is ben & jerry's half baked fro-yo.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
recently, over a fireside chat on a snowy day, we were discussing facebook and trying to coax another one to pass the tipping point.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
here is another edition of my angst-ridden teenage journal for your enjoyment. this one's from the first day of school, junior year, age 16:
this afternoon i went to the new york armory for The Art Show by the ADAA.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
last in london shared this with me - a band name generator. we love a good generator here at TFAAF (see links below), so this is a good edition to the genre. you can include your own words, so naturally i went with 'bizarro'. while 'gnome' didn't come up, these ones did:
ask me how glad I am that 94% of the glass/pottery/plastic items i shipped back were broken. not amused. not so much that they were of value - we're not talking waterford or fine china here. but, i shelled out way to much money to send glass shards across the pond. that's what you get for springing for the 'international economy
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
this should have been my ticket for tonight, seeing has how i lost my ticket to the concert i was going to. not in my purse. went all the way home. not there. returned to work to check my desk. not there. gave up. file this one under d'oh!
unfortunately, it's not oates.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
as you my recall, we had a previous post that talked about how, inspired by chinese new years, we felt that each year we should establish a theme that is 'the year of ___'.
I am not one to judge, ok that is total bullshit I judge everything, but Asian bus etiquette leaves something to be desired.
Pandora and I recently boarded a bus in
Sounds like a plan. Wrong.
Picture it...Van Ramblings and Pandora, back of the bus, a/c, no windows, it's hot. First 3 hrs are uneventful. Then the bus pulls into a market for us to buy lunch for the remainder of the trip.
Worst move ever.
We buy pineapple and pop and hop back on the bus. Locals buy Durian (smelliest fruit in the world, outlawed in Thailand because of its odor), boiled eggs, fried crickets, fish eggs, brains/offal looking thing and a host of other things I couldn't even identify but the smell was unbelievable.
As if that wasn't enough my 'experience' included one local man's bare/dirty foot resting on my arm rest. If my eyes weren't watering so much from the smell I might have cared.
Oh well. We couldn't stop laughing but definitely managed to get more than we bargained for!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
here is this week's magnetic poem c/o my fridge. this one, hopefully is less barfy. enjoy:
last night i went to a gala dinner at the american museum of natural history in nyc. this is the quintessential destination for middle school class trips. i fondly remember being tossed out of the gem room for running around on the diamond-flanked ramps. anyway, while i really, really want to love this museum, i can't help the creepy feeling i get that it's like a weird zoo frozen in time. and where all the animals are stuffed animals behind glass. that said, there was something neat about dancing 'under water' with the blue whale.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
i miss the english english language. all those extra U's (favourite, colour) and consonants (programme, travelling), not to mention a few of my faves:
so, if i wasn't doing what i was doing, i probably would have liked to have been a graphic designer. or, my second choice, a meteorologist. this came up in conversation once during a client dinner. from that night on, the client liked to refer to me as her 'media-ologist'. nerdberger kids you not.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
i am kinda paranoid about identity theft. i shred everything. my shredder is the 2nd best christmas gift i've ever received behind my iPod. well, OK, maybe 3rd behind the iPod and my first Cabbage Patch Kids doll.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
further to my comment about new york feeling like a giant movie set, the funny thing about being 'home' is that i also keep feeling like i'm going to bump into people i know at all times. new york is a city of about 8 million peeps. so, in reality, i have about a 0.000125% chance of actually bumping into someone i know - slim to say the least - but i just can't shake this feeling...
Friday, February 1, 2008
1. Moving the tent (once erected) because I think I have found a better place to put it.
2. Head torches. Apparently no good camper would be caught without one. (um, we didn't have one but managed to steal one, by accident, from a friend who lent us their spare.
3. Checking out other people's gear. Wet weather gear, packs, sleeping bags, shoes. You name it, I am all over it. Mostly I just have 'gear envy' because pandora and I were so poorly prepared. Think Wales, on top of a mountain, wimbledon ponchoes, drenched, caught in a storm.
4. Bowel movements. I won't say too much but believe me when you are camping it is all your talk about with your fellow campers. No topic goes untouched.
5. The US stock market. Mostly just the US dollar and currency markets but I have also been known to bore pandora to sleep with the dolcet tones of bloomberg in the background and me loving every minute but not understanding a thing.
So far these are my strange obsessions. I will update you as more become apparent.