Pump Up The Volume absolutely holds up after 14 years. (Even with all the bad 80s hair and acid wash.)
Mini-sandwiches of Red Hawk, butter, and turkey on biscuits. Mashed potatoes & savory bread pudding. Cherry-apricot pie with Futurama.
Apple-cranberry crumble for breakfast.
Pate & flatbread, to precede a simple dinner of fresh crab & Tom's dilly bread.
Pita sandwiches: with turkey, greens, muhomorrah & pt. reyes blue, or turkey, jack cheese, and cranberry-satsuma relish.
(Not on the leftover front: I cleaned two whole foie gras, and made a terrine with Tom yesterday. Neat!)
(And now? Now it's time to start the carcass a-simmering and do another round of dishes. How are you spending your Friday?)
Oh man. How is it that butter can smell SO good? (I just finished the last 2 turns on a batch of puff pastry. Even cold and raw, that stuff just smells astonishing.)
|I have great lust for some boots. Mmmm. Boots. (Maybe it was the wind last night?)|
Things I've Learned About Sewing In The Past 3 Years, by meriko borogove.
1. Ironing matters. A lot.
2. Pinning matters. A lot.
3. Especially when working with treacherous stretchy old tshirt material.
4. Having big work spaces helps.
5. I'm much happier about the ironing and pinning and such if I think of it as mise en place, instead of that fiddly stuff that's preventing me from getting to the part where I get to DO SOMETHING. So yeah. Mise en place.
I can so clearly see the difference between the tshirts I pieced together a few years ago (pre-kimono, sans ironing and pinning) and the ones I did today. I think I'll leave them that way. The quilt will not only tell the story of Russell's puppy fandom, it will chronicle my sewing lessons.
... and anti-shrubbery!
What a lovely day - a morning walk at Funston with Beca & Ely (& coffee, of course). Made a brunchlike tart. Took advantage of the continued sun to oil the deck furniture, which was THIRSTY. And then? Then Russell and I finally attacked the SHRUBBERY. There's still some work to go - getting out the massively spread cannus bulb and the trunk of the camilia bush. Moving some of the stripey ground cover out to the backyard, and turning over the soil with some fresh. Then we'll be ready to do some wee amount of landscaping - and plant my dreamy japanese maple tree. Mmmm.
Wow - has it really been since May that I did a public update of my uberlist goals? As I'm in the home stretch, time to check in.... Here are the items completed since my last checkin. Full list is here.
1. Get your dream stove. Installed at the end of May.
2. Plant a garden in the spring. End of June is like spring, right? In San Francisco?
8. Raise 5 more houseplants. (The lightshaft counts.) None in the lightshaft, but there are 9 houseplants at home, and 3 at work.
13. Buy some area rugs. Goblin doesnít like sitting on the floor. August 2004.
17. Send Tammy & Toddís postcards, when itís time.
18. Take care of Beca.
21. Lend support and love to those getting married in 2004. I think I can cross this off - are any of you sneaking off with friends in December that I don't know about??
22. Donít overdo it. I think I did ok here, too....
33. Go to the damned dentist, already.
35. Weigh 150 or wear size 12 jeans. I don't weight 150, but I'm solidly a size 12.
36. When done losing weight, spent the Stormy wedding gifts.I'm not done, but we spent them... on Russell. 8)
40. And that plantars wart removed. All gone, byebye!
47. Take Naomi to the symphony. 11 June 2004.
69. Fill your paper journal.
71. Make lunch bags
76. Do a 24-hour comic July, with James & Russell.
84. Get better at spending money on only that which truly pleases you.
89. Commission 3 pieces of art.
92. Get the ska Mini. Hello, Gyre!
Yet Another Reason Why I'm a City Girl at Heart, by meriko borogove, age 31.
When your coffee pot develops a giant crack, there are no less than 4 good locations where they'll gladly fill your coffee thermos at 7am within a 4 block radius. (I chose the one that was a half a block away.)
17 Reasons Not To Slit Your Wrists, by Michael Moore.
Well worth a read. I laughed out loud more than once, which hasn't really happened so far in post-election discussions. Thanks, Aimee!
(In summary: Tuesdsay, I made a ton of phone calls, and hoped. Wednesday I was incredibly upset. Thursday, I resolved to take action whereever possible. I'm making small changes right now, reconsidering my donations, and researching how I can help. Read Russell's thoughts and Dan's thoughts on the election results and reactions thereof- they're spot on. If you're feeling hopeless, please please read them. You'll start seeing more calls-to-action in here. Have any to share? Hit my comments, please.)
I'm not sure if it's new or not, but this morning I subscribed to the ACLU's Action network list. (I've been on their regular list for a year or so, and the HRC's. Both highly recommended.) It's a weekly action alert with information on an issue, and letters and faxes to send to your members of Congress.
The Action network looks pretty cool. Subscribe here.
The full page ad they ran yesterday in the NYT is going on my door today.
For the first time in weeks, I did my daily sun salutations when I woke up.
15 minutes later, as I drank my coffee, I looked up and saw the most gorgeous sunrise I've witnessed in months.
Just what a girl needs, really.
Final count: 1349 calls, 445 humans reached, 50 person-hours of phone calls. Rock the fuck on. 11 different people on staff through the day. I'm pretty darned proud of all of us. Huge shout-outs and thank-yous to Robert, Lisa, Tammy, Todd, Forrest, Tomas, Eric, Nicki, and Jim. You rock my world (and our vote) today.
Stories on Russell Rants.
Now we reload. A lot. And make dinner. Cooking risotto is good for the soul. I'm sure of it.
Russell's blogging our phone bank party today. Go check it out!
And if you still wanna come over and make some calls, you're very welcome here.
You know, I'm not really at my best early in the morning. I don't wake up quickly, and my brainmeats don't work so well for a while.
It's also been a number of years since I've been bitten by a daylight savings mistake.
This morning, I couldn't understand for the life of me why at 5 minutes until 6, the coffeepot was cold & empty. It was set to brew at 5:30. It took an embarrassingly long time to realize that the machine said 5:02. The bedroom clock was the only clock I didn't set back yesterday.....
Oops. I had a lot of email to deal with, anyway?