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Superbad: The Soul of the City
TimeLife has a new 70's collection. I'm tempted to call. If I order now, I'll get a bonus CD of Old School Jams. The best part of the ad is that it's showing scenes from Shaft, Superfly, Coffy, and Foxy Brown while the song listing scrolls across the screen. Much love to MTV2 for not bringing in big name ad dollars. At this time, I'd also like to express that I had a great essay in my head regarding the switch from The Box to MTV2. But some hiphop zine beat me to it. I can't be mad though -- it's a great essay, complete with descriptions of previously falling asleep on couches to booty videos and having wonderful dreams, but now I have scary visions of bad rock bands with white white guys wearing black clothes and having lots of tattoos. R.I.P. to The Box. I'll pour some sweet tea out instead of liquor, since that's what I'm drinking right now.
I've had a wonderful weekend of Saturdays. Everyday off consisted of being a little lazy, getting a few errands done, and then doing something social/fun. Well, today didn't really have anything social or fun, but I actually had a hell of a time buying spices at the euro grocery store, and then coming home to do 3 loads of laundry while plotting the complete gutting and reorganization of my closet. I also pulled all the spices and dry goods out of the cabinets, purged old stuff, transferred flour and sugar to snazzy new containers, AND managed to put it back together in a neater form. I used to be notorious for starting cleaning projects, then getting tired before I put it all away. I'm near that point right now with the clothes. Nearly every item of clothing I have is on the bed right now. And I"m planning on folding and hanging. But it's very very tempting to stay in the den and watch music videos and cooking shows. The only channels I use on cable are 70 through 77.
Oh, and I also made London broil for lunch/supper. I also learned the difference between prime, choice, and select regarding beef. I feel so smart. I also just made some amazing cornbread for supper 2/dinner. The secret came from my man Damon. He taught me to kick it up a notch by adding a tablespoon of Emeril's Original Essence (basically a spice mixture) to the Jiffy corn meal mix. Delicious.
I feel I should write about last night, but it's hard. Not because it was so amazing that I can't capture, but also because it wasn't exactly mundane either. Maybe I just hadn't hung out with Damon in awhile. Or at least not in a venue that wasn't primarily watching TV/movie. We had some super long walks in the near-spring weather in bizarre neighborhoods we'd never visited and spent a brief period in a strange small indie bar with cheap drinks. Then we attempted to walk-thru a Wendy's drive-thru with no success. Then we had a strange conversation with gentleman at the train station who was very high. Then I left my hat on the train. Then I came home and was pleasantly surprised to find MelRo still awake. See, didn't that sound supremely boring and mundane? Oh well. It had nothing to do with what happened.
I think that's a decent wrap-up. Tomorrow I return to the routine. Hopefully work won't be completely backlogged and overwhelming.
P.S. Last night I finally watched that strange Michael Jackson concert before we went to the bar. I think it helped to be drinking because it explained the surrealness. I told Damon that seeing how pale he is doesn't scare me that much, because at least there are people who are naturally that color. But there are no human noses and chins that are naturally that shape. I feel so bad for him with his supreme musical genuis and crippling lack of self-esteem. And at some bizarre point though, I remember thinking that Justin Timberlake was looking at Michael in such a way that I can only describe as....wishing he was one of those 13 year old boys being invited over for a sleepover. Yeah, I said it.
I've had a wonderful weekend of Saturdays. Everyday off consisted of being a little lazy, getting a few errands done, and then doing something social/fun. Well, today didn't really have anything social or fun, but I actually had a hell of a time buying spices at the euro grocery store, and then coming home to do 3 loads of laundry while plotting the complete gutting and reorganization of my closet. I also pulled all the spices and dry goods out of the cabinets, purged old stuff, transferred flour and sugar to snazzy new containers, AND managed to put it back together in a neater form. I used to be notorious for starting cleaning projects, then getting tired before I put it all away. I'm near that point right now with the clothes. Nearly every item of clothing I have is on the bed right now. And I"m planning on folding and hanging. But it's very very tempting to stay in the den and watch music videos and cooking shows. The only channels I use on cable are 70 through 77.
Oh, and I also made London broil for lunch/supper. I also learned the difference between prime, choice, and select regarding beef. I feel so smart. I also just made some amazing cornbread for supper 2/dinner. The secret came from my man Damon. He taught me to kick it up a notch by adding a tablespoon of Emeril's Original Essence (basically a spice mixture) to the Jiffy corn meal mix. Delicious.
I feel I should write about last night, but it's hard. Not because it was so amazing that I can't capture, but also because it wasn't exactly mundane either. Maybe I just hadn't hung out with Damon in awhile. Or at least not in a venue that wasn't primarily watching TV/movie. We had some super long walks in the near-spring weather in bizarre neighborhoods we'd never visited and spent a brief period in a strange small indie bar with cheap drinks. Then we attempted to walk-thru a Wendy's drive-thru with no success. Then we had a strange conversation with gentleman at the train station who was very high. Then I left my hat on the train. Then I came home and was pleasantly surprised to find MelRo still awake. See, didn't that sound supremely boring and mundane? Oh well. It had nothing to do with what happened.
I think that's a decent wrap-up. Tomorrow I return to the routine. Hopefully work won't be completely backlogged and overwhelming.
P.S. Last night I finally watched that strange Michael Jackson concert before we went to the bar. I think it helped to be drinking because it explained the surrealness. I told Damon that seeing how pale he is doesn't scare me that much, because at least there are people who are naturally that color. But there are no human noses and chins that are naturally that shape. I feel so bad for him with his supreme musical genuis and crippling lack of self-esteem. And at some bizarre point though, I remember thinking that Justin Timberlake was looking at Michael in such a way that I can only describe as....wishing he was one of those 13 year old boys being invited over for a sleepover. Yeah, I said it.
startin somethin'
when i first read this, i swear i thought it said that YOU wished he was one of those 13-year-old boys being invited over to one of YOUR sleepovers.
my brain, sometimes, functions in weird ways, because i don't disagree with the original statement. it could be that fuckin' Timberlake gives everyone he adores that look -- which would explain all the people convinced he is sleeping with chris (or lance or JC or joey) -- but then again, maybe not.
one day soon i'll make good on the Justin-wants-to-be-Thriller-famous story and you and i can discuss this further.
and spices in the cornbread? really?
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hee hee
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i will be seeing you soon! aren't you thrilled?
cornbread
Timberlake is just one of those uber-charisma bisexual boys. Like Fox Mulder. So is it any surprise you've liked both?