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| I have been numbing my brain with tv, everyday, for 3-4 hours after work, during which I'm constantly watching tv-ish anyway. It's a sad thing.
I'm kind of not allowed to blog anymore, at least not about anything I would potentially report on. Which means virtually everything. So there will be a post about tv coming soon (because it's ok for the industry to be self-involved..), I promise, and then it will be goodbye for a while.
This kind of just used to be a way to keep in touch with people anyway--friends, what's going on with you these days??
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| My little sister is learning about cell division in 7th grade science. holy crap.
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| an early summer night's dream..
I dreamed last night that I was back in school. (why??)
It was the first day of a new semester, and I was shopping for classes, bright & early in the morning. I sat down at a desk in a dreary windowless room for some class that I kept convincing myself would be useful. I think I was in b-school.  Then, the instructor walks in...and it's prof. Weber, who taught the dreadful Thinking & Decision-Making class I took last fall to fulfill my science requirement! sounds easy, right? that's what i thought at the time--I mean, I can think, I can make decisions. not only did it turn out to be totally useless, I got the worst grade in my life in that class. I think I fell asleep in the middle of her lecture this time around.
Damn, am I glad I won't have go through that anymore...
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| Strange happenings
Two really strange, unexpected things happened to me in the past few days. Not lifechanging things, just the kind of things that make you think, "Damn, shit like this doesn't usually happen to me." But it does....
1) I had my 3rd close encounter with a Bravo reality show contestant. Yep. I swear, I'm not seeking these guys out...this was totally unglamorous: I was at the Waldbaum's near my mom's place, and just as my mom's yelling through the phone to get flax seed NOT regular whole wheat bread, who do I walk right by but...Ilan Hall, Top Chef Season 2 champ!
I was actually intially just shocked at the sight of hipsters in Great Neck, that was what made me look over my shoulder. But then it was like, POW! right in the kisser. Dude actually seems kinda skeevy in person, I overheard him talking about some party with his friends and looking so excessively Williamsburg it was kinda creepy. (I mean, just imagine, this place is like a cross between JAPsville and a retirement village, so the sight of skinny man pants is enough to make anyone do a double take.) I knew he was from Great Neck and cooked at Casa Mono, but seeing as how my experiences in both places have been less than thrilling, I was kinda rooting for Sam til he got elminated. Anyhow, Ilan also insulted season 1 winner aka. love of my life, Harold Dieterle, on tv. So Ilan gets Wonderbread in my book.
2) At dinner at Izakaya Ten on Wednesday night, I ordered some Kikusui sake but the very deaf and stunned-looking waitress brought me a Kirin. I was gonna just take the beer, but at our new chef-in-training buddy Danni's urging, I put my foot down and demanded what I actually ordered. And lucky decision that it was, it drew the attention of the men sitting at the next table, who swarmed up around us suddenly, dropped a card in my face, explained that they were from the manufacturer of the brand of sake I was drinking, then proceeded to bombard me with questions:
"You drink sake often?" (Uh...sometimes?)
"Why did you choose our brand?" (I guess the description sounded good. [it was one of the cheapest.])
"Can we take picture of you drinking Kikusui?" (er...*flashbulbs go off* sure..)
So apparently Kikusui is a top producer. (I have no way of verifying that other than to corroborate with Anisa, my go-to gastronomic goddess, who has in fact heard of them before.) So you can imagine my bewilderment when they first started waxing poetic about their product. But then they said that they import three kinds of sake in the U.S., one of which is...drum roll...a new canned sake!! So when they thanked us for choosing their brand and offered to buy the table a round, how could I resist? It was damn good too (both the one I ordered and the canned)--and not just because it was free. This is what it looked like:
So yeah. That was my post-midterm-pre-spring-break celebration. Gonna go turn my clocks one hour ahead, put my little head down to rest, and start dreaming of all the buttery brioches and velvety duck confit that I will be making sweet love to in a mere 5 days...
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| Barack Obama
...rhymes with "Innocuous Llama," among other things. But that is not why I am still wrestling with very conflicted feelings about this man.
On paper, he's like my dream candidate--a little third culture, raised partly abroad, progressive & experienced in grassroots organizing. I think that kind of first-hand understanding should more than make up for the lack of experience that some critics think is his most detrimental fault.
Ok, so great qualifications, and if it came down to it, I think I'd choose him over an extremely privileged, well-groomed white woman any day.
But DAMN, why can't he show any emotion? It's like he's too intent on coming off as articulate and clean (read: non-threatening) and reasonable. What's he passionate about? What gets him riled up? If not crazy conservatives pointing out that he shares a middle name with the dictator and a last name similar to the terrorist's, or crazy neo-nativists(?) proclaiming that he's not black but an adopted African-African-American brother, then what?
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And apparently this is not a joke...!
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