Last night, S + I + my friend Jenny went out. (Ladd was also there with a group of friends.) On a weeknight? Crazy, I know. We headed out to Bimbo’s to catch the Brazilian Girls. The name of the band is a bit misleading as there is only one girl and no one in the band is Brazilian. Go figure.
Here’s a lil’ list of my favorites.
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I’d been debating in my mind whether I should comment on the Schindler-Schiavo chaos. Unfortunately, the time has passed to provide commentary on this issue. Lesson learned from all this: get the living will out now. I told S that in no way would I want to be kept alive artificially, especially for 10 years! And as we all know, in this case, paper is much stronger than words.
My mom is always telling me to stop slouching. It’s gotten so bad, even S has told me to stop slouching.
So, to correct my evil ways and prevent myself from becoming the next hunchback of Notre Dame, I purchased a Sissel Sitfit Plus! It’s a square-ish cushion that you place on your chair (mine, being at work) that forces you to sit up straight. After the first day I could feel that my back muscles had been working. It really is difficult to not sit up straight in one of these things. My sitfit even came with an exercise guide, so when I’m feeling bored at work, I can get a great abdominal workout without getting up and out of my chair. I sound like an infomercial, don’t I?
Saturday, my nagging finally paid off: S + I spent an expensive morning (expensive because of the parking ticket we left with) at the Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market. It’s so exciting to see all the fresh and exotic produce for sale. We bought a most delicious Tahitian Pomelo, it tasted like a cross between a lemon and a grapefruit. (Our friends have a pomelo tree in their backyard, not of the Tahitian kind, rather the Palo Alto kind.) ;o)
We also purchased trompettes de mort, known stateside as black trumpets. Somehow, S thought that “death trumpets†would not market / sell.
Tomatoes are here! Summer must be close – it was the tomato farmers first weekend at the market.
At the butcher, we purchased a rabbit, which S prepared last night just like Maman Rebaud. A bit salty, but very, very tasty.
Deciding that we’d spent more than enough money, we headed back to the car. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you look at it) we came upon a French yogurt table. Pure, traditional French yogurt: sweet, creamy (we’re talking full-fat here) and simple. Though the market didn’t have the lively camaraderie of the French markets (no calling out to people to come shop at their stand, etc.), we were sold and are looking forward to our next shopping trip.
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The SF Chronicle ran a special in the Business and Technology section earlier this year.
The article I read put a spotlight on those “baring their souls†in their blogs. It pointed me to many different blogs: a husband that had lost his wife to breast cancer and how he’s coping and moving on; a first-time father (a great blog, btw); a woman that’s trying to get pregnant; and a guy with Lou Gherig’s disease. In all, it’s inspiring others that are going though similar events, knowing that they’re not alone.
My uncle asked me this question a while back: Why blog? Why would someone want to post personal stuff on the internet? Granted, I don’t post extremely *personal* stuff on kellybean…our friend Nick has summed it up on his blog’s welcome page: it’s a great way to let friends and family know what’s going on in our day-to-day lives. I’ve kept journals, diaries for the longest time and kellybean is just another outlet for the going-ons in my mind.
Shortly after I started kellybean, I e-mailed my friend GCW, apologizing for not getting in touch sooner and catching her up on what’s been going on. GCW responded something along the lines of that it was fine because, now with kellybean, she felt closer to me – knowing what S & I have been up to.
For those who are curious: kellybean was my friend Sarah’s – my roomie sophomore year at UCSD – nickname for me. Though, I do also like jellybeans (jellybellys only!).
So, here’s to 1 year of kellybean and thanks to all my readers (all 5 of you!) for reading…
Here’s a teeny tiny playlist of my fave tunes of the moment:
Club Foot by Kasabian – first heard on One Tree Hill and then again on Alias last night.
Worn Me Down by Rachael Yamagata – again, heard on either One Tree Hill or The OC.
Pin a Rose on Me by Chuck Prophet – from One Tree Hill…nah, just kidding. Is getting a lot of play on KFOG.
Home by Marc Broussard – again, playing a lot on KFOG. Hard to believe that the guy has the voice he’s got.
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Here’s a playlist of some Irish artists (Damien Rice, Snowpatrol, U2, to name a few), presented to you in alphabetical order by song title. ;o)
Wear green or be pinched!
Borrowed from an editorial published in The NY Times 6 July 1999…
“…Consider instead the singular wisdom learned from animated sages like Bugs Bunny. The irrepressible, Oscar-winning rabbit and his cartoon cohorts have taught millions of American children precisely the sort of powerful, subversive truths from which adults try to shield them: that smart-alecks have more fun; that mocking authority is often the right thing to do; that tortoises beat hares (especially when tortoises cheat); that the world is often a cruel and desperate place that would just as soon drop an anvil on your head as give you a hand up, and, most important of all, that a sense of humor and resilience is the only way to make it through the years to come.
For some, such insights may indeed have little value. But for many of us, such lessons were priceless — and an absolutely indispensable part of growing up.”
Summer has arrived early, for now at least, in San Francisco. It’s a beautifully clear day, highs are expected be in the 80s. The 80s! It’s only March.
It is completely and totally criminal that I am work today. Oh how I wish I were at UCSD right now, ditching class is so much easier than ditching work.
It’s a French tradition…somewhere, that the room of the newly married couple be completely trashed.
Hence, our room the night of the (third and final) wedding:
What the picture fails to show is: silly string everywhere, porn photos everywhere, unscrewed lightbulbs and most importantly, the frickin’ jellybeans under the bed covers!
We have our dear family and friends to thank for this (as well as the bridal attendant, who shall remain nameless, that provided the key to the room):
From L-R: T-money, Zeflash, Rose Rouge, John, Audrey, & N.
It’s only fair though. I hear that Enlightened completely trashed T&N’s room.
See what happens when you’re supposed to be writing a midterm paper and instead choose to browse the photos on the computer? I’ve got one page down, two to four more to go…