Friday, October 22, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
:)
don't kid yourself
and don't fool yourself
this love's too good to last
and i'm too old to dream
don't grow up too fast
and don't embrace the past
this life's too good to last
and i'm too young to care
don't kid yourself
and don't fool yourself
this life could be the last
and we're too young to see
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
salad recipe for the poached egg lover (me)
Poached Egg and Bacon Salad - Salad Lyonnaise Recipe
Ingredients
A handful of fresh frisee lettuce, torn into bite sized pieces
2 strips bacon
1 teaspoon chopped shallots
1 slice French or Italian bread and a little butter to make buttered croutons
1 Poached egg
1 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp wine vinegar
1/2 teaspoon Dijon mustard
Salt and pepper to taste
Method
1 Cook two strips of bacon on medium heat until done, about 5 minutes. Remove from heat, let drain of excess fat on a paper towel. Once cool, chop.
2 Cut a slice of French or Italian bread into cubes. Toast on medium high heat in a small saucepan with a teaspoon of melted butter. Do not stir bread unless to turn to a different side once one side is toasted.
3 Poach egg your favorite way.
4 Layer the frisée, bacon, shallots, and croutons on a salad plate. In a small jar, mix the olive oil, vinegar, mustard, salt and pepper. Pour dressing over salad. Top with the poached egg.
Devour.
Serves one.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
dude
this is pretty awesome.
by the way, i'm enjoying my time in virginia beach. pictures coming soon.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Rats can't throw up, that's why rat poison works.
Rats have strong resistances to poison, but since they can't vomit, if they ingest a lethal amount of poison, they will die.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
ordinary magic
Just want to share this story from Bindu Wiles' blog.
Life talks to you when you look and listen. Being observant is one of the ways that magic touches you.
I was walking home today and took a different way than I usually do only by one block, so I was approaching my building from the opposite direction.
In NYC, (in non-doormen buildings), we take our garbage downstairs to the basement or courtyard or some other designated area, and put the garbage into big garbage cans that are lined with these thick black garbage bags.
Twice a week, people sort the recycling and drag/carry these huge black garbage bags out to the curb and pile them up on the curb for the sanitation trucks to come pick up. (Sometimes there are like 30 bags, sometimes triple that amount in bigger buildings in Manhattan. I live in Brooklyn, things are smaller here).
I walked past a building and saw an outrageous thing that didn’t register at first so a few steps later I stopped in my tracks and turned back.
A door was open to the basement of a building. It was a half a flight down underground.
In the doorway, lying on the cement floor, was an enormous pile of raw garbage- all sorts of food and containers that wasn’t in bags but just open. Rice and meat bones and sour cream containers…like that. It looked like the inside of your kitchen garbage can.
You couldn’t even get into the doorway, the garbage was so thick.
There was a boy teenager, standing knee deep in that garbage with gloves on and a pile of black garbage bags cleaning it up.
He had headphones on. I wanted to talk to him, so I went down a few steps and got his attention. He spoke broken English and I spoke broken Spanish, but I was trying to convey my shock to him and find out what the hell was going on. I had never seen anything like this ever before outside the garbage slums of India.
This kid, a 19 year old Mexican kid, was smiling and happy and laughing at my shock. He said it was like this every week. There aren’t enough garbage cans and so people leave the garbage in bags stacked up and they break open or the stray cats get at the bags and open them up.
It only takes him a couple hours he said, and he gets paid well. (I’m condensing all of this conversation. It actually took like half an hour. I need to brush up on my Spanish so I can speak faster and with less charades).
What blew me away about this kid was his happiness. He had no contempt whatsoever about his task. He wasn’t trying to make it any other way than what it was. It was just the situation and he was engaging it because that was his job. He wasn’t complaining or putting down the tenants or the landlords for not being better humans. He was just cleaning up the garbage. His demeanor was uplifted and unaffected by an absolutely disgusting situation.
We said goodbye and I walked home stunned. When I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about how inspired I felt by this kid’s attitude.
Awhile later, I went back out to see him again. He had his headphones on and was straightening the few garbage cans that were there and that were now empty with new black liners in them.
The floor was completely clean and he had swept and hosed down the concrete. On the curb were 20 or so neatly stacked and tied black garbage bags.
He didn’t see me he was so absorbed in his work, and I didn’t want to interrupt him. So I just watched.
And cried. I cried for all the people who have to do these gross jobs, for all of us who think we are above those kind of jobs, for everyone who has never known such happiness in the midst of what is seemingly a humiliating task.
I cried for the invisibility of his work. (We are so driven by acknowledgement).
And I cried because I was so moved by this kid’s decency and elegance and dignity that radiated out from a pile of raw garbage that was not his mess, but that he was cleaning up.
I was walking home today and took a different way than I usually do only by one block, so I was approaching my building from the opposite direction.
In NYC, (in non-doormen buildings), we take our garbage downstairs to the basement or courtyard or some other designated area, and put the garbage into big garbage cans that are lined with these thick black garbage bags.
Twice a week, people sort the recycling and drag/carry these huge black garbage bags out to the curb and pile them up on the curb for the sanitation trucks to come pick up. (Sometimes there are like 30 bags, sometimes triple that amount in bigger buildings in Manhattan. I live in Brooklyn, things are smaller here).
I walked past a building and saw an outrageous thing that didn’t register at first so a few steps later I stopped in my tracks and turned back.
A door was open to the basement of a building. It was a half a flight down underground.
In the doorway, lying on the cement floor, was an enormous pile of raw garbage- all sorts of food and containers that wasn’t in bags but just open. Rice and meat bones and sour cream containers…like that. It looked like the inside of your kitchen garbage can.
You couldn’t even get into the doorway, the garbage was so thick.
There was a boy teenager, standing knee deep in that garbage with gloves on and a pile of black garbage bags cleaning it up.
He had headphones on. I wanted to talk to him, so I went down a few steps and got his attention. He spoke broken English and I spoke broken Spanish, but I was trying to convey my shock to him and find out what the hell was going on. I had never seen anything like this ever before outside the garbage slums of India.
This kid, a 19 year old Mexican kid, was smiling and happy and laughing at my shock. He said it was like this every week. There aren’t enough garbage cans and so people leave the garbage in bags stacked up and they break open or the stray cats get at the bags and open them up.
It only takes him a couple hours he said, and he gets paid well. (I’m condensing all of this conversation. It actually took like half an hour. I need to brush up on my Spanish so I can speak faster and with less charades).
What blew me away about this kid was his happiness. He had no contempt whatsoever about his task. He wasn’t trying to make it any other way than what it was. It was just the situation and he was engaging it because that was his job. He wasn’t complaining or putting down the tenants or the landlords for not being better humans. He was just cleaning up the garbage. His demeanor was uplifted and unaffected by an absolutely disgusting situation.
We said goodbye and I walked home stunned. When I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about how inspired I felt by this kid’s attitude.
Awhile later, I went back out to see him again. He had his headphones on and was straightening the few garbage cans that were there and that were now empty with new black liners in them.
The floor was completely clean and he had swept and hosed down the concrete. On the curb were 20 or so neatly stacked and tied black garbage bags.
He didn’t see me he was so absorbed in his work, and I didn’t want to interrupt him. So I just watched.
And cried. I cried for all the people who have to do these gross jobs, for all of us who think we are above those kind of jobs, for everyone who has never known such happiness in the midst of what is seemingly a humiliating task.
I cried for the invisibility of his work. (We are so driven by acknowledgement).
And I cried because I was so moved by this kid’s decency and elegance and dignity that radiated out from a pile of raw garbage that was not his mess, but that he was cleaning up.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
you'll see them some day
'Cause all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
a million little pieces
i miss having a book of james frey that i can carry in my bag and pull out and read whenever i feel like. james frey, please write more books for me.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
25 things to do before 25
1. learn how to bake a cake
2. perm my hair at least once
3. visit moma
4. get a brazilian wax
5. learn how to cook properly
6. learn how to crochet
7. learn how to knit gloves, socks and sweaters
8. learn how to play guitar, left-handed and right-handed
9. buy and wear red lipstick
10. master Maya (haha!)
2. perm my hair at least once
3. visit moma
4. get a brazilian wax
5. learn how to cook properly
6. learn how to crochet
7. learn how to knit gloves, socks and sweaters
8. learn how to play guitar, left-handed and right-handed
9. buy and wear red lipstick
10. master Maya (haha!)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
new year
it feels good to be all alone, it feels good to be so tired all you want to do is just sleep
Sunday, February 7, 2010
fragments
arab street teh tarik
james frey
exogenesis symphony part 3
rays of sunlight
she burrrrrrrrns like the sun
james frey
exogenesis symphony part 3
rays of sunlight
she burrrrrrrrns like the sun
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