Thursday, August 30, 2007

I can do that!

Here's how it usually goes: I do something infrequently, like, say, bowling. I enjoy it, but more importantly, I have very limited success with it. In bowling, that means that I kissed the sweet side of three digits. And then I decide that I could maybe do it professionally. I go about looking at bags, and shoes, and balls. Sometimes I think maybe I'll need a special glove apparatus. It gets pretty hard-core before it's completely forgotten. And then, maybe a year and a half later, I hit the lanes again and start all over again. The same thing happened when I shoveled a huge pile of mulch from our driveway to just behind itself. It took me a couple days and was great for the forearms. And I decided, yes, I could maybe do manual labor for a living.

This was not the case as I went about folding 40 origami boats last night for our invitations. I can't even talk about it. I actually choose what I do over fantasies of something new. Crazy.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Love song of the day

Jeffrey and I have a bit of disagreement over "Lovesong" by The Cure. I think it's about this deep, deep love in a situation where commitment is impossible because of distance. Sort of tragic, really. He thinks it's about coming back together after time apart, a sort of band-going-on-the-road type song. At any rate, he once quite enjoyed it. I still love it. It's the kind of song that can draw tears in the right situations. I can't decide whether we should play it at the wedding, because of the possibly off-point message. Any thoughts? Here are the lyrics:

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you

Golly Jeez, Beave. So good.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Pardon my French

I am in full-on Paris mode. Paul put up a bunch of photos from their trip that got me feeling very European. So last night I started listening to Pimsleur's learn-to-speak French lessons. The first lesson pretty much taught me to say, "I only understand a little French. Do you understand English?" It's been great. I walked around all day today saying, "Est-ce que vous comprenez l'anglais?" Jeffrey and I listened to Lesson 2 today. "Comment allez vous, monsieur?" "Tres bien, mademoiselle. Merci!"

Then Jeffrey and I watched a Modern Marvels on cheese. Some of it was really disgusting. But mostly it made us hungry for cheese. So we went cheese shopping and had this for dinner:We got a red wine cheese, an Emmentaler, a chevre, a goat gouda, a really creamy blue and some salami. I roasted some garlic and we ate it with a baguette and fruits. It was of an extreme deliciousness. I'm cheesedrunk now.

Friday, August 24, 2007

This is how sad it is

I've gasped twice since I got home tonight -- in the span of about 2 minutes. The first was when I realized I could make Kool-Aid brand soft drink with stevia. The second was when I went to make it and saw a full bag of Baked! Cheetos.

Sad, sad, sad.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Some things

1. I've decided the sustain pedal is like cheese. It makes everything a little bit gooeyer and messier, but a whole lot better.

2. I got the best card ever from Barbie, who was our summer intern. On the front there are 2 beautiful flowers. On the inside, in tiny type, it says: You aren't unhappy with your life, you're just annoyed that everyone around you is incompetent. She said she'd found the perfect card.

3. Being engaged has changed me in a sort of sickening way. This week, Jenna Bush got engaged, and I commented on how surprisingly cute she looked with her fiance. My co-workers were shocked. It was clear they did not share my opinion. Then today, I was learning the love theme from "Dr. Zhivago" and I just thought it was so beautiful and romantic. I'm not a romantic person. I don't appreciate flowers. I'm pragmatic. Who am I now?

4. Michael Cera is such a talent. We saw "Superbad" today, which was funny but had way too much of the other kid. I wanted 100 percent Michael Cera. He's so good at un-self-conscious awkwardness. Tonight we're re-watching "Arrested Development," one of the funniest shows ever.

"I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear!"

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Sick day

I've spent the whole day on the couch, coming in and out of consciousness while "Top Chef" played on Bravo. As Jeffrey says, I'm marinating in my on filth. My throat is still sore despite the copious amounts of frozen custard, which Brianne so kindly brought me, that I've stuffed down my gullet. I've pretty much subsisted on that banana caramel and a couple cans of soup today. So good.

I also watched/slept through a very disturbing documentary on Real Dolls. They're these life-size dolls that become "companions" for men who are looking for silent, posable, smiling women. This documentary has to be seen to be believed. I think it's getting more traffic now because of "Lars and the Real Girl," which looks like a really interesting movie in which a loner played by Ryan Gosling starts carting around one of these things. He seems like a well-meaning guy with some social difficulties; these guys in the documentary don't. The thing about these dolls is that they may get a guy through a lonely period, but they also seem to guarantee that these guys will never have a living girlfriend again. Anyway, if you want to read more about it, check out this Salon article from a couple years ago.

Something that annoys me

I'm up with a sore throat, watching "Top Chef" on Bravo. I love it this season, because of the really tall guy. I think his name might be CJ? Anyway, I adore him. So I'm watching, I'm watching, and suddenly I see the cutest little commercial kids singing a familiar tune: "I am stuck! on Band-Aid brand, 'cause Band-Aid's stuck on me!" BRAND! When I was a kid, it was enough to just be stuck on Band-Aid. Featuring the name a couple times in a catchy jingle was sufficient then. There's just something so wrong about making little kids sing an especially corporate song.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Recycling question

Does anybody know what to do with rubber bands? I've never actually bought a rubber band per se in my life, but it's pretty much all-you-can-eat rubber bands at our house because we get one every single day with the newspaper. Any ideas for reducing, reusing and recycling? My good friend Google wasn't of much use here. And I've already made some chains for the remote control at work and for a pen near the timecard station. Anyway, if anyone needs some, let me know. I've got plenty.

Also, I have keychains of all kinds. And a couple light-up pens that I thought would be cool. It turns out that I haven't had to write in the dark. If you want them, let me know.