Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Monday, March 29, 2010

Yummy Food

I hadn't been in the Mediterranean Deli on Franklin Street in something like twelve years. It's bigger and yummier than I remember.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

For Sale

This snappy property is owned by Rush Limbaugh and is for sale. What a steal. Assuming 10% down at closing, the mortgage payment would be $67,397.95 per month.

There's just a whole different world out there.


A man I lived with for three years runs an annual NCAA basketball tournament pool. As I do most years, I entered. I'm doing very, very poorly. I'm not so good at this.


I forgot to share that yesterday was free pastry day at Starbucks. I apologize.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


Today I learned a new word: Fauxhemian. Cute.

I don't know if I've shared, in this "public" forum, a word I created: Fakestrovert (pronounced fake-struh-vuhrt). This is someone who's an introvert but through skill, persistence, and very hard work is able to be a temporary extrovert. The fakestrovert can be "on" for, say, an evening of entertaining, but when the crowd leaves collapses onto the couch exhausted and drained.

I shared this idea with some people, several of whom said, "Oh, that's me!" And so here's a very strict rule: this term may only be applied through self-identification. Only you know you. If you think you know someone else, you're probably wrong. And annoying.


I'm cleaning out some stuff, so lucky you. Special deal. List of giveaways; claim them in the comments section.

Michael Kohlhaas


Sweetness and Power

Utne Reader, March/April 2010 issue

Monday, March 22, 2010

Eagle Cam

I've been stalking this eagle cam for a week while the egg incubated, after my sister tipped me off when her son's class started following it. As of yesterday or today, there's a baby eagle, somewhere under that mom who won't move out of the way. Today I had the cam window open while I worked in another browser window. I heard little cheeps and flipped over, but I was too late: mom was hovering in the way again.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

King's Daughters Inn

The King's Daughters Inn over on Buchanan has some innovative resource-saving features. My favorite is the part where they use laundry-machine water for flushing toilets. Major nifty.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Thursday for Lunch

At Jimmy John's on 9th Street: $1 sub day Thursday (March 18) from 11 am to 3 pm. This may apply to other Jimmy John's stores too; not sure.

You're welcome.

(I've noticed that many people these days write "you're welcome" like that on its own line. I'm trying to keep up with the times here, though this may not fit, because usually people write "you're welcome" in a sort of cynical way after inflicting something awful or silly on others. I hope to continue researching this matter in the future.)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mirror Mirror

Will Bob triumph? Will Bob reach a place of harmony and peace with the bathroom wall mirror? Will Bob do his part with great care and gentleness so the motherloving mirror won't break again? Yes! Yes, he will. And then the family will go out to dinner one Saturday night and return to find that the beautiful, beautiful mirror with its beautiful, beautiful frame has cracked by itself, all the way from the top to the bottom on the right side.

This is fun. Not sure what's next, but I promise I'll let you know. This is becoming the mirror blog.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


In the Regulator Bookshop hangs a framed copy of that John Locke quote, "Books seem to me to be pestilent things, and infect all that trade in them with something very perverse and brutal." I watched a teenager read it and then ask her mother who John Locke was. "Oh, he's that character from 'Lost'," replied the mother. I confess that I didn't intervene. I am ashamed.


Yesterday was my mom's birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Marching Up and Down the Square

I have no doubt that the participants in this little ritual take it very seriously, but I can't. See what you think. The commentator's remarks about facial hair and silly walks don't help. Apparently this happens every evening.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


The dry-cleaning place lost one of Kimberly's shirts. They're looking for it.

A couple of friends are selling their houses, here and here.

Another friend has a photography site, here.

I recently finished reading this (very good), this (good), and this (great). Tonight I'm tucking into this.

I've replaced the bathroom mirror. The frame is up, and I've patched the screw holes with wood putty.

Last night's orange sherbet at Francesca's had zest in it. I like zest.

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Mirror

Okay, so there we are, all something like 18 of us, a couple weeks ago on the soccer field on a Wednesday night under bright floodlights clobbering the living hell out of each other as we chase the soccer ball around having a grand time, and then when it's all over and we're sweaty and disgusting, we descend on the pub to drink beer and have a bite to eat. And come to find out Nick is really good at carpentry so I says to him I says well I've got this precision cutting I need to get done for this mirror frame I'm putting in and maybe you could help me and then some day I'll help you with something ('cause he does a lot of work on his own house too), so he says yeah that'd be great.

So I take the wood over there a few days later and we do the work and he shows me all these other projects he has going on and he also has this really sweet little dog named Molly and he addresses her as Molly Wolly and eventually we end up in his kitchen and he makes us tea and in his British way is shocked when I don't put milk and sugar into mine.

So anyway a few days later I'm at home arranging the wood frame and as I'm putting it up, one of the screws gets too close to the 32" x 32" mirror on the wall and the fucking thing cracks ever so slightly with that subtle but horrifying "pew" sound. Problem is I'd stuck it to that wall but good with serious heavy-duty mirror adhesive and so I spent a good bit of today in hazmat gear hacking and cracking and pulling off bits of mirror and creating such fine glass dust that it floated up instead of down and then I spent just as much time carefully cleaning up to make sure the kids don't end up with little bits of glass fibers in their littlekid skin.

This week I'll put up another mirror that I had cut at J&H Glass over on Holloway Street only this time I'll use flat metal clasps and then gouge out little spaces on the inside of the wooden frame so it'll be mostly flush with the glass and the wall so that when the mirror breaks again I can get it off easily.

Don't ever stick a mirror directly onto a wall. It's not worth it.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Free Will Astrology

This week's Taurus horoscope from Rob Brezny:

Two-thirds of people surveyed said they would rather look good than feel good. I hope you're not one of them. The ironic fact of the matter is that if you put the emphasis on looking good in the coming week -- creating favorable impressions, acting dishonest in order to curry favor, wearing uncomfortable but attractive clothes -- you will end up feeling sub-par and looking mediocre. On the other hand, if you put the priority on feeling good -- treating your body like a beloved pet, seeking out encounters that nurture your secret self, and hanging out in environments that encourage you to relax -- you will look good and feel good.

"Beloved pet." Nice.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


Aha. I'd always wondered about the pink gunk on the faucets and shower head.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Pet Meds

After the price of Selegiline jumped from $32 for 60 5mg tabs to around $75, I was happy just to find a pharmacy that could actually order it (this is for Ella-the-dog; the vet's office and all online pet pharmacies I'd checked had run out), but over the weekend the pharmacist discovered that even the $75 bottle of tabs can't be found anywhere. The only Selegiline available is in little powder-filled caplets and costs $113. Ella will swallow her first $1.88 pill tomorrow morning. I have 60 days to find a cheaper bottle.