Monday, February 27, 2006

Create-a-wich

When you are in need of decent resources, its amazing how far a little creativity will go.

I was trying to make a PB&J sandwich last night. We only had a small amount of jelly left crammed at the bottom of the jar (that's the worst!). So I switched gears, and prepared myself for a PB& Honey sandwich- except there was just a little honey left too!

So, I did what any desperately hungry mid-night muncher would have done- I made a PB& J & Honey sandwich. The world is not prepared for this fine menu item yet. With the exception of this blog, I think I will keep my divine creation to myself.....

Sunday, February 26, 2006

RemAIMniscing

AngelRacr22: i havent shaved in three weeks
kissakitten: i needed to know that
AngelRacr22: and i went to the gym yest
AngelRacr22: and i didnt CARE
kissakitten: we all have those moments
AngelRacr22: some more than others
kissakitten: lesbians, for example

AngelRacr22: i was practicing my vocab for the GRE and thought of u
kissakitten: think of me when yr taking it
kissakitten: maybe some of my vocab powers will transfer over you via telecommunication
AngelRacr22: we built our own thought highways to each others brains
kissakitten: yeah you lost it there
AngelRacr22: pretend i didnt say that
kissakitten: you say stupid things all the time cheep why should now be different?

AngelRacr22: sex is like economics
AngelRacr22: SUPPLY AND DEMAND
kissakitten: there's been a looow supply in my life
kissakitten: so the demand is very high
AngelRacr22: so is the low supply due to your inefficient production costs or simply labor shortage?

AngelRacr22: <---- ONE SEXY BITCH
kissakitten: HAHA
kissakitten: AngelRacr22 (3:35:58 AM): <-------delusional

Jesus Hates Bikers


Unless you have been in a thunderstorm where it rained bicycles (complete with rider) you have no idea what it's like to drive around town during the annual Chilly Hilly.

The Chilly Hilly is a bicycle race around the island that attracts hundreds of bicycle enthusiasts (the good and the bad) from the Seattle area and leads them up and down the city's immense hills in the dead of winter- sounds like fun, huh?

Disclaimer: the following paragraphs contain generalized, stereotypical remarks provoked from feelings of intense annoyance.

From my own experience, bikers think they are much better than the rest of us - because they don't pollute the earth, though this says nothing of their pollution to the social environment. I always get smug, arrogant vibes off of bikers- but I can laugh inside because they are the ones wearing unflatteringly, tight biker shorts.

Bikers also think that they have special road priviledges- as in, they don't have to be concerned about or show consideration towards the vehicles on the road. Driving down the side roads of the island, I was happy to concede my driving conveniences to the bikers who rode three and four at a time. But when we got to any major hill I had to inch my way up (we're talking 2-5 mph here!) because when bikers get tired, they start to swagger and sway clumsily from side to side all over the road. For some reason, bikers also think its acceptable to stop in the middle of the road to rest and catch their breath- UGH!

I was so frustrated today. I did my normal run near the finish line of the cycle race. People on their bikes saw me coming but remained in my way, blocking the entire road while they starred right at me. WTF, ever saw a runner before? You know people who don't need machines to be athletes?

As a runner, I grew up learning the "rules of the road" and how important it is to be considerate when you share it with others- you always concede right of way to the fasted moving object. Apparently, if you utilize pedals and two wheels for transportation purposes, you're far above all that. If you ride a bike, all you have to do is pretend that you can outpace any vehicle and out maneuver any runner and then there is no need to be considerate.

End of bitter rampage.

The Fast Food and the Furious

My freshman year of college was a typical experience: RA's that insighted fear with the projection of "the look", being overheard singing Beyonce in the dorm shower stalls, pillow fights in the all-girls dorm, strings of drama attached to each girl in Coffey Hall (which of course fueled constant gossip and rumors), break downs before finals, and of course- pizza at 2:00 AM.

When I think about my first roomate- a number of funny and sentimental stories come to mind. Of course the one that sticks out is not the one she would prefer to be remembered by....

At 2 AM in the midst of a first floor gossip and goof-off session, we ordered pizza. Roomie always placed the food orders, at her insistance, she had the best "phone voice/personality" ;). We waited anxiously for our pizza, when the promised delivery time passed we got worried. We went out to the street to help direct pizza man to the flock of wildly hungry freshman awaiting him. Finally we saw the pizza guy coming down the street- it became clear that he was going to zoom by us. So ever-brave Roomie sacrificed her dignity to chase him down.

I'm sure it was an odd sight to see in a rear-view mirror. A small asian girl desperately flailing her arms, running after the delivery car. Thanks to Roomie, we did get our pizza. That night a new phrase was coined in memory of the sight we had just witnessed.

Roomie trying hard to chase after pizza car was analogous to "a fat man wading through water, chasing after a hamburger".




Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Warning: the following post contains ramblings of an incessant nature.....

For the last week, I have been getting up slightly later than planned without any recollection of waking to an alarm.

After six days of getting out of bed just in time to get myself presentable (i.e. not smelling like an animal or bodily function and not looking like something that was found on the side of the road), and arrive timely at work, or church, or the kitchen refrigerator-- I FINALLY got smart and did the obvious. I checked my alarm. From my extensive two minute investigation, I concluded that the volume is broken for a number of possible reasons:

1) All the furious smacking/kicking I inflict upon it each time it wakes me up finally got to the little guy
2) I have the volume up so loud that the mini speaker eventually blasted itself to death
3) My alarm got so fed up with playing country music (hey, there's something special about waking up to "She thinks my tractor's sexy") that it committed radio-alarm suicide

I arrived at work early (wow, for once!) and in time for the all staff meeting where co-workers try to shove maple bars and jelly donuts down your throat (I think it makes people feel better about eating shit when everyone else is doing it) and where my supervisor embarrassed me in front of the 100 or so employees of our organization. Here is a PLUS: midget man who grabbed my ass at last summer's "rodeo round-up" was no where to be seen (or felt).

I made a stop by the main office before heading out. The young receptionist asked me a shocking question to which I had no choice but to tell the truth (I'm a bad lier- worse than Al Gore who supposedly invented the internet, and worse than Bill Clinton who did not have sexual relations with a certain woman.....). So, the truth is out! Someone at my work knows about my secret relationship with a co-worker.

It has been exciting, refreshing, adventurous, sexy, and scandalous keeping our relationship a secret- especially considering how closely we have worked for the past six months. The secret will probably stay safe for a while longer, so I can revel in this adventure a little longer.

I have a weird eye-twich-pulsating thing that's been bugging me all day. My supervisor says its stress- I think its from two days of boyfriend withdrawl, or maybe it was that bum I brushed by in the elevator, or the old skittle I ate that I found behind my car seat, or my new nasty flouride toothpaste.............

Sunday, February 19, 2006

One time at Model UN camp....

I have such a bad case of SPRING FEVER right now. I need an adventure, and I need one faster than Pres. Bush needs a grammar lesson.

In my state of adventure-lust, I remembered what I was doing roughly about this time last year- I was a first time visitor to New York competing in the Model United Nations Conference. Equation for the randomness that makes up the rest of this entry= boredom + too much Presdient's Day free time + an assortment of incriminating photos + a personal blog.

PHOTOJOURNAL:

Yay! Talk about wild adventure- this is me buying my first meal at an original NY city food vendor. In NY, street vendors stay open 24-7, when I returned to Chicago, I missed being able to cross the street at 2 AM and order a food-poisoned Gyro made amidst the fuel exhaust and run-away rodents of the city streets.

I have to admit, before 9-11-2001, I didn't even know what the World Trade Center was, but it was still amazingly haunting to see the hole in the sky line where the two buildings should have been.

The Wall of Heroes was touching but oddly out of place on the fence around the construction site of the new Freedom Tower.

My friend also took me to the huge American Girl Doll place- including a doll restaurant, a complete doll hairstyling salon, and a doll hospital (gasp!). The photos were too horrendous to post for public viewing.

Here we are getting chummy with one of the security guards.

Ok, so its not quite Starbucks... but don't let that distract you from fine international pedigree.

Amazing! We spent the day in the actual room where the General Assembly is held! Here each country's vote is being tallied on the wall.

You know what they say- you can't judge a country until you sit an hour at their assigned seat in the General Assembly. Here we are being Cuba.

Pierre is originally French and Masashi is originally Japanese, but for the week they were in American students representing the country of Albania- that experience just wouldn't be complete without Christina paying for a dollar dance.

never underestimate the party animal that lies within every Model UN nerd... especially after alcohol...

I would add a caption here if I had any recollection of what the hell we were doing with Mr. Ireland.

Did I mention that our school won an Honorable Mention for our representation of Albania?!?! All in all it wasn't too difficult, as Albania has no known position on any global issue. In acting clueless, I guess we were accurately keeping in character.

Three Mousketeers

Left to right: cousin Graham, me, cousin Miceal

Ever wonder why, you have little to no recollection of your life as a young human- yet, those are the years from which parents collect the most ammunition to barrage you with embarrassment? As we speak, I am retracting my previous non-belief in conspiracies.

BTW- I pride myself in my dysfunctional use of commas....

All's Good on the Hood

I've heard of people accidently leaving coffey cups on their car hoods before driving off
- but this is quite extreme.

Unless this canine has been designated as the truck's mascot... Maybe someone should suggest to the owner that a hood ornament might be more effective....



Thursday, February 16, 2006

Nature's Revenge on Urbanized Growth


I was in the middle of my treadmil workout tonight- the Jack Johnson music on my ipod engulfed me in an accoustic euphoria, I was participating in a slight version of what I call "dance running"- when I saw Chicago's beloved John Hancock Building come on the local news.

I silenced Jack for a second to follow what was going on in my old hometown. As I watched melted icicles fall from the building and smack a passing lady on the street below, I let out an obnoxious giggle and disturbed the sleezy "muscle men" around me. I don't know why I find this event so humorous- I guess because its so unusual. Being pelted by HUGE chunks of melted icicles that fall out of nowhere from a 100 story building.

Ice was falling in foot long sheets- hitting passengers and vehicles.

"It was like it was raining ice," said Keith Hackett, a doorman at the Westin Hotel just north of the Hancock Center. "People were running around dodging ice."

How would you have liked to have been the officer on duty who first got that call? Or trying to explain your icicle injury to friends?

In my weather and climatology class, we spent a lot of time studying how the human created environment disrupts normal weather patterns. I was amazed to learn that tall building shadows can actuall cause the formation of snow at a certain height- which turns to rain at street level. It could be snowing above your head and you wouldn't even know. Or that under certain conditions, it can rain on the leeward side of a building even when it is not rainign anywhere else in the city. It was also disturbing to learn about how urban structures- such as roads, building, and sreets, push out the earth's natural cooling agent which is one cause of the rising earth temperatures around urban centers.

This whole tampering with nature thing is beginning to worry me- but as long as icicles continue their indiscriminate target practice on unsuspecting city pedestrians, I will always have something to laugh about.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Monkey-ing Around

this is an audio post - click to play

I traveled to the deep jungles of South Africa to get this audio clip.

If at first you don't succeed, you are most likely a failure...

I am juggling too many projects at work again. This results in: insanity, last minute frantic rushing, and missing the ferry boat. I should be walking around with a sign that says "Warning, contents under pressure".

Also- I hate that annoying hobo who is always holding a "Smile" sign at the entrance to the ferry ramp on 1st street. He'll assault you just to make you smile at him- that's like "smile raping" someone. I'll give him something to not smile about.....

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Let's Get Curious


I have seen an abnormal number of movies (for me anyway) in the past couple months. This is due, in part, to having a boy friend. When you have a boyfriend whom you want to spend time with and are limited to a small choice of activities because 1) its freezing outside 2) its raining outside 3) you are exhausted from daily activities/work 4) its raining outside, then nothing is better than getting cozy in front of the TV.

I have seen alot of movies-- funny, sad, serious, thought-provoking, Harrison Ford, and just plain aweful (yes, Harrison Ford gets his own category). Crash is one of the movies that stuck with me for a long time after I had seen it-- its excellent on so many levels. Other than that, there have not been many movies that have made a major impact on me.

The next statement says wonders about my mental state: Besides Crash, really the only other movie that stuck in my mind was one I saw this weekend- Curious George. Yes, I know, it's a cartoon about a monkey. But the film was very well done and really captured the essence of the classic books we all love so much. Plus, George was really, really cute. And Jack Johnson did the soundtrack. Did I say George was cute? Can I have a pet monkey too? This film actually brought tears to my eyes! I enjoyed every adorable second- it was so magical and imaginative!

Speaking of monekys, I only recently realized that I have the ability to impersonate a number of different animals: monkeys, purring kitties, and velociraptors (hey, I didn't say I could do it well!)-- and all this without taking into account my uncanny resemblance to the bird species.

See for yourself how cute George is : http://www.curiousgeorgemovie.com/

Why are altoids curiously strong? Whats so curious about strong mints- why should I be curious? Now, I am curious.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Tikha Kanna
















Top: Making Yogurt
Bottom: Spice Gallery

Ever since I watched that episode of "This Old House" -- a show that features men doing home improvement projects-- I had the insatiable urge to physically create something.

It is my dad's unknown goodfortune that I eventually decided against repainting the exterior walls of our house, re-tiling the downstairs bathroom wall, and framing the interior windows sills.

Today, I discovered the perfect outlet for my desire to be productive. I skimmed through "1,000 Indian Recipes"-- a cookbook that I bought just yesterday, and planned out an entire meal to prepare for tonight. The hidden treasure of preparing Indian food is acquiring all the necessary (and often unheard of) spices. What food retailer in America carries Mango Powder? How about Chaat Masala? A little Tamarind Powder anyone? I DID find the citrus acid and chickpea flour. Indian dishes are so infused with a number strong spices, that I figured it would be acceptable to leave one or two hard-to-find ingredients out.

OMG, Indian dishes are so colorful and are created with such a rich blend of spices- no matter how much effort I put into making something "mild" it ends up "spicey anyway! I was once told by a Hindi professor that the strong spices were originally used to cover up stale or old tasting vegetables and fruit. My professor told me that it was often hard to find fresh produce in some regions of India- I wonder how valid this is?

The menu for tonight was:
Mint-Yogurt Vegetable Curry
Pakoras (Indian style french fries)
rice
cucumber salad
Yogurt- Homemade!

These main dishes went well with store-bought mango chutney. My hands will smell like onions, garlic, and spice forever!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Super-mega-hyped-up-bowl

The annoying, commercial use of the Superbowl to increase a business’ bottom line while we increase our waist line was definitely evident the week leading up to the event.

I still thought it was fun to see the community show its support for a straw man sports team.

The Superbowl proves that people are looking for things to celebrate in their mundane lives. They are looking for reasons to come together, sit in front of a television for three hours and guzzle beer. Of course, there are those who just like football too.

Its fun to be part of a mob mentality- to have something in common with almost everyone else on the west side of the state. It’s fun to share in the enthusiasm and watch an entire society be swept away in a wave of excitement and pride.

Its fun to be a part of the hype, even if your team loses *cough* stupid zebras *end-cough*. Who would trust anyone wearing a stripped black and white shirt anyway- isn’t that the wardrobe of an inmate?




How to Heel

I have new shoes that are sexy enough to be photographed and posted on a weblog. Its fun to jump on your bed wearing heels... this is my remedy for the not-so-common cold.

OVERHAUL

I am banned from returning to work tomorrow.

Despite making a trip to Olympia yesterday, I haven't been at work all week. I didn't feel so great on Monday and lazily decided to have a sick day. That sick day has turned into a sick week as I have been excommunicated from the work place everyday so far.

Let's track the status of my health this week as if I was a car.

Monday- I definately needed a routine oil change because I had been putting the "pedal to the medal" for two weeks straight.

Tuesday- The "oil change" turned into my body needing to undergo "realignment" and some "body work" repairs.

Wednesday- I have been sitting in the shop all day waiting to be well enough to hit the road. I definately feel better despite my boss' insistence that I need one more day to gear up. But I will not be allowed to come in to work on Thursday. So, by Friday, I expect that I will look and feel as well as one particular newly overhauled, jet-black Ford Probe (shiny, sleek, and ready for some action)-- 1984 model of course.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

How was my day? "Oh, just capitol"


I have made a trip to the State Capitol in Olympia every week for the past three weeks. On my first trip, I familiarized myself with the lay out and the lingo. Now its kinda creey how everything become a normal part of my day when I am at the capitol.

It was a little intimidating the first time I went to Olympia. I was walking amonst the policy makers of our state. The second time I went, I was not so intimidated- more like in a continuous state of awe. By my third trip, I was fed up with the high and mighty political figures and frustrated with the tiresome and never-ending process that a bill must undergo before attaining "law-hood". As a third-timer to the State Capitol, I am a self proclaimed expert on everything there is to know about the Washington State political system (ok, at least the parking lot). This is my guide to those who I leave behind and those yet to follow in my footsteps:

Getting Around
The wonderful thing about the State Capitol, is that you must always be on the look out for renegade high school field trippers. They serve as a reminder as to how little we actually cared about important things when we were young. They remind us that at their age we preferred to giggle and flirt and talk about the OC than to soak up the awe-inspiring history and the surrounding enactment of our policital and legal processes (hmm, this must be why, before three weeks ago, I had little understanding of state government).

How to get man-handled: If you are looking for the office of a particular Representative, the Legislative Building is equipped with big strong security men in uniform whose jobs are solely to stand in hallway entrances, point to rooms, and molest little girls. This is amusing at first but not for very long.

Oh, you happen to require the services of a grocery store during your stay? Thus begins your sightseeing trip of Olympia. You navigate endlessly around corners, up and down the main streets taking in the wonderful selection of bars until your thirty minute adventure ends at a grocery store with inflated prices and weird food selections tucked away by the water's edge. Sorry, this sightseeing trip does not come with a safari hat, binoculars, or even a souvenier fold-away map.

Service and Amenities
When I think of goverment in this country, a sence of technological advancement usually strikes me (I have a fairly positive image of government). A country that possesses the tools to clone sheep, that has advanced military capabilities, wide spread internet access, and sonicare toothbrushes just kinda screams "techonology". Be prepared, however, during your trip at the State Capitol to be disconnected from modern day convenience and the rest of the living population.

1) there is no copy center with a fax or copy machine anywhere nearby.
2) the legislative dining facilities do not accomodate people who want to pay with anything other than cold, hard cash.
3) the beautiful, majestic marble floors, walls and ceilings (can you say marble tomb?) do not allow for the penetration of cell phone signals.
4)the parking meter at the visitor parking lot has a slot where a credit card receptor can be installed, however, the genius who installed the meter thought that it would not be necessary. Oh yeah, if you want to pay in anything other than one dollar bills and coins (who carries $6 worth of coins around?) you are pretty much screwed.

Colloquial Phrases
During your stay at the Washington State Capitol you may run across a number of interesting words. You may find yourself wondering where "the gultch" is and what is means when a bill is "dropped". You might be befuddled by phrases such as "Code Revisor", "Exec'ed out", and "Second Substitute Bill".

Things To See and Do
If you happen to be visiting the State Caitol during some kind of political rally, it may serve your amusement to join or observe the event. Consider yourself especialy lucky if you get the opportunity to join a rally that hands out free green and white umbrellas. It truly is inspiring to be part of a cause you care about and to be surrounded by people who are just as committed and enthusiastic about that cause (the free umbrellas are cool too!)

Become part of the political system. Amazingly enough, most Representatives actually do care about what you think. They want to know what you want from them. Most will tell you right away where they stand on certain issues and whether or not they can support your cause. The beauty of democracy is that our leaders' careers depend upon how well we feel that they serve us. They are looking for way to seem positively productive towards our causes.

The pretty rooms that have some kind of obscure political and historical importance are fun to see too, but don't ask me what that importance is.

The Locals
From first glance, all State Representatives seem strange and sometimes even godlike. They wear conservative suits (even the liberals- ha ha ha... ok, not funny) and maintain and air of importance. They all wear a friendly demeanor of sincerity at first- after a while you may be able to sift the genuine from the fake, the ego-builders from the public servants. Some will treat you like you are the most important thing in their life for the brief five minutes you spend with them. Others will show you clearly how they are far more important than anything you could possibly want to talk about.

Final Thoughts
After the initial shock of being in a place where important policies are being discussed and where State laws are being negotiated, you come to the scary realization as to how much power these Representatives really have. You come to realize how easily friendships, circumstance, connections, and chance can sway the political system.

After being in this atmosphere, I no longer have much tolerance for people who like to complain about the failures of our laws and the short comings of our government. From what I have experienced I have realized that the people really are the government.

If the government is bad it is only because we tolerate it as a collective.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Night (not by Elie Wiesel)



I Love the feel of night
As it settles throughout the house
Dining room chairs
Fade into simple, smooth silhouettes
Their wooden shapes shine from moonlight
As if outlined in glass
The soft hum of appliances
Syncopate with the sound
Of laughing unsettled floorboards
Coaxing the mind to rest.

Sleeping chests rise, slow breaths,
Soft ticking on the kitchen wall
All drone on with the same
Quiet voice, night rhythm
all of day’s silent sounds
reverberate in the darkness.
Night slides viscously into my room
Like fragile beating of an infant’s breath.