Posts Tagged ‘postaday2011’
food, you lied.
Trader Joe’s Santa Fe Style Chicken Flatbread Wrap. You were located next to a handwritten sign advertising you as “Easy to Eat!” That is a lie, a lie, a baldfaced lie. Finely chopped ingredients. Not a wrap; the tortilla is thick and folded, more like a taco. This allows the finely chopped ingredients to spill…
Read Moremore than some feelings
When I was in my early 20s, I struggled to pull myself out of the chaos of my younger life and push myself into a more responsible adulthood. I was not sure I was going to succeed; I still was haunted by past traumas and was pretty lost and lonely while trying to get to…
Read Morefrom the kitchen of miss zoober
I went to Highlands Junior High school in New York. My seventh grade Home Ec teacher (and eighth grade typing teacher) was Miss Zoober. Probably her name was spelled Zuber, but that’s not as fun. I appreciate her training. I learned how to sift and measure flour, to properly set a table, and some odd…
Read Moreeh, silver’s better than bronze, at least
I am surprisingly busy at work today and my friend-slash-boss and I have been sweating a big project that’s involving a lot of coordination, thought and (scariest of all) dependence on a bunch of volunteers. I haven’t been as nervous about the project as my colleague-slash-director, who has been having stomach pains over it all.…
Read Moreboomerbashing
Violet and I had a pretty perfect day on Sunday, since it involved pedi foot care, Rice Crispy Treats, and lots of lots of gabbing. One of our favorite topics to discuss is the Baby Boomers and their continuing influence on America. Oh, and how annoying they are. This, of course, is not to bash…
Read Moreold school scandals
The New York Times is satisfyingly dishy today, the way gossip rags strive (but fail) to make one feel. Firstly, Forty-seven-year-old interviews with Jackie Kennedy are being released and lordie she does not hold back. Indira Gandhi she calls a “prune,” MLK Jr. she calls a “phony”. And: Of Madame Nhu, the sister-in-law of the…
Read Moreremembrance
I don’t have much of a story for the archives, saw it on TV like everyone else. My roommate (this is in San Francisco) called me from downstairs and just said “I think you should turn on the television.” Most everything had gone down by the time I tuned in, so I remember how long…
Read Morethat’s it. period.
I am grateful for the app on my phone with which I can track my lady cycle, and all the symptoms, circumstances, emotions that go with it. The app now can tell me, with impressive accuracy, when different hammers are going to come down. Like, the moods. And the danger, fertility! moments. And, yes, the…
Read Morefull commitment
This is a picture, taken by the amazing Brittney Green, during our Labor Day weekend improv festival. The scene (all made up on the spot, of course) is from the little-known musical version of “Fight Club.” This is such a fantastic picture. There are improvisers from five different cities on stage, several who were strangers…
Read Morelabor day telethon utter batshit craziness
Since Labor Day (and the unofficial end of summer, yes yes yes) has just passed, I thought I’d share with you some nuggets from a very, very rich vein of gold on YouTube — clips of the Jerry Lewis MDA Labor Day Telethon. There are so many moments, my heavens, truly a motherlode. I’m going…
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