Monthly Archives: October 2009

cover to cover

What makes a good cover? A simple rework (Frente‘s version of “Bizarre Love Triangle” comes to mind) can be just as effective as a total rework (Jimi Hendrix‘s version of “All Along the Watchtower). The xx did such a brilliant cover of Aaliyah‘s “Hot Like Fire” that I couldn’t figure out what I was listening to. Somehow I knew the words but couldn’t place them. Listen for yourself.


tipped off.

First game of the Magic season and I was there thanks to Julius’ J.O. hook up. Best surprise double date ever. Took a few pics on the old iPhone. Wanna hear about it? Here it goes:


Took the Lymmo shuttle service a block from my house to the Orena


Masses waiting to get inside


Game time!

done and done.

Me trying to explain a small fire I created in the kitchen via text:


tonight’s dinner

Spaghetti with meat sauce. Pretty basic, really but super tasty and makes for even better leftovers. I’m not a great cook or one who knows fancy terms or pays attention to things like cooking time or measurement but so far my creations have come out pretty good. Also, I have made this a few times before and not used the same ingredients. Here’s the best I can provide.

Ingredients (most are Publix brand, we in a recession y’all):

1 can diced tomatoes
1 can tomato paste
1/2ish red onion
5ish cloves of garlic
Worcestershire sauce
Morton (duh) salt
Fresh ground pepper
1 lb. lean ground beef
2/3 box of angel hair pasta

1. Saute beef in pan until browned
2. Put diced tomatoes and tomato paste in large pot on stove at medium heat. Add one tomato paste can of water.
3. Add onions and garlic to pot along with beef. Stir continuously.
4. Add several cranks of pepper, a few dashes of salt, a few shakes of oregano and worcestershire sauce.
5. Reduce to low heat and place lid on pan. Let simmer for at least an hour. Check on pot from time to time and alter ingredients to taste i.e., more salt.
6. I like to boil the pasta, strain it, then add it to the sauce and let it all come together. I feel that it’s better than just pouring the sauce over the naked pasta.


Garlic, onion and my new garlic press!


Almost finished

I served this with my usual arugula and asiago salad but was too famished to remember to take a picture of everything plated. Next time!


yah boo, i’m famous

Click here to see a quick post about being a bridesmaid featuring pictures of your’s truly. If you are looking to hire a photographer with a great sense of humor, style and originality, I say go with Shannon Nicole Smith. You know it’s the truth if I’m saying it.

Pic courtesy of my iPhone.

hey punkin

Macro pumpkins are kinda gross.


gotta go

Years back my roommate and I had a “gotta go” list on our fridge of things or people we were tired of. We’d get home from a night out and stand in the kitchen, loading up the list and snacking on whatever our poor selves had around. I’m officially reinstating this as there are plenty of things that, well, gotta go. I’m only going to do 3 at a time for now because I’m trying to not indulge my negative side too much. Yes, I really did just say that.

1. The word “nom.” I’m over this baby talk crap that everyone is doing. Nom nom, nomz, goo goo gah gah. Take that shit back to the play pen. Gotta go.

2. People with Blackberrys who hate on people with iPhones. Why all the anger? We are the hippies of the tech world. All we want to do is love our iPhones and share our love of iPhones with others. For some reason you like to point out that we just got copy and paste and MMS. Sorry that we were so excited about it. We don’t judge the MANY things that your phone can’t do. So please dead all the aggression toward us. There’s probably an app for that.

3. Procrastination. I know we’re all guilty of this, myself included, but this has really gotta go. Putting off major decisions does not make them go away nor does it magically solve them. Also, your procrastination effects others around you. Just because you don’t have the guts to make a decision about something doesn’t mean that others should suffer while you pray for the other shoe to drop all on it’s own. I’m tired of your wishy-washiness and inability to be a grown-up. Suck it up. Make a choice cus this shit has GOTTA GO.


“i’m a weightlifter”

That’s what my dad used to say to me when I was getting too big for my britches. It’s true. He was definitely a weight lifter. He worked out 6 days/week for my whole life. Two spin classes back to back on Saturday morning. Bench pressed over 300 pounds. He belonged to the Winter Park YMCA for about 30 years. Everyone there knew him. They put his picture on their front desk in memoriam. I stopped by yesterday and took a pic of it.