Monthly Archives: November 2008

and we’re off!

Mañana we are flying to Mexico! We are going to the heart of the Aztec empire, where we will climb pyramids that predate the warriors of the highlands, and visit an enormous cathedral built to impress them into catechism.

I am also looking forward to the beers, the tacos, the friends, my parents, and sharing all that with the PB and his little Americans.

Adiós, hasta pronto, and to the Americans among you, happy Thanksgiving!

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what blogs mean to me

it means i get to read nancy rommelman‘s musings about life, thoughts that feel so close to exactly what i am thinking and feeling right now

http://www.typepad.com/t/trackback/228770/36101754

it means i get to share meals without eating them, and compare recipes without cooking, and inspire myself from the imaginary smells of pots in other people’s kitchens

http://desertcandy.blogspot.com/2008/10/squid-ink-fettuccine-with-salmon.html

and

http://orangette.blogspot.com/2008/06/49-degrees.html

and rejoice when these same known-only-through-their-blogs cooks share their engagement news

http://www.thewednesdaychef.com/the_wednesday_chef/2008/09/dsfs-sdf-sdf.html

or when dooce tells the world in her way that she is pregant again

http://dooce.com/2008/11/19/internet-im-craving-doritos, and then see that more than 3000 people have commented.  3000!!!!
thanks you internets (and all the other blogs about serious, fun, political and edible stuff i read that i can’t tag today).

and thank you nancy, i don’t know you, but i feel like i should. that was a great post – and i forgive you for the serious cravings i have now for anything from the momofuku empire-of-best-foods-ever.

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commitment

It is a bit very lame to commit now to participate in NaPoBlo, and lamer even to commit to next year’s NaPoBlo, but if anyone is still reading now, and is around next year, you will see me copying the fabulous Belgianwaffle‘s idea: over the course of 30 days I will retell, explore and try to remember every place I have ever lived.  Maybe by then I’ll be back in the one place where I’d like to stay.

In the meantime, and just to tempt you back eventually, below a few emblematic pictures of the places we’ll visit:

https://i0.wp.com/www.vegansworldnetwork.org/images/pics/rio_de_janeiro1.jpg

rio de janeiro

https://i0.wp.com/www.cs.utk.edu/outreach/2004-03-31_files/merida_church.jpg

merida, yucatan

https://i2.wp.com/www.losangeles.com/attractions/gifs/hollywood-sign/hollywood-sign1.jpg

kinda self-explanatory.

and last but not least

https://i2.wp.com/www.bestpicturegallery.com/best-picture-gallery-Atomium-brussels-belgium-Squonk11-photo.jpg

BRUSSELS!

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relativity

last night, at the end of a very long day of re-writes and very boring statistical data work i dragged myself to my local wholefoods.  the logic goes like this:  i love this a russian bakery – they make amazing breads, very rough peasant breads, redolent of harsher times. the ladies who are behind the counter are middle aged, wear too much make-up, have thick accents and are only occasionally friendly, and when the shop owner is in teh store, they try to grffly push you to buy eggplant salad and more bread.  they also make amazing sweet poppy seed danishes, strudels, and other sweet concoctions.  it would be very very bad to leave the house with the express and exclusive intention of buying russian carbs.  but morally i can accept dropping in to the bakery on my way out from wholefoods, which is next door.

that is how i happened to be in line at wholefoods behind a guy in a suit, a young-ish guy (late 20’s maybe) in a decent suit with decent shoe and good haircut, buying a ready-made pb&j sandwich and a bottle of oj for dinner.  he said so to the cashier.

whatever the circumstances of his pre-packed pb&j dinner,  i realized that i can make myself a pb&j sandwich whenever i want to.

that made me stupidly happy.

and then i bought a poppyseed danish.

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revelations

it will come as no surprise to my readers, that i am having hard time juggling teaching, other academic duties and blogging.  i am actually finding it impossible to do what i must do and some of what i like to do.  for example – i have not really cooked anything in months.  unless you count making hummus and boiling pasta cooking. i have also not blogged anything in weeks, another sure sign of something.

the days are simply not long enough, and the tasks of the day/week/moment are so incredibly demanding and immediate and deadening that i can simply not conjure up enough energy to make a simple but satisfying meal.  i could argue that in LA there are about a million places where you can get a satisfying meal without cooking it yourself, but you all know i like to cook, so if i am not cooking, something is amiss.

adding to the professional pains in the rear, her royal highness is showing very obvious signs of ageing.  i’ll spare you there revolting details, but let me just say i suspect she is losing control of some vital functions, and it ain’t pretty.  i just want her to have a quick and comfortable end, and so far she seems happy enough to walk a block, poop and come home, wheezing all the way up the stairs, then taking a nap until the next time i rouse her for a short walk. such is the life of the senior citizen.  but i did not like seeing my grandmother waste away, and i am not enjoying seeing her highness’ slow decline.

all is not shite – yesterday i had an amazing meal at an amazing ethipopian restaurant.  the memory of the food has been the bright spot of this day. also, we are off to mexico next week where we will spend thanksgiving day climbing pyramids.  i am very happy about that. and not to completely lose track of what really matters, i got a cool pair of castañer sandals on sale.

and last but not least, gala in oregon has joined the hordes of elderly fatties at curves – that is right, i am a curves girl.  never mind the mildly annoying christian message (lose pounds and find jesus,  puh-lease), or the very annoying cheeriness of the “trainers”, this place is a 3 minute walk from where i live, i am by no means the fattest, oldest or least in shape, which feels good (in a pathetic way) and gets me back there. and they have an abba soundtrack.  i will totally forgive them their religious fitness dogma as long as i can do it to sound of dancing queen.

disco once again saves the day.

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