I had two RSS feeds open up next to each other today in my browser and thought they were an interesting match. Briefly, one’s about the selection of blondes in the evolution process, the other is about the evolution of the news media and the selection of blondes. Turn that around. (p.s. sorry about the mid-career madonna-foolery in the title)
Finally got the four things meme in my inbox (thanks chris 😉 ):
Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Audio Engineer (bar)
2. Audio Engineer (studio)
4. Computer Security Consultant
Four movies you could watch over and over:
2. Grosse Pointe Blank
3. Office Space
4. Star Wars Trilogy
Four places you have lived:
1. San Marcos, TX
2. San Francisco, CA
3. Alameda, CA
4. Flower Mound, TX
Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. The Daily Show
2. The Office / Earl
3. The OC
4. How I Met Your Mother
(Finally kicked my most severe HGTV habits)
Four places you have been on vacation
2. Washington D.C.
Four of your favorite foods:
2. Real BBQ (That’d be the kind that takes hours and hours, not grilled meat as foreigners – non-texans – tend to understand the term BBQ)
4. Peanut Butter (kept me alive through elementary and middle school)
Four places you’d rather be right now:
1. In a clean apartment
3. Overlooking the mediteranean from a balcony in Greece
4. With friends
Four of your favorite things to do
2. 4 hour meals with friends and wine and several dessert courses
3. Enjoying mid-October Texas evening weather outside beside a chiminea
4. Listening to music
Four of your favorite drinks (alcoholic or non….ANYTHING)
1. Dr. Pepper (Dublin varietal)
2. Milk (2% please)
3. Shiner Bock
4. Old Speckled Hen
The movie left me starving. Well, probably not the movie, but the hodgepodge of food I had consumed during the day had provided all the energy it could and my stomach was telling me it was time for another meal. The only problem? I was not familiar with any of the restaurants near the Angelika.
After ruling out desert and appetizers as well as brunch and sushi, we decided on mexican.
“Hola, como estas?” the chips and salsa maitre d’ greeted us. We muttered the greeting back. Another quick flurry of syllables and I was lost. Apparently it meant “enjoy your meal,” but I only remember enough spanish to get me to the bano and to avoid dirty water. Even those phrases I tend to forget in between trips to spanish speaking lands.
The waiter approached and after ordering a margarita, I was feeling much more comfortable with the language.
Returning for dinner orders, I quickly realized I was the only person hungry. “I’ll have the #4,” a easy tex-mex mix of enchilada, taco and rice and beans. I have a theory about the comparison of makeup of all mexican dishes, but that’s another post.
“And for the ladies?”
Erika ordered tortillas, flour. This seemed to confused the waiter, but I think only because his tip wasn’t increasing dramatically enough.
“And for you?”
Sarah likes lemons. For her Diet Coke I suppose. Just a bowl. “Just a bowl of lemons,” she requested.
“What type of lemons?”
Quizically we glance at each other. Round? Sliced? Mexican? How exactly do you respond?
Seeing our confusion, the waiter clarified. “No, no. What color of lemon?”
Now we were completely lost and I was trying to not to let loose the hysterical laughter building up. Lemons are yellow. That’s it. Limes are green, Oranges are orange, Apples are….well, that’s a bad example, but Lemons are YELLOW.
Sarah quietly and politely responded, “Yellow.” I think there was a bit of trepidation, uncertainty and disbelief in that one word.
The waiter left and we released the barrage of absurdities that had entered our minds since we entered the restaraunt.
I guarantee they were talking about us in the kitchen.
…or 30 percent full of them, depending on whether you are in a half-full or half-empty kind of mood
Apparently creamy peanut butter….
Didn’t think I was going to get interested in the winter games this year, but I caught a little last night and perked right up. Makes me miss Tahoe a little. Makes me wish I could luge even more. You get praised for laying still. How awesome is that!
Of course the NBC wants you to watch the entire 2 weeks, so one thing the network did not make easy to find is a simple, one-page schedule. Thankfully the internet in all it’s bounty has provided for us. Whether you want to catch the world class curling or shooting on skiis, now you’ll know when to turn on that tube.
“All my lies are always wishes”
Jeff Tweedy – Ashes of american flags