“It’s becoming increasingly difficult to hear U2’s music without filtering it through your feelings about the other Bono, that strident, sanctimonious swirl of idealism, agenda and ego.”—Washington Post's J. Freedom du Lac (which pretty much sums up my feelings about U2 as well, except for the fact I couldn't be less interested in their music)
watching the top chef season finale. hosea, undeniably the dark horse who really had no business being in the final three, won the big money and title. which was achieved by basically screwing stefan over 3 times in a matter of 20 minutes. and poor carla, who in my opinion should have won, was sabotaged by what was supposed to be her ‘help’, in this case casey from season 3. the whole thing was the epitome of anticlimax, and rewarded the least talented person with the big prize. gah, hosea is such a tool.
…and i kind of love it. zombies are pretty much superior to all other frightening things. a bit unrelated to the link, but i wouldn’t be lying to say i have spent several nights in the past up trying to decide what exactly my plan of action would be if some psycho, half dead/rabid human showed up at my door.
what can i say about this article… good call for a religious figure like the pope who isn’t supposed to pass judgement on fellow human beings (isn’t that part of the job description?) by saying men can’t keep it in their pants and women are too vain. huh. again, this coming from someone who gets waited on hand and foot, wears ornate clothing and jewels, and probably dines better than 90% of the world…you tell me what’s wrong with this picture.
and pardon me, but social injustice? and taking drugs? well, if you consider alcohol to be a drug (as technically you should), a catholic is probably the LAST person on earth to touch that one, or really just about anything else. it’s embarrassing, really.
it’s not so much the reading i do as much as look at the great landscapes and glimpses of nature and life that the photographers capture. i will say though i love the pieces they do on life in small towns in america or eastern europe. i haven’t lived anywhere long enough to justify a real magazine subscription.
the photographs, the extravagant side of life that i will most likely never experience. the thing about my vogue amusement isn’t that i necessarily strive to live or dress like the elite and privileged,but i do find it interesting on what some people will spend their money on. call it an extension on me fantasizing about spending money that i don’t have i suppose.
derived from the concatenation of the greek words paraskeví (Παρασκευή) (meaning friday), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς) (meaning thirteen), attached to phobía (φοβία) (meaning fear). it is a derivative of tristaidekaphobia, a fear of the number 13.
the long awaited, hyped “value meal” has been unveiled at starbucks. for $3.95, you can get a small latte and bowl of oatmeal. when i think of what it costs me to make my daily espresso strength brew and that monstrosity of quaker oats with who knows what thrown in…
for sure, it has to be the definition of “value” that starbucks and i don’t agree on. so while i don’t mind on shelling out for that soy chai from the little guy down the street, it’s going to be all about the quaker oats for mere pennies in the meantime.
Why I gave up on "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay"
I was in the process of traveling across Europe and the idea was that it would keep me occupied during the extensive train rides. I ended up being more interested in eating jars of Nutella and meeting fellow travelers. The thing was, I actually really liked this book. Complex thoughtful characters, escapism, and comic books, it was honestly good. Upon my return to the Americas, though, it felt like my reading ended right along with my trip. I was somewhere between pg. 213-238 if I remember correctly? I’d have to start completely over at this point and to me, along with being stuck on subways for extended periods of time and leggings, little irritates me more than to start a book over again from the beginning. But then there it is: “The Amazing Adventures”, staring at me from my bookshelf. Right now. Being what I call “self employed” at present, now would be as good a time as ever to read it from start to finish this time. After I finish reading “The Beach”. Will I get distracted yet again? Probably.
i love gawker for picking up on this. in a buzzed stupor i went off on it a few days ago to some people who had no clue what i was talking about. i can’t help but feel vindicated that i’m not the only one who thinks it’s a little crazy to leak out *that* much information.
first and foremost, michael phelps. ok, yeah, admittedly, it’s not healthy to ingest *anything* into your lungs, but if an olympian who wins 8 gold medals in one go is doing it, it must be okay right? plus, it’s not like he didn’t have to go through a million olympic drug tests to make sure he was clean when it really counted, are you with me? kudos to speedo for saying, “uhhh, the media sucks and blew this way out of proportion” and downgrade for kelloggs who fired his ass. *edit* this just in, subway dropped their sponsorship with him too. okay now, who else eats subway sandwiches except those who have the munchies? who exactly is subway’s marketing department composed of? they should probably be fired.
moving on… there is nothing. nothing. i love more than authority figures talking a little bit of jive. this is a fun thing. and who is more fun than barack obama. given, these are excerpts from the audio version of dreams from my father talking about his friend ray, but who cares? this one just made my friday morning.
or lack thereof, should not be spending nearly as much money as I visiting BOB on such a regular basis (yes, i have befriended the bartender.) but the easy access to meeting great new people and the chambly noire keep me coming back.
for when i can't bring myself to walk to the burrito house
i’ve been keeping it a little tex mex with the cold weather. no matter, my recipe for guacamole and homemade chips
can of rotel tomatoes (love these things, do not underestimate the rotel tomato)
1/3-1/2 onion, depending on preference, chopped
some cilantro, chopped
some salt, cumin, and a squirt of lime
package of flour tortilla shells
6 pack of tecate
preheat the oven to 350. now you are going to want to cut/tear/whatever those tortillas into…tortilla chips! get it? do that however you want and lay them on a cookie sheet.
peel and mash up the avocado. don’t even *think* about doing this with anything less than a ripe avocado or you’re in for a real mess. i speak from experience. anyways, time to put the chips in the oven for 10 minutes, give or take.
throw the rotels in with the mashed avocados along with everything else. season according to your taste. also, your chips are probably about done.
dinosaur on the ark— esau mwamwaya and radioclit. from “esau mwamwaya and radioclit are the very best”
when i originally heard about this album via pitchfork, my main interest was m.i.a. and vampire weekend remixes and collaborations? sweet. but the real gem is this track, which features ben brewer (who just happens to be m.i.a.s baby daddy). get ready to feel happy.