whoa

So I just stumbled upon a blog that I had for about a second almost exactly a year ago. It’s kind of boring, but it’s always weird to see your life in retrospect.

(Which I guess is kind of obvious now that I think about it, and why people write blogs.)

the dirty dirty

up north, we call it new orleeeeeeens.

it’s that time of the year… again.

it’s time for the yearly self-introspection, reflecting and starting things new. to be honest, last year was a blur. But, of course, I do have a few resolutions — albeit a few days early.

• take more pictures!!!

I never have been the type of person to be the picture-taker. Who likes to stop everything, and tell everyone to say cheese? But really, a picture takes a second to take. And it’s nice to look back and pictures and “remember when…” SO I started collecting the pictures from this winter break. Check out the Legumes take the Mountain.

• Write more.
• be healthy blah blah blah loose weight blah blah (i already quit smoking!). no one really talks about the freshman fifteen of teaching. it sucks. my principle told me it would happen. self-fulfilling prophecy? probably. but still not cool.

I probably have some other ones… but I can’t really think of them right now.

missed connections: BC edition

inspired by my foray into the depths (kind of) of canadian wilderness (kind of), i’ve been checking out what’s going on in the great northern version of cyber-heartache. and all i have to say is BORING. these guys really need to step up the web-tragecomedy. pour example: boring, boring, and really?

although, perhaps no one is feeling too funny. christmas is only two days away.

i did like this one. it fits the over-indulgence of the holiday spirit (note the food imagery).

mirror mirror on the wall

snap shot

instead of photos on the living room wall
we hung only mirrors. It’s been easier
to tell a story about “that one time,”
everyone comes and goes
catching peripheral vision
no ugly duckling stories
everyone calls themselves
Homer, undisputed, leads
each other, rebuilding
upon each other, at each
meeting but self-gazing
we wait
to see the scrapbook page
unfold.

go ask alice

go ask alice

the mirror looks at me
dead on
doesn’t flinch
a ripple in time
i
looking through
to the other side
topsy turvy
just right

huzzah

last day of school tomorrow. i survived.

vomit

I feel like a pile of pumpkin vomit.

 

 

i ate a lot.

new book

I’ve always been really into Anthony Bourdain’s show. He loves food. And he’s not a foodie. He just eats (and eats!). I respect his utter disregard for his own health in the name of food. And hey, his trip to Mexico city made me want to start eating meat again.

Even though I’m only a little ways in, I’m liking it so far. It’s half of a love affair with food, and half of a love affair with the kitchen. The hottest, more stressful, macho place in a restaurant. I remember peering into the window of the kitchen of our restaurant on a hot day, the cooks bathing in their own sweat, and I would feel shame for asking them for one more slice of bread for table 9.

In any case, it seems like Anthony Bourdain is doing what he does best, making unglamorous things seem appealing — in a visceral sort of way.

something new

every day!

i learned a new word. conjugal. i mean, i’d heard it before, but i really don’t think that i knew what it meant. apparently it means anything that has to do with marriage.

Example: conjugal home, conjugal bed, conjugal fight

how is that not the least romantic word ever? CONJUGAL? seriously? it sounds like constrain. or concrete. (of course i suppose it comes from conjoin or something, meaning coming together…)

which incidentally reminds me of a monty python skit about woody and tinny words.