Last I'd checked, St. Patty's Day was the 17th.



Are they really suggesting you buy this just to wear to a Saturday hockey game two days earlier?

It came from Shaw's.





















No, wait, let me bring that into focus.












Yeah, that is totally what you think it is.


















Mmmm mmmm, squash!

Seriously, this is one of the most fun parts of cooking. Also, the eating part isn't so bad, either.
(At least it's still in one piece. S'all I'm saying.)

This is only here so that I can link to it in my gChat status.





From Jezebel.com - it's funny because.

Wrap'er up, boys, she's good to go.

For quite a while now I've dearly wanted - seriously considered buying - these Sandy Chilewich placemats made in conjunction with Lotta Jansdotter. This in spite of not even owning a dining room table. Or a kitchen table, really. I mean, where would I use them? As wall hangings? These people sell wall hangings to be used as wall hangings. No, I want to cover a non-existent table with "design" - for $11.50 a piece for the leaf ones (eh) and $17.50 a piece for the waterlilly ones. I was going to buy the leaf ones just to accent the waterlilly ones, even though I don't like them as much. Right.

Every once in a while you need to take a look around you and think, boy, I'm really fucking insane. Seriously own that shit.




(Also, I really, really want a set of these wood placemats by Sarah Finn, which are a mere $25 a piece. While I'm at it.)

(image of 2007 jaquard woven vinyl placemats from unicahome.com)
(image of laser-cut, stained wood veneer placemats from aplusrstore.com)

Am I the only one.


Maybe it's just the political climate, but when you you look at this Google news ad head, do you briefly think to yourself that there might have been a caucus fight?

Just another day.

When I look in the office bathroom mirror at 3:30 in the afternoon and realize I can clearly see my bra through my supposedly opaque shirt.

Also, read this.


I heart dooce. Even if she is only five years older than me and so much funnier and, I don't know, happier?

What's weirder?

. . . the fact that I swallowed or inhaled a bug at the start of my run, or the fact that I coughed it back up twenty-five minutes later?


Dark horse - the fact that I still don't know if I swallowed or inhaled it?




Blech. Protein.

Reunion's coming up

A teammate of mine, who also happened to be another English major, basically functioned as my partner in crime throughout the whole of the second half of my college career. We were so closely linked that if one of us was not in class when the exams were handed back, our prof. would just give them both to whomever had bothered to show up.

We, each of us, were a mess, but together we were a highly functioning mess.
She once missed an email informing us that a final had been moved to a building across campus, and our prof. interrupted the exam to ask me, personally, from across the room, if I knew where she was. She, of course, came running in five minutes later after having sprinted flat out across campus in her usual platform sandals and skirt.

She is the reason that I know Chicago has a curfew, and she is the one who takes me shopping whenever I visit her and insists on taking me to the Urban Outfitters there. I always buy something, just because she brought me.

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Things I should be doing:
writing a half page article about the convergence of the IFRS and the GAAP;
writing a blog about The Riches.

Things I am doing:
eating;
listening to Augustana's Boston, thinking about how it's being used in really weird ways considering the content (Who is Will Traveler?) and how, when I first heard it, I thought it was so apropos considering my move, and how now it's a teeny-bopper song and I have to hide my love for it . . .



Clearly I need more coffee to take care of the manufactured angst.
Maybe it's the weather.

B&C post will be up shortly. I'm off to the kitchen to see what else I can eat.

Thoughts Of a Rockaway Girl from Deep Inside Red Sox Nation

I was the only non-Massachusetts native in the staff meeting this morning. Main topic? Roger Clemens.


A couple of weeks ago, my boss stuck his head into my office and asked, “Did I hear you say you’d gone to your first Red Sox game?”
“Yep!” I replied, eager to share stories about Fenway and how small and quaint it is.
“Have you become a Sox fan yet?” he queried, continuing his train of thought.
“No, I’m from Queens, I’m not switching teams. I’ll always be a Mets fan,” I answered, a little startled.
“Don’t worry,” he assured me, “you’ll evolve.”

Weird Habits I Have Been Known to Develop Out of the Blue (Apropos of Nothing, As It Were)

1. Scowling at my boss. See: How Not to Get Ahead at the Workplace by Kara Thrace (2004).
2. Aggressively rubbing all facial orifices when allergies strike. Seriously, I know there are no bugs in my nose. You’d think I’d been a cocaine freak in a former life. And for the amount of money I spend on mascara, one might assume that I would rather it didn’t end up pooling under my eyes by the time I got to work each morning. But one would be wrong, wouldn’t one.
3. That month in 2006 when I consistently forgot to zip my fly.
4. That month in 2006 when I consistently forgot to put on underwear.
5. Forgetting that my car has no pick-up when I decide to cut people off. Extra special because the Meineke™ Fairy clearly stole all of the bulbs out of all of the turn signals on all of the cars in Massachusetts.
6. Leaving my house keys in the door when I come home.
7. Leaving my car keys in the ignition when I get out of the car.
8. Removing my car keys from the ignition and dropping them on the passenger seat before I get out of the car.
9. Apparently, forgetting that I carry keys at all.
10. Getting bored before finishing a simple ten-point list.

Meet the Mets, Meet the Mets

To go along with the Mr. Met love fest I have going on over at Broadcasting & Cable, this is a picture from Doug, taken on Sunday with his camera phone while he was sitting in a box along the right field line at Shea, and sent to me while I was sitting at a bar along the Green line in Allston, watching the game on TBS.

Thanks for the picture, Douglas, and thanks for coming with me, Kristin!

Change in Tone – Studio 60 Again

One more point – I found it interesting that the episode which first depicts Matt’s reliance on pills is the first episode to run different music behind the opening credits – eery, ominous-sounding music.