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When I am sick I am not one of those people who sustains themselves on light soups and nourishing treats. My fist stage of illness is a lack of hunger. I dont really have an interest in eating, and will go 2-3 days with out eating much. Yesterday it was 2 coffee cups of cereal and a quesidilla. The day before it was a leftover piece of pizza and a couple of mini oreos and milk.

Eventually I realize that I need to eat something, so instead I begin to indulge in the things that just sound good.  A stop at the grocery store on the way home from work yielded my new favorite  Buffalo Wing Flavor Blasted Goldfish, Macaroni and cheese  from Stouffers, Spaghetti O’s with meatballs, and  3 lbs of cherries. The cherries will be pitted and frozen to go with my yogurt in the coming weeks.

The rest of its considered the yummiest of yummies, the things that tempt me to eat  and  keep me going.  Its the spaghetti o’s that make me feel the guiltiest. A small can so calorically dense and so nutritionally void. Aimed at Americas youth, and a guilty treat for me.
Yum.

What do you eat when you are sick?

With the project work that I’m doing, preparing the Miss Thing project, preparing for Sekrit Project #2, I’m learning what tools I need to consolidae between my computers, and learning what computer is good for what. When do i need my web design software? My recipe software? My Photos?
Do I need excel as well as Big Oven to catagorize the recipes? What do I really need?

I’m also trying to streamline what I’m writing and trying to prioritize. LJ for the posts with the nitty gritty of my life, and blog posts at the appropriate places for the rest. Content instead of blabber. Polls , while fun and while they can lead to content are not content in and of themselves.

I’m also going to share my great ideas with the rest of the world. I’ve got events that want to be planned just burbling in my brain, things i want to do, but realistically i dont have the time or energy or money to do them all. Much better to share them with the world so you can use some of my grand ideas.

I swing back and forth so dramatically between the productive and non prodcutive, i’d like to encourage just a base level productivity instead. Not to say that breaks wont happen, but even a break can accomplish something.

The coffee shop of my dreams is abuzz this afternoon, something to do with the Filk concert tonight and the Firefly events happening between today and the 23rd. The people invovlved are primarly on the fringe of my aquantaince circle, though a few friends do participate.  What i find curious about it, is just how disinterested I am.

I liked Buffy. Heck when they do the Buffy sing-a-long on the 29th, I might go. Firefly? Never seen an episode.  It’s popularity flared upon within my friends circle quickly, with friends passing episodes back and forth. “Have you seen THIS?” The new worship of Josh Wedon had begun.  And its that sort of fanaticism that drives me away.     I wonder how many people really made up there own mind, and how many just went along with the crowd.  Firefly inspires get together, role playing games, concerts, movie nights, and even the occasional benefit showing.

Some have pointed out to me that these groups are all part of a socio-political cause, pushing for the liberal movement.  While i’m not sure I would go that far, I do think that  social circles developed by Firefly are simply amazing.

I’m still not getting on the boat.

On one hand events like I heart Rummage drive me crazy. Hipster events with  sock monsters and other  diy usual suspects, clothing that is meant only for the size 2-12, and  insane pricing. 
Sure there are always some gems with fantastic products ( Estrella soap has my heart forever) , witty banter (loved talking to the LP purse guy about Stryper) and some outside the box craft work (the planters made of babyheads were made of awesome. )

I dont know if its jealousy at the talent, the drive? the devotion? I’m in awe of the amount of work that goes into some of these projects. i guess i just wish for more orginality, more deviance from the norm. 

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On the other hand, I want to see people applying the 100mile diet to  other portions of their lives. Explore your local markets, explore your local crafters! Why spend 15 bucks on shipping stuff from Canada when you have a fantastic soap maker in your backyard? Why wait 3 weeks for delivery of those new earings when there is a jeweler next door dying to take your commision.

With art it is a little bit harder, after all  one item isnt neccesarily the equivelent of another, and art is so subjective,  I just think it would be nice if we kept our business closer to home.

One drawback to being in household with 2.5 other female residents is the sheer amount of bath products and the ability for them to go missing.
Thankfully I used to sell Avon and I have no less then eleventy-seven hair brushes scattered around the house from an avon promotion no less then 7 years ago.

We have enough soap to choke a horse. Not just bars of soap nor bottles of soap, but also slivers of soap, little soap samples, some from Lush others from our swapping activites. Then there are the scrubs, and the nonsoaps, and the lotions, and the bottles of sprays, and sprays that are in bottles that used to hold completely different sprays.
Bottles and jars line the inside of the shower window, the tiered organizer the over the shower organizer.

It’s hard keeping track who’s stuff is who’s, and sometimes who’s stuff you can use for what. Who’s shampoo is that? Did you say i could use the  hot chocolate  3 in 1 or was that the Red Velvet Cake i could use? Which bodywash was making you break out?

I’m sure the sole male in the household feels a little squeezed out sometimes, though he never complains. At least he knows we’ll all smell nicely

On Sunday The fantastic Miss P and I went to I Heart Rummage  at the Crocodile Cafe in Belltown.
Belltown is one of the first real neigborhoods i explored when I moved to Seattle. i got a job at a hip little ISP and spent the next five years  exploring at lunch times and what limited time i spent there after work. 

I walked by the old office, noted that the first floor office is now a restaruant. (The buddah bar) The clothing store next door is now a gallery. The crack shack is now the Belltown “Funky lofts” , Cafe Casbah is still there, The old cafe building is finally torn down, but it doesnt look  like contstruction will be happening any time soon.   There were more families then crack dealers on the street, and more then  a few folks wandered by with maps of the area.  Nobody panhandling, nobody slumped over the sidewalk drunk. 

Familiar storefronts still beckoned, Mama’s for mexican, Noodle Ranch for crappy service but good food, Lava Lounge, Shortys. As I wandered I remembered old friends, the bookstore, the cheese shop, both closed shortly after i began working down there.
It was a nice tour of the old neighborhood and left me feeling nostalgic, even as i contemplate a move to another city.