JUNE 2003

Monday, June 30, 2003
I've been on a real smoothie kick lately. It all started when I realized that I was throwing away a lot of fruit because it was going bad, and I thought, this is stupid. So I started throwing it all in the blender. Bananas turning black and mushy? In the blender. Strawberries red and gooey? In the blender. Peaches starting to rot? In the blender. Too much watermelon? Blender. Kiwis mushy? You get the idea.

And now I can't stop. I need one every day. And sure, there's something inherently strange about drinking an entire meal (though SlimFast has sure made it more acceptable), but it tastes good, and I don't waste as much fruit. Actually, I use more, and I've been going to the farmers market a few times a week to get fruit. Now I'm like Kramer in that episode of "Seinfeld" where he only wants fruit from the fruit place down the street, and then he gets banned and has to go to the regular supermarket to get fruit, and it's never good, and he begs Jerry to buy him fruit at the fruit place because he can't eat it from anywhere else. Yeah -- the fruit at the supermarket sucks. Except for those UFO peaches, which you can't get at the farmers market and which I will never blend up. Have you had the UFO peaches? Oh boy.

If you're now inspired to make a smoothie, here's a good recipe. You don't even need milk. In fact, I don't like milk, so I never put milk in the blender. And you can't put rotten or sour milk in the blender, because that's gross. Anyway:

Amy's "They won't know it's almost rotten if it's blended up" Super Tastee Fruitee Smoothie

1 very ripe banana (mostly black peel)
7 or 8 very red strawberries, green parts cut off
1 or 2 peaches about to go bad, or half a can of peaches
A few squirts of honey or a spoonfuls of sugar
5 or 6 ice cubes
A little drop of vanilla extract

Toss all ingredients in the blender. Pulse on whatever setting will break up the ice, then whir for about 30 seconds on frappe (or something close to that). Makes about 25 ounces, enough for one big breakfast or two snacks.

Thursday, June 26, 2003
I hate to admit it, but I am seriously considering the purchase of a G5 when they start shipping in August. With a 23 inch HD cinema display, because if I'm going to get a computer that rocks as insanely hard as a G5 undoubtedly will, I want to see all of its graphic capabilities on a big big flat screen. Yeah, it'll set me back about four grand, but I'll be able to edit like a maniac. Besides, isn't that what having good credit is for? Isn't it?

Tuesday, June 24, 2003
The previews for The Guru looked pretty funny, but the movie wasn't that great. I had high hopes for it, but in the end in turned out to be just another dumb, unfunny romantic comedy (or "comedy"). I appreciate that the writers/director tried to play off of the stereotypes of Indian movies and incorporate some over-the-top song and dance numbers into the script, but it didn't work for me. And I think the reason why it didn't work is that I think American audiences think Indian movies are weird. This is why lots of movies get made in India but hardly any of them get seen in America. Therefore, if you try to take elements of Indian movies and plug them into an American movie, yes, we can see what you're trying to do, but it's still weird. You can't make it not weird, because in America, people in turbans singing and dancing around with a bunch of rich white people is weird. And not funny-weird. It's just weird weird. And the movie was predictable, too. I almost turned it off because I could see the ending coming from like the first scene, and I probably should have. Lame, lame, and lame.

In other news, it's lychee time! And it's really today only. For the past two or three years, the local giantsupermegastore that sells everything and groceries has had fresh lychees in its bizairre and expensive fruit case in the produce section on June 24 and June 24 only. So I stopped by today and sure enough, there they were -- thin plastic boxes of about a dozen lychees each for three bucks each. Three bucks! I bought two boxes and tried not to think about how I was getting totally gouged. Fuck's sake, if they can grow kiwis (a fruit that was considered bizairre and expensive twenty years ago) year round and sell them four for a buck, why are lychees so goddamn pricey? You'd think they cured cancer or something.

Foot update: It's clearing up, but it's still gross. Stupid infection.

Sunday, June 22, 2003
Sweet! I just saw a commercial for Verizon text messaging featuring Brak and Zorak. I'm kind of proud that my dad works for a company that is so hip in its advertising...this time, anyway.

It's been hot and sunny all weekend! With the cold and nasty winter we suffered through, I'd say we earned it. Of course, this doesn't explain all the rain in New York. (Yes, I am as disappointed as you are that I've started using this space to talk about the weather.)

Thursday, June 19, 2003
As I mentioned a week or so ago, I finally upgraded from home dial-up to a cable modem. But then I realized that the college students next door also have a cable modem, and they have it hooked up to a wireless router, and their network isn't password protected. So half the time I don't even use my own cable modem because I just hop on theirs. Unfortunately, the signal isn't great, so I guess I still have to pay for my own.

Oh man, I have to go because V is on, and it's the episode where what's-her-name is about to have the evil twin babies where one is all normal but evil and one is all green and icky but nice! I fucking love cable! All this bad sci-fi!

Tuesday, June 17, 2003
I bought this shirt today. It's got lots of thin horizontal stripes of varying thickness, mostly in blue and purple. The collar is white and it has little zipper. It's somewhat retro-looking, but not shockingly so. It also looked familiar to me as I tried it on, and as I was paying for it, I wondered if I had a shirt just like it at home, even though I didn't think I did. So I got it home and forgot about it for a few hours. Then I opened my iBook a few minutes ago to write something for this space. The desktop photo is a picture of me and my mom from the mid-'70s, and I realized that the shirt I bought today is almost the same exact shirt that my mom is wearing in the photo. Weird!

Monday, June 16, 2003
So this is a little embarrassing, but I've developed a small but nonetheless icky infection of sorts on my left foot. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but my friend thinks it's just good old athletes foot. I'm not sure how that can be, seeing as how I only wear sneakers to go to the gym, and I wear sandals without socks the rest of the time, and you're not supposed to get infections like that unless you wear sweaty socks all day and give the fungi a warm and slimy place to grow. But there it is, right there on my foot, and it's red and kind of itchy, and it looks a little gross. It's not too noticible -- I think I'd need to point it out to you or you'd need an unusually high degree of perception to see it -- but I know it's there. And it's nasty. Small, but nasty.

After trying to treat it with stuff I had around the house (eucalyptus foot lotion, rubbing alcohol, cortisone cream, Windex), I finally broke down and bought some foot spray. I swear, it was more embarrassing than buying condoms. At least with condoms, there's some pride that you're getting some. There is no pride in buying foot spray. None. In fact, one of the clerks in the drug store asked me if he could help me find something, and I could not have said "No!" more quickly.

Now I've got a whole can of foot spray, and I'm putting it on three times a day (the can says twice, but I really want this thing dead and gone). And maybe it's too early to tell, but I'd say it's making it redder and itchier. Now I am hoping that it is athletes foot and not something more nasty, and that it will just go away and stay the hell off of my foot. Bleh.

Sunday, June 15, 2003
I'm semi-preparing for my class tomorrow and I have The Spanish Prisoner on (it's on the Sundance Channel), and I just realized that Jonathan Katz of Dr. Katz, Professional Therapist fame is in it. Just another reason to like the movie despite the horrible horrible acting by Rebecca Pidgeon (god is it awful).

Saturday, June 14, 2003
So unpacking has been going slowly. Very slowly. Between finishing up some projects, preparing for the class I'm teaching, and working on a last minute freelance gig (after the third time they said they were desperate, I agreed to just work with them), I haven't had time for anything. I did do some organizing of my books, but that itself is a huge job. At least I can do it while I'm watching cable (woohoo!).

And it's nice out, and I'm supposed to go to the baseball game tonight (local farm league -- big fun!), and my neighbor just pointed out the beginnings of a wasps nest in the eaves over my porch.

Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Whoa. I'm back. Actually, I've been back for a few days, but I don't have my cable modem hooked up in my new place yet, so regular posting has been difficult. But it's getting installed tomorrow (along with 78 channels of digicable -- woohoo!), so hopefully updates to this space will be less sporadic.

So the trip was good. West Virginia is pretty, and my project is progressing nicely. Everyone was so nice. I don't know why I'm surprised at how nice Southerners are. I don't even know if they're Southerners. But man were they nice!

And I'm still not unpacked. I have the kitchen and bathroom and bedroom together (sort of), but I still have boxes of books all over the place. I finally got bookcases, and my wrists are sore from hex-wrenching them together. Tomorrow night is my target date for getting my apartment in some kind of order. And since I'll have my cable modem hooked up tomorrow (along with 78 channels of digicable -- woohoo woohoo woohoo!), I can fill you in. As if you'd really want to know.

Oh, and I had a good idea for a cable show. They can maybe put it on HGTV. Anyway, it's kind of like Iron Chef, but for sewing. Like, the host would say something like, "Today's garment is pants!" and then the master sewer and the challenger would have 60 minutes to make as many cool pairs of pants as they can. To judge, they'd have celebrities (probably b-list, but celebrities nonetheless) try on the garments and see if they look cool in them, if they'd wear them to the Daytime Emmys, or something like that. I think it's a good idea.

Tuesday, June 3, 2003
Yes, I am still here! It's been a hectic past few days. Let me fill you in.

I moved on Sunday -- finally! Out of the bat house and across the street to a kickass new apartment. It's a little dusty, since they recently refinished the floors, but I can make my peace with that. Of course, making my peace with that entails a whole lot of cleaning products. I spent all day Saturday and a few hours on Sunday morning cleaning the house from top to bottom while my new landlord did last minute fix-ups. He remarked that I was a very good house cleaner. I thought about telling him that it's because I'm probably obsessive-compulsive about having a clean house, but instead I just said thanks. I washed all the blinds and the walls and the doors. I disinfected the crap out of the bathroom, even though most of the fixtures are new and dusted everything (oh Swiffer cloths, how did we ever get along without you?). I vacuumed the floors like ten times and even went around the edges with the vacuum attachments. You bet I'm a good house cleaner. I dare -- no, defy -- any speck of dust to land on my counters or tables. Go ahead. I will suck you up so fast with my Dirt Devil upright it'll make your puny subatomic particle structure spin. Go ahead. Try me.

So after the cleaning, I moved, and of course, I needed all kinds of help. My neighbors were really nice in helping me with the big stuff, and I finally got done at around 10 at night. Moving sucks, and if you plan on moving in the near future, I have a bit of advice for you: hire movers. My whole body still hurts. Now I've been unpacking and putting together all kinds of IKEA furniture (oh allen wrench, how did we ever get along without you?) and figuring out what goes where. Ick.

And tomorrow I'm leaving for West Virginia! Yeah, you read that right: West Virginia. Why? For my little summer project. If you're interested, this should explain things.

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