You know, my mom told me about this, and I said it didn't sound like the neighbors, but now it does. Better check the website to see if they've scheduled their next "salon."And running a niteclub in a residential building--grrr. I'm officially old.
Nice to know other young people are too overwhelmed with work, school and life to date. The spirit is willing, the energy level is low.
Ladies Home Journal takes on friendships with "Can this Friendship Be Saved?"
This story about Hurricane Katrina and the people who took it as a chance to vanish is a great story genesis.
And this is an awesome love story. So much better than the NYTimes usual "Modern Love" drivel: The Day The House Blew Up.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Pity Me
I saw Walk the Line last Sunday, and liked it so much I bought the soundtrack. Hush! I know it's not the same as Johnny and June, but it sure is good.
By the way, The Detroit Theatre ($3.50 second run movies, all the time, housed in the original 1920's building) has on its bill this week Transamerica, Walk The Line, Narnia and Brokeback Mountain. Discuss what that implies about the demographics of my town.
By the way, The Detroit Theatre ($3.50 second run movies, all the time, housed in the original 1920's building) has on its bill this week Transamerica, Walk The Line, Narnia and Brokeback Mountain. Discuss what that implies about the demographics of my town.
Another Day, Another Rant
- Dear Dominion East Ohio,
- Dear ex,
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Another Pet Peeve
I have so many, how can you keep up? But today's is:
FLEXITARIAN
For god's sake, just say you're picky and own up to it. Don't try to class it up with a fancy word.
FLEXITARIAN
For god's sake, just say you're picky and own up to it. Don't try to class it up with a fancy word.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
102 Great Dates For Any Budget--By The Editors of Sharpman.com
Right, so having not dated in high school or my 20s, I am way behind the curve on my dating skills and know-how. So what do I do? I research! Sometimes I am such a left-brained librarian sort that even I think I should be stopped. Anyway, what this book reinforces for me is that anything can be a date. Really! Two people+ activity that sparks conversation+food=date. It's practically a formula. There's some good ideas in here. I would like The Book-Lover's Date, where you go to the library or a bookstore and read good passages/favorite bits to each other. The Give Me S'Mores Date. The History In The Making Date (gotta hit the local historical reenactment!) . The Going To The Races Date. Maybe not The Scrapbooking Date--that's a little weird. And I'd have to know a guy well before I'd let him either help rearrange the furniture or do some of my home fixups. But this is a good book--lots of great "give it a shot" activities to break out of the movie rut, they are all very cheap, with the possibility of more expensive options in the same vein. And the book spells out in the introduction that what you want on a date is to pay attention to the other person and have some fun. Dating 101, so to speak.
Now, ha ha, since I am breaking out of being the girl who does too much in a relationship all I have to do is find a guy who would put these ideas in action. More on that later.
Now, ha ha, since I am breaking out of being the girl who does too much in a relationship all I have to do is find a guy who would put these ideas in action. More on that later.
Another Fine Idea Never Implemented
A few years back, I had an idea for a trip I never got around to taking: First, drive out to Spencer, Iowa and visit Dewey Readmore Books, the Spencer Library Cat. Then take a short hop up to Mankato, Minnesota and visit The Betsy-Tacy Museum. Now, what with learning of the existence of the Frank Lloyd Wright Service Station in Cloquet, Minnesota, I'm thinking that I really need to get this plan in gear. Just think--antiquing, bookhunting, thrifting, rolling green hills, pie...
The Midwest--it just pulls you deeper in...
The Midwest--it just pulls you deeper in...
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Books Read
Snare of the Hunter--Helen MacInnes
The Small Bachelor--P.G. Wodehouse
The Thing About Jane Spring--Sharon Krum
The Small Bachelor--P.G. Wodehouse
The Thing About Jane Spring--Sharon Krum
This Time, I Won't Call My Parents To Rant About People's Stupidity
For heaven's sake!
What fucking noblesse oblige! It is not the place of the individual to stand aside to let others have a chance at opportunities. If you want something, go for it. To each according to his needs, to each according to his talents. Besides, it's economic Darwinism out there.
Sometimes, I cannot stand people. Or maybe (and I know, broad brush/gigantic slur here) it's overthinking liberals I can't stand.
What fucking noblesse oblige! It is not the place of the individual to stand aside to let others have a chance at opportunities. If you want something, go for it. To each according to his needs, to each according to his talents. Besides, it's economic Darwinism out there.
Sometimes, I cannot stand people. Or maybe (and I know, broad brush/gigantic slur here) it's overthinking liberals I can't stand.
From the Department of Best Lines and Descriptions
"One of the consolations which we men of intellect have is that, when things come to a crisis, what captures the female heart is brains. Women may permit themselves in times of peace to stray after Shieks and look languishingly at lizards whose only claim to admiration is that they can do the first three steps of the Charleston: but let some matters go wrong; let some sudden peril threaten; and who then is the king pippin, who is the main squeeze? The man with the eight and a quarter hat. " (The Small Bachelor, P. G. Wodehouse, p. 220)
Gut Bombs For Jesus
I have lived in Cleveland for 9 years, and until last night I had never been to a fish fry. I know! In my own defense, I have always wanted to go, but the ex refused to go with me, citing the fact that I don't like fish. I was sure that they must have sides, no? French fries, salad, coleslaw, spaghetti? One can cetainly make dinner of that. Truthfully, I think he was ashamed of his own sacrilegious self. However, I am unchurched and going to hell in many peoples' eyes, being a 2nd generation Bad Catholic, but I love supporting the church. Had we had more than CYO basketball and alter boys back home, I bet I'd be a good Catholic. At least a chuch-going one.
I went down to Saint Mel's and sat for the dinner. It was fabulous. First, Saint Mel! Dinners top out at $6.50. You get a choice of baked or fried fish, mac n' cheese, or pierogies along with 2 sides (applesauce, coleslaw, french fries, cabbage & noodles, or a pierogi) and a piece of bread and butter. I had the wonderfully cheesy mac n' cheese, the best pierogi ever, all crispy on the outside and oozy cheese and potato within, and very bad cabbage and noodles. Eat in also gets free soda and dessert, which was raspberry sherbert. The only drawback was that it was a bit heavy on the tum-tum, if you know what I mean. St. Mel's has a very nice church hall that they must use for weddings and such, since it has its own bar.
We did not have fish frys back in NJ, despite growing up in an area so heavily Italian and Irish Catholic that I was surprised to learn in my mid-teens that there really are Protestants in the world. This is because of a bunch of cultural reasons. Mostly it's due to: 1) It was pretty rural for most of my childhood, and just suburban sprawl now. There's lots of commuting for jobs upstate and in the city. So, lessening church ties and no time in the evening for going and hanging out at the fish fry. 2) Large amounts of Italians, who don't need a special occasion to go out for fish, can make spaghetti with tomato sauce, and Neopolitan style pizza (thin, crispy crust that really only holds cheese. My favorite. It is so hard to get decent pizza out here). So really no market for the fish fry back home. They should really get into the business though.
I went down to Saint Mel's and sat for the dinner. It was fabulous. First, Saint Mel! Dinners top out at $6.50. You get a choice of baked or fried fish, mac n' cheese, or pierogies along with 2 sides (applesauce, coleslaw, french fries, cabbage & noodles, or a pierogi) and a piece of bread and butter. I had the wonderfully cheesy mac n' cheese, the best pierogi ever, all crispy on the outside and oozy cheese and potato within, and very bad cabbage and noodles. Eat in also gets free soda and dessert, which was raspberry sherbert. The only drawback was that it was a bit heavy on the tum-tum, if you know what I mean. St. Mel's has a very nice church hall that they must use for weddings and such, since it has its own bar.
We did not have fish frys back in NJ, despite growing up in an area so heavily Italian and Irish Catholic that I was surprised to learn in my mid-teens that there really are Protestants in the world. This is because of a bunch of cultural reasons. Mostly it's due to: 1) It was pretty rural for most of my childhood, and just suburban sprawl now. There's lots of commuting for jobs upstate and in the city. So, lessening church ties and no time in the evening for going and hanging out at the fish fry. 2) Large amounts of Italians, who don't need a special occasion to go out for fish, can make spaghetti with tomato sauce, and Neopolitan style pizza (thin, crispy crust that really only holds cheese. My favorite. It is so hard to get decent pizza out here). So really no market for the fish fry back home. They should really get into the business though.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
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