or should I say, rice pudding?
Anyway, my ex turned me onto tapioca. A very simple but magical-seeming food. At least the way he made it.
While I was waiting to checkout at my favorite Asian supermarket, I passed by the tapioca section and picked up a couple packs for him on impulse. The pastel confetti colors looked like fun, and I couldn't resist the acid lime green. Hey, maybe these would score high on the rainbow diet, haha. I'm not sure if they're supposed to be for bubble drinks or pudding, but he'll figure out something to do with them. Maybe I'll keep the green one for myself. It does look kind of disgusting, but I've been known to eat almost anything.
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04/28/2006 13:59 #36698
red herringCategory: food
04/27/2006 00:10 #36697
cl m4w translationsCategory: craigslist
this is only the tip of the iceberg, but it's a start.
what they say / what it means
likes to cuddle / will be all over you like a cheap suit the second he's within groping distance
looking for daytime fun / the best time to cheat on my wife/girlfriend is when's she's working her ass off to support me
I'm selective with women preferring quality over quantity / I use this ridiculous line every time, but only the really stupid/naive women fall for it.
So, I really have to start hanging out with the biker crowd. This cute biker guy struck up a conversation with me while we were waiting to order dim sum to go on Sunday. Damn! he was cute. And I never noticed those tempura-fried mini-fish with the eyeballs until he pointed them out. Yeah, that would be way easier to consume while you're biking down Clement than most other options. And today I saw several other promising specimens of same the genre... My God! Those guys have impeccable control...
Balancing upright at stop lights, that is -- what did you think I meant? haha!
what they say / what it means
likes to cuddle / will be all over you like a cheap suit the second he's within groping distance
looking for daytime fun / the best time to cheat on my wife/girlfriend is when's she's working her ass off to support me
I'm selective with women preferring quality over quantity / I use this ridiculous line every time, but only the really stupid/naive women fall for it.
So, I really have to start hanging out with the biker crowd. This cute biker guy struck up a conversation with me while we were waiting to order dim sum to go on Sunday. Damn! he was cute. And I never noticed those tempura-fried mini-fish with the eyeballs until he pointed them out. Yeah, that would be way easier to consume while you're biking down Clement than most other options. And today I saw several other promising specimens of same the genre... My God! Those guys have impeccable control...
Balancing upright at stop lights, that is -- what did you think I meant? haha!
jason - 04/28/06 15:11
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04/25/2006 00:24 #36696
EisleyCategory: music
usersound: Eisley / Plenty of Paper
04/22/2006 13:54 #36695
I might like you better if we...Category: dating
Ok, get this. Another craigslist style non-love story.
So this guy seems interesting from his post -- down-to-earth, enjoys going to "alt bands kind of concerts." So we decide to meet for a beer at Lucky 13. I recognize him from his photo, although my suspicions raised by the blur-motion over-flashed quality bear true. Just goes to show the mind fills in what it wants if you leave something to the imagination. Anyway, he's not bad-looking, and god knows I'm no grand prize. So we get a couple beers and settle into a table by the jukebox.
I"ll just cut to the chase here instead of boring you with the middle part.
The next day I send him the "nice to meet you" email, thanking him for the beer and saying next time it'll be on me. I was a little conflicted about that, because I didn't feel any sparks and couldn't tell if he did. So I'm not sure if I want to give the green light, whatever that means.
Let me just back up here and say, no one could have been happier if our eyes had locked across a crowded a bar, and we spontaneously abandoned our still foamy Racer 5s, hopped on his motorcycle and dashed back to his place to screw our brains out. But it didn't happen that way. Sigh.
So, back to reality.
He writes back:
Hey Lisa - Thanks for the email. I like the music and tech connections, but I gotta admit that when you left I thought you weren't interested, while I would have been happy to go to one of our places, get high, and listen to music. :) Perhaps I should have suggested that.
I have plans for tonight and have work going on intermittently through the weekend, but if you wanted to come over and hang out for a bit, that would be cool. Give me a call tomorrow or send your #. Ending with his number.
So I'm thinking we're on the same page, and this is a good opening to keep the expectations on track, whatever that means. So I write back:
Hey Jeff - I'm not sure exactly how interested I am, to be honest. I'm a bit of a loner, and I tend to think too much (a habit I'm trying to break). It's a combination that has made it very easy for me to talk myself out of things in the past (another habit I'm trying to break). All I'm saying is, you seem interesting, and I'd like to get to know you better -- even if we just end up being friends, or another craigslist story. That's enough for me for now, if it's enough for you.
That being said, listening to music and getting high sounds like a great way to get to know each other. I have to tell you though, I'm a lightweight in that regard and prefer to stay that way. But a little goes a long way, and I'd be happy to join you some time. btw, I'm not telling you this as a set-up to take advantage of me. ;-)
So he writes back:
Well OK then. Pretty much what I perceived. No worries at all.
Can I be somewhat crass, and suggest that I really wondered, as I was sitting across from you at the bar last night, if we could just be lovers, knowing that we could also occasionally do stuff together outside the bedroom. Something about you stirred the carnal within me, and I wondered if we could speak better with our bodies than our words. I would like a regular lover without much in the way of strings. I'm safe and clean, selective with women preferring quality over quantity. It might just nourish all that each of us needs.
Give it a thought, then stop if it stirs something else and give it a go. We could have fun.
So a few things immediately run through my mind. First, I'm relieved the guy was at least attracted to me enough to make the suggestion. Second, that sounds like a refreshing and appealing idea -- I just wish I felt more of an attraction in return. Third, wait a minute? Is he saying I'm a boring conversationalist? I think I'm offended by that! ;-)
Ok, so maybe I do think too much. I'm not one to kiss and tell (although everything up to that part is fair game, apparently), but I think it's ironic I haven't even kissed the guy, yet here I am blogging about whether or not I should meet him for a sex date tonight. Is that weird or is it just me? Don't answer that.
UPDATE:
Ok, THAT was a bad idea. Don't ever let me do that again.
So this guy seems interesting from his post -- down-to-earth, enjoys going to "alt bands kind of concerts." So we decide to meet for a beer at Lucky 13. I recognize him from his photo, although my suspicions raised by the blur-motion over-flashed quality bear true. Just goes to show the mind fills in what it wants if you leave something to the imagination. Anyway, he's not bad-looking, and god knows I'm no grand prize. So we get a couple beers and settle into a table by the jukebox.
I"ll just cut to the chase here instead of boring you with the middle part.
The next day I send him the "nice to meet you" email, thanking him for the beer and saying next time it'll be on me. I was a little conflicted about that, because I didn't feel any sparks and couldn't tell if he did. So I'm not sure if I want to give the green light, whatever that means.
Let me just back up here and say, no one could have been happier if our eyes had locked across a crowded a bar, and we spontaneously abandoned our still foamy Racer 5s, hopped on his motorcycle and dashed back to his place to screw our brains out. But it didn't happen that way. Sigh.
So, back to reality.
He writes back:
Hey Lisa - Thanks for the email. I like the music and tech connections, but I gotta admit that when you left I thought you weren't interested, while I would have been happy to go to one of our places, get high, and listen to music. :) Perhaps I should have suggested that.
I have plans for tonight and have work going on intermittently through the weekend, but if you wanted to come over and hang out for a bit, that would be cool. Give me a call tomorrow or send your #. Ending with his number.
So I'm thinking we're on the same page, and this is a good opening to keep the expectations on track, whatever that means. So I write back:
Hey Jeff - I'm not sure exactly how interested I am, to be honest. I'm a bit of a loner, and I tend to think too much (a habit I'm trying to break). It's a combination that has made it very easy for me to talk myself out of things in the past (another habit I'm trying to break). All I'm saying is, you seem interesting, and I'd like to get to know you better -- even if we just end up being friends, or another craigslist story. That's enough for me for now, if it's enough for you.
That being said, listening to music and getting high sounds like a great way to get to know each other. I have to tell you though, I'm a lightweight in that regard and prefer to stay that way. But a little goes a long way, and I'd be happy to join you some time. btw, I'm not telling you this as a set-up to take advantage of me. ;-)
So he writes back:
Well OK then. Pretty much what I perceived. No worries at all.
Can I be somewhat crass, and suggest that I really wondered, as I was sitting across from you at the bar last night, if we could just be lovers, knowing that we could also occasionally do stuff together outside the bedroom. Something about you stirred the carnal within me, and I wondered if we could speak better with our bodies than our words. I would like a regular lover without much in the way of strings. I'm safe and clean, selective with women preferring quality over quantity. It might just nourish all that each of us needs.
Give it a thought, then stop if it stirs something else and give it a go. We could have fun.
So a few things immediately run through my mind. First, I'm relieved the guy was at least attracted to me enough to make the suggestion. Second, that sounds like a refreshing and appealing idea -- I just wish I felt more of an attraction in return. Third, wait a minute? Is he saying I'm a boring conversationalist? I think I'm offended by that! ;-)
Ok, so maybe I do think too much. I'm not one to kiss and tell (although everything up to that part is fair game, apparently), but I think it's ironic I haven't even kissed the guy, yet here I am blogging about whether or not I should meet him for a sex date tonight. Is that weird or is it just me? Don't answer that.
UPDATE:
Ok, THAT was a bad idea. Don't ever let me do that again.
jenks - 04/25/06 20:28
ooh that (update) sounds like great journal fodder. Tell tell.
ooh that (update) sounds like great journal fodder. Tell tell.
jenks - 04/22/06 15:30
PS I didn't know there's a craigslist movie. Will have to check that out ASAP. (there's also a little myspace quickie movie that's hysterical.)
PS I didn't know there's a craigslist movie. Will have to check that out ASAP. (there's also a little myspace quickie movie that's hysterical.)
jenks - 04/22/06 15:22
haha, I think we're kindred spirits. when are you coming to visit?! After last saturday's debacle I sent the guy a message saying "sorry, that's not how i meant for things to go... I didn't mean to get so fucked up. Sorry you left early" and he wrote back "I think you're looking for more than I have to offer." I almost fell off my chair. I wanted no strings attached sex. How much LESS could I want? Oy. My ex might have had it right, when in a misguided effort to cheer me up, he said "don't worry about it... boys are gross and we smell funny anyway."
haha, I think we're kindred spirits. when are you coming to visit?! After last saturday's debacle I sent the guy a message saying "sorry, that's not how i meant for things to go... I didn't mean to get so fucked up. Sorry you left early" and he wrote back "I think you're looking for more than I have to offer." I almost fell off my chair. I wanted no strings attached sex. How much LESS could I want? Oy. My ex might have had it right, when in a misguided effort to cheer me up, he said "don't worry about it... boys are gross and we smell funny anyway."
mrdt - 04/22/06 14:07
absolutely. it seems to me that you two have more in common than you think, just make sure if you use it put a hat on it.
absolutely. it seems to me that you two have more in common than you think, just make sure if you use it put a hat on it.
paul - 04/22/06 14:02
You could have single handedly been the craigslife movie. In some weird way I am kind of jealous of the mystery. On the other hand I would have killed half of them and ended up in jail.
You could have single handedly been the craigslife movie. In some weird way I am kind of jealous of the mystery. On the other hand I would have killed half of them and ended up in jail.
04/21/2006 21:37 #36694
Doggie SocialiteCategory: pets
I had lunch with Ron today, and he showed me the hat he made for Sammi to wear to her charity ball tonight. I tried to take a picture with my camera phone, but it didn't do it justice. Luckily he sent me some pictures of her modelling it.
The charity event features an auction of unique dog and cat habitats designed by architects. So Ron fashioned a Beach Blanket Babylon style fire hydrant dog house with Sammi's name on the firehat over the front door, stencils of Dalmatians wearing firehats, a couple ladder cutouts and a firetruck cutout. And of course a cute pup inside!
It's quite the fashion accessory. I think Ron has a future as a high end milliner.
The charity event features an auction of unique dog and cat habitats designed by architects. So Ron fashioned a Beach Blanket Babylon style fire hydrant dog house with Sammi's name on the firehat over the front door, stencils of Dalmatians wearing firehats, a couple ladder cutouts and a firetruck cutout. And of course a cute pup inside!
It's quite the fashion accessory. I think Ron has a future as a high end milliner.
ladycroft - 04/22/06 18:31
what a beautiful pooch!
what a beautiful pooch!
jenks - 04/22/06 12:27
haha. there's a store at home, "Edna Mae's Millinery" that always cracks me up. it may well be a haberdashery as well.
haha. there's a store at home, "Edna Mae's Millinery" that always cracks me up. it may well be a haberdashery as well.
twisted - 04/22/06 12:06
I really wanted to work in "haberdashery," but that seemed over the top. ;-)
Hey Paul, no eye makeup -- that's her natural coloring.
I really wanted to work in "haberdashery," but that seemed over the top. ;-)
Hey Paul, no eye makeup -- that's her natural coloring.
mrdt - 04/22/06 02:28
yeah really, i wonder if that's what anthony burgess had in mind when he wrote "a clockwork orange."
milliner-someone who designs hats. that's super duper
yeah really, i wonder if that's what anthony burgess had in mind when he wrote "a clockwork orange."
milliner-someone who designs hats. that's super duper
jenks - 04/21/06 21:48
how great are you for knowing the word milliner...
how great are you for knowing the word milliner...
paul - 04/21/06 21:42
Is that dog wearing eye makeup on the left side?
Is that dog wearing eye makeup on the left side?
The bubbles for bubble tea are much bigger. I've bought them online before and made them at home, but for the trouble it's easier to just buy a drink at a restaurant/tea shop.
When I was a kid, my grandfather claimed I must be "part chinaman" because I liked rice so much. I admit, I do have a predilection (attention wordies!) for rice to this day.
You would LOVE rice to riches in nyc. I'm now insisting you come here to visit.