This is the end

I have wasted the past three years of my life.

Colbert on California's Geographical Fragility

You don't know; California may "snap off like a graham cracker into the ocean."

No lines drawn, no ink dried

Every night, I lie here
Every day I lie here, I die here
Every time I close my eyes
it's no surprise
I can't be found

And where are you? What do you
want, like, need?
How can I find you when I can't find me?

There is a map, you're the destination,
but I'm completely blind.

Can you come my way? Meet me
at this end. Pull me out, and up
to you
from me to you

The Online Relationship

Can I miss you when you are away? Well, at this point you are theoretical. I don't see you. You are neither here nor there. You could be anywhere. So, if you are away it is not different from when you are not away. Words and images are timeless; it is presence that is fleeting. How can I miss your presence when it was naught to begin with?

Fun to Say

Top Down Bottom Up

Noodles & Co

Noodles & Co in the new structure at the corner of South and N Salisbury Streets.
Beware carb addicts and pasta aficionados of the tantalizing lure that is Noodles & Co. Everything about this fortress of boiled goodness is designed to arrest, delight, and leave wanting. I have tried several dishes at this location since its opening in early summer, having tried the franchise only once before in Denver.
I have enjoyed the flavors of each dish and truly cannot complain about their composition, however I am usually left wanting more. There are two reasons for this. One is that I am a carb addict, and one modest "hit" will leave me thirsting. Two is that while I am pleased I can get a meal in the $5 range, I still hate that I am paying this price for a handful of noodles. Yes, yes! I realize I am paying for the service, the delicate stir of the spoon, the splash of oil, the scoop of dried herb from the cheapest wholesaler. This ain't Ramen, no sir. But still, it's noodles!
Until I venture to try a wider variety of dishes, I find the simplest dish the most pleasing - that with only butter and cheese with the option of seasoning. I suppose this is indicative of my worldly palate, longing for simple flavors, and good God almighty love of cheese. Amen.

The Immensity of Composed Word

If there were interesting things to do in this pretty but stifling town, it would not reduce the resounding pleasure I have felt in the past two days from reading non-scientific literature of my choice. This act is one of the soul's treasures.

Rule of Thumb

"Done is better than perfect."

I inherently disagree with this even though I know that it is true.

Nutrients and Waste

I think that raspberries and especially blueberries are really good for me, and I can't wait for my poop to turn blue.

Corn-fed Abs of Steel

I was defrosting corn in the microwave and stirring it halfway through when a single kernel leapt for its icy life out to the edge of the counter top. I quickly leaned against the counter's rounded edge to catch the bold kernel mid-kamikaze. I suppose it was because my hands were still occupied at the level of the microwave, or because I prefer body language to spoken language and practice this choice daily, but instead of reaching down to daintily pry the kernel from it's unwelcome sandwich with my forefinger and thumb, I merely tilted my pelvis until the kernel emerged alone. I know abdominal exercises are good for your core strength and swimsuit, but apparently they have practical applications too!

Tension

If I can't tell my best friend to shut up, then WHO can I tell?

Taco Rico's

Taco Rico's on 52 in Lafayette.
Best and only authentic Mexican food in Tippecanoe yet discovered. Tobin told me about this little restaurant that looks like it used to be a local dive serving chicken fried steak and angina pectoris with a side of taters but is now packed with every Hispanic within a 10 mile radius. On this, my first visit, I had a burrito carnitas. Momma-sized burritos for the Mexicraving in you. It was lovely but I bet it will be better next time since I fully believe the chefs will see me and my burrito-love and know I am a devout customer and deserve to have every morsel of cheese perfectly distributed and melted throughout the burrito. They use cilantro liberally and that is a sign of genius.
Of note: getting a bowl of fresh limes with your chips is so very lovely. And, a momma-sized burrito carnitas will help you make full use of the restroom a good* number of times the next day.

*Good being relative but universally positive, and possibly contingent on whether or not you have ingested pork and/or pork oils more than once in the last 6 months.

Note

I love the feeling when you detect something in your schnoz, obtain a tissue, put tissue to skin, sense that the big block has been blown out into said tissue, and notice that this soft receptacle now holds a small piece of the chicken you just ate for dinner.
Good times.