If only it were real

January 30, 2010

My first thought was if only I got enough sunshine for this to work I would buy one in a second!

Then I clicked around the interwebs and found out it’s a design project by Xavier Calluaud which most likely means that it is someone’s prototype or it’s only ever been mocked up for pictures and it will never be for sale for real.  Which is sad because it’s really cool.

I have to say that once I realized that it was the same press release blogged about again and again I decided to look at the pictures again.

I’m kind of unnerved by the fact that there are just designs for the hardware.  Because of my lack of faith in humanity it makes me think that the container was created, plants were planted, and pictures were taken.

That’s not to say that I think it wouldn’t be fabulous if it were real.  I’d want to take a look at it.

But for now I think that it’s a dream.  A possible future product that may or may not work and may or may not be worth the possible future cost.

How depressing.

At least I made chocolate mousse with blackberries today so I will end my evening on an up tick.

Night.

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So I thrive on multi-tasking for the most part.  I think it comes from doing my homework in front of the TV.

While working on my standard work and other stuff that landed on my desk and the papers that breed like bunnies… two thoughts wandered around in the back of my mind today.

One – what’s the difference between a mass murderer and a serial killer.

Two – so there are one set of people who believe that there is a lost civilization deep in the Amazon basin.  There are other people who claim that it’s impossible for a civilization grow in such an inhospitable location.  All your time and energy would be spend staying alive and reasonably nourished.  There simply would not be time to develop a social structure and permanent buildings.

I’m been thinking about that second thing on and off all day.  Just because we don’t know how they did it doesn’t mean it could not be done.  But at the same time, I don’t think I believe in the idea of El Dorado or the City of Z or anything like that.

I think it’s possible but I don’t think anyone should get there hopes up.

I’m more interested in someone finding all the Maya cities buried in the jungles of Belize.

Yeah – I really am this strange.

Night!

They’re piling up again

January 28, 2010

I was so happy to stop the weekly subscription to Entertainment Weekly – I celebrated when I finally made it through the 3 year backlog of magazines.

Now I only have subscriptions to food and home magazines.  And I starting to narrow down which ones are worthy of re-subscription.  In the mean time they are piling up again.

I know I need to take the time to go through them and pull out anything I want to keep.  But I just can’t get up the energy to go through them all.

This didn’t stop me from subscribing to another magazine last week.

Dad made the buttermilk pancakes from this month’s magazine for Christmas.

Fine Cooking is rather expensive but that’s because they don’t sell all that advertising space.  I’m excited about this magazine.

I took time to think about going back to Saveur before realizing I haven’t missed it in the 3 or so years I have not been subscribing so that must mean I don’t need to go back.

Now I just need to get the pile under control.

Night.

It started with the 3-pack gift box.  They were sold out so I bought a pair of the heavier PhD ones in maroon.

I then wore them until I wore holes in the bottom of both of them.  I had to go buy more.

I think I might be addicted to Smartwool socks.

I buy mine at TitleNine on 4th Street… because I love shopping in a store that has quotes from Gilda Radner and Julia Child on the wall.

I need more socks.  I have to have more socks.  I think this is an addiction.

Night.

Ally went to see the hot new hip-hop swing Swedish sensation Movits at the High Dive in Seattle.  While waiting for the two DJs with a MAC Air to get the hell off the stage she called me and we gossiped and mocked the hipsters at the show.

The DJs were pounding out some bad howler monkeys having sex deep house…. apparently they bop their heads at the same time.   Be afraid.

Twitter might be a good thing for telling someone when the real band is going on.

8pm

8:30pm

9pm

9:30pm

9:36pm – still hopping and hipping and they just switched headphones AGAIN.

Where’s the band if the Swedish film crew is already there?

9:40pm and still no band.

It was fun to sort of be out and yet inside at the same time.  I must say it was a fabulous, snarky conversation.

I highly recommend long distance snark.

9:48pm and still no bloody band.

Night.

I finally hung the painting in my bathroom.

2 feet by 3 feet… the biggest thing I’ve ever painting if you don’t count that dresser I dragged upstairs from where it’s prior owner left it on the street.

I’m kind of in awe of it.  I don’t understand how I made it… even though I have pictures.

I take this moment to thank my mother for what she did for me 35 years ago – she said it was easy but still.  I thank her.

Night.

Ledger’s Liquor

January 23, 2010

This is a post for Ally…

The Bay Area misses you and wants you back.

night