny a craving? (I didn’t really eat two burrito bowls! I ordered it to go and asked for the hot and cold stuff to be packed separately for optimum deliciousness.)
I forgot to take a picture of my St. Louis Framboise (delicious), until it was almost gone. I don’t go out a ton, and I’m not honestly much for drinking, but I had a really fun night.
disaster in the kitchen
A little tip from me to you: Never promise cupcakes (or scones or cookies or muffins) to coworkers before the fact, even if you’re sure you’ll make them. I told everyone I was bringing cupcakes for a seven a.m. meeting, and then remembered at ten last night that I had to make them. I had to stretch the sugar a little further than it could technically go, I had to mix three oils...
I know that I lose points for seeing the movie weeks after it came out (we were waiting for my brother to get home), but I’m sure I earn at least a few back for wearing a Harry Potter shirt to the theater. I am so cool. (I got a haircut, too, but I don’t think that’s particularly interesting.)
in honor of our recent sweep of the red sox:
Red Sox players I hate: Kevin Youkilis Dustin Pedroia Jacoby Ellsbury Dustin Pedroia Jon Lester Papelbon Josh Beckett Dustin Pedroia JD Drew Red Sox players I would like if they didn’t play for the Red Sox: Jason Bay Jacoby Ellsbury (on both lists because I don’t really like him, but he’s hot and Navajo.) Daisuke Jed Lowrie Red Sox players (and former players) I would like if...
Somehow we decided to watch Marley and Me. Not a good idea. I made it through most of the movie, though I cried through the last half-hour, and then finally announced that I couldn’t watch anymore and went into my room to cry for a while. Having a sweet dog to snuggle would have lessened the pain, but Toto wants nothing to do with me. The only way I’m able to hold him is if I wrap him...
It’s been really strange being back in Tampa this year after not really living here for the past four years. There’s certainly been a lot of changes throughout the city. I’ve spent a fair amount of time downtown lately, today at a really neat Vietnamese lunch place (my tofu and rice noodle salad would have been the picture of the day had I not come across this after we ate), and...
I won’t lie. I’m very excited to see Julie & Julia when it comes out. It somehow just dawned on me, though, that I could still read the original blog on which the subsequent movie and book are both based. (If you follow the link and want to read from the beginning, you may want to go back to the first entry, written on August 25, 2002.) I consider myself something of a foodie,...
I had to pick my brother up at the airport, so I sat in the cell phone waiting lot and listened to a pretty nerve-wracking extra-innings game against the Red Sox. We won, in the thirteenth. This is probably what I looked like pretty much the whole time.