migblog

can you spell that for me?

maybe it's the mean person in me, or maybe it's the grammarian, but when i saw a message to me that read "i hope your day get's better" i wanted to write back, i hope your spelling gets better!

me = horrible person.

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i think there should be more songs that spell things out. the alphabet doesn't count; you're not spelling a 26-letter nonsense word. the only song i can conceivably think of doing that would "method of love" (yes, it's hall and fucking oates). any other songs? didn't think so. at least, none that came off the top of my head.

americans, especially, i think need this kind of reinforcement. imagine the scores of third-graders who all of a sudden could spell "beautiful" thanks to bruce almighty. now imagine all the high schoolers who would be able to retain spellings of SAT words (let alone regular vocabulary mishaps). the general consciousness would be smarter, and in effect, everyone prospers.

it'll be like we're in sesame street forever. and you know, after avenue q, that's not sounding like a bad idea. i can be best friends with a muppet.

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i thought it was march, but then it hailed and it rained and the only clear day was sunday. god hates berkeley. too many democrats.

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for the first time this year, i picked flowers and placed them in my apartment. there's a different feeling when you walk in a room and you see things that are alive instead of wires and scandinavian furniture. it's something else to look at; it's inspirational. it's low maintenance.

and really, the queer eye guys would be proud. i recycled bottles for vases.

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i've come to realize that my family is invaluable. it took me a while to adjust to the fact that mom and dad weren't just mom and dad; they went through all the shit i did, too, and they actually do care. after the whole teenage rebellion thing, and definitely after trying to survive on your own, you gain a higher level of appreciation for these people who took the trouble to raise you and clothe you and feed you and give you an education. suddenly living at home doesn't sound so bad, and more often than not when you find you don't have anyone to call, mom's always on the other line.

my parents were up this weekend and it was a great feeling to spend time with them, to just tell stories and eat and look at pictures. it felt good to laugh at grandma's jokes, to feel embarrassed by mom's old stories. it was enlightening to know more about my stepdad and to joke around with my aunt. and to see my cousin whom i hadn't seen in eight years, that was a blessing.

i'm glad i'm part of a big family. those reunions when things are a little bit awkward are actually some of my favorite moments, because then i realize that in this convergence of people, these hundreds of bodies, that the same blood is coursing in our veins.

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i was watching the food network the other day, and paula deen was making her version of english food: shepherd's pie and stuffed potatoes, but the most amazing thing she made was this banoffee pie that was a graham cracker crust, homemade toffee, bananas, cream custard, and more bananas.

the most precious thing was when she tasted her creation. she made the most satisfied sound, put her hand to her head, and just looked at the camera dead on and started nodding.

yeah, words really can't express the look on that lady's face.

posted by Open Source Food @ 12:07 PM