Shake shack burger with cheese fries
Cuban Fried pork and plantain sandwich from Tina's
Baohaus buns the pork belly and fried chicken
Friday, June 13, 2014
Meat
One of those days where I'm overpowered by hunger with no consideration to mindfulness. Just want to consume everything meaty and fatty
Monday, June 2, 2014
Shit Kids Say
6 year old boy picks up a tiny marker: this is my golf marker! You know how there are golf pencils? Well this is my golf marker.
Mom taking pictures of the class: I'm not gonna take pictures of you if you look at me
Her son: Stop looking at my mom!
4 year old girl: I'm going to punch you in the penis
4 year old girl after I told her not to jump down from the couch: You know I can fight you
Mom taking pictures of the class: I'm not gonna take pictures of you if you look at me
Her son: Stop looking at my mom!
4 year old girl: I'm going to punch you in the penis
4 year old girl after I told her not to jump down from the couch: You know I can fight you
4 year old girl: do you poop or pee
Me: both
2 year old: I do everything
4 year old: one day were going to have a baby brother
2 year old : and a horse and a cat
2 year old, to me: I'm being nice to you
2 year old: Why did your mom give you the necklace
Me: Because she likes me
2 year old: Oh
2 year old: Your mommy loves you and gives you cake
2 year old, to me: You're such a baby
2 year old: Look I know how to do this it's a ballerina it's beautiful!
2 year old: My name is chubby wubby one day I had a fast dad and slow down dad!
5 year old: Umm, I do not like soup. I eat chicken. My mom doesn't like chicken she just eats salad
Mom: You don't want to share? You had so many!
4 year old: But I wanted more!
Mom: ok after dinner
4 year old: No! Now gimme it now! Gimme it now! Throw it up!
2 year old: Mama has short nails short nails
Me: This baby has a big butt
2 year old : That is so funny that is really funny (but she doesn't laugh)
2 year old, to me: I'm being nice to you
2 year old: Why did your mom give you the necklace
Me: Because she likes me
2 year old: Oh
2 year old: Your mommy loves you and gives you cake
2 year old, to me: You're such a baby
2 year old: Look I know how to do this it's a ballerina it's beautiful!
2 year old: My name is chubby wubby one day I had a fast dad and slow down dad!
5 year old: Umm, I do not like soup. I eat chicken. My mom doesn't like chicken she just eats salad
Mom: You don't want to share? You had so many!
4 year old: But I wanted more!
Mom: ok after dinner
4 year old: No! Now gimme it now! Gimme it now! Throw it up!
2 year old: Mama has short nails short nails
Me: This baby has a big butt
2 year old : That is so funny that is really funny (but she doesn't laugh)
Dream Diary Post 15
Walking to a swimming lesson late at night through the neighborhood passing by SUVs and owners climbing out of them and the occasional sprinkler. I'm in the kids pool at the Y and it's filled with the echoes of screeching children and squeaky flip flops. This girl is demonstrating how if you crouch down under the water and stay there you can die. Nobody dies
Finding someone's smashed Iphone 5 on the floor in the sitting room next to a bundle of just-washed marroon socks in the corner next to a wooden chair with a rattan seat just like the one in the Van gogh's Chair painting.
Shuffling back and forth between the bedroom to the kitchen a pot of beans is on the stove in the 70's style house where the floors are terra-cotta colored stone tiles framed in a criss-cross of dirty grout, and there's that musty curtain ruffle above the windows. I was trying to make sure all the doors are closed before I take a shower, but I kept running into people. The doors were painted teal, forest green, and brown. The murky corner of the spectrum.
Finding someone's smashed Iphone 5 on the floor in the sitting room next to a bundle of just-washed marroon socks in the corner next to a wooden chair with a rattan seat just like the one in the Van gogh's Chair painting.
Shuffling back and forth between the bedroom to the kitchen a pot of beans is on the stove in the 70's style house where the floors are terra-cotta colored stone tiles framed in a criss-cross of dirty grout, and there's that musty curtain ruffle above the windows. I was trying to make sure all the doors are closed before I take a shower, but I kept running into people. The doors were painted teal, forest green, and brown. The murky corner of the spectrum.
my body is not me
It doesn't represent me it was not my choice.
It's merely a vehicle for thought, one that often distorts true character.
I can manipulate it to exude the confidence I want perceived, but success is literally superficial.
Relief when I am called ugly, fat, it is not me.
An ache when I am called pretty, thin, it is not me.
It's merely a vehicle for thought, one that often distorts true character.
I can manipulate it to exude the confidence I want perceived, but success is literally superficial.
Relief when I am called ugly, fat, it is not me.
An ache when I am called pretty, thin, it is not me.
Dream Diary Post 14 Day 83
I barely remember one snippet of my dream because I had like 3 dreams after it. But I remember being in a confined space like an elevator and sipping air through a thing clear tube that was wrapped around a spool. I felt suffocated.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Random Thoughts Day 82
1. John Legend is a real enough person that I feel a mix of excitement and envy for him every time I hear "All of Me" play in every deli and passing UPS truck. It's not like he isn't well known, but it's not like he has the reach of Beyonce, either. And I think it's also because he's not a 17 year old pop new-comer which means he probably doesn't take success for granted nor feel that fame is directly tied to success
2. I think the last time I was unironically excited for a pop group was in second grade for the Spice Girls and N'Sync and Destiny's Child in 3rd/4th grade. Therefore, I don't see how anyone over the age of 10 can be so in love with Taylor's Swift or One Direction. There's just not enough depth to revel in before it sounds like elevator music.
3. I've run out of funny little lines (wait, I was funny?) It's like the well is dry. Just nothing will be conjured up. How did I come up with 3 or 4 of these a day? How do comedians do this constantly? I feel like everyone can come up with a story--bad or good, everyone can come up with something that has a beginning, middle, and end. But a joke? No matter how much you can dissect one to build one up, there has to be some unexplainable click somewhere in there, I think.
4. There's this baby named a really unisex name like Sawyer or Marlowe and I couldn't tell from his/her clothes so when his/her parents introduced him/her I just smiled really widely and was like "hiiii"
5. Question: When individuals publicly comment on the death of a famous person on social media, what is their purpose? Is it:
1. To respectfully salute the person as she/he passes on?
2. To seek solace and communally mourn (mourn communally) with fellow members of society?
3. To subtly brag that yes, they know this person and are interesting enough to have enjoyed their work and contributions? Because honestly, I've never seen you wax poetic about Philip Seymour Hoffman our post the quotes of Maya Angelou or marvel at the extraordinary life of Nelson Mandela when these people were alive. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, though. Maybe you guys all talk about the genius of Peter Seeger at those tupperware parties you never invite me to.
2. I think the last time I was unironically excited for a pop group was in second grade for the Spice Girls and N'Sync and Destiny's Child in 3rd/4th grade. Therefore, I don't see how anyone over the age of 10 can be so in love with Taylor's Swift or One Direction. There's just not enough depth to revel in before it sounds like elevator music.
3. I've run out of funny little lines (wait, I was funny?) It's like the well is dry. Just nothing will be conjured up. How did I come up with 3 or 4 of these a day? How do comedians do this constantly? I feel like everyone can come up with a story--bad or good, everyone can come up with something that has a beginning, middle, and end. But a joke? No matter how much you can dissect one to build one up, there has to be some unexplainable click somewhere in there, I think.
4. There's this baby named a really unisex name like Sawyer or Marlowe and I couldn't tell from his/her clothes so when his/her parents introduced him/her I just smiled really widely and was like "hiiii"
5. Question: When individuals publicly comment on the death of a famous person on social media, what is their purpose? Is it:
1. To respectfully salute the person as she/he passes on?
2. To seek solace and communally mourn (mourn communally) with fellow members of society?
3. To subtly brag that yes, they know this person and are interesting enough to have enjoyed their work and contributions? Because honestly, I've never seen you wax poetic about Philip Seymour Hoffman our post the quotes of Maya Angelou or marvel at the extraordinary life of Nelson Mandela when these people were alive. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, though. Maybe you guys all talk about the genius of Peter Seeger at those tupperware parties you never invite me to.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
We raise children only for them to become traitors
Everyone loves babies (except for the people who don't like babies). They're chubby and soft and adorable and easily entertained (except when they're crying their heads off). Old people dote on them, showering them with treats and toys and funny faces and babies easily express their gratitude, unadulterated enthusiasm whenever the candy-giver and game-player shows his/her face. Old people mistake this for singular affection and appreciation, a magical connection. When really all the babies like you for is because you give them what they want. A juicy strawberry, a riveting game of peek-a-boo. You've merely domesticated a feral animal and she now knows to come to you for sustenance.
People swarm other people who have babies, raucously spitting out baby talk, inquiring about weight, sleeping habits, and diet, it all feels like a real and flowing conversation. But then the baby has to be put down for a nap, and all the grownups realize they really didn't have anything in common after all.
Babies grow up to be children, children have specific and contemporaneous cultural needs. Children are people conscious of social hierarchies and relationships. That toy that might have been adorable and treasured is now embarrassingly outdated. That sweater is too frilly and thick, all they wanted was a t-shirt from Target with the latest Disney fad plastered on the front. Or they didn't want toys or clothes at all, don't you know the newest smart phone renders everything else obsolete?
Children are polite to old people because everyone tells them to be. They're friendly but condescending, egotistically relishing that their mere presence is a whole lot more important to the old people than vice versa. Even as children grow into young adults and adults who appreciate the lives of old people, it is more out of guilt than genuine desire. Even when younger people appreciate the wisdom of experience, there's a bit of humoring involved as the role of caretaker is reversed. A close relationship with an elder becomes something to boast about rather than inwardly appreciate.
People swarm other people who have babies, raucously spitting out baby talk, inquiring about weight, sleeping habits, and diet, it all feels like a real and flowing conversation. But then the baby has to be put down for a nap, and all the grownups realize they really didn't have anything in common after all.
Babies grow up to be children, children have specific and contemporaneous cultural needs. Children are people conscious of social hierarchies and relationships. That toy that might have been adorable and treasured is now embarrassingly outdated. That sweater is too frilly and thick, all they wanted was a t-shirt from Target with the latest Disney fad plastered on the front. Or they didn't want toys or clothes at all, don't you know the newest smart phone renders everything else obsolete?
Children are polite to old people because everyone tells them to be. They're friendly but condescending, egotistically relishing that their mere presence is a whole lot more important to the old people than vice versa. Even as children grow into young adults and adults who appreciate the lives of old people, it is more out of guilt than genuine desire. Even when younger people appreciate the wisdom of experience, there's a bit of humoring involved as the role of caretaker is reversed. A close relationship with an elder becomes something to boast about rather than inwardly appreciate.
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