Saturday, April 30, 2011

A Day Without a Computer.


So, I blog often about internet/computer addiction and because I feel like being on the computer seems to take over my whole day I have decided to give it up for a whole day.

A whole day every week.

Sunday. Because that's the day of rest right?

Anyhoo, I did it last week and it was great. I got through like 20 pages of Infinite Jest (only a million more to go). I meditated (that's right), I baked, I went on a walk, etc. etc. It was beautiful.

And again. I didn't really miss anything. Nothing urgent came into my inbox the following Monday. Facebook remained steadily flowing. Twitter kept tweeting. And I kept my sanity.

If that's what you want to call it.

I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow.

If you need me, I'm only a text away.

Friday, April 29, 2011

fun Fri(Food)Day: Strawberries Galore!

More vegan food (and drink), yay!

Vanilla Wafer Cookies, with chocolate frosting and strawberries.
Left over frosting from the cake I made awhile back, wafers from Good Great Dairy Free Desserts.


Strawberry Mojitos!

I had to make due with what I had so I don't know if they are technically mojitos since I made them with vodka instead of rum, but they were still delicious!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Feminists Need More than an Hour.

Tonight is the second CO Feminist Creative Alliance's almost-monthly happy hour. Since graduating from DePaul with a MA in Women and Gender Studies and moving to Boulder my experiences with feminism have been interesting to say the least.

(Barbara Kruger)

It was pretty jarring to step out of the theoretical and into reality. People don't really seem to like other people who over-analyze everything with a feminist underpinning. But they grit their teeth and they bare it. Or they just don't hang out with me any more.

I will not apologize for wanting a less oppressed world.

But every time I meet someone who has a glimmer of feminism (or full fledge feminist leanings) I get really excited. Once, at a party, this guy started talking about riot grrrl and I almost peed my pants, granted I had had plenty to drink (and he had too) but still it was magical.

But the other day, I was at this vegan thing and this guy said to me (unknowing obviously that I had a freaking degree in it) "I just don't get the feminist thing."

I just don't get the asshole thing.

Could you explain to me why you hate women?

Why you love animals but want people to stay oppressed?

That makes sense.

Not.

Anyhoo. My time outside of the classroom has been eye-opening. It's weird to not have very many people around that have my back. Like before when we'd all go out for drinks after a theory class and some dude would google-gaggle-gaga us (I don't know what they call it these days) or someone would say something super offensive in front of us all, we'd always speak up and support each other as we attempted to deconstruct mainstream behavior.

Which is one of the reasons why I think it's important we feminist unite around here (and everywhere), network and create a place for dialogue etc. We need to support each other through these bipolar times (I'm sure there's a better word for it).

We all have stories, we've all been in awkward situations, it's nice to know there are others out here in this big ole world who believe in the same ideas, have the same ideals, want to and will try to change the world.


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Post Graduation Dumps. In the Dumps. Dumping.


I don’t like being all Negative Nancy on this blog, but lately I’ve been down in the dumps.

I’d like to blame it on the gray weather but I know it’s more than that.

I’m writing about it because I fail to believe that I am the only one suffering from post-graduate depression.

That’s right. Post-graduate depression.

The feeling of worthlessness and waste of life that happens after being out of graduate school for months, many months without a job or anything of value to show.

I even took a freaking unpaid internship. That’s what freshman do. Freshman, people seven years younger without any experience.

And still I am alive, sheltered, fed, sitting in this room dreading my loan debt, my lack of accomplishment, staring at my book that’s three-fourths done, not being able to finish it, to power-through to the end because it’s so so terrible.

I warn you, I haven’t reached the point of completely giving up. At least I’m still managing to get on my computer and blog. That end could be soon.

I was watching Netflix—this reality t.v. show, and this woman said that in your job, your career you’re basically selling yourself, hours of your own life, so it might as well be a job that you love. Something that makes you jump out of bed in the morning. Of course, she worked for a circus, but she made a good point (even though I don’t plan of learning how to swing on bars or do flips on horses any time soon).

Maybe that’s my biggest problem. I never really stopped to think if this was what I really wanted to do. I mean I’ve been writing publicly sine my sophomore year in high school. I fell in love with it when I realized my words helped connect people from all different cliques in life.

But is love enough?

How many people stay together when both of them are poor, broke, useless?

Can I stay with something that doesn’t support me financially?

I mean I hate capitalism more than the next gal, but here I am living in a capitalist society needing to pay for things...and the love of something may not be enough to keep us together.

And maybe it’s not so much love as familiarity.

For now it’s hard to tell. But I guess it’s good I’m unemployed so I don’t waste my life hours on something I don’t enjoy. (That’s what I'm going to tell myself anyway so I keep on keeping on.)

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

De-Toxifying.


So I have just started this mini-detox. I pretty much can’t drink or eat anything that has flavor or chemicals in it. No coffee, tea, alcohol. No bulky raw food, no spicy food, no processed food, no salty food.

I’m left with carrots and brown rice.

Basically.

Because I’m so limited it makes me crave all that stuff so much more, especially salt.

But I am surprised I haven’t gotten a major headache from giving up coffee, I think it has to do with this water concoction I’m drinking: 2 liters of water, 1 peeled and sliced cucumber, 1 thinly sliced lemon, 12 mint leaves and 1 teaspoon of ginger.

I’m not really into drinking it because I’m not a big fan of cucumber and that’s what it tastes like, but I’m pretty sure the ginger is preventing that mega caffeine crash that would be happening if I had not been drinking the water concoction.

All in all, I’d suggest if you ever plan to give up caffeine to drink ginger-laced beverages throughout the detox. It’s much more pleasant than doing it alone, cold tofurky.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Music Mondays: GO!



Go!

Santigold featuring Karen O. Cannot get any better than this combo.

No real video yet... but I thought you'd want it sooner than later.
Before you hit play get out your dancing socks!


Friday, April 22, 2011

Fun Fri(Food)Day: Vegfest Fort Collins.


Today a car full of us drove up from Boulder to Fort Collins to attend Vegfest. Table after table was full of delicious vegan food, from Ethiopian, thai, bbq, italian, etc. I totally stuffed myself with its greatness.

So why go vegan?

I've seen reason after reason, from health to ethics to environmental concerns and those are all valid.

For example, when I stray from my vegan diet I feel disgusting (I won't go into detail); it obviously is better for me, my body has enjoyed it the most out of all diets I've tried.

And when it comes down to it, if I can eat delicious food without guilt and do less environmental destruction it just makes sense. The end. No need to defend it.

I'm going to go finish off a nice slice of vegan coffee cake I saved for later...which is now.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Whose Vacation Pics Are You In?

I've been thinking how weird it is to know that there are pictures of me going around that I will never see. After spending a weekend in NOLA I know that my face is on someone's facebook wall. I just hope they didn't tag me as "ridiculous drunk girl" and did tag me as "super smart sexy drunk girl" instead.

How many pictures are out there where I'm just floating in the background? Or in the foreground with some comment about the interaction.

It's just kind of creepy.

It would be even creepier if a friend was already friends with these people and knew me.

Maybe.

Though, it is kind of neat to think about how we can all impact each other for just a moment in time, be in someone else's periphery for a second; could even potentially change a life if the moment is right, if the conversation is dynamic, if they're ready and willing to change.


IDK...I guess we're already all connected anyway even if we're not all facebook friends.
(How many pics is Tom Waits cousin in? Or the couple? Or the family?)

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Money Can Fall from the Sky.


One our first day in NOLA my friend Lizz lost $60. She hoped that someone who needed it found it. I told her we'd make it back.

And we did.

First I found $2 wrapped in a recipt.

Then 92 cents.

After that I found a ten dollar bill crammed in the cracks of a sidewalk under a woman's heel. It was perfect timing since the bar had a $5 cover.

While in the bar I looked down and found a wad of cash totaling like $17.

Since it was Lizz's birthday we pinned a dollar to her shirt. I guess it's a thing in the south because people added dollars all night. I believe she made like $20. And we got drink after drink from people buying us rounds.

Money returned.

Just another example of believing in the universe. :)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Internet-Free is the Way to Be.


I went three days without the internet and guess what? It didn't kill me. In fact, I think I may be revived.

I realized that I may be more addicted to the routine of being on the internet than the internet itself.

But I also came to understand that I don't need that routine anymore, I can have a different one and still survive.

I came home to 70 emails. Not bad. Out of those 70 emails only 4 needed to be read.

4 in 3 days.

And they were in no way urgent.

So why do I spend most of my day sitting on the computer checking my email, my facebook, twitter?

Starting today I am going to stop. I'm instilling time-limits. When my time is up I'm moving on to other things like book reading or walking around my beautiful neighborhood.

The online world may be full of fascinating information, people, ideas, but getting off-line is much more rewarding.

Reality: real living breathing people and things I can touch with my hands--that is what I should spend more time with, that is where I should be.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Fun Fri(Food)Day: All Sorts of Vegan Goodies!

I sort of went on a cooking frenzy the other day, here are some of my concoctions.

Roll-Ups

Chipotle Black Bean Dip (not the exact recipe here but close) & Salsa

and

(vegan) Cream Cheese & Salsa

Slab it on whole wheat tortillas, roll them up, chill for a few hours, then cut into bite-size pieces. Great go-to snacks.



No-Knead Peasant Bread

This bread takes minimal effort, all you really need is time.

Also, I don't have a dutch-oven either so I just use two similar sized pans and put one on top as the lid.

Good with salads, hummus, other dips, soup etc.


Finally, Dessert: Chocolate Cake To Live For from More Great Good Dairy-Free Desserts by Fran Costigan with Chocolate "Buttercream" Frosting from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World (to cut down on the maple syrup usage--that stuff is expensive!)

Couldn't even tell it was vegan. So good!



Thursday, April 14, 2011

Wow. College Kids Like to Party, Who Knew?


The twitter world is a abuzz with CU-Boulder being named the top party school by Playboy. Everyone tweeting about it seems to think it's something to brag about.

But is it?

Top 3 Reasons It Is Not:

1.) The vote is from Playboy.

2) There didn't really seem to be any standards for the decision-making; CU seemed to be selected based on pretty irrelevant things like the 4/20 "smoke-out" and being near mountains. Also they noted Medical Marijuana dispensaries; maybe people are getting pot that don't actually need it, but it's called "medical" marijuana for a reason and it's not for parties.

3) Value. Being the #1 party school doesn't seem vital for resume building, in fact I would assume it would be harmful.

"I went to CU."

"Oh yeah? Isn't that just like some big party school."

Fail.

IDK. Whatever. I don't got to CU I just live near it. And I have never been to any crazy outrageously awesome parties here, but I think that's just because I'm old and lame. Or maybe it's because I avoid it.

Perhaps ranking colleges by their party level is just silly; I mean, CU-Boulder is just like any other college town--get a bunch of twenty-somethings in a room, throw in some drugs and alcohol and the night will turn a bit absurd, slightly crazy, and probably really stupid. Does one town really need to be better at that than another?

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

I'm Motivated to Find Motivation.


At a job interview the other day the manager asked, "what motives you?"

And for a second I couldn't think of anything.

I flashed back to everything I had done in my life, all that I had accomplished, and couldn't come up with why I did any of it. Why did I get all A's in school? Why did I earn two Masters degrees? Why did I even bother to record music, to write stories, to hang out with friends, to work? I mean, that's what he wanted to know, what would motivate me to show up to work.

All that kept coming to mind was money money money. And I knew that was not what he wanted to hear--even if it was the truth.

I said something like, "I guess, knowing that I'm successful at whatever I do."

He replied, "pride."

And I guess that is it. I mean, what motivates me is the knowledge that it's better to try to be successful than to not try at anything at all.

But I couldn't get passed the "why."

Why did it really matter to succeed and what did that look like anyway; what did it mean?

Am I suppose to measure success by money in my bank account, because if so, than I am the opposite of successful.

Am I suppose to measure it by the knowledge in my brain, because if so, how do I test that? How can I prove it matters? Who am I proving it to? And what does it mean to matter?

Am I suppose to measure it by the people in my life, and if so what are these people supposed to be like, better than everyone else that's not in my life? Isn't that egotistical? Isn't that expecting a lot from others?

Am I suppose to measure it by happiness, and if so, what the fuck does that mean? I mean seriously, I hate that idea--it's as if every other emotional response isn't as valid or as worthy as happiness and I can't agree with that; the full scope of emotions makes people have depth, have intrigue, have a well-rounded personality.

Maybe my motivation is what has kept me from getting a job. Because I am not motivated enough to just work for money and I don't really believe a job will fulfill me with happiness or knowledge or even cool friends.

My motivation is to make a positive difference in the world--but that is so vague. Unfortunately though, there is so much wrong with the world one. But fortunately one would think it would be rather easy to make a positive difference. And for the most part, it is.

I just wish the rent, bills, etc. were taken care of so I could do it. Then I wouldn't have to work a job just to keep my pride (and my apartment).

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

100 Words: On Olives.




I have never had a good expensive olive, you know the kind you can buy buffet-style at the grocery store (or pick off of olive trees in Italy). All the olives I have ever eaten have been canned. Growing up in small-town Kansas olives weren't really the "in" thing.

The buffet-olives always look so plump and juicy. And I know they must be drenched in bitter salty goodness.

My friends and I used to mouth "olive juice" because it looks like you're saying "I love you."

Gaze into a mirror and try it.

Oh, you just loved yourself, how nice.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Music Mondays: F*ck You!


Because sometimes it's better to sing it than say it, especially when you sing it in a bubble gum pop style.



I have the psychic ability to know this song will come in handy to many of you this week. Enjoy.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

What Would Jesus Sing at Karaoke?


I love karaoke night, but there is no way I could go every week. Is there a reason people choose the same 20 songs every time? If you've ever been you know what these songs are.

But the community is great. I mean so many people from so many different walks of life meet at this one spot just to sing familiar nostalgic songs.

Though last night, it got a bit absurd. We were there pretty early, it was probably not even 10:30 when this very drunk woman got on stage and sang "Bitch," you know, "I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother...." that angry 90's song that every teenage girl loved. Well, she picked that song and I'm not sure if singing is the right word for it; it was more like moaning.

Anyway. She finished, then maybe three songs later I looked over at the table she was sitting at and it looked as if she was taking a nap. Her head was forward, her hair covered her face, I actually am not sure how she was sitting up. I thought she might have been dead.

One of my first memories is going to Sunday bible school when my family still lived in Welda (Kansas) so I was probably 4ish. The memory is of this performance piece basically; an older boy is told to lie down and we're all told to walk by him. So we walk and we walk and we walk and he just lies there, playing dead or hurt or sick or something. Finally (probably by the adult whispering in the kid's ear) someone helps him up. And then we're all made to feel guilty for just letting him lie there, helpless. It actually sort of fucked me up because there was no warning that he needed help and then we all got yelled at; I mean I saw him lie on the floor after instructed to do so, so I didn't think he was in any imminent danger. But if we had Jesus in our heart we would have known it was out duty to lend a hand.

So, at the bar, I still did not have Jesus in my heart. This woman was out of her mind. A man with a pony-tail who I believe was trying to hit on her before she passed out was holding her up. He kept looking around, his face made waves of indecisiveness, lips quivering, eyebrows moving so much I thought they were going to fall off his face; his brow burrowed questioningly throughout the incident. He looked like he might cry he was so confused.

This unmoving, passed out woman was sitting right by the dance floor. Front row to karaoke. And they all just kept singing, kept dancing, unaware that this woman could potentially be dead. Finally someone called the paramedics and they showed up in like 1 minute, it was crazy how fast they were. She gets carried off. And the party does not get shaken in the slightest.

It's good to know people can carry on so easily in the midst of someone else's drama.

Of course I didn't help in any way, but I would have if no one else stepped in. Not because Jesus is or is not in my heart, but because that's what people should do for one another, regardless of their religious beliefs.

So we leave the bar after too many bad song choices and as we do we hear pony-tail guy, now in leather jacket, now drunk, now smoking cigarette after cigarette, retell the entire story. And he wasn't telling it in a very nice way.

I'd call him an anti-hero.

And not the kind you want to cheer for but the kind that makes you question human compassion.

I mean is it better to help out a stranger and then bitch about her/make fun of her the whole night or is it better to just let someone else help if you are incapable of actually truly caring about that person's well-being?

Would any one ever help out a stranger then?

I guess I'd rather have some one help me and then complain about it then get no help at all and die.

All I know is I'm never going to a karaoke bar alone. Things might just get out of my control. I could even accidentally sing Shania Twain or Madonna without ever knowing I did it, and no one would help me out of that mess, that's for sure.
(We can all hope she's had a few too many, wtf is this outfit? That don't impress me much, what what!)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Fun Fri(Food)Day: Veg Pizza and Yum Dessert

HomeMade Veggie Pizza
(I want to eat this all over)

The crust takes a few hours, but not that much of your time (it just sits) so if you have reading to do or internets to browse it's totally worth it.
Crust: (adapted from Vegan with a Vengeance)
dissolve 11/2 tablespoons in 1 cup of warm water add 2 1/2 teaspoons of yeast (or one package) sit in a warm place until yeast gets foamy (she says ten minutes, mine takes like 1)

In another bowl mix
3 cups all-purpose flour (or substitute one cup with whole wheat flour or whole wheat pastry flour)
1 teaspoon of salt

Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients plus 2 tablespoons of olive oil, stir until combined then kneed on clean, floured surface for 10 minutes.

Put in clean oiled bowl, cover with wet towel and let rise for an hour.

Come back and PUNCH it (my favorite part!) then kneed it for another minute and put it back in the bowl. Let sit for however long you want (ten minutes, two hours etc). Then divide in half. Roll out one half into the crust (save the other half for tomorrow or freeze or make two pizza's whatever)

Sauce:
1 can of tomato paste
1 cup water
pinch of salt
handful of italian seasoning
garlic cloves, diced, to your taste (I put about 3 in there)
rough tablespoon of onion
a shot of liquid aminos
a shot of hot sauce
a pinch of sugar (or agave)
crushed red pepper flakes to your taste

cook in a pot for like 15 to 20 minutes

Toppings
carmalized onions (1 large onion, cook five minutes until tender add teaspoon of sugar, cook for 30-40 minutes until browned)
spinach
mushrooms
black olives
jalapenos
and special ingredient: peaches
sprinkled with vegan mozz cheese

Bake at 425-450 degrees until cheese melts 10-15 minutes


Dessert
Vanilla bean hemp ice cream with chocolate mint cookies (made by allthingsvegan Lisa) and topped with a juicy strawberry.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Coffee, Guilt, Tips.

So I've worked in the food industry off and on since junior high, though I've never been a barista.

I've read several articles about the etiquette of tipping, but maybe they're not accurate.

What should I tip on a small coffee to stay?

It doesn't even cost two dollars.
I always just dump whatever change is left-over and yet today I could hear the barista bitching about his past few shitty tips, which I thought was rather rude.

I'm not going to be shamed or guilted into giving more money. I'll give better tips the more I go and the better I'm treated.

But to clarify, am I really supposed to tip almost the amount of the coffee on the coffee?

Maybe.

If that is the case I'm going to go get coffee less and less and when I have a meeting at a coffee shop I guess I'll just drink the water (which will piss them off even more.)

Maybe I'm just being an asshole about this, but maybe when one works at an establishment they shouldn't complain about the people coming into said establishment until they are no longer in said establishment.

I mean, what's he really upset about? At least he has a job and it probably pays minimum + tips instead of whatever real servers make which is like nothing + tip.

If anyone knows the answer to this I would gladly listen and abide by it.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Leaning In to Eating Less Shit.

I just watched a re-run of the Oprah "vegan for a week" episode. I don't really know how I feel about it. For one thing, everyone seemed wishy-washy, like oh I'll just "lean" into it; whatever whatever. Fine. Lean into it. But do not be afraid.

I think most people are nervous that if they mess up or eat cheese or eggs or whatever that the vegan police will come down from a cloud and spray them with tofu sticky guns until they digest said animal product and promise never to do it again. Slip-ups happen and no one is going to strip you of that label if that's how you generally want to live your life.

And if you're confident in your life decisions people will respect you. Most of the time they won't snarl or roll their eyes--well they might--but then they'll notice your flawless skin, your youthful glow, your exuberant energy and they'll take it back! Unless they're assholes then you shouldn't be talking to them anyway.)
The episode showed all this processed fake "meat." Those products contain a lot of sodium and random other ingredients that people probably shouldn't put in their bodies daily. The Veganist talked about legumes, tofu, seeds, seitan but none of the people seemed to really eat that stuff. Of course, eating a vegan frozen pizza or a vegan burger from a box probably won't convince any one to switch over--but there are so many other foods outside the box (haha) that are delicious. And worth the switch. Vegan cooking is creative, fun, and full of color!

I also didn't really get why Michael Pollen was on there. After almost every vegan comment he seemed to feel the need to discredit that way of eating; just because he likes to eat meat a few times a week doesn't mean everyone else has to do it. And it was a show about being vegan for a week...not a show about why it's okay to eat meat on occasion. Lame.

There were three main points I felt were hidden in the shambles of this messy episode:
1) U.S. Citizens eat shit
2) The Animal Farming industry is shit
3) We should all quit supporting and eating shit

In other words, we should think about our actions and make sure those actions are the best choices we could possibly make.

It's pretty simple.

I don't know why we need to lean into it.



Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Top 7 Alternative Jobs I'm Considering.



Well two master's degrees don't seem to be enough; still jobless almost a year later. Wow. How pathetic. With that in mind I've been thinking a bunch about what I should do. Should I keep applying to these same types of jobs over and over again only to get rejected and/or ignored. Should I pretend I am not a part of this society and hide in my apartment until I'm homeless then go live in a cave? Should I go back to school for something more reasonable or even more unreasonable?

I am trying to write a book but even if I finish it within the next few months it's going to take a long time to edit it to perfection and get it published. In the meantime, I need $$$.

Here are 7 alternatives I'm considering.

1) Vegan Chef
I've won several vegan cookbooks lately, I'm beginning to think it's a sign. I love food and I love food that's good for people (and not mean to animals). I know cooking takes a lot of energy and time and I'd basically spend my life in a kitchen somewhere but I wouldn't mind, I could cuss, listen to good music and drink whiskey the whole time. That wouldn't be so bad.

2) Art Gallery/Bar/Coffee shop Owner
I've been wanting to do this for years, since junior high actually. I probably have some old floor lay-outs scattered around from my "dream venue" days. The biggest problem here is money. Oh and knowing how to run a business, but other than that I got everything else covered, event ideas, martini concoctions, I could probably even find some artists hanging around.

3) Inventor of Some Billionaire Idea
Like silly bandz or spanx. If I could do that, then I could do the other things I want because I'll finally have money. And I invent stuff all the time I'm just not an engineer, so I can't actually design these things. It needs to be real simple. Perhaps I'll come up with something tonight. I just need to make sure it's a plural name so I can end it in a z or an x instead of an s, because that obviously works.

4) Hooker
A high-class hooker. Three months out of my life and I've paid off my student loans. I'm just saying mom, it's a lot of cash. Who needs morals when you have money?

5) S&M Agent of Destruction
Along the same vein as prostitution except I get to inflict pain upon others. And I never actually have to touch them or act like I like it. I think I could do that; they enjoy it so it is actually painful? I didn't think so.

6) Circus Performer
This isn't true. I couldn't do this because I hate clowns, why are they smiling all the time? I mean, what do they have to be so happy about, they're wearing shoes that don't fit, clothes that are ridiculously misshapen, and they're so ugly they have to cake on make-up to hide their own faces. No thanks. I couldn't handle looking at them let alone all the methed-out carnival workers.

7) Guru
How does one become a guru anyway? It can't be that hard to get followers, I mean, the Tea Party exists. Surely I have the face of a leader, the face of someone you can trust. And I have all of the answers. So send me your cash and I'll let you know the secrets. $1 for the first. Prices vary depending on intensity.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Music Mondays: They're Babes in Toyland.

Let's start the week off with some anger-filled energy. I mean, why not. Sometimes it just feels good to scream it all out. Or sing, if that's your preference.



I have a dress that's pretty similar to that, though I wore it as Courtney Love, thinking next year I can recycle it and be Kat instead.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

For the Love of DOG: Remove Those Poop Signs.

Can I just say to all you homeowners/condo owners/ apartment owners etc. a sign with a dog crapping is actually more disgusting to look at than the crap itself.

I probably wouldn't even notice the crap if you didn't bother with the sign.

Plus do you really think that a bright white sign with a shitting dog xed out in red is really readable to said dogs?

The only thing the sign does is make your lawn look like crap. Ha. crap. Exactly what you're trying to avoid.

And does a little poop really damage your rock garden or your dried out grass? I didn't think so.

Since I'm not a dog would it be okay if I pooped on your lawn, because I'm thinking about it.

Please people for the love of dog remove those signs. Anyone alive today knows its not okay to have their pet poop in someone else's lawn and if they did they'd scoop it up.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Fun Fri(Food)Day: My First Tofu Scramble.


I know. It's strange that I have never made one before until this week, but I am now on a scramble roll. This one was made from the Post Punk Kitchen recipe found here.

I added asparagus, broccoli, carrots, and onions.

I also added the potatoes into the scramble, from here on out I'll just cook them on the side. And I will never again add nearly as much turmeric--it was a bit too tingy for my taste buds. But other than that it was pretty darn good.

Think for the next one I'm going to try a scramble I saw on the Watercourse menu with sun-dried tomatoes, spinach, caramelized onions, roasted garlic, and basil, yum. Or maybe I'll just go in there and have them make it for me. (perhaps when I get a job...)