geek love

My friends Toshio and Caitlin started the website Where's Lulu as a place to feature user-generated reviews rating local businesses in terms of their accessibility for disabled people. So far the site is only active for Portland and San Francisco, but they're talking about expanding eastward soon. They just started a new feature called 'Accessible Intercourse' where they take questions from the public about disability and answer them in short video form, kind of like pot psychology on gawker but not as WACK.


Accessible Intercourse, Episode 1.

Gotta stop saying retarded. and *&^%%$$. and #@@)(*&^!.

jamsmakin me crazy

WTF is going on at the moment with all the jams about getting pregnant? for example:

"pregnant" - R.Kelly ft. Tyrese


"have a baby by me" - 50 Cent ft. Ne-yo


"headboard" - Hurricane Chris ft. Plies and Mario


is it me or is hip hop like on its period this week? someone needs to REGULATE your hormones, jams.

until then, I'll be listening to this:

it really just makes you look girlier

This article got me thinking about those 5 minutes when I was a courier in DC.

These are things I miss about being a courier:
knowing my way around the city like a cabbie and being able to get literally anywhere by bike
riding down the median on Pennsylvania Ave at rush hour with no hands
getting a rush to the state department or an embassy where i'll have to wait forever inside where its warm and still get paid double
women in offices giving me high fives for being a woman in a male dominated industry
men in offices looking at me like I was an alien
and, you know, looking cool


These are things I don't miss about being a courier:
cabs
bamma couriers
capitol effing police
getting doored
bamma dispatchers
the smell
having to enter thru the loading dock and deal with power-tripping security officers and take dirty service elevators like i'm a piece of garbage
snow
never making any money because I am slow and don't give a shit

Anyways, I'm going to Portland this weekend to hang out and drink all the Stumptown coffee in the world. They ride bikes there too:

good morning

oh hey there, beautiful peach halves canned in light syrup. how's it hangin. oh you know. what it is. and you, 3 half pints of leftover peach-flavored syrup to make ice tea with or drink straight like heavenly manna? what up.

Today I turn in my first Econ problem set AND Quant problem set (nice symmetry there with the due dates, guys). Then, on friday I get to go to PDX. Then in the distant future I have more visitors coming! So I'm feeling less emotionally barfy already this week.

this is my jam

I made jam yesterday. I went to Chico this weekend for labor day to visit an old friend (like I've been doing for years). On the way back down I-5, I committed highway robbery at a farm stand in Winters, CA, and came away with this golden booty:


The peaches are ripening another day before I can them in syrup. But the plums, oh the plums. My mom used to make plum jam from a tree in our yard when I was a kid, and it was the bomb. I on the other hand had no idea what I was doing. But I picked up a copy of "Putting Food By" at the flea market a couple weeks ago and I'd been eyeing this giant canning pot at the hardware store and then it went on sale so like it was a sign. A sign to jam.

This is what it looked like:




Then my camera battery died, until the next morning when it looked like this: Jam!


Thanks to Elizabeth for some welcome mid-jam triage. Maybe I'll try homemade pectin next time (let's get real, i'm not that intense).

and here's the money shot.

now i gotta go look for more stuff to slather this on and put in my mouth (that's what she said).

my herbs, let me show you them

the set-up


chives, thyme, savory oh my.


sage babies


dill, garlic chives, parsley, marjoram.


mustard WIN!


and a big fat fail, peppers.