Things I got on my fingers yesterday, in order of painfulness:
1. molten plastic
2. 0.5 N HCl
3. Superglue
4. Rat Blood
25 March 2011
23 March 2011
Favorites
Phoenix! A band from France? Either way, this is peppiest song about the depths of depression I have ever heard.
Florence+The Machine. I love The Dog Days (trippy video here), it makes me so happy! I also like some of her less-well know stuff- the rawness of Howl or the weird mythology of Rabbit Heart:
Help I'm Alive, Metric. More peppiness!!!!
Florence+The Machine. I love The Dog Days (trippy video here), it makes me so happy! I also like some of her less-well know stuff- the rawness of Howl or the weird mythology of Rabbit Heart:
Help I'm Alive, Metric. More peppiness!!!!
07 March 2011
Sister weekend
I went to Minneapolis for the weekend to see my little sister. It was a whirlwind visit, involving four take offs and four landings and slightly less than 48 hours on the ground, but so worth it. I reverted to my old self and took very few pictures, alas. Highlights included, columbian plantain pancake breakfast with her friends, a tour of her non-profit's shiny new building. As director of client services, she has an office with a door that locks, which is evidently quite the status symbol. To fulfill our family goal of never, ever taking a vacation without learning something, went to the Mill City Museum. We went to the Midtown Global market and admired the booths of crafts and food set up by latino, asian, african, and swedish vendors (it is minnesota, after all). From there we went to Minnehaha falls, which was frozen solid and pretty awesome.
We were not brave enough to go down to the falls like the people in the picture. There were treacherous, snow covered stairs, and we are not particularly coordinated girls.
We made pizza and went to the bar for the most midwestern of foods, Totchos. That's right. Tater tot nachos. Also note that this photo demonstrates two things. 1) that we are incapable of taking cute pictures together and 2) we look nothing alike.
Also at the bar, dinosaurs, lizards, neurons, mice, and opposums were drawn on napkins as part of a spiraling game of telepictionary .
Sunday was brunch in Uptown, the art museum, a few vintage clothing stores, greek food for lunch, a trip to Target-although not the two story target with the shopping cart escalator, just the normal neighborhood Target. Then it was off to the airport and sister separation once again. My flight back was kindof a nightmare, delayed and almost missing my connection, which was also delayed and had poorly working airvents and smelly hipsters, and had to make three attempts to land due to wind and then had to sit twenty minutes and wait for a gate. I got back to my house around 1:30 AM this morning. I am, of course, beyond tired.
Someone in Biffy's hippie neighborhood nailed a bunch of wooden hearts to the trees on her street. It is a protest, she says, perhaps against Dutch Elm Disease(?!?!), or turning the street into a bike boulevard. I didn't see it until we were leaving for the airport, so in my mind it is a protest against having to fly away from those you love.
We made pizza and went to the bar for the most midwestern of foods, Totchos. That's right. Tater tot nachos. Also note that this photo demonstrates two things. 1) that we are incapable of taking cute pictures together and 2) we look nothing alike.
Also at the bar, dinosaurs, lizards, neurons, mice, and opposums were drawn on napkins as part of a spiraling game of telepictionary .
Sunday was brunch in Uptown, the art museum, a few vintage clothing stores, greek food for lunch, a trip to Target-although not the two story target with the shopping cart escalator, just the normal neighborhood Target. Then it was off to the airport and sister separation once again. My flight back was kindof a nightmare, delayed and almost missing my connection, which was also delayed and had poorly working airvents and smelly hipsters, and had to make three attempts to land due to wind and then had to sit twenty minutes and wait for a gate. I got back to my house around 1:30 AM this morning. I am, of course, beyond tired.
Someone in Biffy's hippie neighborhood nailed a bunch of wooden hearts to the trees on her street. It is a protest, she says, perhaps against Dutch Elm Disease(?!?!), or turning the street into a bike boulevard. I didn't see it until we were leaving for the airport, so in my mind it is a protest against having to fly away from those you love.
02 March 2011
100 books-february update
My reading quest continues! I am slightly off pace, but February was a short month.
16. The Wordy Shipmates Sarah Vowell
15. The Warmth of Other Suns: The epic story of America's great Migration, Isabelle Wilkerson
14. Little Bee Chris Cleave
13 Fool Christopher Moore
12. A Dirty Job Christopher Moore Funny, funny, funny. I love Christopher Moore. He's biting and irreverent and bawdy, but still treats his characters with a deep tenderness. There are two of his best, I think
10. Lolita Vladimir Nabakov An interesting book. Certainly a disturbing subject told by a monstrous and unreliable narrator who stays just a few steps away from being likable. A hard book to read-of course in terms of subject, but also a very high reading level. I can't remember the last time I had to look up words while reading a novel. An engaging story and exquisite use of language, which I'm always a sucker for.
9. Super Sad True Love Story Gary Shteyngart
Previously:
8. The Swan Thieves, Elizabeth Kostova.
7.Year of the Flood, Margaret Atwood.
6. Faithful Place, Tana French.
5. The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People who Read them, Elif Batuman.
4. Purgatorio, Dante Alighieri.
3. The Scarpetta Factor, Patricia Cornwell.
2. Bite Me, Christopher Moore.
1. Devil in the White City Eric Larson.
16. The Wordy Shipmates Sarah Vowell
15. The Warmth of Other Suns: The epic story of America's great Migration, Isabelle Wilkerson
14. Little Bee Chris Cleave
13 Fool Christopher Moore
12. A Dirty Job Christopher Moore Funny, funny, funny. I love Christopher Moore. He's biting and irreverent and bawdy, but still treats his characters with a deep tenderness. There are two of his best, I think
10. Lolita Vladimir Nabakov An interesting book. Certainly a disturbing subject told by a monstrous and unreliable narrator who stays just a few steps away from being likable. A hard book to read-of course in terms of subject, but also a very high reading level. I can't remember the last time I had to look up words while reading a novel. An engaging story and exquisite use of language, which I'm always a sucker for.
9. Super Sad True Love Story Gary Shteyngart
Previously:
8. The Swan Thieves, Elizabeth Kostova.
7.Year of the Flood, Margaret Atwood.
6. Faithful Place, Tana French.
5. The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People who Read them, Elif Batuman.
4. Purgatorio, Dante Alighieri.
3. The Scarpetta Factor, Patricia Cornwell.
2. Bite Me, Christopher Moore.
1. Devil in the White City Eric Larson.
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