Unnecessary

There are few things I hate more than the fact that the new version of WORD automatically inserts a big FAT, Hideous, Unnecessary space between lines every time you press enter.

I had to tell someone before I punch my computer in the face.

... You know what
I don't care if it is a feature that you can change. I don't have time for this crap.

p.s. I hate you Vista.

wheels

Soooooo nice out today

Sunset

It's better sideways. The clouds look closer this way.

Freaking out the wildlife

This little thing was surprisingly cooperative. Or petrified with fear. Either way he posed in my hand for a while.

Encouraging co-workers to take creative lisence with my tip bag

The Result:

Fatigue induced Insanity

I am soooo freaking tired right now. Just a minute ago I was trying to read my credit card number to someone over the phone and I couldn't perform either of the following tasks:

• remember how to say the word "seven"
• determine which one of the symbols on my card would correspond to that word

Black Beans in Hyperspace

Kalimba (aka Thumb Piano) Orchestra

Tonight I saw a whole orchestra of Giant Kalimba's (a traditional Zimbabwe instrument. )
These things are HUGE. I've never seen thumb pianos this big or elaborate before. Very fun.

Hindi

yay! languages!

D.A.'s House Warming

One of the highlights.
We named it "sad old man bread face" ... which is more a string of descriptive words than a name... but I think it captures something.

Let the Right One In

Really. I've thought about it and I don't think I could do a better job of reviewing this film then the Eugene Weekly did so I'll just tell you to go check out what they had to say about it. Although I will say DON'T WATCH A PREVIEW! (in my opinion most of the trailers for this film show way too much)
"She's a monster. He's a sissy. It's by far the most convincing love story of the year."
-Jason Blair of the Eugene Weekly

Inadvertent Romance ... with myself

A few weeks ago I ordered a martial arts instructional video, and I've sense been anxiously checking my mail box only to find that it arrived on the morning of Valentines Day, just in time to seem like a well planned romantic gesture. I'll admit that I had ordered it with the intention of it coming in earlier and have been slightly dismayed that it was taking so long... which makes the gesture seem a little less romantic... But in my defense, I did go to the trouble of buying a thoughtful gift for myself, so I think I deserve all the warm fuzzies I'm feeling right now.

Happy Valentines

A Comprehensive Photo Journal on "How to Make Musubi"

Sushi - Hawaiian style.

Step 1:
Unleash the SPAM

Step 2: Invoke the power of SPAM

Step 3: Sautee until golden pink
Step 4: Drain SPAM (preferably on something not meant to come into direct contact with food)

Step 5: Create omlette shell
Step 6: Arrange rice on nori with SPAM on top
Step 7: Cut egg into cute rectangular shapes and micheviously hide the SPAM
Step 8: Slice and Serve
Step 9: Solemnly regret what you have created.
Okay.... that facial expression is more likely one of Hawaii-native-nostalgia, but it looked so much like regret that something had to be said.
Truthfully, as food adventures go I have to say this was a surprisingly good one. :)

Potatoes as a Landscape

Weeeee!!!!! Proof Of My Exsistance On the Internet!

Looking through my friends recently added myspace pictures I found one picture of myself taken (Unbeknownst to me at the time) during a trip to Portland several months ago. Yay!

:)

Pumpernickle (suspicions confirmed)

I finally worked up the stomach to buy/attempt to eat a package of the German Pumpernickel (as previously referenced in the essay "Staring at a Mural from One Inch Away" which viewers may or may not have read.)


In all fairness I've never actually tasted an oily brick of sod so technically I can't say whether or not pumpernickel is worse.

Simultaneous Prepping

P.S. There's stuff in the oven too, as well as the back table. I love this part of my day.
(these two pics led to a non stop photo-shoot of documenting mundane kitchen events, but I'll spare you the details)
...
okay. I'm done.

I love you hot chocolate... and everything you do for me.