Phoning It In

March 29th, 2010 No comments »

I’m really into the various camera apps for the iPhone because it means I no longer need to carry my camera with me. I mostly like how they oversaturate colors and vignette, which is all I need to enjoy a photo, personally, so who cares what you think you photo snob. Anyway this weekend I walked around the Mall with my friend, checking out the kite festival and cherry blossoms. It was sunny and slightly windy and cool, perfect kite-flying and cherry blossom-viewing weather. First time I’ve been down to see the blossoms in years!!

Me in front of the capitol

“Take an awkward picture of me!” Well I should’ve know that wouldn’t be so hard.

Pirate Ship Kite

The best kite we saw: pirate ship kite! Awesome.

Busy Day on the Mall

Fellow comrades enjoying our national treasures.

Cherry Blossom Tidal Basin

The camera pictures started getting shaded and weird. Instead of looking fresh and springtimey it looks like this was taken in the 19th century.

Cherry Blossoms

It’s also harder to get the horizon in a line when the glare on the phone is so bad you can’t see what you’re taking a picture of. I like to just say it’s the curve of the earth.

Nachos

To celebrate our success we got my most favorite thing EVER: Hard Times chili nachos and beer. Yum.

God, You People.

March 28th, 2010 No comments »

I went to the farmers market this morning and every time I go I’m struck by how everyone there seems to go feeble as soon as they enter.  I find it weird since DC is full of hyper-intelligent, Type A people but when confronted with farm fresh produce it’s as though they’ve never seen an apple in their life. I wanted to get something from a particular stall that had a long line to get near the counter and when the woman in front of me made it to the counter she just gazed lazily at everything, as though bored with it all. They offered to help but nope, she just wanted to look for right now. Didn’t try the samples, didn’t touch anything, just kept half-looking and didn’t move when people reached across her to grab something. Lady, it’s ten people deep behind you, now’s not the time to figure out if you left the oven on before you left the house.

This isn’t just me, is it? Surely most people recognize that there are places where, as soon as someone enters, brain function ceases.  I call these places Spheres of Stupidity and there seem to be major patterns that occur when people enter them.  First, people forget that there are other people around, often leading to strange maneuvers with total disregard for anyone else.  They also move slower, generally taking on a molasses-in-winter speed in all actions (including decision-making and reactions to other things going on around them).  Finally, the sphere leads to quick-to-anger reflexes at seemingly no one in particular, like a neanderthal who gets hit in head with a coconut and starts to roar and bash everything around him.  Or like this panda who fell from a tree.

As resident curmudgeon, I feel like it’s my duty to list some of these Spheres of Stupidity for you so that you can strategically approach these places knowing full well you’re in the company of the obtuse.

1. Highway interchanges. My god do people ever get more dumb then when they have to figure out which side of the freeway they need to be on in order to go in the correct direction?  Everyone slows down, eventually some Nobel prize winner tries to cut over four lanes of traffic at the last minute when he realizes he’s going the wrong way and everyone hates everyone and lashes out like a moron. I can’t think of a better example of a sphere of stupidity. (Major offenders: the 270 interchange, the Mixing Bowl, Rock Creek Parkway)

2. Stores (or other opportunities for shopping, such as the farmers market).  Generally the larger the scale of the store, the higher the level of stupidity. People in a Costco are dumber than people in a boutique. Which is why malls are the worst example as it pools together a huge number of stores and lets people wander among them as though in a field of branded flowers. I’ve always said there’s one thing that Americans do slowly, and it is shop. We drive like maniacs (except when we get near an interchange) and snarf down food like a dog but hot damn we’re gonna take some time to really noodle over these various consumer products. THESE EARRINGS ARE IMPORTANT. And then in all the excitement of seeing every possible item in a store, people are usually knocking into other people, stepping on others’ toes and generally acting the fool. And then we put it all on our credit cards. SEE. Stupid. (Major offenders: malls, places like farmers and flea markets, grocery stores)

3. While interacting with a cellphone. While this is more an ephemeral sphere of stupidity, there’s no doubt that as soon as someone starts engaging with their phone, they’re dumb. We all recognize how bad this is, given how much we hate driving and phone use. But this extends to even those not operating motor vehicles. You’ve seen it happen, you’re out having a nice conversation when someone whips out their iPhone and goes catatonic on you, leaving you basically talking to yourself. When I observe people who try to walk and talk at the same time, it’s as though something about the signal in a cell phone deactivates any spatial ability in a person and suddenly they are weaving all over the sidewalk like a daytime drunk.  Have you ever noticed how sometimes you’re talking to someone and their phone rings, their eyes glaze over and they’re no longer present? It’s like the little bell that sets off a hypnotized person, but instead of suddenly clucking like a chicken they’re counting down the seconds until it’s okay for them to just check who called without looking like an asshole. And just try to call someone out on it. Defense City; That Jerkstore On a Phone, Mayor. (Major offenders: every human on the planet)

4. Self-checkout. It’s really not that hard, people. I mean, really. There’s a reason you think you should have a better job than a store check-out clerk and that’s because IT IS NOT THAT HARD. The system is the exact same as the ones the clerks are doing and surely you’ve seen how that works right? RIGHT? And even worse, you are being verbally guided! The machine talks to you while you do this! It tells you the exact steps you need to complete a transaction and yet self-checkout out completely befuddles masses of people.  I don’t even bother with it anymore. It’s faster to just go through the lines with the clerks, even when people in front of you have whole cartloads of stuff. (To be fair, the only person lashing out irrationally is me. God nothing angers me like watching people use the self-checkout).

I think that covers it but please tell me if I’m missing any. I should mention that while this sounds very bitter and people-hatey, I’m just as susceptible to dumb behavior as the rest of the masses. For example, this morning I bought a $33 4lb piece of pork belly at the farmers market. That’s way more than I would normally spend and more pork belly than I will ever need in a lifetime but I was in the Sphere of Stupidity! My brain wasn’t on.

What It Feels Like For A Girl

March 14th, 2010 No comments »

Remember that awful Madonna song where she tried talking about dry skin and skinny jeans? Fuck that song you don’t even need it because here’s what it feels like for a girl as evidenced by what JUST happened to me on my walk home:

Me: [walking home in the rain with hoodie up, dork glasses on, etc.]

Car slows down, rolls down window.

Guy: Hey, excuse me?

Me:  [turns to address car]

Guy in car: Do you want to fuck tonight?

Me: [turns and walks away]

Guy: Call me!!!

If there was a Tribunal Of The World run by females, we would castrate all of you. All of you.

The Great Kitchen Cure!

March 4th, 2010 No comments »

Twice a year Apartment Therapy does a Kitchen Cure with several weeks of tasks designed to clean, refresh and revamp your kitchen and now that I’m done with school and I won’t be taking any vacations anytime soon, I fill my time with ridiculous projects.  So naturally I signed up. I feel that I should add that signing up merely means they’re going to email me once a week with some sort of new task not that suddenly I have some drill sergeant holy shit THAT’S how you spell sergeant? looking over my shoulder making sure I’m actually doing this. But I’m feeling bored motivated so I’m doing it anyway. Clearly I’m just dying for someone to just assign me something already.

We’re supposed to take before and after pictures with all our cupboards and everything open but I think kitchenwares are very personal things. Why don’t they just ask me to take a picture of my shirt off with my bank account written on my boobs?

I’m not, however, above showing you what’s in my refrigerator because I find other peoples’ fridges fascinating so I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

Doesn’t look too bad I suppose until I tell you that almost everything in there is way old,  a lot of it growing various molds/secondary organisms. Both of those egg cartons are at least two months old and yes they still have eggs in them. Obviously I’m a very wasteful person. A wasteful person who has quite a lot of beer.

I set about emptying the fridge and it became pretty clear that everything had to go.

This is the reject pile. That carton of cream? Solid. Couldn’t even pour it down the drain. I felt so bad that I tried to salvage anything possible. So I figure now’s as good a time as any to drink this sparkling sake I purchased probably two years ago now. I poured it in the only glass I owned that seemed acceptable for such a fine beverage: a cordial glass I acquired for the purpose of drinking some schnapps I bought from Germany but never did because they tasted like cough syrup.

What a nice little treat while cleaning out the fridge! And then I took a sip and dumped the whole thing out because ew. Shit’s nasty.

Huzzah! The only thing left is beer, wine, butter, some condiment, some cheese, and, inexplicably, all the ingredients needed to make kimchi. I thoroughly wiped down all the surfaces, including the bottom which suffered from permanent sticky due to an unfortunate marmalade incident.  AND I put my beer into a ridiculous order based on rank (all the really good shit is hidden in the back so my guests can’t accidentally swipe my Westvleteren. I’m known for being a gracious and generous host). I can’t stop looking at it, it’s so pretty. I’ll never buy food again to sully such a beautiful fridge….and I probably shouldn’t be allowed to buy food again, given my propensity for dumping it half-eaten.

Then I went through my cupboards and organized the dried goods and set aside things that I wanted to use right away rather than languish in the pantry for another year:

This should give you an idea of my spending habits, namely that I’m a stockpiler for things that I think will come in handy.  I grab a bag of panko and a bottle of sirarcha literally every time I go to H-Mart, and  a can of pumpkin puree every time I see it in the supermarket, and a bag of chocolate chips every time I shop at Trader Joe’s. I also figured out that people feel the need to give me with maple syrup (that is my second jar). Finally, I lost the cap to that rum and so I covered it with saran wrap and it’s been sitting there like that since New Year’s. With slightly less rum in it. Now: just what in the heck should I be making with some of this stuff?

Whew, I’m exhausted but I feel so alive!!!!! ALIVE!!!  WASN’T THAT THE MOST FUN ADVENTURE YOU’VE EVER HAD?! Look here’s a picture of my hamster holding a corncob with her feet:

ZOMG

February 15th, 2010 No comments »
Ginger Scallion Noodles and Kimchi

Ginger Scallion Noodles and Kimchi

There isn’t a lot of time but guys my homemade kimchi was ZOMGAMAZING. There’s maybe no reason to go korean bbq except it’s korean bbq and I still can’t make the meat taste the same way they do. It was a bit spicy, I’ll have to play with proportions.

But this post is to point out the ginger scallion noodles from the Momofuku cookbook which were SOOO delicious and SOOO easy you would be the most serious loser if you didn’t just try to make it now. The recipe calls for usukuchi which I went to the Hana Japanese market in U Street for and the guy was super nice and showed it to me but the bottle is entirely japanese and I swear it’s just regular soy sauce.  So I don’t think you’ll die if you just use regular soy sauce. Anyway, the recipe is here.  We ate it plain but you’re supposed to pile on veggies and meats. It’s meant to be done whichever way you want. Now go, make it!

(Also pictured: sweet potato pancakes which are just like regular potato pancakes but with sweet potatoes. I adore them and serve them with sour cream mixed with sirarcha. It’s awesome).

Someone Get Me Out of This Hell

February 10th, 2010 No comments »

Weekend

My First Vlog: Technical Difficulties Addressed.

February 9th, 2010 1 comment »

Man, the vlog response has been great! It felt really good to know that I was making a difference in the world. The way that vlog affected all of you, the great feedback I received. I have to say, I love each and everyone one of WAIT NONE OF YOU BOTHERED TO TELL ME THAT THE VLOG DIDNT WORK. Fine. Here’s the stinking vlog. Enjoy.

Vlog: Lost Edition! from Arlene Fletcher on Vimeo.

I think my most favorite thing about this vlog is that the screen capture is me with my eyes closed and mouth wide open. The camera always captures my lovely side.

Things I Bought That I Love

February 4th, 2010 1 comment »

I’ve gotten a few comments about my excessive Lost posting.  And frankly I think we’re all sick of Lost at this point; of course I say that because I just sat through fucking Bai Ling in her guest appearance on Lost and I’m wondering how much longer can I suffer through season three.  So let’s try something new and refreshing.

I miss Mindy Kaling’s great little blog that I don’t think is ever coming back since she didn’t renew her license on the domain and hasn’t updated in like a year.  Unfortunately I don’t really have the budget of an actor/comedienne/sitcom writer and I despise shopping so this isn’t going to be full of cute little outfits.  In fact I had to sit here and think about the last article of clothing I purchased (some tights around Christmas). And then I tried to think of the actual things I’ve purchased in the past two months so I looked at my credit card statement.  I eat out way too much.

Anyway, once I racked my brain for things I’ve actually purchased, I identified a couple fun new things that I just adore in that wonderful, unnatural love for consumer goods that every American has.

1. Roku: So a couple of years ago (a week ago Thursday) I came up with this plan to watch Lost as fast as humanly possible. I’ve learned that it’s not possible to watch it all that quickly. Do you realize there are 25 episodes in the first three seasons? Like twenty five episodes EACH.  Anyway I needed to get a hold of the episodes quickly and at little cost to myself. So how did I end up with a $100 product? Well I calculated how much to buy the DVDs (about $100), if I had time for the disks to arrive on Netflix (no), and whether I was willing to just go and get them at Blockbuster (what’s Blockbuster?). Honestly the Roku was the most cost-effective and palatable option.  And guys, this thing is amazing.  When I’m done I’m going to watch Skins and then Dexter, and then Wall-E 80 million times.  And I can lower my Netflix subscription down!  I’m thinking of naming my next hamster Roku.

2. Philosphy Hope in a Jar for dry, sensitive skin: I think I’ve been harping about dry skin for the past four winters on this blog.  I’d always read about the miracle powers of the Philosophy skin care line and after a few solid but non-wowing contenders, I caved and bought a tub of this stuff. And this is for serious the only facial moisterizer I’ve found that actually keeps my face moist throughout the day AND isn’t heavy or greasy. I love this stuff. And it lasts a long time. Normaly I go through a jar a winter but I still have easily 9/10 left…Screw you, I’m an interesting person.  Anyway go buy this stuff.

3. Staub 6.5 qt Dutch Oven. I’ve been wanting a dutch oven for a long time because I’ve been craving stews and short ribs and I heard you can bake a mean bread in a cast iron dutch oven. And I can use it on the stovetop too.  Also it’s so pretty. Basically this thing is going to make my life 114% more delicious.  I’ve already made short ribs and I loved them. Next I plan to do a big ole pot of homemade bolognese during Snow Storm: The Reckoning 2010. Oh, and I got the fancy name brand one because I’m a label whore and I had a gift card.

Next time I’ll try to do this with clothes and cuter stuff since springtime usually inspires me to buy a lot of $10 jersey dresses that fall apart after three washings. Or maybe I’ll do a Things I Wish I Could Buy and Love.  That would be fun for the whole family.

My Life with Lost

February 1st, 2010 No comments »

Here’s a small but telling sampling of my conversations with others the past five days

Me: OMFG.

Friend:

Me: OMFG

Friend:

Me: WTF

Friend:

Me: MICHAEL NEEDS TO DIE IN A FIRE

Friend:

Me: OMFG

Friend:

Me: I’m on episode XYZ.

Friend:

Me: AWW POOR MICHAEL

Friend:

Me: So how is [new love interest]?

Friend: Good.

Me: Does he watch Lost?

Is Lost The Button?

January 31st, 2010 No comments »

I’m currently on episode twelve from Season 2 which, I’m reliably informed, is a great time to take a “break” from serious-viewing and sort of half-watch. Based on what I’m seeing, yeah, this is a good time to sit down and capture my thoughts from season one and half of season two. (If you don’t remember what happens in that episode, or up to that point and want to see what I’m talking about, click here). Of course, the reason I didn’t write earlier is because writing took some very precious Lost time although it is my fault that I had to attend to two things thus effectively slowing me down by approximately five episodes.  At least my eyebrows look fabulous.

Since I couldn’t have my laptop underfoot the entire time I was watching, I started keeping notes on a little notepad.  And reviewing it now, there’s an interesting pattern going on here. At first I wrote all sorts of silly little observations:

  • Dude, Locke’s dad looks super creepy and not just because he is but also because he looks like John McCain and mostly I just want him away from me. He’s the epitome of creepy  old man.
  • Dude, that is one fucking impressive boat raft.
  • Dude, that guy who Sayed visits in Sydney, is he Scottish? Is that a bad accent or did he learn to speak english in Scotland? No, seriously. Go back and watch that episode.
  • Walt is totally like that scary kid from the Twilight Zone film. Have you ever seen the Twilight Zone movie? I saw it when I was 7 for the first time and I haven’t been the same since.
  • SMOKE MONSTER.

But then my notes take a turn for both the frustrated and the analytical.

A couple of my friends are actively angry at me for going through with this and the most common complaint among those anti-Lost come from those who have seen it and argue that the show always leave you with more questions than answers. Is the show purposefully cloying?

First, I mean how the hell did you guys do it? Wait in between episodes? The best part about watching it all at once is that I don’t have to wait a month or two months or six months to see the next episode. As one friend pointed out, every episode ends with more questions than answers.  They really actively make sure to hand you a couple crumbs but never show you the cake.  What happens with watching in very fast rapid succession is that you tend to notice how small the crumbs are.

One of the things I’ve been writing on my little notepad is a list entitled “Why Do They Seem So Unconcerned About ” and as you can see from my additions there’s always something new that they add

  • Where Ethan comes from
  • Monster (edited to add “smoke”)
  • Rousseau
  • the Others
  • Pressing the button
  • Desmond (and all things Desmond related like what are those vials he ran off with? where the fuck did he go?)
  • THE FUCKING OTHERS

Coupled with the fact that no one is shown discussing these issues (whether they do or not), I think one of the most frustrating parts of the show is how you quickly identify points where people choose not to communicate and how it just fucks shit up. I think all of you know what I’m talking about. When you’re screaming at the TV for someone to just say something already, goddamnit, so that they’ll put the gun down, or forget that whole idea of running off after that idiot that ran off or jesus whatever else. And yeah yeah yeah we’ve got their back story and understand their trust issues but let me remind you that WE’RE ALL SHIPWRECKED ON A FUCKING ISLAND. I am just astonished that no one ever feels the need to run up to the others and say OMGYOUWILLNOTBELIEVEWHATJUSTHAPPENEDWHATDOYOUTHINKITMEANS.

The Boy said that this is a common complaint among Lost fans and I guess the reason why we keep coming back: not necessarily hoping we, the viewers, discover the answers that we seek but that the survivors at least try to ask the questions.  I’m sure we all like to believe it probably has a lot to do with the nature of their time on and reason for being on the island. Of course, I’m only 1/6 of the way through the entire show so what do I know. But at this point I see nothing to indicate that this is going anywhere. And yet I’ll keep pressing the stupid button. Just in case.