This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
My scintillating Sunday evening: creating a database of tuberculosis* technologies.
(Leprosy and tuberculosis are closely related! They’re both caused by strains of mycobacteria. TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS.)
Last night I saw Jeff Mangum and it was the closest to religion I get these days. That voice, that guitar, those songs.
Since it was DC, there were bros about doing their DC bro thing. And also one person yelled to Jeff Mangum, “don’t disappear for so long next time” and he got annoyed (“What did you want me to do? No, I’m…I’m not trying to be a dick. I know your heart’s in the right place”) and then (“This is the song that almost destroyed me”) he played Little Birds and my heart came out of my throat.
that people in other departments have started offering me coffee at 6:30p, because they expect that I will be here long enough to drink the rest of the pot.
NO, IT’S COOL; I LIVE HERE.
RAW BAR
Raspberry Point (PEI) – chilled only briny, clean sweet finish….…… 3 EA
Beaver Tail (RI) – chilled only briny, clean sweet flavor…………….… 3 EA
Tako sunomono poached octopus w/ wakame seaweed and vinegar… 8
Tuna tataki w/ grated daikon radish, garlic chips & dashi soy………… 10
Sashimi sampler…
I’m going here tonight with a $30 for $60 Groupon (which means it’s free, because I’ve already paid!). So much food. So much deliciousness.
“Still not giving one fuck about who may or may not be raping children in his football facilities.”
This is too inflammatory for a trivia team name, right?
Or is it just inflammatory enough?
(Keep in mind that once the best team name was “The Tempura Home for Lightly Battered Women” and thus I give not one fuck about offending these people.)
On November 11, I bought these tickets by blocking out a private hour on my Outlook calendar marked “TICKETS!!!” and read tips on how to game Ticketmaster and everything sold out in four minutes but I got two tickets to Jeff Mangum.
I kept them secret from almost everyone for a month until I gave them to D for Chrismukkah.
And now we are seeing Jeff Mangum Friday and Jesus Christ, I am so excited / JESUS CHRIST I LOOOOVE YOU YES I DO AND ON THE LAZY DAYS THE DOGS DISSOLVE AND DRAIN AWAY -
“Oh God…even my face is curled up into a fetal position.”
So…I just woke up an hour ago.
Mary Oliver.
One of my favorites!
International Development Ryan Gosling just got real with me and I’m not sure I like it.
I went to the mountains of West Virginia this weekend. Somehow, my DC-addled brain remembered how to dress for cold weather (wicking layer, warmth layer including air, wind protection layer) and I went snowshoeing and snow tubing and ice skating. I didn’t remember how to ice skate. I drank a lot and spent more time in the hot tub that I think you’re supposed to.
It is odd for me to realize how much carless city living has adjusted my understanding of personal geography and capacity. I went to get beer and got only one case, forgetting that I didn’t have to carry it eight blocks. I figured that “we could just walk” to a destination, not realizing how spread out everything was, and that there were no sidewalks or trails or expectation of walking. And I forgot that there are colors other than grey and brick and bus (bus being, of course, the color of being on a bus, a grimey puce) and that black and white can contrast brightly.
All this is a convoluted way of saying that I am about to fucking lose it sitting at a desk in front of a screen in a cubicle on the tenth floor of a downtown office building.
a better picture. its sparkly!
… 700+ notes?!
Yes 700+ notes. I’m not surprised at all. This. Is. Beautiful.
I desperately need this sign for my room/office/basically to carry around and warn people what they are getting into.
This weekend, I went to West Virginia, and the group included this friend of a friend I didn’t know. During Apples to Apples, for the card “Disgraceful”, he played “choir boys.” I knew immediately he was ready to make a rape joke and if you’ve ever spent any time around me, you’ll know that: no rape jokes.
When I flipped the cards, the other guys, my friends, laughed in anticipation of my takedown. “No rape jokes,” I said, and discarded it. He smiled in an idiotic way and was like, “But don’t you think - ” “No rape jokes.” “But, come on, you have to think it’s kind of funny, and…”
I gave him the death stare to end all death stares and I think that was when he realized I would not be talking to him much that weekend.
Anyway, I had a good weekend regardless and I am a feminist killjoy.
Vraiment.
