December 2007
So I tried...
to donate to my candidate of choice this morning, because I figured I could write about all the reasons I think he’s the best choice, and post links to others who think so too—but in the grand-scheme, let’s be true—money matters more than all that, perchance more than the vote itself. So I tried. And tried. And tried again. No workie. How can it be easier to buy some...
“Oh look. My tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me.”
– Justin Bartha as Riley Poole in the World’s Greatest Film, National Treasure: Book of Secrets. And by World’s Greatest, I mean a passable diversion that I’ll have forgotten by tomorrow with disappointingly less wonky history than the first, but still fun nonetheless…
Memo to me: Cheapy winey-goodness...
Because I’ll never remember otherwise—plus, since I’ve conveniently removed all of the complicated reasons why they’re good, they’ll be easier to add to one’s Safeway.com order. Though I can’t for the life of me figure why there’s no mention of good ol’ Searidge… From the SF Chron: 2006 Charles Shaw California Shiraz ($2) 2003 Columbia...
“You likey God? Me! Mitt-Mitt!! Me likey God too!”
– Lost text from Romney’s (what I’m sure he’d love it to be known as) “Symphony of Faith” speech.
“Absolutely. I don’t care if someone’s a libertarian or a...”
– Mmm. McCain-y goodness in the morning.
What does it mean...
when Brad Pitt is making a speech on New Orleans rebuilding policy? Brad. Pitt. Discuss.
Is this like going to job interviews on your lunch...
So many kids from the Senate are running for president, (all Dems except McCain) that when they’re all out stumping, the majority swings back to the GOP. Oops. Don’t worry though, they have permission—or at least they’ve told their party leadership “not to expect them around much.” Good thing they don’t have a lot to do or anything…
“I don’t support special benefits. I support a secure border. I don’t...”
– Cut it out Huck, or we may just start to like you.
Excuse me. How do you get to...?
I get asked for directions—a lot. At least once a day. Since I’ve spent my twenties moving from city to city, sometimes I know where someone’s heading, sometimes I’m the last person anyone should be asking. This phenomenon could stem from the fact that I’m out running a lot and maybe people figure if I’m running, I probably haven’t gotten far enough...
Is there such a thing as a "guilty pleasure"...
I must admit, I do harbor a raft of mini-obsessions that border on the…well, let’s just say I wouldn’t use them as examples of my discerning cultural appetite. Say, The Girls Next Door, for example. I know tons of women watch this show, but I’m willing to bet it’s with the shades drawn. I was searching for—okay, I was searching for a video of Kendra doing...
Life-altering Kale...
I’m absolutely not kidding. I made this last night, courtesy of my organic produce delivery box (and then I went out and camped in a tree and fashioned a tunic out of hemp and leaves…) Ingredients: 1 bunch of kale (I used red) 3 small, yellow beets 2 Tbsp. Olive Oil 1 c. water 1-2 cloves of garlic 1 Meyer lemon (juice + zest) Salt to taste To Make: Rough chop and de-stem the kale....