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Seven-burrito week

5 cosas • Domingo/Lunes • 25/26 Septiembre  • 2011

  1. Mom and I were at Whole Foods (Sugar House) on Sunday night shopping for dinner ingredients. Going to WF (or any grocery store) with my mom is always entertaining, but on this particular evening, something amazing and totally Seventeen Magazine-worthy happened to me. So, Dr. Kathy (mom) and I are waltzing into WF on the hunt for melons. Having seen only watermelons (including these ridiculous “personal” watermelons, like regular watermelons but smaller, have you guys seen them? And they have stickers that say “PERSONAL SEEDLESS WATERMELON,” pretty amazing and First World privilege-y, “I simply don’t take seeds in my fruit.”), we were searching for the honeydew or cantaloupe variety. A nice-looking bearded gentleman named Kale (totally real name) probably sensed our frantic energy and approached us, asking if he could help us find something. My mom asked where the honeydew/cantaloupe were, and he said, “Oh yeah, we have those. They’re in the back. Let me go grab you one,” to which my mom called a bit desperately, “I want a really ripe one!!” Five minutes later, Kale returned with a giant honeydew, handing it to my mom with one caveat: “I’d honestly give it a day or so, but it’ll be really good.” My mom sniffed the butt of the melon and confirmed its ripeness with a “Oh yes. This one’s gooood,” then we thanked Kale and turned towards the pears. My mom, thinking he’d gone far away, says to me all under-her-breath, “He was more interested in your melons.” What Mom didn’t realize was that Kale was actually RIGHT BEHIND HER. He hadn’t gone ANYWHERE. And he totally heard her. Not like, he might have heard her? I don’t know? NO. He heard her. Because he was stocking pears nary 3 feet away. Mortifying (if I were 15).

    Kind of like this, FACTS ABOUT YOUR BOSOM

  2. Ma & I cooked up a fuggin’ delicious meal (sweet potatoes, steamed chard – not kale, sautéed zucchini and beets from Dad’s garden breaded all-natural chicken with GRAVY holy hell). Then we ate strawberries. Talked about our Thanksgiving trip Eastwards – very exciting! Planning to be in NY Tues 11/22 through Sun 11/27, then bus to Philly Sun-Tues for a quick visit with dear friend/soulmate Joanna (and other Philly staples). I want to fly out of Philly because I’m more familiar with that airport and it’s easier and cheaper to get there – $9 on the train or something. Dad & I ended up watching a documentary called peladaa film that two would-be soccer pros made together, travelling through 25 different countries and experiencing different pick-up soccer games. Pelada is a Brazilian word that literally means “naked,” or a game that has been stripped down to its essentials. It was interesting and slightly whiny (“I’m white and privileged and want to go prooooooo but now I’m 28 and WAY TOO OOOOOLD”) but I am just being judgmental there. Mostly really awesome stories like paying drug-dealing thugs 3,000 bolivianos to play pick-up soccer in a trapezoid-shaped court inside a Bolivian prison, buying fake Euro Cup soccer tickets, filming and interviewing construction workers who play pick-up soccer on their lunch break while building the World Cup stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa… etc…
  3. Oh hey, it’s Monday Morning (Fleetwood Mac. Great jam.) and we hear the lawn-care dudes arriving to go about their business at precisely 8:30 a.m. It’s not the most pleasant alarm clock; BZZZZZRRRRTTTT through every window of the house. I don’t like it, but it’s not really our choice (homeowner’s). I can’t help but think what a waste of labor and time and energy and fuel it is. Plus they use one of those BLOWERS which is so absurd for our kind of hippie-dippie house – we’re made of dirt, dirt dirt dirt everywhere, peace on earth, maaaaan, knamean? It scare s the chickens (but then, lots of things do). There’s no way our lawn needs to be trimmed and manicured every week. In the summer before Louise (homeowner) hired the dudes, Jake would only really mowe once every three-four weeks! Nothing like the smell of gasoline and the sound of an edger/blower that early in the morning. (Blarf)
  4. Work work work. It’s full-swing Fall 2011 semester for these way-too-hard-working-and-stressed-out-kids. Life’s too short, knamean? But whatevskis. I got a paycheck. I will not complain. Walked to jade market on my break for supplement to my lunch, which thus far only consisted of a bunch of mixed greens on the way to compost if someone didn’t eat ’em soon (rescued from my parents’ fridge). I was looking for dressing and I found Brianna’s HONEY MUSTARD dressing, which has a picture of an avocado sliced in half, saying “Great with ripe avocados!” I’ll admit, I fell right into that marketing trap. Bought a HUGE avocado too, and a bag of chips. On the way back to HGL, the funny perky owner of The Rose, Erika, sauntered by and, seeing my bundle of goodies, gasped, “No way! I was JUST ABOUT to buy avocado AND chips, too!” I was like, “Were you also going to get HONEY MUSTARD DRESSING?!” and she was like “NO” vehemently. 
  5. Ma gurl Mary started school today, very exciting also. Spen t my break listening to her describe her adorable French professeur while hanging out on the back steps watching vintage cars buzz into the gated/locked parking lot to the east of our building. A cute bullet-colored (read: dark silver) Datsun from the 60s cruised by with two miserable-looking fancy people in it.
  6. At about 9pm I biked to the library to meet up wi th Isabelle for friend Rachel’s 25th birthday drinks. I’ll admit, I roped Isabelle into coming with (aka driving my ass) to The Garage, which is about a 7 mile bike ride way up on weirdo-industrial-land Beck Street and I didn’t feel like biking alone. But I also hadn’t seen Isabelle in DAYS. Making good choices. We drove over to Rio Grande where Isa’s beau Andy and Andy’s friend Jared (who is visiting from LA) were finishing up platters of greasy Mexican food. We headed north to The Garage. What a CUTE BAR. Seriously. Isabelle & I were giggling about the layout, like who made these design decisions? i.e. “the galv anized zone,” “the hubcap zone.” Isabelle was starving and the kitchen had closed (11pm) by the time we wanted tater tots, so she ate Andy’s leftovers inside the bar, NBD.  A sweet stranger named Patrick gave me an unexpectedly tender hug after I helped him light his cigarette in the scary pit of gravel, framed in stone, on fire. Rachel is adorable and loved her card and tupperware full of cookies I brought (see my last post).  There was a rock and roll band(s) and the two frontmen did two AMAZING things:  a) shared the mike while singing and b) played guitar BACK TO BACK. And Jared had JUST said, “Man, I wanna see some mike-sharing and back-to-back guitar playing,” because it was that kind of music. AND THEY TOTALLY DID.

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Anything is just what it makes us

5 things for Saturday • September 24 • 2011

  1. There was an amazing going-away-party for Kayla P. at Matt’s house (aka the Fortress of Cattitude) on Friday evening. Matt, Matt H., Laurie and Jordan are all in a band called MANCRATE (or is it Man Crate? two words?) and they killed it last night. Rion’s band played too, but I forgot their name. It was REALLY LOUD and (as I often do at live shows now that I am a “grown up”) I felt like I was in high school at 242 Main again (what’s up 1999!). Lots of really wonderful people all in one place. Since I feel like lately I’ve been harnessing a lot of my domestic, cat-lady-without-cats, hanging-out-in-the-sleepwear-equivalent-of-a-Snuggie energy, I haven’t felt that stoked about a big party in a while! Not to mention that there were awesome snacks like “all natural” jalepeño cheddar cheese curls, and beer like Zion Canyon Jamaican-style lager. Kayla said some really sweet things, thanking me for introducing her to Tombow™ brush pens and how I inspired her to continue drawing in her journal. I could say the same about her! ‘Twas Kayla, after all, who dragged my ass to Portland, OR in the first place for Stumptown. AND because of the bogus migraine I was trying to fend off, I carted my bike down the driveway at weenie-o’clock (about midnight) preparing to leave, when I heard “Genius of Love,” and then THIS JAM. I immediately sprinted back to the Boogie Barn to take part in one of the best double-header Mariah Carey dance shimmies/sing-a-longs I have ever participated in. Double-header because after the first MC hit single, Jordan seamlessly threw down “Heartbreaker.” And then? “Cool It Now.” YES.
  2. Whew! That one Thing took like hours because I am trying to navigate WordPress’ somewhat confusing labyrinth of media uploads [Did you like all of those links? Did they work?? VALIDATE MEEEEE]. I would have treated you to a full .m4a of “Fantasy,” but I am not allowed to upload that type of file, according to WordPress’ murky justification, “for security reasons.” As I said to Mary yesterday, I’m slowly realizing that an amateur’s (read: us) choice of WordPress as a way to “try out” blogging is like saying you’d like to learn a little bit more about God and following up by reading the Torah, the Qur’an and the Old & New Testaments in 24 hours. Or saying, “I’d like to get into politics. I’m going to run for President of the United States of America.” We’ll see how this roller coaster of internet fun treats us!
  3. I woke up this morning and remembered a promise I’d made to my good buddy Paul B. at The Party – that I’d be over to his place at promptly 11 a.m. to watch some short films he’s been working on. Paul is a longtime art-maker, a decent guitarist and fledgling filmmaker. We met when both of us worked at Utrecht Art Supply in Sugarhouse! History. I’ve had the privilege of reading several of his scripts and I’ve seen a few of his shorts here & there, but I felt a screening of his new stuff was long overdue. He would admonish me if I gave away any of his world-changing secrets (believe me, they are world-changing) so I can’t divulge too much about what I saw today, but MAN, Paul has that sort of birth-given knack for making excellent movie pictures. He has a keen eye for light, texture, the movement through and composition of each frame. His writing is honest and surprising and real. And funny! The dude is effing funny. We wrapped up our hang by indulging in tasteless, inappropriate chuckles with “Horrible People” and “Hot Sluts.”
  4. I stopped by Whole Foods on my way home because I was starving, bought one of their sandwiches from the deli (portobello + pesto + goat cheese) and ate it outside because it was a nice, hot day. This lady selling jewelry out of suitcase came up and asked me if I had any ibuprofen or pain meds, as she was currently suffering from both a toothache and a migraine. I felt compassionate because of my ordeal last night [note: I had to get up no less than FIVE times to pee, because of all the water I made myself drink, and it seemed like every hour that went by, my headache still hung around] but I couldn’t find the little vial of heroine crystal meth ibuprofen i usually keep in my bag. And THEN this older lady in a nice black-and-white dress and heels came up and asked me on behalf of the jewelry-seller, like “Do you have any Advil, she really needs some,” but right as she was asking I found it!!!!!! The little travel vial was squirreled away in an unfamiliar pocket in my bag. So I gave it to Jewelry Lady and she was very grateful. She had a really cute dog that looked like a pug-miniature boxer mix. I did not buy any of her jewelry, but I did supply her with street medz.
  5. Headed home on the two-wheeler, “got a wild hair/hare” (WHO can tell me which one is correct?) and decided to bake oatmeal-raisin-whatever cookies (oatmeal because we have tons of the stuff, don’t have chocolate chips and I only have a handful of Sno-Caps™ left)(seriously considered putting Sno-Caps™ into the cookies). My 1974 edition of The Joy of Cooking (coincidentally, a birthday gift from Paul B.!) had a recipe on page 653 for “COOKIES: Oatmeal, GEMS” and I dove head-first into the vintage adventure. I like using the 1974 edition because it calls for a sh*t-load of butter and stuff like “1 can of coconut flakes” (because I have a lot of cans of coconut flakes just laying about), has recipes such as “Sauerkraut Balls,” “toast rolls with ham and asparagus” and “Noodle dish, leftover, quantity,” and HELL NO are you going to find anything about quinoa up in this piece. Also, the yield for “oatmeal gems” was FIFTY (yes, 5-0, five times ten) 2-inch cookies. I ended up with 18. Now there are 12. Results? DELICIOUS. Oatmeal-raisin-coconut-hempseed-vanilla-cinnamon were the main characters.

    Irma Rombauer would be proud

  6. A POEM:
    Fruit flies in the kitchen,
    fruit flies on the stairs
    Fruit flies in the sink,
    fruit flies everywhere.
    Fruit flies in the basement,

    fruit flies in my chair.
    Fruit flies in the F*CKING SHOWER REALLY?! GROSS
    Fruit flies everywhere.

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