I found this via Smorgasbite, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite food blogs.
These are KEDS with BACON!
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- I had some productive days at work
- Veronica Mars MOVIE If you admit to not liking Veronica Mars, you lose cool points with me. If you absolutely hate it, I just might think you have neurological problems.
- I’m going to be visiting friends next week
- I got to see some pictures from a really really long time ago.
- I had one of the fastest yet easiest runs of my life earlier this week. It was one of the first times I felt fit.
- OBAMA! OBAMA! We got a new President and he is getting down to business. He’s already done several campaign promises in the first 3 days. You can’t beat that.
- I had lunch with my friend Angela whom I haven’t seen in weeks.
- So yeah. Overall, good. It’s the little things.
This is the last day of Holidailies and dammit I made it. I posted something every day. By golly, I did it.
I had an epiphany.
Writing something every day is hard. Writing something every day that doesn’t suck dog shit. REALLY REALLY HARD!
For me personally, 2008 was a year where I learned a lot about what I don’t like. I don’t like small towns. I don’t like the xenophobic homogeneity that seems to flourish in a town where everybody seems the same. The knee jerk volatile reaction to anything that even appears to interrupt the status quo is cumbersome.
I don’t understand a place that would squander an education to pay for a football team’s equipment so that team can win a state championship. I don’t understand the demonization of intellectualism.
I don’t understand a place that would allow for a person’s property to be vandalized because of the color of their skin.
I don’t understand a place that could call the first African American being elected president the number seventh most important news story of the year.
I learned that I miss playing piano.
I miss urban amenities like art and live music clubs.
I also learned that I mistyped by email address on my stumbleupon account and I can’t retrieve my password.
Thanks Holidailies readers. See you next year.
I had some business in Little Rock and I had planned to call my friend John and take him up on that offer to buy me a gyro from LAYLA’S HALAL. I also planned to go see the Warhol exhibition at the Arts Center. Alas, by the time I made it to my appointment and looked out the window, icicles had already begun forming on the branches of the trees. This meant that I pretty much drove straight back home. I was disappointed by this because my temperment is more suited to city dwelling with its gyro serving museum exhibit seeing tempo. OH what the hell, I really just wanted a bitchin (and free to me because John offer to pay) gyro!
I did discover that my Garmin works and the first time ride with the thing telling me to drive into a lake was a fluke. (seriously it told me to drive straight…into a lake. Okay to be fair the lake wasn’t on the Garmin. The Garmin saw a road there).
In life, I’ve been told I feel too much. In therapy, I get told that I intellectualize everything and don’t let myself feel enough. Who the hell knows?! I do know that even through trying times, I am able to compartmentalize things. If in public, someone is able to yell and say nasty things and I won’t cry. No matter how shitty things are, I have a complete inability to cry in public. Then later in the privacy of my own solitude, I will break down. I guess sometimes, I don’t give myself that appointment with solitude in order to let it out. Maybe I have some sort of emotional constipation where I have a backlog of shit. That was some nice imagery. I love myself.
Compartmentalizing is not completely without its perks. I was able to be sexually assaulted by a man and kick academic ass in the class that we both shared because no one was willing to kick him out of it. I was able to be the Veronica Mars of DC and investigate crime scenes and whatnot. Being able to keep on keeping on is a good thing. The bad thing is that sometimes you keep on keeping on and forget to take care of yourself. You will keep walking on that sprained ankle until you can’t walk anymore. Sometimes you forget to eat or eat everything in sight because you’re just keeping on and doing anything to keep on and keep from thinking about anything of any emotional significance. Sometimes you keep on and don’t see a problem until it’s pointed out by someone else.
“I hope you’re proud of who you’ve become and if not, I hope you have the strength to start all over.” –The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Last night, I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. This was a fine large film that runs over two hours, has an all star cast, and covers the span of 80 years in its story telling.
Like anything involving life, the movie has some incredibly slow parts with some exciting parts and some profound parts. The combination of CGI, makeup, and other filmmaking tomfoolery that made Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett age over the course of this movie was amazing. The movie was based in New Orleans which is a city with a character all its own. Since this is a movie about the ephemerality of life, a city where the graves have to be above ground or the dead will float to the surface and voodoo shops are still around seems to be an appropriate setting.
The entire movie had this sepia tone tinge to it even though it was made in color. The performances were great.
The theme is a little heavy handed (Life is short and nothing is forever) but it is sweet just the same.
BEFORE THE MOVIE, I saw the trailer to the Star Trek movie. it was 100 types of awesome.
I also saw Welcome to the Dollhouse. I never realized that Daniel from Ugly Betty was the “popular rockstar guy” That was surreal. It was painfully realistic about the hell that is junior high. Almost too realistic to be funny but somehow the movie managed to make me laugh. Oh the hilarity.
Today’s eight mile “long run” was tiring. I wasn’t feeling good. I didn’t get much sleep the night before but I did it. My pace was slow but I did it.
I’m tired. Real tired. I also feel like I’ve settled which is a tiring realization. Tomorrow I get off my butt and do something about it.
Yeah I know Usain Bolt got criticism for dancing and celebrating before he even crossed the finish line of his 100 meter dash but dammit, the man can run.
Kathy Griffin is so wrong yet so right.
Chris Rock is talking about racism and making me bust a gut from laughing.
Dave Chappelle is talking about racial differences. I was reminded of this today when my friend mentioned giving her kids “grape drink.”
Here’s a very rare tape of Anne Sexton reading “Her Kind”
This is a recording of Sylvia Plath reading “Daddy” with a video of photos over the audio. Her voice sounds like my stereotypical “Snotty girl” voice. That amuses me greatly. For some reason, I always thought she had a higher pitched voice.
This is the Benjamin Button trailer. I’m going to go see this which is why you got some videos instead of an actual written entry.
I love DC. They’re all about the free expression of all religious beliefs including the celebration of made up holidays that originated on TV sitcoms. Santa celebrating Festivus: PRICELESS
Facebook is a funny thing. It’s like a virtual high school, college, and workplace reunion all in one. You end up seeing people from your distant and not so distant past. They post pictures of their kids as well as pictures from the distant and not so distant past. Sometimes you catch up on mutual friends and whatnot.
This whole social network reconnecting is how I got invited to the DMZ reunion at Vino’s. I hadn’t seen her since school but it was a punk show. I live in the country and they don’t play punk down here so I was down with it. Also, Vino’s has great food. No seriously, it gets great reviews in the papers and everything. Yes I have eaten here before and it is on my short list of stops when I’m in town.
Of course, even though I had RSVP’d weeks in advance, the weather reports were threatening sleet on that day. And dammit I was a going.
And GO I did.
First, Arkansas has had a long and varied punk scene since the eighties. In fact, there is a documentary about the whole thing called Towncraft. Also, Evanescence (not punk) came from here. Another guitarist from one of the local bands went on to be in Green Day. So this DMZ 20 year reunion was sort of a big deal.
To answer your question, yes I had one of those awesome calzones. I had a snack for dinner and then ordered a calzone and ate half of it. I indulged but responsibly so.
The show was fun. Here are some pictures.
Matt Besser as the “Hunchback of Vino’s”
This is a very dark picture of what I believe to be “Trusty” playing. I might even have the band wrong. Man it was late.
This is the sign to the left of the stage. There were several of these around the stage. but but .. it was a punk show. What do you mean no stage diving? Then again, this was a twenty year REUNION SHOW. This means the average age was probably thirtyish.
Arkansas is a really small place. The entire population is about two million people and when you divide the age groups and then put the city dwellers and the people who would like punk music, well you see what I mean. I saw a bunch of people I recognized, which was nice. There was also this one guy who did this very public defriending of me on myspace complete with a blog entry about the whole thing. I haven’t experienced anything like that since the whole junior high “no you can’t sit at my lunch table anymore” scene. in well, junior high. And yet I don’t know what I did to offend so righteous indignationly. (is that even word? I don’t care!) So that was a little, what’s the word, AWKWARD! for minute.
What is about Social networks that bring out the worst of junior high school behavior and social politics in people who are old enough to know better? I just want to know.
But I survived and I go where I want to go, when I want to go. I’m a bad ass like that. Now if the place had only allowed mosh pitting, I would have been all good.
I ran 8 miles today. I had to stop several times due the fact that motorists around here don’t know what to do with a female wearing an orange vest with reflective material running on the shoulder of the road. Several slowed down to the point of almost stopping before speeding up. Two didn’t bother to turn their headlines down from “bright” to regular, hence blinding the crap out of me. I am waiting for the sun to stay out later so that it doesn’t get dark at five o’clock. That would be peachy.
I have big plans to make peppermint bark and black and white cookies. There is also a peanut butter cookie recipe I might try if I’m not sick of baking by then. There are so many Christmas cookie recipes out there. I have read this site with the 12 days of cookies. I might end up trying some of those as well. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Apparently there is a crime spree in my neighborhood with someone breaking into cars. They even had the nerve to steal a riding lawn mower. That is chutzpah folks. The police aren’t doing that much because I haven’t seen them patrolling the area. That’s creepy.
I talked to an old friend from high school that I hadn’t talked to in over twenty years. It’s amazing what people remember about you. Apparently, I am remembered as being smart. I got the “I tried to be a lawyer but I flunked the LSAT. What did you make?” It felt all awkward like I was being asked some personal question.
The Duggars had another kid. This makes 18 kids. I’m tired of hearing about it. I think it’s a shame that the older kids, or more specifically the girls, are regulated to helping raise the younger kids and therefore are sacrificing their childhood for their parents’ agenda. I think that is slightly misogynistic and a crying shame. One of my pet peeves has always been parents who push their hopes and dreams onto their kids and don’t let their kids develop their own identities and desires. I think forcing the girls to become caregivers for the younger kids definitely falls under that category.
This dog is so cute! I can’t handle it. My brain just might explode.
