beach weak

Last weekend for Memorial Day I went to Dewey Beach. That's in Delaware in case you're wondering. That's right. a beach. in Delaware.


It was awesome in the trashiest way. I'll try and paint you a picture. One night when we got back to our rented condo after doing Jager shots at a bar on the beach called the Rusty Rudder, we played charades which is like my favorite game. we decided the theme of this round should be "Dewey Beach" so everyone wrote down like 4 things that had to do with Dewey Beach and put them in the hat for others to act out. These were some of the charades that Dewey Beach inspired in us:

Douche
F.U.P.A.
mohawk
shrinkage
rasta mon
rohypnol
preakness (as in shitshow)

I don't remember the rest but trust me we were surrounded by the kind of mtv spring break crowd that makes you sad to share a species. but did i mention there was a beach? yeah, a real beach with sand and waves! and a giant rusty metal pipe running a mile along the beach and out into the atlantic where a dredger was anchored! but whatever! I bought a red string bikini (!)! and my national security dork friends made a sand Pentagon! behold:


So after everyone left the beach to go back to the condo to make lunch, I stayed a bit longer and sat in my beach chair in my red string bikini (!) and read THE FOUNTAINHEAD and enjoyed my day at the beach in DELAWARE. Inevitably some d-bags wandered by and go "HOLY SHIT THE PENTAGON COOL BRAH!" and chest bumped. then they turn to me and one is like "oh hey you a fan of Ayn Rand?" and i'm like "we're not having this conversation" but really I say "well, she's an uber-capitalist and she's got some fucked up ideas about gender, but I like it so far" to which they say "oh yeah... wasn't she like a LESBIAN" to which i say nothing because i died. the end.

ps, I made veggie burgers for beach bbqing.

meh-barb

things i'm so! excited! about! right now!

1) I just ordered this 12" Lodge cast iron skillet and this lid!

2) I also just ordered a copy of Baking with Julia!

3) I'm going to try my hand at making my own natural yeast starter for sourdough bread!

4) I think my next cooking insanity-fueled purchase will be a baking stone for some serious chewy, yeasty, french style loaves. fuckinay!

5) I'm going to hear Michael Pollan speak at a free lecture in Baltimore this Saturday! Even tho the food portion of the evening is already sold out and it will probably be standing room only!

Also, I've been planning in my mind all the delicious things i will be making in my perfect kitchen in my perfect pink victorian-style studio apartment in Oakland with hard wood floors and claw foot tub and a deck off of the kitchen where I will never need air conditioning or heating. Quick someone smack some reality into me please and remind me that i will be going to school 900 hours a day and won't have time to make pop tarts you idiot!

and now with a frying pan

cha!!!!

gee this economy, eh? haha? ... sigh

i quit my job again. i know, i know, this is beginning to be a pattern. but the first time was forgiveable, right? given the respectful amount of years spent with the organization and the lessons learned and achievements achieved and even my desire for a break and a period of relative irresponsibility before going back to school were understandable and justified. but come on. who quits not one but two FULL-TIME PAYING JOBS WITHIN 6 MONTHS DURING A GLOBAL ECONOMIC CRISIS. what an asshole (points to self).

whatever, i didn't really want to quit this job. but like, i'm moving to California in 8 weeks (that's 2 months dickhead. yes but it sounds sooner in weeks. fuck you abby.) and I have like a lot of stuff to do and people to spend time with and snacks to snack on and places to putter around in before i go. and it was like a really stressful job (you. rode. a. bike. dumbass.) and so you know, i realized i have better things to do than like spend all my time working for wages. and i tried telling my boss this but he wasn't trying to hear reason, he was all "you have to come to work 5 days a week," and i was all like "no." so i quit and now i'm working at the farmers market 1 day a week and trying to live on free bread and produce and the kindness of strangers.

and i'm going to buy a truck!!!! (maybe, realistically probably not, but i want to).

no news

i'm too tired and sore and dehydrated and hypercaffienated and farmers tanned to actually "log" on the "web" what I've been up to lately. instead i'm going to slough some food porn off on you and be done with it so i can heave myself snout first into bed.

so here's this
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i'm the decider

and i've decided not to go to Columbia. i checked out the graduate school of public health's MPH program in health policy this past weekend for their newly admitted students day in nyc and was thoroughly unimpressed with every aspect of the school: facilities, faculty, alumni, etc - all dingy and uninspired. the only thing that did impress me was that they have an entire office devoted to helping students find off-campus housing, which spurred a momentary daydream of moving to new york and finding a sunny pre-war Morningside walkup with fixed rent and going to the corner bodega for coffee in a bag every morning before class. maybe when i have a high paying job i'll move to brooklyn for a few years and live the dream but until then i really don't want to be a poor grad student in new york city.

the rest of the weekend consisted of coffee, pastry, pizza, pizza, rain, pastry, cookie, madeline, beer, whisky, cigarette, pizza, rain, bagel, candy, beer. it was totally awesome. we stayed in Carroll Gardens in Brooklyn, which is like the most adorable brownstone-lined idyll with a bodega/bar with beer garden/artisan bakery every 10 feet.

Friday after Columbia, we went to Mars Bar for a bucket of jameson each before meeting up with friends at Heathers where JD from le tigre was serendipitously djing then ended up at Manitoba's which I've heard is famous for its former punk legend and sort of asshole owner.

Then Saturday we walked down Court St, stopping in every bakery along the way (canoli, raisin croissant, banana muffin, 7 layer cookie, bagels, etc.). It got cold so we went into Brooklyn Industries and I got 2 sweaters. then we went to Grimaldi's in Dumbo and stood in line for 45 minutes in the wind for the bomb pizza which was totally worth it. on the way back we stopped in at the brooklyn flea market and found more adorable and delicious things to buy. then we went back to the house and drank coffee and beer and then got mediocre bagels in midtown before catching the bus back to DC.

and I'm going to Berkeley. fin.