Random Cultural Things

  1. The Unanswered Moz Questions

    There is a new Moz book being released in May that claims to have the answers to all my questions. Preposterous. Think it will answer these? When was the last time Moz ate cheese? Does Moz still wear leather shoes? Does he read the forums at Morrissey-Solo? What does he think of the phrase cheese is murder? Did Moz have a crush on Johnny? Did he sleep with Johnny? Is Morrissey really bi? Is Damon bi? Did Moz sleep with Tina? What does Tina think about the less than flattering...
  2. Carpe Diem!

    I don't believe in godsends, angels, karma, fate, or destiny. But sometimes things just fall into place, our luck seems to have no bounds. What do we account for these things? Chance? Coincidence? Perhaps. All I know is that when opportunity knocks, answer the door and be sure you have your makeup on and gas in the car. In other words, be ready to go for it. Do all your homework, prep work, emotional work... lots of work. Hard work. Effort yields results. Dream. Believe. Achieve.
  3. My Brilliant Year

    This is my year, my time to shine. I have never felt so ambitious, focused, determined, powerful, calm, happy, and deserving. This is my second stage—a new beginning. My career prospects have never been better or more rewarding. I've made some wonderful friends and truly feel like I am a part of a community. I love my city—the weather, the people. By this time next year I'll be so shiny your eyes will burn just looking at me.
  4. True Love

    Just got home and checked my email. This was in my inbox. I have the best mom ever. To be loved and cherished by a person who is so amazing is truly a gift.
  5. Food Swap

    I'm craving cabbage. It has been three days since my last fix. What a strange thing to be addicted to, right? At least it is healthy. So anyhow, I'm sitting here wishing I had a big head to fry up for lunch. I could go to the market and buy one. Too bad I just couldn't trade a can of pinto beans or other pantry item I don't really want or need for it. This gave me an idea. Would there be a community interest in a food/service swap of sorts in my area? No money would be exchanged. Food...
  6. After the film ended, I wondered...

    TJust saw the film Mr. Turner. At the end of the movie I was left with a question: What became of the housekeeper? Ever have a question(s) pop into your head after the movie is over... or a day later? This will be an ongoing post—to be modified when new movies come to mind. Warning ~ Movie Spoilers Ahead Mr. Turner: What became of the housekeeper? Birdman: Was that movie way overrated, or what? Gone Girl: What the heck did we just watch? Did Chris Nolan direct this? The Riot...
  7. Oscars 2015

    My ballot: My picks in gold; winners in blue.
  8. A Year in Movies: 2015

    Like the years before, this is an ongoing list. This one spans January 1, 2015 - December 31, 2015. Here are the other years' lists: 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011. I will rank each film from one to four stars. 2014 and 2015 released movies seen in 2015: Spy ~ 4 Just Eat It: A Food Waste Story ~ 4 Trainwreck ~ 4 The End of the Tour ~ 4 Man Up ~ 4 Me and Earl and the Dying Girl ~ 4 A Day in the Life of a Dictator ~ 4 Motivation 2: The Chris Cole Story ~ 4 Far from the Madding Crowd ~ 4...
  9. Naked Beach

    This post is inspired by No1uno's latest blog entry. He visited Baker Beach in San Francisco over the weekend. I too have been to Baker Beach. Back when I went clothes were optional. I opted to sunbathe naked as did my ex husband (not pictured). But as you can see from these pics, some did not. In fact, they were fully clothed, seemingly not there to catch the rays but rather to enjoy the fleshy views. Our images are quite different. Mine were taken with an old school camera; No1uno's...
  10. Year-End Letter

    My paternal grandmother was a storyteller. And I have the evidence to prove it in a large vinyl zipper bag—copies of her handwritten memoirs which read like short stories. She was an intelligent, head-strong woman—a first generation American born into a large family who emigrated from England at the turn of the century. She went to Ohio State Normal College at Kent and then became an English teacher for forty-five years until her retirement. She had many siblings, one of whom died at...
  11. Katie and Other Things I am Thankful For

    Happy Thanksgiving 2014. To celebrate this year, I am acknowledging FOURTEEN things I am thankful for. 1. My family. I love them very much. And feel closer to my mom and son every day. They give my life meaning, hope, connection, grounding, joy, security, love, humor, and much more. 2. Katie, my best feline friend and companion. Never have I loved a pet so dearly and for such a long time. We have a history together. She brings happiness to my life daily. 3. My coworkers. I work with...
  12. Last Harvest

    Last night the temperature here dropped below the freezing point. I covered Penny and Sid but they were not looking so good this morning. So, I picked their remaining tomatoes. I will attempt to ripen them in paper bags on the counter. If that fails, I will be scourging the Net for green tomato recipes. Total harvest from two plants this season: 28 lbs. Not too shabby. :) Update December 1: Tomatoes are all ripening. No need to hunt down green tomato recipes.
  13. If it is true that you are what you eat, then I am mostly cabbage and rice

    I have been eating a lot of cabbage lately—bok choy and green. I chop it up and sautée it in a little oil in a dutch oven on the stove top. After it caramelizes, I add lots of black pepper and some cubed ham (optional). Then I pour in a little water, cover, and steam it for ten minutes. I eat it over basmati or long grain rice. The rice soaks up the liquid. Delicious. I also eat quite a bit of romaine-based salads. I eat very little dairy—cheese every once in a while (lactose intolerance)....
  14. Chasing Brett

    When I was fourteen years old, I fell in love for the first time with a boy named Brett. He was fifteen, handsome, and tall, with silky black hair. He looked a bit like a muscular Steve Perry—frontman for the band, Journey. At the end of the summer—that summer of my first love—Brett and his family moved to Florida. I never saw him again. Brett and I never kissed or even dated. Too many obstacles kept us from hooking up. First off, he was my boyfriend Scott's best friend. They had been...
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