thankity thank

Because I am still a little sad, even after a great chat over dinner, I am going to write my Thanksgiving thankfulness list of thankfully giving thanks right now. First of all, I must note that yes, I understand that Thanksgiving is a perverse sort of holiday, so you non-Americans can fold your little fingers in your little laps and refrain from lecturing me now. What you might not understand is that I like to eat. A lot. And so massive extermination of multiple cultures aside, this is an awesome holiday, one dedicated to overeating really unhealthy things. Without further ado, my Thanksgiving thankfulness list of thankfully giving thanks: Nutella. O, like you didn’t know this was going to be first! Books. I like them better than people, most...

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So I’m the turkey.

The prez gave all university employees the okay to leave at 14:00, but I have to stay until closing. It’s an easy workday, though. It’s just me and a student at the helm, and a mere handful of patrons scattered throughout the building, mostly email-checkers, but there are some panicked students who are attempting to hand in assignments before the break. Their little faces are pale and their hands open and close as if grasping at invisible source material. The café is already closed, so no latte for me. Good thing I had instant coffee this morning! Except for not. The ferry was packed with commuters skipping out early. I’m so used to commuting alone that the overwhelming aggression and disdain for fellow human beings actually caught...

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Heated Zen

Heated Zen

Zen loves it when the heater is on. Yes, she does.

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pen intended

38 days until the New Year … what do you want to do with your life? [link ganked from Hammer and Nail] I am drinking some of Inkbot‘s instant coffee right now, Trader Joe’s brand. I would say “it’s my first time drinking instant coffee” but I’m sure Lara will remember an instance in college during which I not only drank instant coffee but had some part of my head pierced simultaneously. So I won’t; I’ll just assume I’ve done this before, although I don’t remember it. Which reminds me of an Elvis Costello lyric: “And don’t try to read my mind because it’s full of disappearing ink.” Yes, Mr. Costello. Yes. So my impressions of instant coffee are mixed, no pun intended. I...

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