I just saw the comments to my post below. About my wish for more excitement I might add a curse I once heard:
May you live in Interesting Times.
Because there's nothing more annoying than Interesting Times if you're actually stuck in them. In retrospect you might tell about them and they might sound exciting ("There was this time I wrestled the giant Boa Constrictor"), but while they last, they certainly are no fun whatsoever.
So boring's probably good. And I don't know whether meeting Bata "Every Day Is Bad Hair Day" Illic" wasn't too exciting for me...
Friday, July 11, 2003
I was looking at my recipe of the day (I'm not sure whether I would like it or not) and I remembered what I was thinking the other day...
I thought I should cook more often and try out more recipes. But it's no fun to cook for oneself alone and usually my roommates and me don't come home at the same time. So what I propose is to be square and found a cooking society. We'd convene every week and cook a menu, to be determined in advance out of various cookbooks. (I'm thinking about my Naked Chef cookbook here. I'm also thinking about the Chef naked. But that's beside the point :)
We could then even post the recipes and results here for all world (ahem, well, maybe two people) to see. Or even install a NEW BLOG for it. The Glorious Blog of the YUM (Young Urban Munchers) Society we would call it. Or something.
Well, it's just a thought. I think so far everybody hated it :) I'll just go and make a sandwich, whaddaya say.
I thought I should cook more often and try out more recipes. But it's no fun to cook for oneself alone and usually my roommates and me don't come home at the same time. So what I propose is to be square and found a cooking society. We'd convene every week and cook a menu, to be determined in advance out of various cookbooks. (I'm thinking about my Naked Chef cookbook here. I'm also thinking about the Chef naked. But that's beside the point :)
We could then even post the recipes and results here for all world (ahem, well, maybe two people) to see. Or even install a NEW BLOG for it. The Glorious Blog of the YUM (Young Urban Munchers) Society we would call it. Or something.
Well, it's just a thought. I think so far everybody hated it :) I'll just go and make a sandwich, whaddaya say.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Oh, and you probably know about the 404 page that comes up when you enter "weapons of mass destruction" in Google and hit "I'm feeling lucky". (Well, you should know, because I linked to it ages ago when nobody knew it. Pshaw.) But nevermind, maybe you don't know this: Enter "french military victories" and hit "I'm feeling lucky".
I'm just wondering how I seem to be lacking all social graces sometimes. I don't want to talk to people (can't remember their faces anyway), answering the telephone gives me hives (names, schmames), and don't get me started on making a call myself. It takes at least half an hour to get me psyched up to do it, about the same amount of time needed to compose an e-mail. And that's to people I know. People I don't know I don't want contact with and I usually make an ass out of myself. I decided the perfect job for me would be at an Alaskan mining station where you meet people once a year when the shift changes.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
For your perusal:
ROBBIE WILLIAMS
Something Beautiful
You can't manufacture a miracle
the silence was pitiful, that day
a love is getting too cynical
passion's just physical, these days
you analyze everyone you meet
but get no sign love in kind
every night you admit defeat
and cry yourself blind
If you can't wake up in the morning
cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt tired or lonely
can't control it, try as you might
May you find that love never leave you
may you find it by the end of the day
you wont be lost, hurt tired and lonely
something beautiful will come your way
The DJ said on the radio
life should be stereo, each day
In the past you cast the unsuitable
stead of some kind of beautiful, you just couldn't wait
all your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul no, no no
forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone
(chorus again)
some kind of beautiful (few times)
all your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul no no no
forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone
(chorus again)
ROBBIE WILLIAMS
Something Beautiful
You can't manufacture a miracle
the silence was pitiful, that day
a love is getting too cynical
passion's just physical, these days
you analyze everyone you meet
but get no sign love in kind
every night you admit defeat
and cry yourself blind
If you can't wake up in the morning
cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt tired or lonely
can't control it, try as you might
May you find that love never leave you
may you find it by the end of the day
you wont be lost, hurt tired and lonely
something beautiful will come your way
The DJ said on the radio
life should be stereo, each day
In the past you cast the unsuitable
stead of some kind of beautiful, you just couldn't wait
all your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul no, no no
forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone
(chorus again)
some kind of beautiful (few times)
all your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul no no no
forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone
(chorus again)
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
List of Random Things
The cats have learned to exit the apartment. Our door was left ajar tonight and when I got up they were frolicking up and down the staircase to the basement. They don't particularly like the outdoors, though. Let's hope it stays that way. We'll need to get them tattooed in case they escape. Maybe a skull. Or an eagle. Or a heart with: Kitty - Bad to the Bone.
I have Robbie in my head: Something beautiful. My favourite song off the CD. He didn't play it at the concert, though.
Did a Tai Chi class today. Maybe if I did that more often my balance would improve and things like the incident with the mobile phone and the toilet wouldn't happen that often. Phone update: My brother says he can repair these things. Let's keep the fingers crossed he actually passed his exam.
Ulisch has a new car. It has a spoiler in front and two lamps on each side. Other than that, it's a great car.
There's two classes of people harassing you in the street: one class just wants to harass you and the others are the "admonishers". They will point out to you what you're doing wrong. "You have no light on your bike!" What do they think that'll accomplish? "Gee, thanks, Mister, I didn't notice! Thanks for telling me! I will grow one right away, Sir!" or "Boy, I really am a bad person. Riding a bike with no lights. Let me say six Hail Marys and amend my evil ways from now on." My favourite admonisher actually did this: My car was stalled in the middle of an intersection and he got out of his car, walked to my car and said to me: "This car has to go!" To which I replied that I totally agreed and would he please move it for me...
Today I was researching pictures (mainly of meat which isn't as pretty as it sounds - oh, it doesn't sound pretty, does it? Well, whatever it sounds like, it's less of it. Try putting "butcher" in Picture Google to get an idea). Anyway, I came across a lot of pictures of families celebrating christmas and I wondered if I should be sad that I don't have a husband and kids. It looked like fun. I reasoned then that it probably wasn't, but still. It was one of those moments when you realise your life doesn't have a rewind button.
I really would like an ipod (hey, I told you it was random).
I've gotten into the habit of eating jam straight out of the jar. Today I had another inexplicable sandwich urge: This time it was peanut butter and jelly. Hmmm peanutbutter and jelly. Don't have either. Maybe I should go out and buy some.
The cats have learned to exit the apartment. Our door was left ajar tonight and when I got up they were frolicking up and down the staircase to the basement. They don't particularly like the outdoors, though. Let's hope it stays that way. We'll need to get them tattooed in case they escape. Maybe a skull. Or an eagle. Or a heart with: Kitty - Bad to the Bone.
I have Robbie in my head: Something beautiful. My favourite song off the CD. He didn't play it at the concert, though.
Did a Tai Chi class today. Maybe if I did that more often my balance would improve and things like the incident with the mobile phone and the toilet wouldn't happen that often. Phone update: My brother says he can repair these things. Let's keep the fingers crossed he actually passed his exam.
Ulisch has a new car. It has a spoiler in front and two lamps on each side. Other than that, it's a great car.
There's two classes of people harassing you in the street: one class just wants to harass you and the others are the "admonishers". They will point out to you what you're doing wrong. "You have no light on your bike!" What do they think that'll accomplish? "Gee, thanks, Mister, I didn't notice! Thanks for telling me! I will grow one right away, Sir!" or "Boy, I really am a bad person. Riding a bike with no lights. Let me say six Hail Marys and amend my evil ways from now on." My favourite admonisher actually did this: My car was stalled in the middle of an intersection and he got out of his car, walked to my car and said to me: "This car has to go!" To which I replied that I totally agreed and would he please move it for me...
Today I was researching pictures (mainly of meat which isn't as pretty as it sounds - oh, it doesn't sound pretty, does it? Well, whatever it sounds like, it's less of it. Try putting "butcher" in Picture Google to get an idea). Anyway, I came across a lot of pictures of families celebrating christmas and I wondered if I should be sad that I don't have a husband and kids. It looked like fun. I reasoned then that it probably wasn't, but still. It was one of those moments when you realise your life doesn't have a rewind button.
I really would like an ipod (hey, I told you it was random).
I've gotten into the habit of eating jam straight out of the jar. Today I had another inexplicable sandwich urge: This time it was peanut butter and jelly. Hmmm peanutbutter and jelly. Don't have either. Maybe I should go out and buy some.
Monday, July 07, 2003
Fire in my Feet
First of all, let me tell you about my running experience. I might have told you already, but why not listen to it again?
I almost overslept and so had to grab all my stuff in panic and hurry out to catch the subway. So my first work-out experience consisted of running after the subway while eating a banana. Not a pretty sight.
Then I arrived and at 8 the thing started. At first it felt like a lot of people just needed to go somewhere - coincidentally at the same time wearing the same outfit (we had a running shirt given to us). I was jogging along nicely while everybody was overtaking me. Oh well, I wasn't out to set records.
Around km 7 I got an inexplicable urge to eat a cheese sandwich. Brie cheese, to be precise. As that wasn't available, I had a cup of water. Or two. Of course I needed to go pee all the time, so you may deduct about an hour from my total running time. Everything went smoothly until km 15 when I started getting tired. But only the last two kms were real hard. And yes, it was good I had stopped smoking because then I started wheezing and I don't know if cigarettes before the race help with that. Though I saw somebody bumming a Marlboro from a bystander just before the race. Then again, there was a really fat person running in front of me. They were all faster than me. Actually, I overtook the fat man at some point, so I don't know whether he really finished.
When I finished my left thigh and right foot felt terrible. They actually do up to now, so I hope that'll go away tomorrow. And my knees hurt. Other than that I was fine. Accurately, I took 2:24:53 which makes me Number 550.
Ants in my Pants
After my relaxing bath, everybody went to the Robbie Williams concert. Obviously, everybody had tickets, inexplicably I ended up not having any. This has happened before. In the beginning, everybody says they're not going, in the end I am the only one with no ticket. But I went anyway with Tinisch and Marco and sat on the hill opposite the arena where the sound was actually surprisingly good. The strange thing was that it got even better the farther you went away.
Bad thing though: While we were sitting on the hill, you guessed it: Ants climbed into my pants. So now I not only have sore muscles but also ant bites on my butt.
First of all, let me tell you about my running experience. I might have told you already, but why not listen to it again?
I almost overslept and so had to grab all my stuff in panic and hurry out to catch the subway. So my first work-out experience consisted of running after the subway while eating a banana. Not a pretty sight.
Then I arrived and at 8 the thing started. At first it felt like a lot of people just needed to go somewhere - coincidentally at the same time wearing the same outfit (we had a running shirt given to us). I was jogging along nicely while everybody was overtaking me. Oh well, I wasn't out to set records.
Around km 7 I got an inexplicable urge to eat a cheese sandwich. Brie cheese, to be precise. As that wasn't available, I had a cup of water. Or two. Of course I needed to go pee all the time, so you may deduct about an hour from my total running time. Everything went smoothly until km 15 when I started getting tired. But only the last two kms were real hard. And yes, it was good I had stopped smoking because then I started wheezing and I don't know if cigarettes before the race help with that. Though I saw somebody bumming a Marlboro from a bystander just before the race. Then again, there was a really fat person running in front of me. They were all faster than me. Actually, I overtook the fat man at some point, so I don't know whether he really finished.
When I finished my left thigh and right foot felt terrible. They actually do up to now, so I hope that'll go away tomorrow. And my knees hurt. Other than that I was fine. Accurately, I took 2:24:53 which makes me Number 550.
Ants in my Pants
After my relaxing bath, everybody went to the Robbie Williams concert. Obviously, everybody had tickets, inexplicably I ended up not having any. This has happened before. In the beginning, everybody says they're not going, in the end I am the only one with no ticket. But I went anyway with Tinisch and Marco and sat on the hill opposite the arena where the sound was actually surprisingly good. The strange thing was that it got even better the farther you went away.
Bad thing though: While we were sitting on the hill, you guessed it: Ants climbed into my pants. So now I not only have sore muscles but also ant bites on my butt.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
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