Slow Food

SF is the best city in the country. I have been enjoying this weekend tremendously, apart from sitting in a classroom for 7 hours trying to understand Physiology, I have frequented the Slow Food Nation festival and let me tell you- there's much to be done about well, everything. Will post more on this later- at present I have a very bad headache and would rather be playing with my sleeping dogs (whom I sometimes refer to as Maybelline) salivary glands.

gotta get to nine gotta get to nine

gotta have a job. for the true fans of mm, and no not marshall matters or the specks of candies.

my favorite colorful book

I'm trying to get Frida to spoon with me but she has the hiccups so it's not working out so well, plus I'm drunk so it's probably better I don't lay down completely. Better yet, I'll make a drink. Bailey's on ice or with coffee? It is rather late I'll go with Baileys on ice, isn't it nice Bailey's on ice. My tolerance is rather low, I enjoyed two glasses of wine with my dinner tonight and when I started to feel drunk I thought "great, I can blog!" How pathetic is that? At least I'm not like Frida who is at present, licking herself.

The other night I went out to one of my favorite pizza places in the city, which happens to be a block away from my house. Among the list of fine wines I noticed a can of hamms. How could I not order that? And how could I have forgotten how great my thought process is? It's funny aka sad how life seems to get going and you forget to do the little things that you should be doing like uh, learning how to make scrumptious meals and writing, constantly writing.

Honestly, this GRE deal has made me dizzy. Tonight, I went to a repeat of the first class of a set of classes I finished a month ago. Talk about a waste of time! Just because I have scared myself shitless about this exam. Imagine the MCAT. And to think I want to be a doctor. And a writer. And a scientist. Anyway I am taking the test on the 27th of Sept. I have one month to prepare. Oh ya, and I'm taking Physiology this semester.

So to calm my nerves and make myself smile inside I am often resorting to this gem of a book whose author I am dying to drink tea with. The name of the book is The Principles of Uncertainty and it is written by Maria Kalman. Bless her heart. Bless your hearts. And bless my 32 year old everything!

All about the Mormons?

If you have not seen the South Park episode referenced in the title you must go to the link below. This is about the most accurate portrayal of a Utah family I have ever seen, you can tell the creators are from neighboring Colorado. The download may take a few and it might pause during the episode, but those are minor things to deal with when spreading the word of the gospel. Enjoy!

http://www.allsp.com/l.php?id=e108

if the link doesn't work, go to www.allsp.com and I think it is part of the seventh season.

about a gardenia (to lighten my spirits)

and to get in my nine posts for the month. I posted previously about having one of the only gardenia plants in San Francisco to bloom (according to my gardener neighbor). Well, when I was in Utah three flowers brightened Antonio's life and now one remains.

More Olympic viewing thanks to my HDTV. I am so glad I am not a celebrity. And to think I used to want to be famous. I'd like my fame after I die thanks. And for more randomness, I love it when I tell Frida to go to her bed and she walks so solemnly into the kitchen. Aka I love it when she listens to me. She is so strong that when she leans against my bed she pushes it. But I still want her to sit on me. Perhaps it's time to get meself a lap dog.

I need to write a practice essay for the GRE and I really really really don't want to do it. I found the key for problems like this is to tell your instructor you're going to do it, then you have to. I think I don't like writing publicly when I compare it to my passionate brother in laws comments. Hmm, graduate school good idea? Homelessness better one?

Olympics= too much US exposure

Is it just me or were you happy when that little Nastia got a silver instead of a gold? I'm talking gymnastics here and this chick looks like such a little bitch. I hope she screws up on her other events- or better yet, I hope she is done competing.

I just heard that the government has contracted three colleges( U of Maryland, U of CA Irvine, Carnegie Mellon) to create technology that is able to read peoples thoughts. They say it will be for soldiers who suffer from PTSD. Right, right. We believe you mighty government. How about marketing that shit for weight loss, cheating husbands, and final exams? Soon to come I'm sure.

I am going to see the Antarctica movie for the third time tomorrow night. It's obvious I will get there some day.

I have so much to do. Crap.

Views from an 88 year old

I have been chilling with my grandmother for about two weeks and today I asked her if she thought about death. She told me she never did, which I found sort of surprising because hey, who doesn't think about death (especially at 88). Then she said "I'll be here until I'm dead and that will be about it." Aint that the truth?

It's like soul, man

Okay so does anybody read this? Am I writing for my own entertainment? A place to release all of my revelations, realizations and recommendations? For lack of better content and because of the time I would like to tell all of my phantom readers about a flick I saw tonight. That I loved very much. It is called Encounters At The End Of The World and it is a no frills documentary about Antarctica. No fluffy penguins here- just pure science, and people that I want to be around. Time will only tell I suppose.

hello, Utah!

I'm at my grandmothers house and the doorbell rings. It's Sunday and at the door are two young men dressed in full three piece suits. The temperature is at least 100 degrees and I'm dressed in a risky tank top and mini skirt. I'm sure these pre pubescent boys who are so worthy and knowledgeable of all life has to offer are a bit taken back. (Who is this whore at Fran Hatch's house? I wish my nurse looked like that!)
I invite them in, they have come to bring my grandmother the sacrament. They prepare a single bite size piece of Wonder bread and a simple sip of water, complete with the little plastic cup and trays they use in church. They read the prayer and proceed to serve, kindly asking me if I'd like some. I tell them no, me taking it might crack the tray.
Who are these kids? I ask them their last names, couldn't give a damn about the firsts. One of them I knew as a baby when I was forced to sit through four hours of worship. Surely there must be a better way to have spirituality in my childrens lives.