it's not you I'm looking at...

cookie monster

The problem with me making chocolate chip cookies is I eat so much of the dough during the making process that by the time they are done and I'm supposed to put them in the oven, I'm sick to my stomach and can barely stand the site of them. This often leads to me struggling with plastic wrap over the bowl, putting it in the fridge. That generally means for the next week I'll nibble on the dough in the fridge but never actually make any cookies.

Too much of my life follows that model.

Missing

Just finished, "Among the Missing" a short story collection of estrangement, distance and the road to...well...death I suppose. Very nice and depressing - I thoroughly enjoyed it, but had to wonder if it's what I should be reading....

art of nothing

Here's a company that really has it going on.

by way of work hate.

Camp Charlie

My neighbor after being asked if he and his wife camp:

"sure we've camped, and by that I mean stayed in a non chain motel"

New ways

Right next to the phone cards in Target. Talk about a new way to buy music. Brick and mortar dealing with how to sell invisible things. This shift is more noteworthy than the format change.

And, in other new ways of doing things, dodgeball came up twice this wknd in conversation. Denver isn't on the list yet, which is probably fine, if Denver got any smaller....
Oh, not talking about this dodgeball either - though that sounds fun.

Speaking of, wasn't someone going to organize a summer kickball league?

New methods

Fascinated by the article in Readymade about Method soap. 2 roomates post college hating to clean decide to create soap company. Now, 3 years later, they are wildly successful, in targets and homes all over the place. Their hook? Design.

Design seems to be the next step in merchandising. We assume quality, prices are low, so now we need design. The philippe starck juicer, the michael graves shredder, even a todd oldham lazy boy. It's no longer just jeans that have the designer label, it's all the way down to your dish soap dispenser. So, what's next? What niche market can be dominated solely by design?

Doc, I've got a twitch...

I was at the clinic last night, where the heck were you?

Thing of beauty

and then and then and then

I stopped by ananova the other day, hadn't been there in a while and e had a link to it. The story on "bikini body over raise" caught my eye, and then of course the one about the german couple who went to a fertility dr. only to find the problem was they weren't having sex, then the one about the new sexual chocolate. At this point I realized, I can't link to all that! So just go check out the site. Plenty of fun.

All of that reading reminded me of the story a friend told me about bmw owners having the most sex so I looked it up for you all. It may just be true...and is it coincidence that one of my friends traded in his bmw immediately after getting married? You decide.... Also reminded me that I need to get that bmw motorcycle going....

Future Tense

Sometimes you get a glimpse of what you're going to look like in the future. Here's me 30 years from now, riding my motorcycle, dialing on my cellphone.

Sunny side up

In addition to being the year of the mullet, it's also the year for improving oneself. Porter says he'd like to see more action less talk, my brother says be a nicer, friendlier person, and my personal trainer says, well, do something, anything.

Checked out the new Racine's with laloque's trophy bf today. So, with all of that "positivism" in mind, I really liked the ceiling. The whole thing, the barrel design and the wood finish. Very nice. I also liked the lighting. Each section has it's own lighting "theme". One area has a bunch of the lights from the old racine's, one some mid century styling woven circles, another an ultra modern look, etc. Very nice. We both were initially concerned by all the surveillance cameras hanging from the ceiling, but were acquiesced by the waiter who explained they were actually speakers, "they bounce the sound off the ceiling". You'll have to decide if that's true for yourself.
There's a weird feeling of deja vu of the old racine's with the raised back section, familiar chairs and center bar - not to mention the 3 primary clientele types, violet crowd, slightly odd crowd, and the old.

Somebody please tell me where to eat breakfast in Denver...

Azithromycin

Crazy thing about being sick is you feel like you'll never get better again. At least I feel that way. I keep thinking things like, "man...imagine swallowing food without pain!"

Can't wait until I get better. And I'm so lucky I have my health 99% of the time.

Help!

OK. I need some help. I'd like to reconnect with some people I used to know. Where do you fit in? You know, that whole six degrees thing, maybe somebody you know knows somebody that knows the people I'm looking for. So here goes:

Katie O'Day. When she reached for my hand in 2nd grade when the lights got low and the film started I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. She was amazing in that red outfit. That was Chadds Ford Elementary school, 1978. And yes, they really did take the mayfair and may pole that seriously.

That one girl in high school that I can't remember the name of. Well, shoot. Guess I'm out of luck on that one. But she was hot!

Sandra (Sandy) Steinhoff. This should be easy. Graduated Green Mt. High School, class of 1989. Went to Colorado School of the Mines. Last known address one of the Carolinas. Parents moved to Nevada at some point.

Melissa Faussett. Has a brother named Joe. Also Green Mt. grad in 89. Went to Oregon State. Where is she now? Heard rumor she got married, moved to Alaska and then to Rhode Island. Dubious of all rumors.

John Jones IV. (see? Not all girls...) Simpson College. Married Karen. Grad school at Wheaton.

Oh and there's more, that's just a start. Just want to see if it works.

So, help me out! I should have email addresses in a week, yes?

Year of the...

I'm thinking it's the summer of the mullet. Who's with me?

Friend or Foe

Interesting realization this week. Donna was surrounded in her upbringing by a father and a grandfather who were really handy. If the car was broke, they fixed it. Same with pretty much everything else around the house. Consequently, it's status quo for her when I replace the fuel pump in the trooper, or plumb in the sink or whatever else I want to feel like a hero about. So while I want to dance around and sing, "look at me, look at me" like the 7 year old going off the diving board for the first time, she, not lifting her eyes, just thinks, "uh, big deal, that's what people do. whaddya want? a gold star??"

Nice thing about this realization is it helps me understand her point of view better. No wonder she's not impressed. Heck, her dad can weld aluminum. I can't do that - yet.

"I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies"
--Adam Ant

DFA

Death from Above last night at the lion's lair. Nice picture, huh? Can't see anything. Well, that's the lion's lair alright. Maybe this cell phone camera isn't such a good idea....
I think they'll be big though, even though Sean is skeptical. Another in a list of bands from Toronto. Their schtick? Just 2 guys, a drummer and a bass player. And no, they don't sound like the white stripes or the black keys.

Oh, and did I mention? They were both sporting mustaches....