Sunday, September 28, 2008

Auburn Ambition Tour (Or Just Crazy)

It is approximately 11:16 am. This is my current list of things to do:

  • Cook: Chicken noodle soup, Orzo Vegetable Salad, Fesenjan with Rice. Also, some guy with an awesome accent is making the best looking eggplant lasagna ever on Food Network. I may have to add it to my list.
  • Bake: Banana Bread, Miracle Bars, Apple Cake
  • Clean House: I HATE DOING THIS!!! I'm really hoping the dust bunnies stop pro-creating and the mountain of laundry self-cleanses. It could happen, right?
  • Catch up on 3 different work projects: I have almost 40 emails that I need to respond to--and that's the easiest of the three projects.
  • Write Thank You cards: I'm grotesquely behind. If I owe you sign of gratitude, please know that I have some manners and a written notice is pending.
  • Write: I have two stories burning holes in my brains. They're both ridiculous, but I must get them out.
  • Choose wedding and baby shower gifts: Suddenly everyone is having an event and giant registries. So many choices, so little time.

Oh, and M is weak and lethargic. I'm seriously hoping it's not a ploy to get out of helping me. (Actually, I know it's not). Either way, I think it's only polite that I take care of him as well.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Meet Your Future President

Hello. Do you remember the young lady who came into the living rooms of America and confused the hell out of us with her knowledge of geography? I'm referring to this one:

Frankly, I worried about her. I wondered who would ever hire her if she happened to graduate. How could she survive? Then I remembered that we already had a cheerleader in the White House--and he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box.

Now, we have this genius:

And she may be dumber than a doorstop, but she's always cheerful:

So, the good news is, I'm not worried about Miss South Carolina surviving. The bad news is that I'm scared for the future of this country and embarrassed for women everywhere.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

David Foster Wallace--R.I.P.

David Foster Wallace, Writer, is dead at 46.

As many of you know, his short story "Girl With Curious Hair" inspired my blog name. His wit and style entertained many.

Many years ago, I learned about DFW for the first time in this interview:

May he rest in peace.

Train Run

I boarded a train from Solana Beach to Oceanside at 6:30am. I ran 12 miles down the coast in less than 2.5 hours (8-2 intervals). I must say, I have kind of impressed myself. Plus, while exhausted and limp-noodly at the moment, I feel great.