Filed under: Life Goals, Música | Tags: carnie, Fountains of Wayne, funemployment
I start my carnie job tomorrow. Needless to say, I’m really excited. I wish I had religious reasons for wearing cute skirts to work, but since I don’t, I’m stuck going khaki/black/brown long shorts/pants shopping today. In addition to buying stuff for a sack lunch.
WOO gainful employment!!
Filed under: Life Goals, Música, Stupid Boys | Tags: baking, Compulsive Gamblers, dating, Mary Weiss
I went on a first date today. It was awkward, but nice. I haven’t been on a proper first date since high school. I’m glad I went.
A little Elliott Smith Big Star cover to sum it up.
And another song I listened to a lot last night, which doesn’t really fit, but is pretty nevertheless:
Today I checked out the America’s Test Kitchen Best of 2009 cookbook. It’s a pretty good read. And I think I found a proper drop biscuit recipe that I’m excited to try out. I wish I was in a cover band. I always have. Always will.
Filed under: Música | Tags: funemployment, Jimmy Eat World, Smashing Pumpkins, The Ataris
I keep fluctuating mood wise, but overall I’m optimistic that this summer will go down in history as a summer to remember. If I get over my little neurotic self-denial act, I might date someone (like for real and not just “seeing” as I’ve been prone to do). I might have a good job (i.e. cool.) And all in all, I’ll be drunk and happy and eating fresh baked goods. What more do I need?
In honor of that, all hail suburbia! Some good videos that honor suburban boredom/the joys of summer:
download The Smashing Pumpkins’ “1979″
download Jimmy Eat World’s “The Middle”
And finally, a nice cover to get you going:
Filed under: Life Goals, food | Tags: baking, Blackberry, Buttermilk Cake, funemployment, recipe
Here’s a simple buttermilk cake recipe. Not only is it incredibly easy to make, but it is also delicious, and has the perfect consistency. The texture is just light enough that I ate the whole thing (minus a few pieces shared with my temporary roommates) all by myself and didn’t feel the huge fatty that I am! Anyways:
Buttermilk Cake + Blackberries
- 1 cup flour
- 1/2 t baking powder
- 1/2 t baking soda
- 1/4 t salt
- 1/2 stick butter (softened)
- 2/3 c sugar (+ extra for top)
- 1/2 t vanilla
- 1 egg
- 1/2 c buttermilk
- Whisk: flour, baking powder, baking soda, & salt. Set aside.
- In separate bowl, beat: butter & sugar until fluffy (~ 2 min). Add vanilla & egg. Beat well.
- Mix in flour in 3 batches, alternating with buttermilk. So: flour, buttermilk, flour, buttermilk, flour. Mix until just combined.
- Spoon into buttered/floured 8×8 cake pan. Sprinkle sugar on top.
- Optional, but delicious. Drop in ~ 1 cup ripe berry (your choice! I used blackberries.)
- Bake at 400, ~20 minutes (until knife comes out clean/golden brown.)
(Original: Gourmet)
When I get some ramekins and cream of tartar, I’m making a modified version of this Lemon Sponge Pudding Cake. And it will be delicious. When I have a house of my own/I move to Miami and have a semi-permanent address, I want to subscribe to Bon Appetit, Woman’s Day, & Gourmet.
Tomorrow I find out exactly when my funemployment comes to an end (hopefully on Wednesday!). Then I will be a carnie at Oaks Park in Portland. The first day or two (maybe even three) of being graduated were all fun and dandy, but now I’m bored. I’m getting antsy. All I do is lay in the sun, read books, think about cooking, play Left 4 Dead, and go on obscenely long walks. Which all sounds awesome, but really I’m getting bored. And mainly, I’m absolutely broke so I really could use the weekly (!!) paycheck that comes with being a carnie.
Some days I just feel like I can’t get it right. Even with someone holding my hand, guiding me step-by-step, somehow I manage to get confused and tangle myself up in ways I didn’t think were possible.
Some days I feel like Larry David meets Lost.
Filed under: Life Goals, School, Stupid Boys, The New Deal | Tags: good decisions, graduated, Greg Cartwright, real life, Reed
I’m all set up in my new subletted third of a basement. It’s the first real house I’ve lived in here in Portland and I’m quickly coming to the realization that this is the city I want to live in. Forever. I really don’t want to move to Miami. I really don’t want to do City Year. But I will and maybe I’ll come back and continue my love affair with this city. But for right now, I’m enjoying being an unemployed townie. While technically I have two jobs, neither has officially began yet, so I’m living up the unemployed status while it lasts. Thus far, I’ve done Tobey related maintenance/repair things, slept with someone right after I said the official goodbye to the boy I would’ve married (even though we joked, I would’ve mentioned him had the conversation not segued), walked a lot, drank a lot, and generally milled about. I also made a good awesome buttermilk blackberry cake.
In line with graduating and finishing everything Reed related, I started a new journal. A nice journal. A physical journal with acid-free, lightly lined paper, a leatherette cover, and matching bookmark. It has one entry so far. Ironically detailing my regression into my townie loving ways. Good decisions abound. Good covers don’t abound:
I found a beer I like a lot. A real beer, a ‘fancy’-ish (i.e. not dear old PBR or $1 Olys) beer. (Henry Weinhard’s Private Reserve…. also Vanilla Creme is dope!). I guess I’m officially a hipster adult now. My only complaint is that this adds another thing to the ever-growing list of things “I atleast walk away with” from the Movie Man and all drama that is sure to ensue. Add Dennis Wilson and a push towards garage and you have a full-picture of our could-be, won’t-be, really don’t want it to be relationship. (But still Greg Cartwright seems to make the bad decisions a whole lot better–that and the junior high nature of it):
Everytime I look over to my new clothing storage unit/counter top and I see my Reed diploma (still in the little book thing since I haven’t bought a frame yet) I can’t help but feel really proud. Like I told the carnie boss today at my job interview (woo! I’m a carnie AND an autism school’s teacher’s assistant!), with each passing day, I’m realizing just how much I learned. I’m still waiting for the day when I wake up and feel smart again, though. I’m more proud of my laurels than my diploma though:
Every jackass gets a diploma, but the laurels (as douchey as I feel for saying it) are special. We all worked really hard, even if it didn’t always seem like it, to get those. And damn, I almost died getting mine. If that cyst wasn’t symbolic of my thesis, then I don’t know what the hell was going on with that!
I need to take the pictures from my family’s camera (and mine for that matter), but here’s the shot emailed to me by the photography company. I’m surprised that they managed a good shot since all I was thinking about was “don’t fall, remember to shake the Dive’s hand, don’t wipe your hand after you shake, etc.” I ain’t even glaring, rolling my eyes, yawning, or fidgeting!! Me in all my shining graduating glory:
Woohoo! Go me!
Who knew “American Girl” never charted? Not me. That’s for sure.
Filed under: Life Goals, Música, School, Television | Tags: goooooaaaalllll!!!!, graduation, Rolling Stones, The Sopranos
Me & Hardie finished The Sopranos just in time. I feel like my life cut off with no answer, just theories.
It’s just another moonlight mile, I guess. Whatever that means.
I’m all grown up. When’d that happen?
Filed under: Life Goals, School | Tags: Alejandra Pizarnik, Árbol de Diana, thesis hell, translation
I finished my thesis! It is now filed under the Pizarnik thesis page. You can download it here, or click here to read a little about it.
