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rested & ready for action
I came back from Anaheim last week, went to work for two days, and am now finishing up a very pleasant five-day weekend in which I went to a great fireworks display, saw some old friends, caught up on comics, watched Olympic trials and generally relaxed. I went swimming, cooked a few nice meals, went out for a few nice meals, and played some video games. I did laundry, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, dropped off some way overdue dry cleaning and spent time with my dog and husband, who I missed quite a bit while out West. I saw a movie (Hancock) and read the Times every day. I used up almost all of the items I got in my community share last week and even rode my bike over to the Lincoln Square farmers' market to stock up on vegetables today.
All in all, it was what I needed. We have plans pretty much every weekend from now until Labor Day, so I tried to savor the quietness and openness of each day. It was good to relax and recover, and I'm definitely feeling ready to go to work and get some stuff done. Which is all you can ask for from a vacation.
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Is that a zucchini in your pocket or are you just happy to pick up your CSA?
This week's CSA shipment was the bomb! Here's this week's haul:
- A quart of strawberries
- Three zucchini
- A cucumber
- Giant pink radish
- Kohlrabi
- Arugula
- Grape leaves
- Romaine lettuce
- Fresh dill
- Collard greens
- Garlic scapes
- Sugar snap peas
For dinner, I halved the zucchini and baked them for about 10 minutes, before adding homemade tomato sauce* and crumbed feta, then baking until the feta was melty. We had it with warm whole wheat pita and hummus.** The zucchini was so tender; oh, boy did I enjoy having something that was probably harvested just this morning.
I am so excited about everything else we've got, and after tomorrow, I'll have a nice five-day weekend to use it all.
*Combine one can tomato paste, a little red wine, a little olive oil, maybe 1/4 cup water, dried oregano, salt, pepper, and a pinch of cinnamon over high heat. Also, because my herb garden is pretty sweet right now, I added some fresh basil.
**Store-bought. I'm not Supergirl.
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This doomsday article from the AP is so over the top, I almost can't believe it's real. Points to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) asher63 for pointing out that The Onion ran something similar a few years back.
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I've got two days to Anaheim. Work is weirdly calm, the eye before the storm that is conference.
The book we self-published should arrive in the mail tomorrow, and I'm totally stoked to have it in hand. I worked really hard on it and am so excited about marketing it. It's already no. 2 on our publishing sales site's bestsellers list, and I am determined to make it sell like hell.
Our other book, which we copublished with another entity, came out last week and it likewise looks awesome. I'm pretty excited to market it as well, but the group we published it with has more resources than my office (i.e., more than just me) so it probably won't require quite as much direct effort on my part (although I am likewise determined to make it sell like hell!).
I'm most looking forward to getting back from Anaheim. It'll be great to reconnect with our members and see some old friends, and I always look forward to our events and getting out of the office. But in the quiet today, I made a list of long-term projects I want to work on over the summer, and I'm pretty stoked to get started on my list. I'll come back, have two quiet days in the office, then a five-day weekend before settling in to get some stuff done before the fall comes.
I could bore you with a review of the unfunny Tracy Morgan show I went to last night, but I point instead to an excellent article about Mad Men in the New York Times magazine.
Oh, I went to Ravinia on Friday to see Willie Nelson, and it was pretty awesome. I had no idea that he was such a gifted guitar player.
and now, on sports
I've been writing posts in my head the last couple weeks and then running out of time to actually commit them to ye olde LJ. So here's a rumination on sports that I've been thinking about for months. Yes, months. Not that thinking about it for months is making it coherent (and it's long too).
You know what bugs me, like, a lot? The perception that people who like sports are numbskulls and that they're all men, and if you are a girl, you should just deal with the fact that you're playing in a man's world and not get offended by sexist language or hypersexualized images of women in sports coverage or commercials. To a lesser extent, it's always bugged me that somehow sports are a perceived as lesser avocation because they're not strictly intellectual.
I love sports about as much as I love reading, Vincent Longo lipstick, and baking cakes (and hell, you all know how much I love those three things). I have been watching sports as long as I can remember, and in fact, before I can remember, as my dad had me out in the garage with him when I was three weeks old because that's where his radio was, and he didn't want to miss the play-by-play for the Cubs opening day. As far as I'm concerned, we have three seasons: football, baseball and that dreadful month in which we have to watch the NBA but thank heavens the NCAA championships run during that time.
I'm not a geeky sabermetrics type (I am a geeky everything-else type but I digress) but I like keeping an eye on stats and standings. I just really love the sports I love: I like the sound of tackle equipment encountering each other, heard standing in slightly chilly air, the last pitch of a no-hitter as everyone watching holds their breath to see if the pitcher's going to make it, a 38-year-old man's ability to throw perfect spirals while sprinting away from a 280-pound tackle and win games in the last 10 seconds, the beauty of a line drive up the middle.
And I can think critically about it too. I have deeply conflicted feelings about performance enhancing drugs, but the problem lies as much with major league baseball's decision to look away for decades as it does with a record-obsessed jerk who uses his kids to deflect his behavior, and I don't know that the most famous abuser should be punished when clearly, everyone except for Joe Crede was juicing. I'm having a hard time watching horse racing (which I used to love!) because racehorses shouldn't be breaking their legs and dying at the frequency with which they have (not just Barbaro; see Arlington Park's 2006 season).
In a way, the idea of winning by any means necessary has seeped into nearly every sport, and I think it's damaged every sport. We're willing to look the other way at all kinds of achievers; I think the NFL is doing good in this department by enforcing bans on quality players who think the millions they earn allow them to operate under a wholly different moral code than the rest of us. I wish every other sports authority would take this up (not that the NFL is perfect, but it 's a start).
Anyway, that's how I think about sports, and it's how I talk about sports with my friends, my husband, and my parents. It's how it's written about in the New York Times, which covers sports thoughtfully and which I've enjoyed reading for years. But that's not how sports are popularly perceived.
What's precipitated this essay is a shift I saw in Deadspin over the past couple months, along with the rise of With Leather (which has good writing but way too many photos of scantily clad ladies for me to actually read) and Kiss Suzy Kolber and the like.
I liked Deadspin a lot when it first launched because Will Leitch thought about sports and wrote about sports intelligently. I guess you could tie it to the rise of alpha commenters to paid sports writers/bloggers, or to the way that Nick Denton changed the payscale at Gawker Media to involve views per post rather than the amount of posts. But all of a sudden, there would be pictures of sexy cheerleaders or dick/gay jokes in headlines for seemingly no reason. Items would be devoted to stories about little-known NFL players posting topless photos of their fiances on their website because it was "funny." Was it funny? I guess? Not really. Does it have anything more than tangential connection to sports? I mean, Carl Monday didn't either, but Carl Monday was actually funny and sort of a once-in-a-lifetime depiction of crazy. Lots of guys post topless photos of women, if my 15 years of surfing the Internet means anything, and I don't see how being the 89th professional sports player to do so distinguishes this as worthy of coverage.
So when the whole Buzz Bissinger thing went down, I dunno, I felt pretty weird about it. I do not support what Bissinger did or said at all, but I think he had one fair point, which he didn't demonstrate very well, and it's that a lot of the popular sports blogs are playing to the lowest common denominator.
And it is seeping into the mainstream media as well. When the media went crazy over how Tony Romo choked at the game Jessica Simpson attended, I was pretty angry. Tony Romo choked because, like Peyton Manning before him, he chokes in big games. Will he turn it around like Manning has? I don't know. I hope so because I think he's a gifted player and I'd love to see him succeed in the playoffs. But I doubt his girlfriend's presence had much to do with the choking, and the way the media piled on her turned me off, big time.
Just as my experience with sports comes from a more intellectual place and a background of enjoying the game for the game, there's a segment of the American public who sees watching sports as the way one passes the time between beers 6 and 7, and boy wouldn't it be great to have sex with one of the Dallas Cowgirls? Don't want to hear about how hot the Cowgirls are? Well, you're a prude. I'm not sexist, I love my wife! Pass the beer nuts.
And when that segment is popularized and legitimized above all others, it's not hard to see why people bag on sports-lovers, particularly people who prize intellect and gender equality. With Will Leitch leaving, I see that segment running roughshod on the whole enterprise and my reading it will diminish even more. Even though I thought Bissinger's behavior (and Costas' endorsement of it) beyond the pale, I'll reread his Barbaro profile in Vanity Fair over any Big Daddy Drew post, any day. And you know, think about how people talk about Jeannie Zelasko versus Tim McCarver. I think they're both two of the worst sportscasters there are, but Zelasko's gender and appearance is dragged into the mud far more.
So I guess I will content myself with Fire Joe Morgan (which concentrates on sportswriting than I would like, but it's got a refreshing lack of sexism and homophobia while a nice appreciation for loving the game) and the weekly Play email from the New York Times. I've still got my friends and family to talk about these things with, so it's not like I lack outlets.
But it ties back into the first point I made (and boy, if you've read this far, congratulations as I've been writing this for an hour and a half). Sports isn't just for men who enjoy binge drinking and don't like to think hard or interesting thoughts. And I don't think, day to day, that's how the majority of American sports lovers think. But yet, that's what's popularized and perpetuated, and it's really been under my skin lately.
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CSA-tastic
I picked up my CSA last night! OMG!
I took pictures of it, but they're still on my camera. (And they'll be posted, you know it! Who doesn't love photos of produce?)
I got: strawberries, rhubarb, green garlic, escarole, bibb lettuce, pink radishes, pea tendrils, fresh mint, asparagus, and a bag of spinach.
I have already:
- eaten half the strawberries
- used up the rhubarb making marmalade
- made two salads using escarole and pea tendrils (with leftover flank steak from fajitas,, tortilla strips, and a habanero-lime ranch dressing I made by adding habanero sauce and lime juice to some fat-free ranch I had in the fridge).
I am going to have an awesome cooking summer.
an addendum
skuenn (5:11:15 PM): Ok, now i'm going to take the 147 home skuenn (5:11:18 PM): pray it's quiet. zulkeygirl (5:11:29 PM): godspeed mychild
Today in Crazy
zulkeygirl (10:42:39 AM): what happened at the bus stop? zulkeygirl (10:42:42 AM): was it MY bus stop? zulkeygirl (10:42:45 AM): (ours I mean) skuenn (10:42:49 AM): sort of skuenn (10:42:57 AM): it started at the 92 stop at ashland and foster skuenn (10:43:28 AM): this woman, total annoying old-lady voiced btw, says to me as soon as i walk up, "how do i get the 147 from here?" skuenn (10:43:59 AM): andi'm trying to be nice, so i'm like "oh, you can take the 92 to theberwyn stop, then it's a two-block walk to sheridan. or you can walkdown to sheridan from here." skuenn (10:44:50 AM): and she's like "can i get there by 9:30?" skuenn (10:44:58 AM): and it's, like, 8:45, so I'm like "definitely." zulkeygirl (10:44:59 AM): oh boy zulkeygirl (10:45:09 AM): and you're like "Do I look like the RTA hotline?" skuenn (10:45:14 AM): So then she decides because i take this route every day,s he's just going to follow me skuenn (10:45:33 AM): and she starts babbling on and on about how she has to be at work at 9:30 and she's been late, and she can't be late anymore skuenn (10:45:48 AM): and she just moved but she's further away from teh 147 and she's having such a hard time adjusting zulkeygirl (10:45:51 AM): god. who are htes peple who like morning chitchat? skuenn (10:46:06 AM): well, so the 92 finally comes and she keeps nattering on about how she's never going to make it skuenn (10:46:17 AM): and i'm like, "i take this every day, and i'm usually at my desk by 9:25." skuenn (10:46:30 AM): and of course, she's rude to some actual old lady on the 92 skuenn (10:46:39 AM): (she's not an old lady she just ounds like one.) skuenn (10:46:58 AM): so the 92 pulls up at Berwyn, and I get off and she's waiting for me. And she's like "how far is it?" skuenn (10:47:10 AM): So I point out the 151 that's at the corner and explain that's where we're going skuenn (10:47:26 AM): And she sees the 92 start to pull out of Berwyn rather than wait and tries to flag it down to RIDE TO SHERIDAN. zulkeygirl (10:47:42 AM): ugh zulkeygirl (10:47:47 AM): how was she rude to the old lady? skuenn (10:47:49 AM): Itdoesn't stop so then she starts nattering on AGAIN about how she can'tbe late and it's so far to walk, and there's no way she can be downtownby 9:30 skuenn (10:47:56 AM): bear in mind: it's 9:02. zulkeygirl (10:48:17 AM): don't you wish sometimes you could just say "I don't speak english"? skuenn (10:48:36 AM): Thewoman was sitting in an outside seat, and my new best friend wanted herseat. so she sat there and tried to berate her into moving to theinside seat skuenn (10:48:45 AM): yeah, seriously zulkeygirl (10:48:52 AM): I just say "excuse me can I sit there?" zulkeygirl (10:49:10 AM): i kind of huffed at a guy who barely feinted at moving his bag off the outside seat this Am so I could sit down skuenn (10:49:11 AM): well, the old woman was trying to let her in to the inside seat, and Crazytown was having none of it. zulkeygirl (10:49:16 AM): I said "Nice" under my breath zulkeygirl (10:49:19 AM): wow skuenn (10:49:42 AM): Imean, it's one thing not to give up a seat, but it's an entire other toask an old woman to move when there's a perfectly good seat next to her. skuenn (10:50:13 AM): After the 92 refuses to stop, she informs me that she can't be late, so she's going to run to the bus stop zulkeygirl (10:50:14 AM): yeah exactly zulkeygirl (10:50:17 AM): ha skuenn (10:50:40 AM): Andthen, before taking off at a pace about 1/2 step faster than I'm atwalking, she asks FOUR TIMES how to get to the bus stop at the corner. skuenn (10:50:46 AM): And I'm like, "It's at the corner, turn right." skuenn (10:50:52 AM): "Right at the corner?" skuenn (10:50:54 AM): "Yes." skuenn (10:51:01 AM): "Will I see it? Is it on the other side." zulkeygirl (10:51:05 AM): omg skuenn (10:51:07 AM): "just turn right at the corner." skuenn (10:51:12 AM): "is that sheridan?" zulkeygirl (10:51:18 AM): only people from out of town are that paranoid skuenn (10:51:19 AM): OMG, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU. skuenn (10:51:25 AM): That's what I thought. zulkeygirl (10:51:35 AM): ha ha skuenn (10:51:40 AM): So as I get to the corner, the 147 pulls up, and she starts fucking JUMPING UP AND DOWN AND WAVING HER ARMS. zulkeygirl (10:52:15 AM): i must have just missed you guys b/c I got on one at about 9 skuenn (10:52:38 AM): Yeah, I think i must've been right behind you. It was about 9:05/9:07 or something. skuenn (10:52:44 AM): I was downtown by 9:15. skuenn (10:53:03 AM): Oh, and I got on the bus, and she took one of the last seats and is like, "Wow, you were right." skuenn (10:53:15 AM): And I almost snapped, "Yes, because I take this bus EVERY FUCKING DAY." skuenn (10:53:28 AM): But instead I walked as far back as I could and started praying I'd never see this woman again. zulkeygirl (10:53:32 AM): and now you get to ride with her every day!
Here is today's feed, from my brain to your eyes.
- I pick up my first community share package tomorrow and I am WAY! TOO! EXCITED! about a box of vegetables.
- In related news, I went to the farmer's market at the MCA and bought some herbs and did some planting tonight. I should have, in the next couple weeks: dill, basil, oregano, mint, rosemary, thyme, and catnip. My cilantro is pretty much ready to go. I haven't put in any flowers, but I think maybe this weekend I'll buy some flats and then my porch will be super pretty and smell nice.
- I downloaded Firefox 3, and so far, it is the new hotness.
- In one week and two days, I'll be in Anaheim. Meh. I am going to go to Disneyland while I'm there, mostly because I like rollercoasters and kitsch way too much to skip it.
- Speaking of work, I've been very productive lately and am enjoying Getting Stuff Done.
- On Friday, I'm seeing Willie Nelson at Ravinia and on Saturday, I'm seeing Tracy Morgan at the Vic. I'm not sure who will be more high.
- Last weekend I went to Wisconsin for a wedding reception but failed to bring any beer or cheese back with me. Epic fail!
- I sent my dad 5 pounds of bratwurst for Father's Day and my little brother took him to a baseball game. So they tailgated. We totes coordinated. Go Team Kuenn!
- The weather here is perfect this week. I hope it lasts forever.
- Scully's wardrobe is very bad in the first season of The X-Files.
this week's model
It was a busy week, again. Monday and Tuesday were action-packed, as I spent Wednesday and Thursday out of the office at the Community Media Workshop Making Media Connections Conference. Wednesday I even ended up going into the office after my preconference workshops were over, just because I had too much to finish before the trunks left for ALA.
So yeah, I went to a conference. It was the best conference I've ever been to. I attended some great sessions on social media and how to use it to fundraise and build community for nonprofits. Beth Kanter may be one of the best presenters I've ever seen; she was also so giving of her time! She talked to anyone and everyone who approached her (including myself) and was funny, smart and engaging. I went to both her social media game workshop and her keynote (I almost never go to keynotes, that's how good she is).
Yesterday, I went to sessions on PSA and word-of-mouth marketing; it was so practical and helpful. We're having a video PSA taped at the end of the month, and I feel so much more prepared for it, plus I got some good ideas on getting the word out for our initiatives. I also went to a session on careers in nonprofit communications and met some good, smart folks who I think can help me with my career goals and got some good info on how to connect with others in positions similar to mine. I did a lot of great networking and am really excited to put what I've learned the last two days into practice.
I came into work this morning energized; given that ALA is in two weeks, that's saying something.
And now for the real reason you people read this blog, here's what I cooked this week (I only cooked twice, for the record):
Wednesday, I made some fabulous mini-pizzas. I bought premade crust, I forget the brand, but they were small. I put plain tomato sauce on each, then covered it with salt, pepper, oregano, basil, and cinnamon. Then, I added a layer of mozzarella, some blue cheese, diced apples, about 4 cloves of garlic, and some chopped bacon. I have recently switched to real bacon after using turkey bacon for years, and man, real bacon is SO MUCH BETTER. It is worth the fat and calories, for serious!
I was pretty happy with how it turned out. It was a lot of strong flavors, but I think they all worked together.
Tonight, I made salmon steaks (baked at 400) after squeezing lemon juice on top, then topping with dijon mustard and herbs (tarragon, oregano, salt, pepper, and thyme). I also roasted some figs in balsamic vinegar, then pulled them out and topped them with a little crumbled blue cheese. Finally, I made some purple potatoes by boiling them for 15-20 minutes in heavily salted water, skin on. I peeled off the skin and mashed them with butter and fat-free Greek yogurt, and boy was that good. it was a colorful plate, and I think it tasted pretty well.
There probably won't be any baking this weekend, as I'm going to a wedding in Whitefish Bay tomorrow and have some freelance work to do. Maybe if I get a chance I can make those salted oatmeal cookies that smittenkitchen went nuts for a few weeks ago.
This weekend was boring, and I have enjoyed every minute of it.
Yesterday, I watched Hillary Clinton's concession speech. It was incredibly classy, and I found myself a little teary and moved by it.
I know a number of people hope she's offered the VP spot, but you know what I hope? That she's President Obama's first appointment to the Supreme Court. How awesome of a justice would she be? And you know she'd get confirmed!
Anyway, after her speech, Keith and I left the house to buy an air conditioner (it's fancy! it even has a remote), then came home just in time to escape the storms that followed for the next 12 hours. I made corn fritters and cocktails* and we finished season 2 of Friday Night Lights and the travesty that was this week's Top Chef.
I also had the following text exchange with Ali, who must have been disappointed to discover that my childless life is not a crazy nonstop party:
me: Is Lissa allergic to nuts?
ali: Nope. HOW IS LIFE??
me: Today we bought an air conditioner. Excitement!
Then today, we watched more TV (season 1 of The X-Files, then I made a cake** and Anne came over to chat and play Rock Band. Afterwards, it was off to Scott & Ali's for dinner, which was delicious.
*I used this recipe, but I added extra cumin, chili pepper and salt, plus I added red peppers and substituted chopped onions for green onions. They still turned out pretty well. I also made a pitcher of this tequila cocktail I saw on YumSugar.
**Basic chocolate cake, but I made a peanut butter buttercream to fill the layers and a chocolate glaze for the top. It was pretty good, although dense and rich. I need to figure out a way to aerate my cakes and make them a little more fluffy.
R.E.M. more than lived up to my expectations. They pulled much further back in the catalog than I'd anticipated: "Pilgrimage," "The One I Love," "Pretty Persuasion," "Fall on Me," the latter of which JOHNNY MARR* came out and supported on guitar. All in all, it was a pretty awesome night and I'm glad I shelled out for the good seats.
I don't remember much about seeing the Monster tour, and I think it's because they very clearly did not want to be there when I saw them. (Sean, if you're reading, your memory may be better than mine here.) What I remember is that I'd been grounded for a completely spurious reasons earlier in the week**, I spilled milkshake on my white shirt at the restaurant we went to before the show and one of my friends helped me get it out, and then we got to the venue as Sonic Youth was playing "Bull in the Heather." I remember thinking the encore made everything else better, but my seats were so bad, and REM seemed so by-the-numbers, and I think that's why I remember so little.
Anyway, if the band I saw last night had been the one I saw in 1995, I might remember everything more clearly. Stipe looked relaxed and loose and seemed to be enjoying himself. The three of them have settled into their roles as the America's Greatest Band and appear to genuinely enjoy playing music—and genuinely enjoy playing it together. Time has done them well, something I didn't anticipate. Stipe waited until the end to talk about Barack Obama, and it was fairly restrained. (Not that it mattered; it was Obama's hometown and we all went crazy for it.) I never realized how much Mike Mills harmonized with Stipe, and it was pretty great to see.
Stipe gently mocked himself for flubbing three songs, but that's kind of my favorite thing to see at shows. I love it when a band goofs and how they work to cover it up or go on—a favorite example is when both Carrie Brownstein and Corin Tucker forgot the words to a song off "The Hot Rock" (I forget which one) when I saw them in a tiny club in Madison, so Janet Weiss finished it off. Then they all laughed and apologized like crazy.
The full set list is at the Trib and probably many other locations.
Oh, and both the openers were pretty amazing, and I think both The National and Modest Mouse won themselves some new fans. The middle-aged women sitting to my left asked me for the second band's name, and I saw someone looking up Modest Mouse's albums on their iPhone between sets. The men in front of us were talking about how transfixed they were by The National.
I'm already won over by both, and I'm pretty stoked to try and see them on their own when I get a chance.
*I can't believe Johnny Marr is now a member of Modest Mouse. Also, when you see them on stage, it's like playing a really obvious game called "Which member of this band Is an '80s indie rock legend?"
**I had a couple friends over to watch a movie, and two of them decided to leave at midnight, except they couldn't drive and lived on opposite ends of town, so I drove them home. I didn't tell my parents where I was going when I left, as I thought they were asleep, and when I got back they gave me hell. So I got grounded for being responsible. They ended up relenting within a few days, and once my brothers became teenagers, probably found the "trouble" I caused awfully quaint.
This has been a tough week. It's been a work week full of fires that I didn't start and yet somehow became responsible for distinguishing. It's been a long time since I looked forward to the end of a week so much.
On the plus side, last night I went to Dog Day at the White Sox game, which was fun. I had some good company, too, and saw some amazingly cute dogs. My favorite was a giant grey Great Dane.
Tonight, I'm going to REM with Modest Mouse and The National. I saw REM thirteen years ago, on the Monster tour, and I'm thinking this will be a similar experience, except I have a job and therefore shelled out for better tickets. I'm excited for the two openers, as they're both favorites, and I think it'll be a good cap to a crap week.
Tomorrow, I have nothing planned except my now-weekly long walk to a garage sale (Bowmanville Neighborhood Sale!) and I am looking forward to wallowing in the nothingness.
in other news
Today I looked up Robert Byrd on Wikipedia and came upon the most hilarious quote, in which he offers some advice on going into politics to a student in 1997:
"Be sure you avoid the Ku Klux Klan. Don't get that albatross around your neck. Once you've made that mistake, you inhibit your operations in the political arena."
I don't know why this cracked me up so much, but it did.
Lots going on! It's been a busy few days:
Sophie had surgery on Friday, to remove three fatty tumors from her chest. They're not cancerous and she subsequently slept for the next three days, broken up by very quick breaks to go to the bathroom. We knew she was better on Sunday morning, as she jumped over both of us while we were still in bed. Twice. But she was pretty out of it Friday night, so we kept an eye on her and spent the night playing Rock Band and watching Battlestar.
Saturday is Garage Sale day, so Keith and I went for a long walk, with stops penciled in for garage sales and a mid-day beer. We found a pretty good yard sale near Lincoln Square and I picked up a book about making specially shaped cakes and Keith bought some '80s CD collections. If you need a cake shaped like a roller skate or some '80s hair metal, you know who to call. It was nice out, so we ate dinner on the porch (Keith made pasta) then hung out to keep an eye on our recovering dog. We ended up watching chapters 13-22 of Trapped in the Closet on IFC, and I gotta say, part II was very disappointing. Too much Rosie the Nosy Neighbor.
Sunday, we took the bus down to Lincoln Park and ate at the Chicago Pizza & Oven Grinder Co., which is totes one of a kind, then went to the zoo, where we saw not one, but two different primates pee in spectacular fashion. Then we went home, ran the dog out, and went to see the new Indiana Jones movie, which I didn't care for. I am pretty sure Harrison Ford was stoned the whole time, there were way too many anthropomorphized animals, and the dialogue was leaden. It was also pretty boring, which Indiana Jones should never be.
Today it was back to the grind. I'm on a long, slow march to Anaheim, and I'm not always sure I'm going to see the horizon. Hard to believe Conference is as close/far as three weeks.
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recent hilarious mishearing
Last night, I was listening to NPR while I made dinner, as I often do, and I heard a preview for Morning Edition:
"Terry Bradshaw has influenced life and style for many American women."
And I was like "Wha-wha-what?"
Then I heard Sarah Jessica Parker start talking about how Carrie Bradshaw is a narcissist.
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