Monthly Archives: January 2009

Salty, sweet

Magic Molly writes about food in metaphors that I can only dream of and fitfully attempt to imitate.

Oddly, our culinary adventures seem to coincide. For example, I drank my first salted caramel hot chocolate from Starbucks over the week between Christmas and New Year’s. (As an aside, I never go to Starbucks. This was maybe my third or fourth time, but She Eats had been raving about the drink and my curiosity got the best of me. The salty/sweet combo was good (it always is) but the beverage as a whole was way too sweet.)

I read her description of the miracle berry just a week before going to a flavor tripping party.

The salty/sweet/Panda discussion comes a few days after I finished a small bottle of salmiakki koskenkorva delivered early last year by a friend who lived in Finland while we lived in Korea. The friend described it as “salty licorice” flavored, which was right. I don’t like black licorice, and the salmari took some getting used to, but now that the bottle is gone I find myself craving the flavor of it.

Long-playing

It’s Saturday night and we are listening to, sorting, and cleaning the dozens of records we bought during our recent trip to Oklahoma. (Nothing over $1!)

Here are four videos you should watch:

The Troggs, via Sarah Brown (more…)

Mile 24

I am getting up inconceivably early tomorrow morning to go hand out beer at Mile 24 of the Houston Marathon. It’s a thing, a thing sponsored by my running club, and before you scoff at the fact that we’re passing out beer (and water) to elite athletes, think about this — how would YOU feel after running 24 miles in the oppressive heat of a Houston January (70 degrees is the high for tomorrow). I have never in my life thought, “Hmm, I’d like run more distance in a single day than the average American walks in a month,” but I know that if I were that crazy*, I would be craving some fermented carbs by the last few miles.

Speaking of crazy, check out this South Beach, Fla., Cro-Magnon who has a 34-year daily running streak. Try not to stare too hard at his package as you read the story.

*Seriously, I’ll stick to running 3 miles 3x a week. But good luck to all my Hash House buddies who are doing the full and the half!

Überlist 2009

The truth is that I haven’t written in a while because it’s taken some time for me to process the events of the holiday season.

Our trip to Oklahoma was as depressing as ever. Especially in winter. CLH had just come home two days before we left again, and on this particular trip I discovered that the only thing I really enjoy about Oklahoma are the sunsets and the banks. Every single sunset, even on a freezing overcast day, is the most beautiful sunset you’ll ever see. I’m convinced it has to do with all the wind and the red dust in the air. And all the cool mid-century modern buildings in Oklahoma? Well, almost all the ones still standing are churches, something I’d never noticed before. (more…)

I live on a blue island

I know the election was, like, two months ago but I just want to bring this to your attention: Texas vs. California.

Just for kicks, here’s Texas’ Hat.

I get to break out my old fist bump badge again today. Later this morning I’ll be live-blogging the Inauguration, hopefully from the Harris County Democratic Party’s soiree, for Houstonist.

Update: Here’s the post.

Oklahoma’s Best BBQ

Props to wherever I saw this first (I forgot who posted it) but I flipped when I realized it was from Oklahoma. Please, fellow Okies, report back to me if you have eaten here!

On chivalry and compliments

Several months ago I met someone at a show who asked me out to coffee. CLH was out of town otherwise he would have been at the show with me and this would have never happened. Of course, I demurred politely, pointed to the ring on my finger. I was flattered but no thanks. The next day I found out the guy was married. I was horrified. Mostly because I thought the he was really very nice, even if I wasn’t interested.

What has happened to chivalry? I’ve read Dangerous Liasons (and seen almost every version of it on film): I know men (and women) have always played with each other’s hearts without regard for the consequences. I just wish more men were like my grandfather, who even when I was a child would open car doors for me.

Around the corner from my house is a small shoe shop run by a 40-something Hispanic man with the slightest hint of an accent. He is tall, has a minor belly and is better than average looking. I had CLH’s ripped leather motorcycle jacket repaired there following his wreck, and while I wait for my shoes to be re-capped I will fiddle with the hundreds of small samples of leather in all textures and colors that clutter the counter of the shop. Sometimes, while I wait, I think about having a pair of boots custom-made.

I like to think I am supporting a local business, a neighborhood business, and that is why I go there. But I also go there because of the man. He always calls me “M’lady.”

This is what happens…

When you decide not to make resolutions. C just mind-tricked me into registering for the Rodeo Run 10K, my first race ever. I have no doubt I can run 6.2 miles, I just want to finish in the front half of the pack, not the back.

Wooden Vespa

My birthday is in May…

wooden-vespa

I start a new job tomorrow. If possible, I would also like someone to make me a personalized lunch box every day.

Cold front’s movin’ in

These chilly still life miniatures are perfect for a cold January day.

Cold embrace

At 5:45 p.m. today when I started my run it was a pleasant 70 degrees, and windy. At 6:45 p.m. when I got back to my car it was about 55 degrees. Pass the Kleenex

Alone time

Office work is so depressing. I don’t want to be a cube dweller my whole life (and it’s only my second day). The bathroom is the most depressing place of all. It’s too small, and thus too personal, and it smells like raw sewage because the building is old. I don’t want to know my coworkers that intimately.

I should have never left the museum. I *loved* that job.