television, poking, detergent.

It is morning, once again (funny how that works) I slept in. It felted amazing. I woke up to find that Elliot Smith. He now joins the exclusive club of melancholy artists who took an early exit. pity.

Also, very nice people have sent me some good information on acupuncture. My goal is to get a little healthier and have less chronic health problems (of which there seem to be many at the moment, though less then there used to be)

Last night we watched two really nifty documentaries (on dorky pbs of course) about pearls and blood diamonds. Definitely fascinating. Especially the whole process developed by Mikimoto. It seems that pearls are now mostly bought in the United States. Everyone wants them and is mad about them.
I couldn't agree more. A pearl necklace never hurts a girl's ego.

The whole piece on blood diamonds was equally cool. Partly because you see how impossible it is to keep a tight control over that aspect of the industry and how easy it is for diamonds to be smuggled and gain legitimacy. Especially once it reaches Antwerp.

....

Today I shall launder, vaccum, and go to the market. Oooo the fun.

deep breath

Today I am making boeuf bourguignon. I have not made it in quite awhile and I am using a classic recipe out of the Alice B. Tolkas cookbook. A lot of the recipes in this book are antiquated in some of the techniques, but it is such fun to do a few things now and then. It is a bit like playing in history.

It is a personal favorite book, with wonderful stories of Gertrude Stein, surviving world war two and all the various cooks/maids they had.

Really this recipe is an excuse to have a lot of wine and meat.

Why I am afraid of cable television.

I tried (emphasis on tried) watching that Newlyweds show that follows the first year of wedded bliss between Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey.
I think I have had an aneurysm within the last fifteen minutes. She can not be that incredibly stupid can she? I think if she had a kid she would lose him in a closet or something.
The husband...I want to pity him, but he knew what he was signing up for.
argh...how can they be? It is too fucking much.
She spends hours trying to figure out how to cook. He has to explain what unraveling a hose means. These people are insane.
Stop them. Please.


I had to turn off the television because I was so disturbed by what I saw.
*whimpers and hides under the table for awhile*

I think I am going to keep the television on pbs for the rest of the year (with occasional forays to watch the daily show and MI-5) *shudders*

what is the secret word of the day.

We saw Love Actually. It was so deliciously Richard Curtisy that I nearly fainted with joy.
Oh Andrew and I just loved the movie to pieces.
British people, love, funny stuff, and more love.
*hops around the apartment all goofy-like*

Even you cynical bastards ought to see this movie. It might calm all of you down a bit.

The man loved my beef burgundy. It was meatylicious.

We also had a hilarious experience on the bus, where we watched a couple kinda play out the relationship between Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain.
A small portion of conversation.
"fuck you and your fucking courtney-like fucking cunt fucking self. fuck you you fucking piece of fucking paper, why don't you fucking break my fucking jaw so I will shut the fuck up. fucking fuck you, I only fucked you because you fucking are a fucking whore. I only fucking came, because I was fucking thinking about someone else. fuck you."

Yeah, touch that Laurence Olivier.

*giggles and then thinks about how much she loved the movie*

sweet

Love Actually is deliciously good I order everyone to see it.
Immediately.

Just to watch Hugh Grant dance it up and Bill Nighey be all Keith Richards-like.


Yeah!

Kid Notorious is about to come on. I am soooooooooooo filled with glee.

no I did not eat speed for dinner

So...who do you think the alleged famous person in my life was?

I am a post-whore.

Anyways, Kid Notorious is very hip and cool if you know a lot about movies, broadway, and pop culture.
I suspect it will fail in the end, much like the critic did, because it is very inside-jokeish.
But I fucking love it. But I hold a deep fondness for Bob Evans. I always holds fond memories of certain people who linger in my past.

To truly understand the guy you should read his book and see the documentary made about him.
He has balls the size of Wisconsin. He is very generous and he knows what's what.

Ah Bob...how I miss you.