Monday, November 24, 2003
I'm off to NY for the rest of the week. Updates when possible. In the meantime, I interviewed fellow Ramapo High School victim Andrea over at Voices from the Balcony, so feel free to check that out.
Friday, November 21, 2003
Also, if you're in the market for anything digital this season, check out buydig.com. The prices are way better than any others I've seen, and are usually at least 30% below retail. Like, the camera I got retails for $799, but I got it for almost $300 less than that. Unless you're a sucker and/or really enjoy the feeling that you've just been ripped off (and/or if you don't realize that you can buy stuff on the internet at substantial savings -- go ahead, it's safe to use your credit card), stay away from Circuit City, Best Buy, and other stores like that.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Thursday, November 13, 2003
But while I'm fascinated with raw food, I'm not sure I could ever give up cooked food completely. For one, everything raw is cold (or colder thatn 116 degrees), and I really like hot soup in the winter. Somehow, gazpacho in a blizzard isn't as appealing. And for another, I like to cook. There's no cooking involved in raw food (they call the preparation "uncooking"). And sometimes, frankly, I just want some bread. All the wheatgrass juice in the world isn't going to change that. (Well, maybe it will. I haven't exactly tried the big W juice yet.)
Still, the more I've been reading about this whole raw food thing, the more I'm intrigued. One thing I have done in the past week or two is increase my consumption of raw carrots -- I went from almost none to about three pounds a week. (And you know, those little shaped "baby" carrots don't taste as good as regular dirty old carrots that you have to peel.) I figure carrots are better than potato chips. I'm also trying to eat as many foods raw as I can, which means big salads instead of cooked vegetables with dinner, and lots of fruit. I am also considering buying some things to help me eat more raw stuff. Like a juicer, for instance, even though that freaky old guy with the big white eyebrows who hawks juicers in the informercials kind of scares me and has put me off juicers. I'm also thinking about a dehydrator, because dehydrating food doesn't cook it, it just takes the water out. And maybe one day I can get to spend a week or two at the big fancy Ann Wigmore Institute in Puerto Rico, where everything is raw! I'm not big on the yoga part, but it's on the beach, so I can deal. Until then, there's an affiliate about 40 miles from here that I am considering visiting. Just for kicks.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Monday, November 10, 2003
Last night was cool: I saw Stomp at the local college auditorium. Some of my friends were making fun of me for going, and were like, oh, you can give me thirty bucks and I'll bang on some trashcans for you, but I was like whatever, I do what I want. I had always wanted to see it, and although it was pretty unconventional as far as dance goes, it was still really good. The trashcans was only the last ten minutes, and frankly, it was my least favorite part; I walked out with a ringing headache because of it. But the rest of it was such a neat exploration of life rhythms. They did this one segment in the dark with a bunch of Zippos, and it was one of those moments where you just sit and watch and wonder why all those times you borrowed Zippos from friends and thought they were cool, you didn't think to flick and close them on beat, cut the lights out, and put it on stage. Anyway, I am glad I ignored my mocking friends and went. I'd even see it again, but I'd probably bring earplugs.
Friday, November 7, 2003
The other thing I don't like about this parade is that it completely ties up all of downtown. That wouldn't be so bad if it were just during the parade, but it ties up downtown for more or less the entire day. This is because most people around here think that downtown is dangerous and therefore live in the suburbs. (Never mind the fact that everyone I know who has had their car broken into has had it happen in the suburbs.) These people hate downtown. Sometimes when I tell people who live in the suburbs that I live downtown, they are genuinely frightened for me, or they have some concern that I'm living far below my means, or something like that.
Anyway, all of these people will make their one yearly trip downtown tomorrow. They don't know which streets are one way and so they drive in whatever direction they want. They park anywhere they want, legally or illegally. They drive slowly, though I'm not sure why. It's either because they're here so infrequently that they want to see everything, or it's because they're a little scared and so they're looking in all directions to make sure no one's going to car jack them. Then there's the parade, which blocks off half of the streets. And then when it's over, all of these people have to figure out how to get back to their safe little suburbs, which means more driving the wrong way down one-way streets.
I don't have any inherent dislike for these people, but it bothers me that all year long, they put down where I live, but when there's a stupid parade at the wrong time of year, they all flock down here and make getting around more difficult for me.
Thursday, November 6, 2003
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
Anyway, it was pretty good and you should catch it where you can.
Tuesday, November 4, 2003
Cool license plate that I saw today: 4KLEMPT.
Sunday, November 2, 2003
Switching topics, I went to a baby shower today. I'm not a big fan of showers in general -- I don't like the stupid shower games (ladies, you know what I'm talking about), and most of the time it's an uncomfortable lunch with a lot of women I don't know -- but there were a lot of cool baby gifts, which got me thinking: Why aren't some baby items adjusted for use by adults? Like those bath towels with the built-in hood, for example. I would really like one of those in my size! It makes sense, since so much heat escapes out of the head and I'm usually freezing when I get out of the shower. And those heat-sensitive spoons that change color if the food is too hot -- I could have spared my tongue from being scorched many times if I had a spoon to tell me that my soup was too damn hot. But they only make these spoons in teeny little baby sizes, and they're not really spoons as much as they are little shovels. I think next time I go to Target (which, I learned today, can be called Targhetto if it's in a bad neighborhood), I will scope out the baby section for more ideas.
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