Category Archives: Clutter

True confession # 376

Posted on December 4, 2008 by bipolarlawyercook| 3 Comments

Or some­thing like that.  I have pre­vi­ously con­fessed my love of uber-artificial “foods” like spam and velveeta.  (Insert Monty Python voice say­ing “Spam!” here).  So why do I feel kind of dirty con­fess­ing that I am cur­rently rockin’ out to a shuf­fle mix of all the Bon Jovi in my iTunes?

Right now in the rota­tion?  “You were born to be my baby.”  Yeah.  Love it.  Although really, in the end, I’m more of a “You Give Love a Bad Name” kinda gal.

Now I just need to down­load lots and lots of Van Halen.  (I’m an ecu­meni­cal VH fan– DLR and SH are both fine with me, so long as Sir Eddie’s on the gui­tar.)  And maybe, just maybe, some Whites­nake.  (And yes, “Appetite for Destruc­tion” is already loaded– but not those other albums, they are teh suck.)

Now where the hell is my hairspray?

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Posted in Clutter, just plain silly, music

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Posted on November 30, 2008 by bipolarlawyercook| 7 Comments

Here, chez BLC, it is national pie and stuff­ing pat­ties with fried eggs and gravy for break­fast week­end.  (With many thanks to back­list for the idea.)  We did leave the house for sev­eral hours yes­ter­day to do such things as go to the store for mops and brooms and other clean­ing items I some­how man­aged to for­get the other seven times I went to the store in the last two weeks, as well as to feed the SIL’s cats, but I have been in all other ways, a com­plete couch potato since Thursday.

Which is awe­some.  I caught up on my Reader, did some back end work here on the blog, did some writ­ing, caught up on some sleep, and now am enjoy­ing the seden­tary joys of load­ing CDs into iTunes on my new lap­top.  Because inter­net radio?  Meh.  All Cake, or Feist, or Moby, or what­ever else I feel like lis­ten­ing to, all the time?  Yeah.  Plus, it takes time to load those pup­pies in, which means more time on the couch.  Huzzah.

But tomor­row?  Water and low carb­ing and all that nasty exer­cise stuff begins.  Ugh.  I wish I was a bear some­times, it would mean more gravy and stuff­ing and pie for me.  But I have clothes, not fur, to fit into.  Life’s so unfair some­times, you know?

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Posted in Clutter, links, music

Oh, look! You’re taking pictures of food again!

Posted on November 24, 2008 by bipolarlawyercook| 9 Comments

“Oh, look!  You’re tak­ing pic­tures of food again!”  Hah, hah, Bet­ter Half, very funny.  Or not.  I’ve been doing all sorts of things I used to do again.  Like, oh, say, cook­ing din­ner.  And then tak­ing pic­tures of it. For that to be “nor­mal” is a judge of how far off I’ve been.

As far as din­ner goes, this is really a mish-mash, a “holy crap, I need to make room in the fridge for Thanks­giv­ing” kind of din­ner.  Frozen tuna steaks, thawed and baked in a mayo/lemon zest/lemon juice/black pep­per mush (a rip off of some “pre­served lemon aioli fish bake” I saw in last month’s Food and Wine, I mean, come on, aioli is mayo), with some TJ’s brown rice/black bar­ley whole grain blend, and some baby spinach tossed in hot olive oil until wilted in a saute pan with a whole mess of chopped pars­ley, red pep­per flakes, and the tail end of a jar of capers.

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I am grate­ful for the lit­tle man who sells hot-popped pop­corn at the entrance to the sub­way sta­tion near my work.  I don’t always buy it, but it always hits the spot, and at $1.00 a bag and a sweet smile as he scoops it all in, who cares if you fin­ish the bag.

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Over­heard on the train today.  “Yeah, that’s the prob­lem with child sup­port, man.  They’re always after your Lexus.”

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Is it pathetic that instead of just toss­ing these trouser socks I was wear­ing today that kept falling down, and wear­ing my shoes bare­foot all day (after all, I wasn’t going to be see­ing clients), I actu­ally got out some rub­ber bands and slipped them over my socks to make them stay up the rest of the day?  I made sock garters, inter­nets.  It’s either pathetic, or a sign of how badly my work neigh­bor­hood needs a drug­store with a hosiery aisle.  Maybe both.

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Posted in Better Half, Clutter, bipolar, cooking, flickr, food, links, photos, recipes

When’s soon?

Posted on September 3, 2008 by bipolarlawyercook| 10 Comments

Wide solemn eyes,
con­tem­plat­ing the choco­late bar he’s chomp­ing on,
cross-eyed.
His tow­headed page­boy tops an over­sized
blue oshkosh hooded sweat­shirt.
As he munches his choco­late bar,
he kicks his small feet in san­dals so large
his toes are nearly invisible.

“When does the train leave?“
“Soon.”

A pause.  Another bite of chocolate.

“When’s soon?”

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Posted in Clutter, memory

Random thoughts and drunken etcetera

Posted on July 21, 2008 by bipolarlawyercook| 4 Comments

258 pho­tos at the Ferry Farmer’s Mar­ket– less fat­ten­ing than Cow­girl Cream­ery Cheese.

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The Ferry Farmer’s Mar­ket: like heaven, just foggier.

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BLC (out loud): (To guy nearly kneecap­ping me with his cane) Hey, watch it!

BLC (inter­nally): Oh, shit. Another blind guy.

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I’ve never been afraid of heights before. But I tried to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge today, and only made it as far as the first tower before hyper­ven­ti­lat­ing. Wind + lots of traf­fic + wide expanses of incom­ing tide = hyper­ven­ti­la­tion. At least I got some good pic­tures. And the BH, trooper that he is, went to the mid­dle of the span for me to fin­ish out the photos.

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“None is more won­drous than man.” (Sopho­cles). I don’t often think this, but some­thing as arti­fi­cial, as inge­nious, as sci­en­tif­i­cally and aes­thet­i­cally designed as the Golden Gate Bridge? It makes me change my mind.

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I should have done a pho­toes­say: “Glasses of BlogHer.” There were some seri­ously cool specs on offer this week­end. I love girls who wear glasses.

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Two new verbs from the Bet­ter Half this weekend:

“These [Zuni Cafe] fries are so good, I am going to invent a verb. I am going to ‘cookie mon­ster’ these.”

“I don’t know what I want. I am going to just ‘Ste­vie Won­der’ here until I do.” (File under “going to hell.”)

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Re: this morning’s crack-of-dawn cable car ride: “I love the smell of steel dust in the morning.”

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There’s a blues/rock band on the cor­ner, and mar­i­juana smoke in the air. Sun­day night in Union Square.

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The laugh­ter and spit takes after fin­ish­ing a bot­tle of wine? More than worth the fact that we’re too drunk to f*ck.

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BLC: I never regret it [drunk­e­ness]– I never remem­ber it.

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BLC to BH: That reduced liver func­tion whinge? It might work bet­ter if it wasn’t because of a bad McDLT.

BH: Yeah, but are you going to write “con­t­a­m­i­na­tion by fecal mat­ter” on your blog?

BLC: No, I don’t want the google hits.

(Ooops. Well, too late.)

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You did NOT just lick the crema out of your cap­pu­cino cup, did you?

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Posted in Better Half, BlogHer, Clutter, going to hell, just plain silly