Pasta song
Let the record show that when I'm eating pasta -- I'm thinking specifically of Pasta Mia in Adams Morgan, Washington D.C. -- I'm singing the song that starts at -:31 in my head.
Labels: Pasta song
Welcome to my submission
Hello.
Over the years I've had a myriad blogs -- none of which I've actually let people read. Welcome to a new era of open-source erieing. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to not judge me. Or, you know, to judge me silently.
I forsee this as a place for mundane updates and a holding dock for the cool stuff I come across.
For today's mundane update -- henceforth to be referred to as "mundates" -- I'm back in D.C. I came home to an empty (Loren moved his stuff out...) apartment, featuring full trash cans and no trash bags in said cans (Loren was apparently keeping it street while moving out). My grumpiness subsided when Ambar arrived. Ambar is joining Loren in vacating ol' 3016, so we're currently wading through a bunch of potential roommates -- we'll see how that goes. I'm lucky that housing is so crazy here that people are banging down our finger-smudged electronically-regulated door to live anywhere near to AU.
For cool stuff I've come across:
Cheap Monday Jeans
I haven't decided whether this is cool or just interesting -- it is certainly one if not both. I guess some swedish designers were all "Hej, Christianity is wack, and we're far too industrious and stylish to just complain about it, so let's make hip clothes in protest!" Well, they were and they did.
Read the story on CBS
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/12/30/ap/world/mainD8EQITM80.shtml
Then buy the duds on Ebay
http://cgi.ebay.com/CHEAP-MONDAY-Tight-5805-Jeans-brand-new-UNISEX_W0QQitemZ7735094050QQcategoryZ11483QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
