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And then we came to an agreement [Aug. 23rd, 2010|09:22 pm]
[Current Mood |happyhappy]

After several months of tortured trips to various animal shelters, creepy Craigslist encounters, and ogling every damn puppy at the dog park across the street, we brought home our new dog last night.

Well, I say "our" but she really belongs to my roommate. That's okay, she still lives with me and I get all the benefits of having a dog but without the commitment. This is my approach to pretty much everything in life.

But our new dog is a border collie mix named Alabama. She is about 5, the shelter wasn't entirely sure, and is a complete sweetheart. Pictures to follow. Yay!

Alabama vs squirrel, part 1
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Weekend update [Aug. 1st, 2010|09:01 am]
[Current Mood |restlessrestless]
[Current Music |KCRW Eclectic 24]

It is so strange to have the house to myself. So odd to wake up without my alarm, noise from the kitchen, or one of my roommates asking if I want to go out to breakfast.

So weird to make food for just myself, to not have to feed the cats first thing when I come downstairs. No video game explosions from the living room, no one running up and down our very creaky stairs.

My roommates went to Seattle to visit relatives for a few days. The cats we were cat-sitting for one of my friends went back to their proper owner yesterday. The house is now back to an acceptable level of cleanliness, multiple batches of pickles, pesto and zucchini bread have been made, and now I'm restless.

Yesterday was the first day in ten days that I was home for anything other than sleeping and showering. My schedule for August is about the same. I am not sure if I am actually becoming an extrovert -- I know the definition is more about how you feel energized than how you actually spend your time -- but this weekend, having time to catch up and rest and relax, is making me twitchy. I'd rather be out socializing.

I'm sitting in the kitchen, listening to KCRW, drinking coffee, and plotting out birthday presents and going-away-presents and house-warming presents and hostess presents. I think today I will stop at the fabric store and start working on making pillows. Maybe the library. Maybe nothing at all.
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(no subject) [Jul. 21st, 2010|04:47 pm]
[Current Music |IMS - White Stripes]

For my own reference, the PDX Vegan 100Collapse )
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weekend update [Jul. 18th, 2010|11:28 pm]
[Current Mood |soreinjured]

Last night, after a hard day attending beer festivals, picnicking and watching a live episode of Star Trek (TOS, of course) in the park, we were all gathered 'round in my backyard hula hooping and spinning poi and learning how to spin flags. Or poles. It's a color guard thing that my new roomie is teaching us. And it is totally fantastically fun.

Except for when you haven't quite figured out how to catch the damn steel flagpole and end up possibly breaking your hand.

Okay, so I exaggerate. Not broken. Just swollen well beyond normal size and more or less incapacitating. Eating with my non-dominant hand is well, not pleasant. Why do I have to go and be such a klutz?!
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(no subject) [Jul. 5th, 2010|08:09 pm]
I really need to acquire power tools. Yes. So many projects calling my name!
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article of the day [Jun. 18th, 2010|03:02 pm]
Tiger Beatdown keeps getting better! This week: Sady and Amanda take on Atlas Shrugged

“I am going to play video games now,” B. Michael said, sneering.

“Men built those video games, you know,” said Sady Doyle, also sneering. Both of them were sneering. It was very arrogant and mocking and sensual. “And now, I will write the intro to Sexist Beatdown, the recurring blog feature I write with Amanda Hess, the brilliant and sensual blogdustrialist of The Sexist, who is unfortunately also a woman. It’s about Ayn Rand this week.”

“Do you mean Ayn Rand, the greatest philosopher of all time, whose razor-sharp novels of ideas showed us, with their brilliant and uncompromising prose, the way out of a collapsing society dominated by bad architecture and Communist welfare moochers?”

“No,” said Sady Doyle. “I mean the one who wrote The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged.“
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Fail, part 82 [Jun. 1st, 2010|09:39 pm]
So I attempted to make flan for THREE HOURS tonight. And I couldn't manage it.

Mostly, I couldn't get the sugar to caramelize and THEN coat the bottom of the pan. For fuck's sake. The first batch skipped caramel and went straight to hard candy. The second batch got to the right consistency, but never changed colors or taste - just sticky sugar water. The third batch was perfect but didn't coat the pan -- it just glomped and made a huge sticky mess. The fourth batch didn't change color OR taste. What the fuck?

So I made custard instead and will be buying a caramel sauce for drizzling on top tomorrow.

I haven't had a dessert-related failure this bad since I was SEVEN and made brownies without the sugar.

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file under depressing [May. 21st, 2010|12:08 pm]
[Current Mood |irritatedbroke]

Looking at my student loan balances and repayment schedules and realizing exactly how many thousands of dollars I have already paid over the last few years, and how much I still owe.

As a corollary, realizing that in no way, shape, or form do I qualify for any of the public service loan forgiveness programs now available.

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okay, I'm over myself [Apr. 15th, 2010|03:20 pm]
[Current Mood |excitedexcited]

Really, I am. Existential angst day/week all over.

And in 14 hours, I will be on a plane to Hawaii! *waves*

See you all in 10 days
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poem spam! [Apr. 13th, 2010|04:31 pm]
"you've got to burn
straight up and down
and then maybe sidewise
for a while
and have your guts
scrambled by a
and the demonic
you've got to run
along the edge of
you've got to starve
like a winter
you've go to live
with the imbecility
of at least a dozen
then maybe
you might know
where you are
for a tiny
— Charles Bukowski (Bone Palace Ballet: New Poems)
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