Birthday in Belize

Howdy folks,
I'm writing from a handy (and cheap) Internet cafe in San Pedro, Belize. We, and our luggage, got here safely yesterday, though not quite at the same time. The puddle jumper plane from Belize City to San Pedro was tiny, I couldn't decide whether to be exhilarated or terrified. Bit of each, I guess.

Our hotel is fairly modest, but there's a wharf, a hammock, and free rum punch. Can\'t ask much more than that. This trip is different from the one to Honduras; there we were isolated in our resort and our every need was pretty much covered. Here, we have to find restaurants and such, fend off charming Rastafarian beggars, and resist the temptations of street vendors. I found a souvenir store with some nice stuff on the cheap though, along with a yoga studio and this here Internet cafe. David is off diving at the moment, but should have his afternoons and evenings free. I think I'm going to take a snorkel tour, maybe tomorrow, and then settle in to some serious lounging.

San Pedro is a strange mix of upscale little establishments, overpriced tourist restaurants, and abject poverty. Everyone is friendly though, and nobody seems to be on a timetable. Letting go of the hectic pace of my last several months is a challenge for me, but I think I'm up to it. The water isn't as clear as Honduras from the shore, and there's more litter, so I think boat snorkeling is probably the plan.

I hope you all have an excellent Christmas, I'm sure, Internet junkie that I am, I'll be writing again soon. Feliz Navidad!

Michelann

Ode to Ebay

In general, I am not a huge Ebay user, but I have been known to dabble. I bought a bunch of saris from India which I used to drape the ceiling of my bedroom at my old apartment. I get my favorite perfume for about half of what it costs new (Annick Goutal Vanille). And recently, against all odds, I found my favorite jeans. Again.

A couple years ago Old Navy created Perfection in Jeans. Ultra Low Rise Flare Stretch Short Jeans. They only made them for a short time, and while I bought two pairs, I wore them into the ground within a year. Being short and round, it is difficult to find jeans that fit properly. Low rise on most people is up to my sternum. Let's not even talk about the travesty that is "slightly below the waist". It's not. So while Ultra Low Rise would make me look like a skanky ho if I was five foot 10 inches, at my diminutive height, it's just right.

These jeans just fit. Snug on the hips, loose on the legs, soft, comfortable, and they look really good. After pair #2 died, I set up an auto search on Ebay for the jeans in the hopes of locating another pair. After buying 3 pairs that were too high in the waist, too big, too long, I hit the jackpot and found another pair. That pair was laid to rest about two months ago.

Today the universe smiled upon me and I won another auction for Ultra Low Rise Flare Stretch Short Jeans. If the baby Jesus is truly smiling upon me, these will be the real deal, and by Christmas I will have one more precious pair of my most favoritest jeans ever.

It could happen...

I love my boyfriend dearly. Among his many excellent qualities, is his ability to say "maybe" in more ways than I previously thought possible. He has no problem saying no, but an absolute yes is a rare occurrence at best, and so I am left to decipher probabilities from the varied flavors of maybe that he uses to indicate level of preference (or lack thereof).

Me: "Can we go out to dinner tonight?"
Him: "I'll think about it."

Me: "Would you do the dishes for me?"
Him: "It could happen."

Me: "Do you want to see a movie today?"
Him: "Mmmm."

"Mmmmm" has many meanings, which can sometimes be decrypted through pitch and timber. A low-pitched "mmm" means, "It is highly unlikely," or "I really would prefer not to." A medium pitched "mmmm" could mean, "Ooh, that sounds nice," or perhaps, "I could really care less one way or the other."

Recently I suggested that perhaps I should get a Magic 8 Ball custom made to display all the possible responses to my yes-no questions.

Will David take me out to dinner tonight?
"It could happen."

Will we go to the movies tomorrow?
"I'll think about it."

Will David help me vacuum the house?
"Mmmmm."

Why Comic Sans is the Devil

So here's the thing. Even though I claim to not be a designer, and am trying to move my career in a more project management direction, I've been realizing that I still have a designer's sensibility when it comes to visuals. The idea of not having an image editing program on my computer is like having my fingers amputated. And even if I can learn to deal with not being able to touch up every photo to my satisfaction, what is truly intolerable is being limited to standard Windows fonts.

At best, these fonts are tolerable. Arial doesn't suck too bad, Courier is great when you want your papers to take up ten pages instead of seven. But the font to be avoided at all costs is Comic Sans. This is Microsoft's version of a "novelty font" and it burns my eyeballs from the inside, it's so fucking ugly. Lately, I've discovered it's also the darling of the academic world. Any teacher who wants to spice up their documents with something beyond the standard Times New Roman uses Comic Sans. Any time I get documents in Comic Sans, I reformat them into something far less offensive, like Verdana. Were I to receive documentation in PDF format, I would probably re-type the whole thing, just to avoid having to look at the carnage Comic Sans makes of perfectly decent text.

While some of the designers I work with far outstrip me in attention to visual detail, on the scale of normal people, I am an anal control freak.

You can sleep when you're dead.

Coffee is the Devil, and it hates me.

A co-worker enticed me to try his special combination of eggnog and fresh coffee. It's heavenly. But coffee makes me feel like my eyeballs are being vibrated out of my skull, and that's the fun part. The less fun part is the irritability, stomach discomfort, and insomnia. Because that's what I need, more stress!

Synergize Your Potentialities

What's more fun than reading Stephen Covey all weekend, I ask you? Why, it's reading Stephen Covey and watching his little brainwashing videos that goes with his brainwashing book. Movies about golden retrievers and six-year-olds playing soccer. I swear, I saw "SUBMIT" flash across my screen at least once.

I have inherited a deep, deep distrust of jargon. And Covey is just chock-full of fun jargon, far-fetched metaphor, and highly unsubstantiated wisdom-nuggets. And charts. Lots and lots of charts.

It's not that I don't like anecdotal books - one of the first books I read for this program was largely anecdotal, but the author did not claim to hold the keys to the universe. He was very up front about the fact that his book was based almost entirely on his experience and observation. This made it much easier for me to put my characteristic dubiousness aside and really hear what the guy had to say.

Covey makes no such distinction. If he believes it, and he can draw a parallel between his belief and a scientific truth, then the reader is supposed to consider it just as irrefutable. His books are very prescriptive: if you perform task A, B will be the result. If B is not the result, than you didn't perform task A correctly. This bugs the crap out of me. Organizational behavior, interpersonal relationships, and self-examination are not fucking stereo instructions. They are messy, difficult, and sometimes impossible tasks that we choose (or not) to slog through during our lives, without knowing if there will be a big earthly or cosmic carrot at the end of the stick. There are no guarantees that if you follow dogma created by someone who is not you, that you will get the same results.

He also casts himself as the hero, the loving guru teaching his flock how they have erred, in almost all his real-world examples. I would find him much more credible if he actually demonstrated the humility he prescribes to his followers.

So I've spent the majority of the weekend reading The 8th Habit, and consequently feeling really annoyed. This is not an uncommon occurrence for me during study weekends, so don't be alarmed. But annoyed is also not a fun way to spend your weekend. I'm going to be REALLY glad when I'm done with this book.

Only in Austin, Vol. 1

When I first moved to Austin in 1996, I was struck by how friendly and talkative people were. In the store, on the street, people would make eye contact with me, say hello, or make conversation. After living in San Francisco for seven years, I automatically assumed they wanted my money.

Eventually, I learned that Southerners are just nice that way. It took getting used to, but now it's one of my favorite things about living here.

But Austinites are a little bit different than your genteel, polite Southerner. The first afternoon I spent in Austin was when my ex and I came out to investigate UT for graduate school. We made our way to his friend's house in Hyde Park, where we had made arrangements to stay, where me met his girlfriend. She was very friendly and talkative, and described to us how eccentric Austinites were - how they would tell strangers random, often somewhat disturbing stories with no provocation. She then proceeded to tell us how her next door apartment neighbor had recently stolen her dog, because she thought the dog had eaten her chickens. In the middle of the city. In an apartment building.

Case in point.

I'm so used to talking to strangers now I barely notice it anymore, but once in a while I have one of those "Only in Austin" conversations.

I went to the post office this morning to ship a large and somewhat fragile container, and decided to wait in line to see a postal worker for advice on what services to use, rather than use the handy computerized DIY system.

The postal worker was very friendly, and I commented on how it was going to get very busy soon at the post office. He replied, "That's what I have Valium for." Amused, I replied, "I'm a prefer Xanex, myself." I think at that moment he felt some kinship with me, and so he told me about how he had really painful urinary stones, and often took Vicoden for them. He also told me about his recent surgery for said stones, and that he was having them with such frequency that his doctor was recommeding further tests, as he has difficulty passing them. This was all by way of telling me how his narcotic pain perscription makes him so loopy that if, for instance, I was rude to him, he would probably say something like, "Stop being such a bitch!" His supervisor has to move him away from the front desk when he's high on Vicodin.

I'm not complaining, I'd rather have a postal worker with low filters, than a repressed one, because we all know how badly that can go. But I think that if a survey was conducted on American cities regarding verbal filtering, Austin would probably be at the bottom of the list.

This is actually an advantage for me, because on the scale of normal people, I have a tendency to over-share, myself. But in Austin, I'm a paragon of restraint.

Make your own seal. Pretty sweet.

The end of my week is taking too long. I feel sandwiched by time, unable to tolerate the discomfort of now, and when it's not uncomfortable, unable to not fixate on how it will be again soon. How's that for a convoluted sentence? Roughly translated, I'm feeling twitchy.

I recently re-read my earliest entries, and one of them was about what I wimp I've become about cold. That trend continues. You can never have enough snuggly scarves and warm socks, when it gets down into the brutal mid-50s here in Texas.

On a less self-indulgent note, I want to say a few words about my family's dog, Zack, who died last week after a short battle with what turned out to be prostate cancer.

Zack was a beautiful dog, tall and lanky with long shiny black fur, and huge, deep, golden eyes. He loved attention, and would bat at you with his foot or nose if you took a break from petting or scratching him for longer than a few seconds. He was a master of inserting himself into tight spaces, using his nose as a boring tool. He was father to eleven gorgeous puppies with his mate Amber. My brother Shaun rescued him as a puppy from squalid conditions, and Steve, our family vet, didn't expect him to survive, let alone grow big enough to mate with Amber. We sure showed him.

Zack was a retriever through and through, and in the absence of freshly killed birds and small mammals to retrieve, he would pick up whatever was lying on the table, counter, or floor. Not to eat or destroy, but just to carry around softly, and offer lovingly to whomever he though would appreciate it the most. I was gifted with many damp washrags in this fashion. He would often carry around multiple items, so one Chirstmas we decided to see how many pieces of wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows we could get him to accept. It was a lot.

Zack is survived by his human parents, Nancy and Dave, human siblings Shaun and Michelann, his canine mate Amber, daughter Ladybug, and niece Bee. He will be missed by all of us.

Happy trails, Zack. May you never run out of soft things to carry around.

Public Service Announcement

David Sedaris is funny as fuck. Here are some links to free versions of some of his best stories, read by the man himself. Most of them are from This American Life, so some of them are later in the program. He can turn mouse-mutilation, feline lukemia, and drug addiction into comic gold.

Fatty Suit
Nuit of the Living Dead
Still Life - Performance Art gone horribly wrong
Papa was not a Rolling Stone - what happens when you force your children to play instruments
The Youth in Asia - This is about pets, not Asia, fyi.

Stuff of the Week

I dressed up like a fairy last night for Tracy and Donald's party. I have enough costume shit in my various closets to construct several fairy costumes without ever having to leave the house. Maybe I shouldn't be admitting this.

I don't know if I can say I'm especially pumped about anything right now. Perhaps I'm just a bit grumpy. Ooh, I am excited about the spell check feature in Firefox 2.0 though. It gives you a little dotted red line under anything you type that looks funky, and if you right click on said word, it gives you the correct spelling. For notoriously shitty spellers, such as myself, this is a godsend.

I am over my dubiousness about my current class, Leadership and Team Development. The professor has won me over, and I think it's going to be a valuable experience. Even though I have to read Stephen Covey. Do you think it's not a coincidence that the guy who plays Locke on Lost looks like him? Seriously. Think about it. Of course, I think the end of season 5 of Buffy is based on the Fisher King myth. So I can pretty much find an allegory in a bag of potato chips, given enough time and caffeine.

I was introduced to the concept of allegory/analogy in the seventh or eighth grade. I was introduced to Jung in the 11th. I didn't understand either for crap for a long time, but I get it pretty well now. In my critical thinking class, we were told to beware of analogies when looking for data for research - they can be misleading. I believe this, I think analogies that are familliar and simple can keep you from looking at a problem objectively, the way a buzzword or cliche can do the same. Because it sounds familliar, it seems true. In fact, I think analogies can be used to hoodwink people into accepting stuff that's pretty unfounded, and herein lies my difficulty with Covey. I think analogy can be used very effectively to clarify a difficult concept, but I don't think it should be used to justify or codify it.

I'll write more about this when I've clarified my own thoughts around it. For now, imagine my distrust of oversimplified analogies is like being locked in a phone booth without a quarter when you have to pee really bad.
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p.s. I know this entry is repeating like three times, blogger is pissing me off.

Current Addictions

My New Hair Color
Note the black streaks:


Mad props to my hair guy, Christian at Orbit.

IMovie on my MacBook
My first ever movie. Simon is chasing a laser pointer, sort of. His elderly dog eyesight is not so great. I learned how to do this at my ProCare mac lesson today. Sweet.

Justin Timberlake
Yes, I have a not-so-secret addiction to hip hop and pop music. JT collaborates with Timberland on his latest CD and it is fierce. I love the way he layers sounds, and the guy really can sing (he also plays actual piano, who knew?). If you're not completely averse to music of the now, check it out.

Wikipedia
I know this isn't breaking news, but I love Wikipedia. Searches run this week:
Enki - Sumerian Deity (I was reading a Sci-Fi book that talks about him)
Pope John Paul II - This was for some info for my final Ethics paper.
North Korea - Tired of only understanding half of what's going on there, I did a bit of reading up.

Tiff's Treats
A local gem, this company makes ungodly good cookies fresh daily and delivers them to your office with milk. Warm. Gooey. I sent some to David's office this week when he and his peeps were working around the clock. Who needs sleep when you have sugar, chocolate, butter and milk?

Like a Laser Beam

That's how focused I am.

Laser-beam focused on doing anything, and I mean anything, but my homework. Do you know what it takes for me to break down and clean my office? Setting time aside? Drinking a lot of espresso? Not being able to see the floor? No. What it takes is my inability to sit down and work on the four, count them, four deliverables I have due on Weds, the last night of my Ethics class.

So now I can see the floor and the surface of the guest bed for the first time in months. I may even get really crazy with it and vacuum. Or, I could do my homework. Except I haven't scrubbed the kitchen, done the dishes, exercised, showered, or washed the dog yet. And all of those things, things I could put off indefinitely on a normal day (except the shower part) sound amazingly enticing when I need to do my homework.

I have mastered the fine art of procrastination.

The colliding of worlds

As I am a gigantic dork, I love it when the different fantasy worlds I like to visit make reference to each other. I'm a big fan of two unintelligible eggs named Weebl and Bob. In their latest adventure, they reference Strongbad, of whom I am also a big fan. This is almost as cool as when, in the very last episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they mentioned Trogdor the Burninator.

I told you I was a dork.

Latest Obsessions

My new MacBook
I love it so. My now former iBook crashed yesterday. Blue Screen of Death - couldn't even get it to start up from the emergency cdrom. Yet the fine people at the Apple Store not only saved all my data, but transferred it in place to my new computer, applications and all. So not only did I not lose the paper I spent all weekend writing (and all my other crap), but I didn't lose another day to reconfiguring my new computer. This is a beautiful thing. The new computer is lighter, has better resolution, better sound, a freaking fast processor, and other things I'm still discovering like this handy built in camera. Observe:

Pretty swank, eh?

Rodney Yee Yoga DVDs
David and I have been doing workouts from this set of DVDs every other day. They're great - a good balance between clear instruction and working your ass out. You can get them at drugstore.com for pretty cheap.

Stila Makeup
Notice my creamy complexion? My flawless visage? No that's not photoshop (okay, maybe a little), it's all my fab Stila makeup. I've been diggin on their eye shadows, lip glosses (not sticky!), blushes, and pressed powder. Plus, they encourage you to buy items free of packaging and stick them in handy, magnetized pallettes, reducing waste. They have some nice perfumes too, if you like that sort of thing.

Bad Buddhist Radio
This is a great podcast that provides a clear, if somewhat irate, introduction to the four noble truths and the eightfold path of Buddhism. Those are kind of a combination of the constitution and the ten commandments, but for Buddhists. Ryu Cope does an introduction to each concept, strips off all the additional mystical crap, and explains what these guidelines really mean. Interestingly enough, they really align with my own values, and also come in handy for discussions and writing in my ethics class. A great place to start if you're interested in the basics of Buddhism.

New Time Wasters
Joe Mathlete Explains Today's Marmaduke
Gaping Void
Zuma - or The Game Responsible for my Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
Ultimate Pie Theft - PacMan, but with Pie
Perez Hilton - I can't decide whether I should love of hate this guy, he's sooo snarky, but his blog is extremely addictive.

Austin Food Bytes - Remember the Alamo

Drafthouse, that is. And this is really an arts review masquerading as a food review. So let me cover the food first, and get it out of the way. The Downtown Alamo Drafthouse has a menu that consists of mostly burgers, pizzas and sides, in addition to a wide variety of beer and wine. The quality ranges from acceptable to decent. No, that's not much range. The chicken sandwiches are good, the fries, not so much. The pizzas are okay, and the occasional specials can be quite nice. The spinach quesadilla is actually quite good and filling, I recommend it. For dessert, you can't go wrong with Amy's Cookies and Cream ice cream covered in chocolate sauce.

What I really want to plug is one of the ongoing signature events at the Alamo Downtown, The Sinus Show. Formerly known as Mr. Sinus Theater, The Sinus Show is loosely based on the Mystery Science Theater model - play bad movies and make fun of them. The three founders, Germ, Owen, and John do this live, almost every weekend. The Sinus Show concept has morphed somewhat over time - they rarely show obscure B-movies anymore, having found their especial niche in iconic 80s flicks. And what a special niche it is. You will never see Footloose, Pretty in Pink, Point Break, Red Dawn, Speed, Showgirls, Xanadu, and a slew of other former blockbusters in the same way again. The Sinus boys have instituted several of their very own traditions, including a drinking game - yelling a response at the screen when a character does or says something repetitive, and "stop the movie" - a point halfway through the movie where they stop rolling and perform a skit based on the film itself and whatever theme has emerged in the commentary. You've never truly seen The Terminator, until you've seen the penultimate scene re-enacted as a ballet to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.

Mr. Sinus is reviving my favorite piece in its repertoire, Dirty Dancing, in November. If you're a Sinus fan already, and you've never seen it, you must. If you've never been to a Sinus Show, this is the perfect opportunity to see the Sinus boys at their most obscure, sophomoric, intellectual, political and hysterical. Be warned, the Sinus Show can be raunchy, and the language risque, so you might want to see it for yourself before you bring your parents for a family night. Another Sinus tip - if they're premiering a new movie, wait for late in the run to see it, as they've usually ironed out the kinks by then. When it's a revival of a show they've done before, any night is a safe bet.


Mr. Sinus on Myspace
Mr. Sinus Website
The Alamo Drafthouse

Austin Food Bytes - Artz Ribs

Several people have asked me if they can write BBQ reviews. Pretty much anyone is more qualified to write one than I am. I'm a Californian (I have yet to find any good BBQ restaurants in California, believe me, I've tried), and a hack when it comes to cooking BBQ myself. BBQ seems to hold an almost religious status in the minds of aficionados. The preparation is fiercely debated - marinade or rub? Coal or wood? Sauce or no sauce? The intricacy of this ritual, and the fervor with which it is discussed is something I cannot hope to be more than witness to. But, I know what I like, and I like Artz Ribs.

Artz is the perfect Austin joint. They have live music most of the week, usually folk-country influenced. It's homey and comfortable, and has a back porch and a small bar in addition to a sizeable restaurant with big, red and white checked tablecloths. There's also a banquet/party facility in the back. The sides are nothing to write home about - beans, potato salad, sliced bread, onions and pickles. However, you can request a largish garden salad as a substitute for your sides, which I often do.

Artz specialty is the meat. Well-seasoned, smoky, and moist, it's all good, no matter what you order. My favorites are the smoked chicken and the country-style ribs. The country-style ribs are kind of a cross between pork chops and spare ribs - heavily seasoned, rich, and extremely meaty, you can order two or three - I've never been able to make it through more than two. The chicken is smoky and moist, and makes for a great lighter option. The sauce is tangy, not too sweet or heavy. I have a vague recollection that the desserts are good, but it's been so long since I was still hungry enough to try them after my meal, I'm not a reliable source.

Artz is located on South Lamar near Kirby Lane. For menu, hours, and info on catering and events, visit http://www.artzribhouse.com/.

I marvel at my own cleverness. A lot.

These are my sarcastic and ever so witty responses to one of those "get to know your friendz!!!" emails that seem to show up at least once a month. I had more fun with this one. Please admire my rapier wit, or not.

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Read through the comments below about your friend and then make sure you
read the instructions at the bottom (which are not in any way redundant at all in any way). Have fun! (I will !! :))

1. What time is it?

8:25 am

2. What's your full name?

Heather Michelann Oster
3. What are you most afraid of?

Cockroaches and highly unethical people. Unethical cockroaches are the worst.

4. What is the most recent movie that you've seen in a theater?

Xanadu (Mr. Sinus). It was dreamy. Just ask David.

5. Place of birth?

Santa Barbara, CA

6. Favorite New Food?

Not Sure About The New Part. Dim sum, sushi, shortbread, pecan pralines, chicory café au lait, salmon, anything my brother cooks.

7. What's your natural hair color?

Dark ash blonde

8. Ever been to Alaska?

No

9. Ever been toilet papering rolling?

Yes, I worked in a factory rolling toilet paper until my tragic toilet paper rolling accident. Now I have to use paper towels to wipe my ass. Oh wait, did you mean something else?

10. Love someone so much it made you cry?

Yes. Especially when he locks me in the closet without dinner. Kidding.

11. Been in a car accident?

Yes. They suck. Except the part after where I got a hot new car. Neck pain, not so much.

12. Favorite day of the week?

Saturday

13. Favorite Restaurant?

NOLA, Commander's Palace, Fonda San Miguel, Hudson's on the Bend, my parents' house.

14. Favorite Flower?

Lavender

15. Favorite sport to watch?

Golf. Shut up.

16. Favorite Drink?

Top-shelf tequila on ice.

17. Favorite ice cream?

Amy's ginger snap, Chubby Hubby

18. Disney or Warner Bros.?

Bugs is way cooler than Mickey, and everyone hates Goofy.

19. Favorite fast food restaurant?

Taco Deli

20. What color is your bedroom carpet?

Light beige. Except where Simon threw up on it.

22. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email?

Emily. She's funny.

23. What do you do most often when you are bored?

Nap, web surf, read, whine.

24. Bedtime?

11 with my friend Lunesta, 12 without. Try IMing me about a half hour after I've taken it. That gets interesting.

25. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest?

David. Kidding.

26. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond?

That would be David.

27. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their
responses?

Let's see if Emily can raise the sarcasm bar.

28. FAVORITE TV SHOW ?

THE ALL CAPS SHOW!!! Also, Buffy, Angel, Queer Eye, anything home-improvement from the BBC, Chappelle Show.

29. What are you currently reading?

Ethical leadership books for school

30. Ford or Chevy?

Ew.

31. What are you listening to right now?

Air conditioners and chatter.

33. What are your favorite colors?

Purple, dark red, pink.

34. How many tattoos do you have?

three

35. How many pets do you have?

One Simon. Species and gender negotiable.

36. Which came first the chicken or the egg??

Which came first?? Morons, or multiple punctuation marks!!???

37. What would you like to accomplish before you die?

To cure the world of bad punctuation. Kidding. To live courageously and compassionately and help others do the same.

38. How many people are you sending this e-mail to?

Not many. Not everyone appreciates my sparkling wit.

39. DO YOU HAVE A DREAM.

SOMETIMES I DREAM OF A WORLD WHERE EVERYONE IS SHOUTING IN MY HEAD!!!

40. Favorite all time movie.

Sense and Sensibility, LOTR, Cabaret, Some Like it Hot, lots more

RETURN DIRECTIONS: Now, here's what you're supposed to do... and
please do not spoil the fun (why would I want to do that?). Hit forward, delete my answers, and type in your answers. Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you (I'm glad they're clear about that – I wouldn't want to forget.) The theory is that you will learn many little known facts about those who know you. (that's a great theory!) Remember to send it back to the person that sent it to you.(Thanks, I almost forgot.)

My additional questions:

How many of these things have you filled out in the last five years?
At least 5, but then I love talking about myself.

What's up with the Alaska question?
I don't know. What is up with that?

Does your blood pressure go up when you read bad grammar and punctuation?
Do I even need to answer that?

Should I ever send you one of these ever again?
I'm a whore for attention, so bring it on!

Latest Addictions

chili-Spiced Dried Mango
Utterly addictive. Dried mangos coated in cayenne and salt. Oh. My. God. I got mine at Trader Joe's when we were in California last weekend. This weekend will be dedicated to finding it somewhere in Austin so that I can be supplied with it for the rest of my life.

DSW Shoes
I know, this is old news. But I've recently re-discovered shoe shopping and they have a great selection. I got really comfortable, ultra-cute shoes for Shaun's wedding, and now I can't stay away from the place. My feet are currently living in a zone somewhere in between being able to tolerate the torture devices most people consider cute shoes, and all-Dansko, all the time. So DSW provides me with lots of different brands to try. While I may not be getting the turquoise alligator stiletto pointy-toed shoes my friends enjoy, I did find a nice pair of gold sandals that aren't too bad.

The Ginger People
This company makes all things ginger, and I love me some ginger. The ginger chews are slightly milder versions of the Vietnamese candy. They have hard candies too, which are great. The new "ginger soother" drink packs a punch, but is relatively mild compared to most soft drinks, and is flavored with honey, which tastes great. I just tried the ginger-snaps for the first time and they are heavenly. You can get a lot of the stuff at Whole Foods, but some is only available on the website.

Bi Bim Bap
I've known about this dish for a long time, but I managed to eat it twice this week and enjoyed it both times. Next time you go to a Korean eatery, try it out. It's like the Bun of Korean food - if they can do it right, you know you've found a good place. Rice topped with several kinds of veggies, meat, and a fried egg. The perfect meal, it's heavy on the veg and light on the meat, but satisfying and filling.

Downloading TV on ITunes
I've been mostly happy with my choice to go tv-free a couple years ago, but I miss a few of my favorite shows. While Netflix fills the void somewhat, that takes planning and thought. On ITunes, for the fantastically absurd, yet not inconceivable price of $1.99, I can watch an episode of Buffy, Queer Eye, and a growing library of other great shows. It's such a small price, but I am sure it's going to add up very quickly, and when compared to the amortized cost of cable or video rental, it's a serious fucking racket. Call me a sucker. I dare you.

Taking a breath

I've just finished my second semester of graduate school. Woo! Now I get my first break - four whole weeks of just full time work, at least until the teacher decides to give us pre-class homework.

Shaun and Kris's wedding was fun, and very them. The food was great, I danced my ass off, and everyone seemed to have a good time. It was a quick trip for me and David, and I had to do my final presentation for Strategy class 24 hours after we got back.

I have no idea what to do with my evenings now! I guess all the things I did when I was avoiding my homework, but without the guilt. Where's the fun in that?

Good time to catch up with friends, do some pleasure reading, maybe get some extra exercise in. The sky is the limit. For four weeks. But at least we get a good long break between fall and spring semesters as well.

Jump Back

I have to give a shout out to the Sinus Boys. Most Austinites know about The Sinus Show, formerly known as Mr. Sinus Theater. It's a movie, with three witty, erudite men making clever commentary on the dialogue, production values, and whatever else strikes their collective fancy.

It's also absurd, vulgar, stupid, and hysterically funny at times. David and I saw Footloose tonight, a la Sinus. Jesus, was it funny. It's a stupid movie, but not as painfully bad as many of those they've lampooned, yet it affords ample opportunities for the Boys to rock the comedy, hard. I heartily recommend you make the time to check it out.