02.28.09

1. our house has been taken over by claymation and 1 live dog.

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3. i’m homesick.

02.25.09, part 2

1. today i ate a turnip and i didn’t hate it.

2. i’m writing a familiar essay about breakfast and it’s possibly the best piece of prose i’ve ever written. i’m not sure if this is ironic.

3. does ginger-flavored gum exist? i’m pretty sure that’s what my life is missing.

02.25.09

1. i have been having vivid dreams and it’s becoming quite the pattern (see previous post about dreams). last night, i had a dream that it was my birthday and brittany bought me a half-owl, half-cheetah. then my mom made me a cookie cake and lost her wedding ring in it.

2. homemade greek yogurt. directions: put 1 carton regular stoneyfield yogurt (2% milkfat) in a sieve, put the sieve over a bowl. refrigerate overnight. genius!

3. marfa! 04.29.09 – 05.03.09.

02.22.09

 1. were the oscars always this awkward? hugh jackman, STOP singing.

how i long for this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. stash creme caramel tea

3.  i’ve been toying with the idea of chopping my hair off after admiring kate lanphear’s classy coif.

02.18.09

un update on the previous post: tonight i sauteed some cabbage. it was okay.

lately i have felt very restless and unmotivated. maybe i should stop spending so much time reading jezebel or chat chatting on gchat.  these activities are likely to be negating all the productive things i ever do. y or n: should i replace pointless food blogs on my google reader with real, sophisticated things like live-feeds of the economic stimulus package and powell’s book reviews?

so, story: yesterday i had an actual panic attack when i lost my wallet. i was short of breath and shaking and kind of nauseous, and maybe this is due to all the caffeine i’m consuming but you never know. it was a rare moment; a learning experience, some might say. then i found my wallet at einstein’s bagels but i didn’t even buy anything when i went there earlier so who knows how i lost it.

hi dad, i know you’re probably reading this and think i am but i swear i’m not irresponsible.

02.16.09

in my roommate’s r.t.f. movie screening class, they watched a movie called “superstar.” it is a short film chronicling the story of karen carpenter as animated by barbies. when karen carpenter starts to have an eating disorder they whittle away the plastic on her skin. people are earning degrees for this. education, so fickle.

this weekend, i spent five hours of my saturday pulling carrots out of the ground and packaging mint with twist ties. i’ve also realized that i’m really bad at explaining a CSA, so more information on that here. what’s relevant to this blog is that i now have so many beets and two heads of cabbage and i don’t know what to do with them except cut a beet in half and semi-permanently stain my fingers. which i know how to do since i did it earlier today.

ps: shameless article plug here (02/22/09)

02.13.09

just found a lisa frank pencil topper from elementary school. oh, sweet nostalgia.

02.09.09

i just spent $9 on yogurt. (fage.fa-yeh.fag: 2 percent.) viva la vida.

02.08.09

i have a sick fascination with child beauty pageant exposés.

02.07.09

To the girl next to me on the stair-stepper in the gym while I am on the elliptical machine,

I have the utmost respect for you working out. Everyone should exercise. In the manual of healthy-living, it’s right up there with eating leafy greens and breathing.  I think it’s great that you’re devoted; I could only aspire to do as much as achieve a regular exercise routine. In fact, it might be one of my biggest life goals. However, must you be so mentally in-tune with your workout that you neglect to notice that you are sweating on me slash my half-hearted elliptical routine? Can you not remember that this is the second time that I have seen you at the gym, and you are always going such a high a rate of repetition that you are threatening both your own heart rate as well as the lives of those who are trying to casually pass the stairstepper? People are risking death as they avoid abuse by your flailing arms. For god’s sake, we both know that you are not really reading that issue of The New Yorker that’s casually propped open. Maybe this is really a message to me, that I should go to the gym less and stick to things I enjoy, like gluttony and bottomless cups of coffee and being motionless for long periods of time.  Nonetheless, dare I suggest that you have reached the top of the flight of stairs?

Best, Leigh.

02.06.09.

overwhelmed! ay!

masking my distress with more time than should ever be spent perusing “advanced style,” geriatric couture at its finest.

also, just had 2 sweet potatoes for dinner. maybe i’m beta carotene deficient.

02.04.09

many days have passed into oblivion since my last post, but they have mostly consisted of topo-chico mineral waters, adobe in-copy, and trying to put the batteries in my bike light. life is so hard.

oh i’ve also done a fair amount of yoga, strengthening both my abdominal core and love for ‘triangle’ pose.