Amazon Fresh now has a beer and wine aisle! Excuse me while I return to the 22 pages of alcohol-flavored delight…
I recall this explanation of politics from my childhood:
Poly (Many) Ticks (Blood sucking parasites).
Some think that this is the most exciting primary in decades. I for one am just getting impatient with the democratic process. It is mind boggling to me the amount of money -more than $800 million to date- that these campaigns go through. I can’t help but think about what that kind of money could do for our nations hungry or the hundreds of thousands in Myanmar waiting on basic aid.
Sometimes the only way to keep my brain from exploding is to find something to laugh about. And today that was the “leaked” Secret McCain Campaign Slogan Memo.
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“Get off my lawn!” is surprisingly absent from the list.
Some days I really love my job. This statement rarely occurs on a Monday however. I have mentioned before that my company is a small one and the owners are avid sports and music fans. Quite often throughout the year I get perk tickets to concerts, occasionally a football game and today- a Mariner’s baseball game.
They are killer seats, in the terrace club, and the food up there is like no other ballpark fare I’ve ever seen. I can taste that gourmet cotton candy already. It’s a good thing too, I had my last box of TJ’s mac & cheese for lunch.
I got worried at first because I couldn’t find a date. I was just about to email Jen & Sara to see if they were interested when I got a text message from my friend Texass. The M’s just happen to be playing the Texas Rangers tonight so she was ready to go. Hopefully we can refrain from getting into too much trouble while the wives are away. *whistles innocently*
Before last night, I’d never had Vietnamese cuisine other than pho noodles. I met up with a couple of friends (whose initials become the Acronym T.W.A.T.) and headed into “Little Saigon”. It had been a while since I’d last dined in the international district but the Tamarind Tree was by far the best foodie experience I’ve had there.
It’s a hidden jewel in a parking lot surrounded with various markets and stores. I wondered how many people drove by each day, not knowing the treasure that was snuggled in the back corner of the lot. It was a nice spring afternoon, sunny with just a slight breeze and we were early (and lucky) enough to snag a table outside. The smell of spices and herbs danced around me and made my stomach shout loudly in protest… I was hungrier than I had anticipated. The TWAT Team started out with Café sửa (Vietnamese coffee) and I had a Trà Thái Tea. It was heaven to the senses after the past weeks consisting on mostly frozen meals.
The appetizers were mouthwatering concoctions of freshness. First we had chicken skewers with a mango salsa. It was obvious how good it was because only a few sprigs of herbs were left after we were done. Next up, we had prawn spring rolls with a tasty peanut sauce before our main dishes made it to the table. The menu is so extensive that I don’t recall exactly what TWAT ordered. TW had a variety plate with several different things and AT had a DIY dish with steamed rice paper and a large helping of fresh herbs and I had a garlic shrimp dish. We manage to fit a sampling of 4-mini scoops of their homemade ice cream in afterwards. The really amazing part is that our tab only came to $65 (trust me, it was a lot of food)- for three drinks, two apps, three meals and a dessert! I guess it goes without saying that I will certainly be heading back to the Tamarind Tree.
As we were leaving, I confessed that I felt a little guilty having such a fine meal when I knew my love was living on room service. At least I have another nice place to take her once she’s back home. In just a few more days I’ll have my arms around her again and the sun shines brighter with that thought.
I have been watching the storyline very closely after first reading the rumors and speculation. Now, I’m just a little giddy.
…is never a good way to start a phone conversation. Why? Because I always begin to panic. Especially if this phrase is followed by “I’ve just come from the hospital” and the voice on the other end of the phone is my wife from 8,000 miles away. Frightening images began to pour through my mind of my love in an Indian hospital but I tried very hard to restrain the panic in my voice.
She explained the series of events (which I’m sure she will write about) and concluded with the diagnosis of an allergic reaction and script for antihistamine. Thankfully the doctor spoke English and she was able to relay what was going on. She was ordered not to go to work tomorrow so hopefully I will be able to talk to her again soon.
Only 10 more days… I keep reminding myself. I miss her so much I can hardly comprehend it but I am trying my best not to panic.
My glasses are speckled with tears for a beautiful woman that I’ve never met. In the five years that I have been with Lach, she’s fondly reminisced the goddesses of Tahoe many times. We’ve repeatedly discussed making a trip to visit and after the fires last summer decided that this was finally going to be the year that we made it happen.
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.
It pains me to no end that we didn’t make the trip sooner… that the cards of time have fallen the way that they have. All too often, hindsight is indeed 20/20. For the first time, I am beginning to understand the sorrow that Lach went through during the week following Joe’s death. The desire to be near those we love in times of heartache, is enough to rip your soul right through your skin.
The more people that pass through our lives, the less that I seem to come to terms with it. For all the bright souls that have left way too soon… may peace be with you, and somehow eventually with us.
This is so cute! It’s an ad that Lach was telling me about seeing recently…
That the two times someone (the same someone, mind you) has to walk into my office unannounced today I was looking at this and then this…
TGIF
I wasn’t exaggerating when I commented last night that I was full of red wine. After work, I met my friend T for dinner at a little bistro in Capitol Hill. It was cozy little place with handsome waiters in utilikilts. ~A~ joined us shortly after and we had a nice dinner, drinks and desert. We finished up just in time to realize that we were nearly late for the Cheap Wine & Poetry event that ~A~ and I were heading to at the Hugo House. Thankfully, T dropped us off so we didn’t have to walk. (I parked my truck there before dinner because parking is a bitch in the neighborhood.)
The Hugo House is an experience in itself. One of those places that seems to have a breathe of it’s own. The first time I went there I was new to the city and still in art school. Our creative writing class gathered for a reading and I remember feeling very much at home surrounded by all of the creativity, and maybe even a little genius. Last night, I found it just as inspiring as I did the first time. It was refreshing to be surrounded by an array of intellectuals, poets, and artists- all mixed in with professionals, students and even a couple of bums that showed up for the $1 wine. I remember thinking that there aren’t too many places that the poor and the wealthy (and those of us in between) coexist in this unique way. My favorite poets were Elizabeth Austen and Cody Walker. Each of them brought depth and humor to the stage that I thoroughly enjoyed.
I had enough wine last night that I think I agreed to participate in an open mic night with ~A~ sometimes. I suppose I will have to dust off some poems that were actually worth a damn, since it’s been a while. Of course, then I would have to get just as deep into the wine to have the nerves to read them.
I’ve been trying to distract myself as much as possible but nothing negates how much I miss my wife… and it doesn’t help to know that she is feeling desperately homesick as well. So, I decided yesterday that I would do what southerners notoriously do in times of sorrow… we eat.
I was missing a few ingredients for the ultimate comfort food, potato soup, so I got my virtual grocery cart rolling and my order was delivered last night. At lunch today, instead of crashing on the couch for an hour as usual, I diced up potatoes, onions, leek, celery and fresh thyme. Despite washing them, my hands still smell of the warm aromas that I will find in the crock pot when I get home tonight.
I will probably be eating soup for the next week but with the panic of possible food shortages, I won’t complain. Besides, there are much worst fates than one of my ultimate favorites. I’ve been trying to be very frugal and have only eaten out twice since I’ve been a party of one. Plus, being at home has given me the chance to try out a few impromptu recipes and research what to do with the black truffles I got for half price. (Ideas please?) Of course, I have also had mac & cheese or cinnamon toast for dinner several nights. I reeeally do not miss being single… it’s so much more enjoyable to fix a meal with and for someone than it is to eat just for the sake of not starving. Perhaps I will make my infamous sausage balls this weekend, since they are next in line on my list of ultimate comfort. I just don’t know if they will taste as good without my honey and a football game.
Of course, this post begs me to ask the question-
What foods do you find the most comfort in?
He’s bobbed and weaved in and out of some tight spots through the years. He’s made us scream in both exhilaration and in utter frustration. Unfortunately, last season was more of the latter as he struggled through multiple injuries. It was obvious that he tried to push himself to continue… even when his casted body parts should have been healing on the sidelines. None the less, he’s been a large part of our team and our city and I have to wish him the best in all that he does… unless he plays for an NFC rival and then I might have to reconsider. But no matter what jersey he wears, I think he’ll still have a little Seahawk in him.
Vector Graphics: Objects created from lines and curves based on mathematical equations. Think Adobe Illustrator or Freehand.
Raster Graphics: An image made up of pixels. Think Photoshop.
Raster images are based on pixels and thus scale with loss of clarity, while vector-based images can be scaled indefinitely without degrading quality.
Conclusion: If I send you a logo in Illustrator, don’t tell me that it is low resolution because it really makes you look like an idiot considering a vector object has no pixels and therefore has no resolution.
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