Monday, March 2, 2009

it is hard to be a gangsta with a basket on your bike

Sara and Jason live OBNOXIOUSLY far away from me and I really think that they should have taken that into consideration before signing their lease. Humph. Still, I went out into the cold and sucked up the 40 minute drive so I could watch Battlestar Galactica with people who actually get what the frak I’m talking about. Only 3 episodes left and while I appreciate that they are staying true to the integrity of the story and not stretching it out because the cast and crew have a steady gig they want to milk for all it’s worth (though, couldn’t blame them if they did, if I had that gig they would have to forcibly remove me from the lot), I’m just not ready to say goodbye. Somebody is probably going to have to hold me when it’s over. Shhh…shhh…it’s okay… you’ll love again…

I made chocomole, finally, because I love chocolate and avocados and making a mess in the kitchen. The first “attempt” was a farce as the avocados I had bought on Monday had rotted by Wednesday. Epic fail, avocados, epic fail. But Friday came with 3 new avocados and as the dates were already mashed I wasted no time throwing ingredients into the Kitchen Aid. Which brings me to today’s lesson, if you’re going to throw avocado halves into a food processor you should make sure the bowl is big enough to prevent the halves from flying out at you. All in all though, it was a pretty successful endeavor. I think, perhaps, less dates next time. Jason Mraz must have HUGE avocados. I say this because the 20 dates he indicated were just too much for my little green friends, and, cuz it sounds kinda dirty. I still enjoyed it, which is a good thing because no one else in this house is going to touch that crazy-raw-vegan-shit in the fridge. Especially since it kinda looks like poo. Though, I did get my dad to eat vegan lasagna a little while back. He knew what it was and still ate it. I gave myself a gold star.

Over on Facebook there’s this 15 albums thing going around and I’m pretty well diggin it. I love finding out that friends like the same obscure band that I thought no one else knew about or how a girl I kinda knew in high school has awesome taste that almost parallels mine. I like the discussions it’s been starting. Also, it’s been making me want to do nothing but listen to music 24/7, which is going to cause some problems since I have to go to work tomorrow ☹ So, anyway, here’s mine:

Think of 15 albums, CDs, LPs (if you're over 40) that had such a profound effect on you they changed your life. Dug into your soul. Music that brought you to life when you heard it. Royally affected you, kicked you in the wazoo, literally socked you in the gut, is what I mean. Then when you finish, tag 15 others, including moi. Make sure you copy and paste this part so they know the drill. Get the idea now? Good. Tag, you're it!

ok. so right now, these are the 15 but in ten minutes time i'm sure i'm going to think of another 5 and be pretty well pissed.

1. The Queen is Dead- The Smiths
2. The Boy with the Arab Strap- Belle and Sebastian
3. Electric Warrior- T. Rex
4. Bandwagonesque- Teenage Fanclub
5. Sunshine on Leith- The Proclaimers
6. Either/Or- Elliot Smith
7. Crosby Stills and Nash- CS&N
8. Treasure- Cocteau Twins
9. Ladies of the Canyon- Joni Mitchell
10. Hounds of Love- Kate Bush
11. IV- Led Zeppelin
12. Absolution- Muse
13. Pink Moon- Nick Drake
14. Slanted & Enchanted- Pavement
15. Monk's Blues- Thelonious Monk



I love snow. Love, love, love, love, love. I love walking in it. I love driving in it. I love looking out at it through the window. I love lying down in it and making snow angels. I love balling it in my fists and throwing it at my friends and family. I love tilting my head to the sky and letting it land on my tongue. I love the way it rests on tree branches and coats your hair. I love how it makes the world a little less loud and a little more beautiful. I love how by trapping us, it sets us free. I even love the brown sludge of the following days because it reminds me of the beauty that was. Love, love, love, love, love.

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