Monday, October 31, 2005

This is one of those days when I can't stop posting. I'm going to the Village Halloween parade later, so I'll probably put up pictures.

Anyway, this meme, with a few questions snipped, is from Poppy.

2. Whom would you most like to kill?
No one, though there are a few people I find annoying.

3. Would you shoot, stab, or strangle him/her? Discuss.

4. Favorite element?
Chlorine came to mind.

8. Burial or cremation?
Cremation. The very thought of burial makes me claustrophobic.

9. Paper or plastic?

10. Divorce or murder?

11. Mini-blinds or granny drapes?
Neither. I like lots of natural light.

12. Do I look fat in this?

13. Who's better, the Beatles or the Stones?

14. Don't you hate it when people say "EYE-talian" instead of "IH-talian"?
I've never heard anyone say that, but it would be annoying.

15. What kind of siding do you have on your house? Who gives a shit?
It's a brick apartment building.

17. Have you ever shot a man just to watch him die? Explain.
No. Have you?

18. What is your most shameful Home Shopping Network purchase? Is it a figurine of some sort? It is? EEEEEWWWWWWW....
I can honestly say I've never bought anything from HSN.

19. Stucco or EIFS?

20. extra mayo or hold the mayo?
Hold the mayo.

21. What's cooler, the quadratic equation or Avogadro's number?
Didn't Avogadro's number have something to do with moles? Not the animal kind, but still. I like that.

22. Tesla: heavy metal band or inventor/scientist?
Heavy metal band.

23. Who sent this to you, and are they so fucking dead the next time you see them?
No one sent it to me, I saw it over at Poppy's.

24. The Clash: Should they stay or should they go?
They can stay. I like "Rock the Casbah."

25. The one dentist out of ten who hated Trident... man or myth?

26. Nick and Jessica or Sonny and Cher?
Sonny and Cher.

27. Is "Forte" (as in, piano is not my forte) pronounced "Fortay" or "Fort?" And do you really give two shits? Really? Oh. Okay then.
When it's used as a direction in music - it's pronounced "fortay."
When you say "Cooking is my forte" - the e is silent.

28. Can you sing all the words to that song by Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam--you know the one where they mispronounce "Que Sera Sera?"

29. Which "Heather" are you? "Tweety", "Megabitch" or "Corn Nuts"? Explain.
Corn Nuts, I guess.

30. Most of your time on the computer is spent: a.) doing work, 2.) looking at porn or c.) trying out out-witty your friends and family with mockeries of email chain letters
Blogging and writing.

31. Do you have a trophy husband who looks like Cary Elwes? You don't? Well Jege does. Ha ha ha.
My husband has been told he looks like Emilio Estevez, Jerry Seinfeld and "Skinny Joey" (a friendly Philadelphia gangster). I don't know what Cary Elwes looks like.

32. Were you born a poor, black child? I was.

33. Have YOU found YOUR "special purpose?" Cite examples.
Writing. Maybe yoga too. And cooking.

34. Cheney, Rumsfeld, Bush: Axis of Evil or Trio of Idiots?
Trio of Idiots.

35. Which best describes you? a.) Trump's "You're Fired" b.) Flo's "Kiss My Grits" c.) This plate of mashed yeast.

B. Also, Adam Sandler says "Kiss my grits" when he sees his ex-girlfriend in The Wedding Singer, one of my favorite movies.
I just made this soup and it's magically awesome. If you like sweet potatoes, try it!!!!

Sweet Potato and Peanut Soup (from Jeanne Lemlin's Simple Vegetarian Pleasures)

2 T olive oil
4 garlic cloves, minced
1 T minced ginger root
3 large onions, diced
2 T dry-roasted unsalted peanuts, plus finely chopped peanuts for garnish
1/2 t ground (powdered) ginger
6 c vegetable stock (I like Kitchen Basics, it's low sodium)
3 large sweet potatoes (2 1/2 lbs), peeled and cut into 1/2-inch dice
1 T brown sugar
Pinch cinnamon
1 t salt
Generous seasoning freshly ground black pepper

1. In a large stockpot, heat the oil over medium-high heat. Add the garlic, ginger root, onions and peanuts. Saute, stirring often, until the onions begin to brown, about 10 min. Sprinkle on the ground ginger, toss and cook 1 min.
2. Stir in the stock, sweet potatoes, brown sugar, cinnamon, salt and pepper. Partially cover the pot. Cook the soup until the sweet potatoes are soft, about 20 min.
3. Let the soup cool slightly, then remove about 2 c of it and set that portion aside. Puree the soup in a few batches and return it to the pot. Stir in the reserved soup. Reheat the soup. Serve in bowls and garnish with some chopped peanuts.

During this recipe, I realized that my food processor has expired. Soup kept gushing out of its bottom and I realized it had a leak. Aaa! So I used my blender instead.

Also, here's a meme it occurred to me to do. Feel free to do this! I think it is a groovy way to find out about each other's reading tastes.

You pick a shelf in your bookcase and write down all the books on it. I was torn between the second and third shelf and I'll go with the second, just randomly.

The Secret Life of Bees (S. Monk Kidd)
In Her Shoes (J. Weiner)
Timbuktu (P. Auster)
For Kings and Planets (E. Canin)
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (M. Kundera)
Range of Motion (E. Berg)
Men and other Mammals (J. Keeble)
Stuart Little (E.B. White)
The Progress of Love (Alice Munro)
The Vegan Guide to New York City
Plainsong (Haruf)
Lying Awake (Salzman)
Milkrun (Mylnowski)
Joy School (Berg)
Harriet the Spy (Fitzhugh)
Asking for Trouble (Young)
A Promising Man (Young)
Anil's Ghost (Ondaatje)
Speaking with the Angel (ed. Hornby)
Pink Slip (Ciresi)
Durable Goods (Berg)
Man and Boy (Parsons)
Travels with Charley (Steinbeck)
Amsterdam (McEwan)
Fortune's Daughter (Hoffman)
Water Witches (Bohjalian)
In the Pond (Jin)
The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald)
The Beggar Maid (Munro)
My Little Blue Dress (Maddox)
Meeting Luciano (Esaki-Smith)
Our Mutual Friend (Dickens)
Fifth Business (Davies)
Simply Divine (Holden)
The Catcher in the Rye (Salinger)
The Angel Book (Goldman)
Dubliners (Joyce)
Asleep (Yoshimoto)
Ralph's Party (Jewell)
Can You Keep a Secret? (Kinsella)
Monkey Beach (Robinson)
Rachel's Holiday (Keyes)
Dating without Novocaine (Cach)
Amanda's Wedding (Colgan)
Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married (Keyes)
Don't You Want Me? (Knight)
New York Stories from the New Yorker
Quentin's (Binchy)
A Girl's Best Friend (Young)
Irish Girls About Town (Binchy, Keyes, Kelly)
Wanderlust (Dyer)
Talking to Addison (Colgan)
The Fantastic Mr. Fox (Dahl)
In a Sunburned Country (Bryson)
The Essential Charlotte (Schmais)
Sloppy Firsts (McCafferty)
Second Helpings (McCafferty)
Angels (Keyes)
The Accidental Tourist (Tyler)
Scarlet Feather (Binchy)
Looking for Andrew McCarthy (Colgan)
New York Stories: The Best of the City Section of the NY Times
Someone Like You (Kelly)
I don't know why the urge to do this overcame me, but I am going to share with you the high- and lowlights of my long, varied and sometimes tawdry work history.

OSCO. This is a drugstore, like CVS. The branch of Osco where I worked is now closed. Most of the time we were there, we were asked to "face" lotion (e.g., make sure all the bottles were facing the same way). I worked there with my friend G (we were both in high school) and we liked to eat many things that would make me cringe now, such as brightly colored gummy Life Savers and black-and-white cookies from a nearby bakery. We called them ying-yangs (as in, "Can you get me a ying-yang?") G had a crush on our boss, who was 23, which seemed ancient to us then. She considered asking him to the prom, but she didn't.

BABYSITTING. One of the families I babysat for included a husband with a huge stack of Playboys in plain view. My mom sent me a newspaper clipping last year. It was the police blotter of my hometown, and said that the daughter of that family threatened her parents with a knife! Connection? I think so. Bear in mind I grew up in a neighborhood that makes the Waltons look dangerous.

RE-JAYS. This was a tailory where my main job was to rip zippers. There is a little tool for this. Then a new zipper is sewn in (I didn't do that part; I still can't sew). The woman I worked with, who was much older (I was 14) warned me to "stay away from boys."

TACO BELL. Yes, I worked at the Bell. It was the summer after senior year of high school, and Taco Bell was in the food court of my local mall. My boss was a lesbian, and once took me aside to say she thought I "was one of the most attractive people who worked there". I was like, "Uh, thanks." She also had a habit of taking the spray hose from the sink and using it to wash the floor, which was quick and efficient.

THE MOVIE THEATER. To this day, for better or worse, this is probably my favorite job. We got a commission on our concession sales; free candy if the box was "voided" (many supervisors would simply dent the box of candy and then share it with everyone); free movies for ourselves, family and friends; and a fun environment surrounded by other college kids who all ended up dating each other. Highlights of this job included: Once I was in the box office with another girl, J. A guy bought tickets, and I recognized him.

Me: Didn't you buy tickets for ID4? [Independence Day] You look like Jeff Goldblum.
Him: You don't remember me. A lot of people went to see that.
Me: Oh yes I do, you had your cell phone and you called your friend Steve to see if he was coming.
Him: Wow. Wanna go out to dinner sometime?
Me: [laughing in shock]

After he was gone:
Me: Did it seem like I was interested in him? ['Cause I wasn't, I just have a good memory for certain things.]
J: Well, you did remember a lot.

We also found a dead mouse or rat in the popcorn room. Also, when you make theater popcorn, you add a glistening orange powder that is not natural in any way, plus fake butter. The moral of this story: don't eat popcorn at the movies.

All my post-college jobs were pretty boring so I'll skip 'em.

Happy Halloween, and feel free to share your own work stories!


Sunday, October 30, 2005

What a long day! And an interesting one. The soup kitchen was pretty enjoyable. I was on water detail and also helped out with pastries. One guy was thrilled to get the crumbs at the end; another tried to get pastries on 4 separate occasions.

Anatomy class was really long. The high point was when we had to palpate each other's psoas (pronounced soaz). This is a hip flexor muscle. Mine was very easy to find, apparently. Some people's psoas was hard to locate, and there were people gathered around them, poking them.

The kirtan was really interesting as well. It's hard to find words to describe it. AT came with me, and said he wished there was that level of enthusiasm at his church. The kirtan leader was a real character.

At one point a girl in the kirtan band walked around and pressed two Hershey kisses and one rose petal in our hands.

Bear in mind it was a Halloween kirtan, so some of the people dressed up.

I also took a picture of the skeleton the teacher uses for anatomy class.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Meme time

Tagged by Lish! I am doing this quick over oatmeal, before I go to the soup kitchen (volunteering, not eating ;)

Three names I go by:
My own name
Deedee (my niece used to call me this)

Three screen names I have had:
Bearette24 is the only one
Briefly, I had an email address called

Three physical things I like about myself:

Three physical things I don't like about myself:
Let's be positive, right? ;)
I don't like it when I get undereye bags.

Three parts of my heritage:
I think that's all I am...

Three things that scare me:
Most creepy-crawlies
Tom Cruise (just kidding)

Three of my everyday essentials:
Allergy meds
Oatmeal with soy milk and raisins
Dates (the fruit kind)

Three of my favorite musical artists:
Tori Amos
Pet Shop Boys
Zero 7

Three of my favorite songs:
Bizarre Love Triangle (New Order)
Cornflake Girl (Tori Amos)
West End Girls (Pet Shop Boys)
Yes, I have strong '80s tendencies.
Oh, and how can I forget Enjoy the Silence (Depeche Mode)? Can't limit myself to three on this one.

Three things I want in a relationship:

Three lies and truths in no particular order:
I'll let you decide what's what.
I have twin sisters
My hair is naturally red
My vision is 20/20

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to me:
Those are really my biggies.

Three of my favorite hobbies:

Three things I want to do really badly right now:
Pay off my student loans
Finish up the yoga teachers' training program
Publish a novel

Three careers I've considered/I'm considering
And yoga teacher

Three Places I want to vacation:
I'm kinda vacationed out. I wouldn't mind returning to San Diego and San Fran.

Three kid's names I like:
Isabella (maybe - too fancy?)
Daisy (though no one else does)

Three things I want to do before I die:
Become debt free
Have a doggy that neither of us is allergic to
Publish a novel!
Maybe have a kid

Three ways that I am stereotypically a boy:
I hate to talk on the phone (I'm an email person)
When I shop, I'm in and out very quickly
Can't think of another

Three ways that I am stereotypically a girl:
When I do drink, I like girly drinks (e.g., Cosmo)
I love reading fiction
I love a good chick flick

Three celeb crushes:
D is my very favorite, of course :)
Colin Firth
Dr. O'Malley on Gray's Anatomy
Nobody else right now

Three people I would like to see post this meme:

Friday, October 28, 2005

This just in...

I'm reading my copy of Us before dinner and...

Gwyneth Paltrow is pregnant again!
I feel so productive! I woke up early (for me), cranked out two pages of my novel, and revised my ustrasana sequence (part of my yoga homework - we had to write a sequence of poses leading up to a backbend. The backbend is called camel pose, or ustrasana).

Tomorrow is going to be super busy. I'm going to the soup kitchen with AT for my "karmic yoga" assignment. AT has warned me that toward the end of the month, the soup kitchen denizens are running low on their welfare checks and there can be fights. I will try to send peaceful vibes to everyone. I am also going to wear old clothes. That seems like a good idea, yes?

Then there will be 5 hours of anatomy class, which is actually one of the toughest subjects we've studied in yoga school. T is used to it because she majored in dance in college, and they actually played around with corpses and labeled them. For me the language stuff (Sanskrit) is much easier. My mind is much more verbal than scientific (except bio, which I like).

Then there will be a kirtan (another thingy I need to go to, to fulfill my requirements), but I am actually looking forward to it. The kirtan will be led by Bhagavan Das, a guy who is apparently 6'3" without his dreads, 6'8" with (that's what I heard, but it's probably an exaggeration). T went to his kirtan last week and says I "will groove on it." ;) For your info, a kirtan is an event where everybody sings in Sanskrit for 2 hours, and some people get up and dance! We'll see what happens. My mentor is also a big Bhagavan Das fan, and says he has gone to BD events with a fever and ended up not able to sit still.

Tonight we might see Capote, in which case I'll fill y'all in.

And thanks for listening to all my blatherings. Your blogs - especially Liz's doggy and whimsical observations, Bdogg's quizzes, and Lisa's book lists - make my day a yummier place ;) And who can forget Frema's new glasses? And Carolyn's children's wall art ;)

P.S. I thought you might all like to know - I bought 2 songs from iTunes last night.

Madonna's new single (in which she blatantly samples another song, but it's good anyway)
"Lucky Man" by The Verve

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I just came back from writing class and it was fabulous! There are about 7 girls, plus the teacher, who is a published author. Yay! She seems really cool, like someone I could be friends with. Another girl in the class has all these connections (her husband works for Warner Media) and says that Nicole Kidman is a lesbian and has a girlfriend, and she and Tom (who is also gay, she says) were married just shy of 10 years so that under California law, their property would be split advantageously. I don't know if any of this is true or not but it's interesting. Oh, and she also says Dolly Parton is gay and Kristen Davis too (from Sex in the City). I don't know whether to believe it or not. Oh, and John Travolta too! At which point another girl piped up, "He hit on my friend in the steam room." Apparently John Travolta and Kelly Preston live in different parts of their house and there are pool boys all over the place. And Candace Bushnell and her husband have an open marriage, and Candace Bushnell is a coke fiend. Yikes!

Anyway, we'll be sharing 10 pages of our novels each week with the rest of the class. The teacher, who is also an agent, assures us that it is not impossible to get an agent - if you can write a book, you can get one, she says. So we'll see!

I henna'd my hair again just to make sure I have COMPLETE gray coverage and because T told me she lets it stay in for 3-4 hours. I only let mine stay in half an hour before. Today I let it stay in for 2 hours, at which point I had to go out and do stuff.

Also, the carrot/ginger/beet soup recipe was very good. If anyone wants it, let me know and I'll post it.

And now for the burning question...

Bdogg asks on her blog:

If you could eat only 5 things for the rest of your life, what would they be?

You're all going to think this is disgustingly healthy (or parts of it), but I will say:

my recipe for baked ziti
my tofu stir fry with Muenster cheese, marinara and vegetables
oatmeal made with soy milk and raisins
I'm watching Oprah for the first time, because Jules told me James Frey would be on. My favorite moment so far:

Oprah: I CANNOT BELIEVE you had a root canal without Novocain or anything. That is like BEING CRUCIFIED.

James (shrugging): It was pretty unpleasant.

He's surprisingly mellow, given all the rage he talked about in his books. He seems very down-to-earth and likable, with a strong twang in his voice.

Anywho, I am off to yoga after this, followed by my writing class. I hope it's fun. I am making carrot, ginger and beet soup to eat during class (it's supposed to be good cold).

Meme from Poppy

But before I go into it, I'd like to point out that Liz is getting an extra special shirt. I am honored that Liz thought of me in connection with this shirt because I am a fan of all things Molly (Ringwald, of course). Liz also has a super cute dog, who was recently blessed.

So here I go:

Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Alex Trebek, Rose Kennedy, John Leguizamo, and I think David Spade.

Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?
Nope. I was one of those good, bookish kids.

Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?
I've sung in front of 4 people. This will change when I become a yoga teacher.

What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?
Eyes and shoulders.

What is your biggest mistake?
Going to law school.

Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?

Say something totally random about yourself.
I like pink, purple and red.

Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
Yup. If you've read the blog, you know all of them.
Most flattering: Natalie Portman
Least flattering: Alanis Morissette
Most perplexing: Faye Dunaway (wrong hair color!)

Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
Not really. Although I loved "The Little Mermaid" back in the day.

Did you have braces?
Yes, from sixth grade to the beginning of ninth grade.

Are you comfortable with your height?
Pretty comfortable. I don't really want to be taller or shorter.

Do you speak any other languages?
I took French in high school and Italian in college.

Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
Yes, when I was in my sister's wedding back when I was 15. (She's 10 years older.)

What magazines do you read?
Us (although I'm considering dropping my subscription, too much Jessica Simpson for me); Yoga Journal; Every Day with Rachael Ray.

Have you ever ridden in a limo?
1) When I was 13, I was in the national spelling bee and we took a limo to the airport to go to D.C. I was living north of Boston at the time. I'd never taken a limo before. I don't think my mom had either, and one of her coworkers thought it was a fun idea.
2) One of my friends went to the prom with a limo company owner's son, so we went in one of their limos ;)

Has anyone you were really close to passed away?

Do you watch MTV?
Nope. I used to watch it a bunch in the '80s, though. All those good videos. ("Take on Me" by A-Ha...yeah!)

What's something that really annoys you?
When people say hurtful things.

What's something you really like?
Reading, writing, yoga, hanging out with yummy people.

Can you dance?
Sort of. In my own, idiosyncratic way!

What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
All-nighters in college (one or two).

Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I have to say I like Rachael Ray's new magazine. It's called Every Day with Rachael Ray (silly title, I know), but it has a lot of recipes that sound good. Such as:

macaroni and cheese with chiles (she says you can use 2 8-oz packages of any kind of cheese! Muenster and cheddar, here I come)

sweet pea risotto

stuffed zucchini

ratatouille pasta (minus the eggplant for me)

carrot soup (just baby carrots, ginger and vegetable stock)

and so on. She even talks about how her doggy, Boo, died and includes one of the recipes she used to make for her, called Boo-sotto. It contains veal, which ordinarily really bums me out (calves raised for veal are treated very, very badly), but I did think it was cute that she made recipes for her doggy. A lot of the recipes I can't make, because of their meat content, but she is pretty good about including vegetarian recipes and vegetarian versions of the meat recipes. So I think I may subscribe.

She even includes workable gift ideas! I don't know about you, but the usual suggested gifts in magazines don't really work for me: "buy days-of-the-week underpants for your family!" or "tacky costume jewelry for the one you love!" I can't say which one I'm going to buy for the fam, because CERTAIN FAMILY MEMBERS are reading my blog (hi, sis!), but it's a good one.

I know it's early to start thinking about Christmas presents, but when you have the following people to shop for:

brother's wife
brother's kids (2)
sister's husband
sister's kids (3) gotta start early. My Amazon shopping cart is already filling up.

I also bought some things at Old Navy yesterday: a magically comfortable pair of velvet clogs (I know, it sounds tacky, but they work), a pink T-shirt with a cat on it, a rugby-type shirt with thin stripes, and a present for somebody. I used my $10 off coupon; very proud of myself. D got a hat and gloves.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Today was our second day of backbends at yoga school. I did scorpion! This involved:

T doing downward dog (hands and feet on the ground, hips up in the air)
I put my forearms on the ground, facing T. Then I rose one leg and the teacher helped me flip up my other leg. Then I put both feet on T's back!!!

Wish I had a picture.

In other news, I put henna in my hair.
I fell asleep at 4:52 last night (or that was the last time I saw on the digital clock). For some reason, although it was not this way in college, if I drink even one glass of something alcoholic, I am up almost all night and sleep becomes a distant dream.

The day began really well yesterday. We had backbends at yoga school, which was great. One girl who has had problems with depression said that they're an antidepressant, and I have to say it's true. After backbending all day I was so blissed out that I forgot my mat and had to trek back to get it before dinner.

We had dinner at Lasagna, which was surprisingly un-campy, although the waiters are starting to recognize us. I got lasagna primavera and a glass of zinfandel. So pink and so lethal :(

The night before we went to Thailand Restaurant with S and his new girlfriend C. It was nice to have S back - he'd been living in the Midwest for a while, where he grew up.

Oh well, today will be a better day. I am already digging my oatmeal. Someone said on Kim's blog that if you give up high fructose corn syrup, you will lose weight. I have to say it's true. My jeans are loose and I don't have any cravings. D and DG both got dessert last night and I had no interest in sampling it!

Friday, October 21, 2005

Ok, I went a little overboard

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF)

You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.

You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.
Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.

You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.
Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.

In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.

At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.

With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.

As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.

On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.

Your Brain's Pattern

Your mind is a multi dimensional wonderland, with many layers.
You're the type that always has multiple streams of though going.
And you can keep these thoughts going at any time.
You're very likely to be engaged in deep thought - and deep conversation.

Your Animal Personality

Your Power Animal: Deer

Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda

You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.
While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational.

Your Musical Tastes Match: Nicole Kidman

See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)

You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!

Your Mood Ring is Light Blue

Emotions mixed

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.
That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!
The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.

You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.
Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.
You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?

You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.
Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.
As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

Your Power Color Is Magenta

At Your Highest:

You energize yourself and push others to suceed.

At Your Lowest:

You feel frustrated and totally overwhelmed.

In Love:

You are suprised by who you attract. You're a love magnet.

How You're Attractive:

Open and free spirited, people want to explore the world with you.

Your Eternal Question:

"What is my next source of inspiration?"

Your 1920's Name is:

Pearlie Mammie

Your Fortune Is

Life is like a sewer... what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.

Friday quizzes from Bdogg!


They call you sticky fingers for a reason!

Your Japanese Name Is...

Nozomi Yoshida

Your World View

You are a happy, well-balanced person who likes people and is liked by others.
You question whether many conventional views on morality are valid under all circumstances.
You are essentially a content person.

Sometimes, you consider yourself a little superior.
You are moral by your own standards.
You believe that morality is what best suits the occasion.

You Are 20% Boyish and 80% Girlish

Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.
You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.
A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.
But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.

Here's my sister's new dog, Chloe, with my sister's roommate.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Yay! I found out today I got into a course I applied to. I know, I must be insane doing this on top of yoga school, but this class is (hopefully) only lecture and it's on Wednesday nights, which doesn't clash with anything. Plus it's really near my house. It lasts 8 weeks, excluding Thanksgiving.

It's called "Chick Lit: How to Write It, How to Get Published" and it's taught by an author, Stephanie Lehmann, who is also a literary agent! I read her latest book and liked it. The application involved a letter of interest and a writing sample, so I sent the first 1,750 words of my novel. The sample happened to end on a cliffhanger, always a good thing, I figured.

I have what is known as book backup, because of yoga school, so I was excited/dismayed to see that many of my books at the library are ready. I am still plowing through the most recent book in The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series. If you haven't checked that out, you might want to. It seems to be one of the few series that everyone likes. For example:

my mother
D's mother
and I

all like it.

Harry Potter does not fare so well. Out of the above group:

my mother read one Harry Potter book, and didn't read any others
D has read them all
D's mother doesn't read them
I don't read them

Anyway, so the following books are ready for me at the library: The Au Pairs sequel by Melissa de la Cruz (this is a YA series about 3 au pairs in the Hamptons); Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire; Birds of America by Lorrie Moore; and Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner.

The word-of-mouth on Goodnight Nobody is all over the place. Lisa doesn't really care for it. I read the reviews at Amazon and they seemed to be evenly divided between:

This book is awesome! It is just as good as Jennifer Weiner's other 3 books. She is so funny, etc.


This book @%#&! Jennifer Weiner should not write mysteries. She should return to chick lit.

I guess it'll be interesting to see.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005 sister's dog has arrived! She writes:

Yes, she's here and she's a rascal! We'll be starting obedience classes
Saturday morning. She is VERY puppyish in her behavior -- all paws and
mouth! She has seen the kitties, but gets way too excited about them to
be formally introduced. Hopefully, the training will help. More later.

In other news, I saw a shih tzu ball on the street today. I call her a ball because she really was bouncing around (one of the passersby said so). She couldn't have been more than a month old. She jumped on my yoga mat and started enthusiastically chewing on it. I love dogs!

P.S. According to my yoga teacher, "subarishi" means awesome in Japanese.

P.S. 2: I love dates. They taste as if they have fat in them, but they don't. Very satisfying.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Here are some pictures from my bike ride this morning, going north along the Hudson River bike path. I was feeling a little sad and nostalgic because it will probably be too cold to ride soon (although who knows). So here is a little commemorative collage that I'll probably look at during the winter months. The doggy is blurred because he or she was running.

Monday, October 17, 2005

I just can't stop blogging. I'm going to do a meme I saw over at Bdogg's. I kind of see blogs as people's houses. Anyway:

1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at?
My face. I also look closely for undereye bags. I don't have them lately because I've been sleeping in.

2. How much money do you have on you?
I think $6 (too lazy to get up and check my wallet).

3. What's the first word that comes to mind that rhymes with "TEST?"

4. Favorite plant?
Bob, the banana plant. He was dead when I moved in (D never watered him) and now he is a flourishing plantie.

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
It was a wrong number, I dialed it by accident when I was trying to call my voicemail, and then he called me back (I guess to see who I was).

6. What is your main ring tone on your phone?
Standard ring tone

7. What shirt are you wearing?
Peach or coral-colored tank top from Urban Outfitters (I think they call them over-dyed camis). You know, with the thin straps. I love them. They're usually 2 for $18.

8. Do you "label" yourself?
Not really. I'm a free spirit. Whee!

9. The brand of shoes you're currently wearing?

10. Bright or Dark Room?

11. What do you think of the person who took this survey before you?

12. Ever "spilled the beans?"
I'm really not good at keeping secrets.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
I think I was online.

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?
I never text message. Did I mention that I'm an email person?

15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups?"
Only by accident.

16. What's a saying that you say a lot?

17. Who told you they loved you last?

18. Last person you hooked up with?

19. Last furry thing you touched?
Sarah, an adorable miniature schnauzer I saw on the street.

20. How many drugs have you done in the past 3 days?
Let's see, I had Claritin, Benadryl and Dayquil today. Usually I would just have Claritin.

21. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
None, I've switched to digital. Oh, I guess I have a really ancient roll. It was when the Republican National Convention came to town and I took pictures of all the angry demonstrators. They were all protesting one avenue block away from my apartment. I can tell you, a lot of people HATE Bush. It was a little scary. So, no rush to get it developed.

22. Favorite age you have been so far?
9. I loved 4th grade. It was as if everything was perfect and all the stars were aligned that year.

23. Your worst enemy?
I don't think I have any enemies. People who annoy me, yes (but I won't name them here ;)

24. What is your current desktop picture?
The standard PowerBook background: blue with wavy lines.

25. What was the last thing you said to someone?
I think I said "I'm going to do another blog entry" to D.

26. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret?
Million bucks, because then I could pay my debt for the major regret (law school).

27. Are you in love with someone?

I won't tag anyone, but if you feel like playing, please do!

You are so lucky! You are getting a double dose of Bearette today.

I'm going to post my peanut noodle recipe, which I made for dinner and realized I hadn't shared with you.

But first, we did our oral presentations for yoga school on Sunday. We each had to talk about a Sanskrit word for 5 minutes. We drew our words at random the week before. Mine was brahmacharya (celibacy or moderation in one's sex life). That's all I have to say about that ;)

Some of the presentations were really great. People opened up and I think it helped bring us closer as a group (though I am somewhat embarrassed now about mine; maybe I was a little too open, but no one seemed to mind).

Anyway, this one girl had a great presentation. Her term was "gunas". There are 3 gunas: rajas, which is greed, lust, aggression, etc.; tamas, which is heavy, lethargic and sad; and sattva, which is blissed out.

This girl said, "I'm going to read you my diary." So, acting as rajas, she read an entry where she said stuff like "I really like that hot waiter. I'm so much prettier than his girlfriend. #%$&^@!%, I need to make more money!" Then she put on No Doubt's "I'm Just a Girl" and told us to jump around.

Then she said, "I am tamas," and read: "Dear Diary, Adam and I broke up today. I am so sad. My heart is broken" and she put on Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares to You" and told us to lie down. This is where I and the girl next to me started giggling uncontrollably and there were actually tears running out of my eyes.

Then she said, "I am sattva," and read: "Dear Diary, I just went to J's 12:00 class. Then I got some healthy food with my yoga buddy. Life is good." Then she put on some reggae music and everyone loped around. The teacher said, "I'll never see those concepts in the same way again," and admonished her to "skip the expletives" next time. I thought it was a riot.

Anyway, here is my peanut noodle recipe:

Spicy Peanut Noodles (from Jeanne Lemlin's Simple Vegetarian Pleasures)

1/4 c natural-style peanut butter
1/3 c tamari soy sauce
2 T water
1/3 c firmly packed light brown sugar
1/4 c oriental sesame oil
2 garlic cloves, pressed or minced
1 t minced ginger root
1/2 t crushed red pepper flakes
6 scallions, thinly sliced (set aside 2 T for garnish)
1 lb thin spaghetti

1. Bring a large stockpot of water to boil.
2. Meanwhile, whisk together the peanut butter and tamari in a small saucepan. Stir in all of the remaining ingredients - except the reserved scallions and the spaghetti - until smooth. Put a low heat under the pot to warm the sauce. (Don't do this too long because it will catch.)
3. Drop the spaghetti into the boiling water and cook until al dente. Don't overcook the pasta; it should remain chewy. Drain thoroughly in a colander and return it to the pot. Pour on the sauce and toss. Serve in bowls and garnish with the remaining scallions.

Don't you love it when someone else gives you something to post about? Especially since I wasn't sure what to post today. Well, Bdogg has filled the void by posting a pic of her engagement and wedding rings. Bdogg noticed that when we did a meme a while back, we all said our favorite piece of jewelry was our engagement or wedding ring. So, without further ado...

A note on sizing: I had told D I was a size 4 (note my bony fingers), but I am actually a size 5 (as far as fingers go). So the ring was originally too small and I had to wear it on my pinky! Well, I didn't have to, but I wanted to wear it. You know what I mean. And I got it adjusted soon enough.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Tonight we saw "Good Night and Good Luck," directed by and starring George Clooney. Actually, the main star was David Stathairn, playing 1950s CBS reporter Edward Murrow. Murrow was a key player in bringing Joseph McCarthy down, but he didn't emerge unscathed. It wasn't the kind of movie that would have appealed to me right off the bat, but it got a strong review from A.O. Scott (NY Times) and a good Tomatometer rating (

I liked the black and white, and the acting. It reminded me a bit of "Quiz Show," which D thought was more powerful. I'd give this one a B.

Saturday, October 15, 2005


My nephew gave my husband some new ducks. Here are pictures of all our ducks...and frogs!


I realized I hadn't posted any recipes lately, and Crystal and I exchanged emails about this one. Here it is! (The gray stuff is steam ;)

Minestrone (from Mollie Katzen's original Moosewood Cookbook)

1 1/2 c cooked navy beans (1 can)
1/2 c dry pasta
1 c fresh-chopped tomatoes
Parmesan cheese
3 T olive oil
1 c chopped onion
4-5 cloves crushed garlic
1 c chopped celery
1 c chopped carrots
1 c chopped zucchini
1 c chopped green pepper
2 t salt
1/4 t black pepper
1 t oregano
1/2 c fresh-chopped parsley
1 t basil
2 c tomato puree
3 1/2 c water
3 T red wine

In a soup kettle or large, deep skillet, saute garlic and onions in olive oil until they are soft and translucent. Add 1 t salt, carrot and celery. Mix well. Add oregano, black pepper and basil. Cover and cook over low heat 5-8 min. Add green pepper, zucchini, water, puree, navy beans and wine. Cover and simmer 15 min. Add tomatoes and remaining salt. Keep at lowest heat until 10 min before you plan to serve. Then heat the soup to a boil, add pasta, and boil gently until pasta is tender. Serve immediately, topped with parsley and Parmesan.

This is my personal favorite minestrone. It's surprisingly quick once the chopping is done, and it's fun to divvy up the chopping with someone else.

Ok, I'm getting tired of my weird dreams. Last night I dreamed that I had committed some crime while I was a lawyer and didn't know what it was. (No, I wasn't reading Kafka before I fell asleep.) Then I went to some jail where you sat in a room with windows with a bunch of other people. You could read, but you couldn't leave the building until 5:00. You had to report at 9 am in the morning. I tried to find out what I had done, but no one would tell me. Everyone in the room looked sullen.

A couple of things struck me:

1) This "jail" was kind of like a 9-5 job.
2) Did this dream have to do with the Nyquil I took before I went to bed?
3) Yoga school should really allow sick days. I got really allergic in Danvers (lots of grass, trees and carpets instead of hardwood floors and few trees) and have some lingering yuckiness in my nose and throat. Although Nyquil really does the job, I must say.

Anyway...have a good weekend, people.

Friday, October 14, 2005

OK, I'm a little grumpy and tired, but I still want to share an incident from today with you.

Why am I grumpy and tired?

1) 2 nights ago, I was having a dream that I was in school and the teacher was disappointed in us. She said, "I gave you all sixes, and I usually give people sevens OR OR OR OR..." In the dream, I almost said, "Stop saying OR!" but I woke up and realized it was a persistent drilling sound one floor up. Someone on the sixth floor is constantly drilling and hammering and I want to kill them. Yes I do.

2) Last night: I love my mother, but she snores to beat the band. D asked, "Why were you sleeping in the same room?" We weren't! We were sleeping in adjacent rooms with both doors closed. Finally I got the bright idea of going to the opposite end of the house and pulling out the sofabed. I fell asleep immediately.

Anyway, here's the incident I wanted to share. We visited my family friend W at the nursing home today. W is very sweet and a good conversationalist. Her roommate, E, is a RIOT. E was eating in the dining room with the other seniors while we chatted with W.

A woman came into the room, looking distressed.

"Are you E's relatives?" she said.

"No," we said.

"Well, E has a book out from the library, it's overdue and we really need to return it," she said.

The woman poked around a bit, looking for the book, and went away. Then W said to my mother, "Take a peek in the drawer," and we did. We saw this book, DOGS ON DUTY, with pictures of dogs on the cover.

Then E came back to the room.

W: Someone was looking for your library book. Do you have it?

E: Nope, no book.

W: Well, she says it's overdue.

E: She'll have to take it up with the authority. There'll be no problem.

I liked the cajones of this. As we left, she said in a soft voice, "Have a happy day."

Thursday, October 13, 2005

A blog entry from dial-up land

I'm writing this from Danvers, MA, using my mother's dial-up. It took about 20 minutes to get to this page, I am not even kidding. Anyway, I came home for today and tomorrow because one of the friends of the family is sick, and I wanted to visit her. We're going to see her tomorrow, and possibly go for Indian food afterward with my SIL at Bollywood Grill.

Tonight we had dinner with my brother, SIL and their two kids. My SIL, L, made roasted veggies. I especially love orange roasted veggies, e.g. sweet potatoes and squash, so that was quite yummy. She also combined cremini and shiitake mushrooms with some kind of sauce and a crispy crepe on top. Though I am not usually a mushroom person, these were quite good. Cremini mushrooms are apparently baby portobellos. Did you know that? I didn't.

At 8:00 the doorbell rang and they went outside to find a plastic pumpkin filled with goodies. Apparently this is called "booing." You have to put up a sign to show you have been booed, and then you boo someone else (NOT the person you suspect booed you). So my niece, H, made a sign with an orange skeleton to proclaim their booed-ness to the world, or at least the neighborhood, and we promptly drove to another house to boo them. You need to flee before they see you doing it.

I discovered to my dismay that I forgot clean undies for tomorrow. My mother found a bra in my size and a pair of GRANNY PANTIES. Yes, like the ones in Bridget Jones (the original).

Repeat after me:

Bearette does not wear granny panties.

Mom said, "You're going to wear dirty underwear to the Indian restaurant? And to visit W?"

I replied, "They won't know."

I miss all your blogs, but I'll check them tomorrow night back in Manhattan. I think it might take several hours if I did it here. It's nice to be home, though.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Another quiz!

Courtesy of Bdogg.

You Are A: Squirrel!

sqirrelSquirrels are quick and cheerful animals who spend their time scurrying, scavenging, and playing. As a squirrel, you are often seen jumping happily from branch to branch up in the treetops. Squirrels are foragers searching for nuts and seeds, and they are social animals often seen chasing and playing with other squirrels.

You were almost a: Parakeet or a Pony
You are least like a: Duck or a DucklingDiscover What Cute Animal You Are!

It's interesting, because at our friend S's party a while ago, we got into a discussion about what animals we were and S said I was a squirrel.

Also, at work years ago we had a discussion about what fruits we were, and someone said I was a blueberry. When I met my husband, he said the same thing!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Well, we had our mentor meeting and buddy meeting tonight. We taught each other inversions. It's hard to remember every little detail. I taught T how to do a headstand. I thought I got everything but then realized that I hadn't mentioned the importance of pressing into the forearms. Oh well. I think it is great that we are practice teaching because we'll remember the omissions we made when we're teaching the poses for real. Or hopefully that's how it will work.

Over at, they have a new edition of Teen Girl Squad, my favorite goofy online comic strip. Check it out if you have time. Remember to leave the sound on.

Afterward, T and I had our buddy meeting. We did our homework together including the asana (pose) drawings. I got creative with mine, following her lead, and gave one of my drawing guys a little Speedo with hearts on it.

Then we practiced our oral presentations, which we have to do on Sunday. Mine is on brahmacharya, which is about abstinence or moving toward the essential truth. I figured it will be hard to talk about sex for 5 minutes in front of 33 people, but talking in front of T, it was easy. D came in later and she told him I "was very entertaining, like a Woody Allen monologue." Good stuff. T has satya, or truth, to talk about. I guess I'm lucky because my subject may be controversial and touchy but everyone is probably interested in it.

I'm reading Buddha Baby by Kim Wong Keltner, one of the books I'm reviewing for this month. I'm enjoying it but it has some plot problems. E.g., there is no overarching dramatic question to tie it together. It just reads like a bunch of anecdotes. Some of them are very interesting. She talks about "Angry Asian Men." Apparently a lot of Asian women date white men, but the reverse combo is not as common, so Asian men sometimes feel unwanted.
Your Hair Should Be Purple

Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.
You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

This is quiz day! From Bdogg's blog. I love the picture.
the Ham
(38% dark, 46% spontaneous, 15% vulgar)
your humor style:

Your style's goofy, innocent and feel-good. Perfect for parties and for
the dads who chaperone them. You can actually get away with corny
jokes, and I bet your sense of humor is a guilty pleasure for your
friends. People of your type are often the most approachable and
popular people in their circle. Your simple & silly
good-naturedness is immediately recognizable, and it sets you apart in
this sarcastic world.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Will Ferrell - Will Smith

The 3-Variable Funny Test!

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 15% on darkness
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 51% on spontaneity
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 6% on vulgarity
Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

From Lora's blog.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Well, I had a bit more excitement than I bargained for today. I got an email saying that an email address had been added to my PayPal account, and it wasn't mine. I clicked on a link in the email message to correct it. D was sitting next to me and said, "That's a fraudulent site, don't give them your PayPal password," and I closed the window. Then I changed my PayPal password, going to rather than the link in the email.

Then I remembered that I got an email yesterday that said "PayPal Account Suspended." I clicked on a link, which brought me to "PayPal", and they asked me to re-enter my credit card number, bank account number, etc. I thought the account was dormant because I hadn't used it in a while.

That was STUPID!!!!

Turns out there is a scam where they cut and paste the PayPal pages and use the PayPal return email address. The part they fake is the URL, but how many people check the URL of a page after they click to it? Not me...but I always will now!

So I called my credit card company, ordered a new card, canceled the old one, and did the same with my bank account.

The drama's not over, though. They still have my name, address, social security number, mother's maiden name, etc. Isn't that scary? There are credit notifying services that will tell me if someone tries to open up an account in my name, but I'll try to see if there's something free I can do to protect myself, in addition to what I've already done.

This was a big lesson for me. My MIL often sends me emails about scams and I delete them, thinking: Who would give their credit card information over the phone? I was just never suspecting something this clever.

PayPal is apparently aware of this scam. In a real email from them confirming my password change, they said to open a new window whenever you visit them and type in their URL.

Update: I did an Internet search for "identity theft", which brought me to the DOJ website. You can put a "fraud alert" on your credit report with Equifax, and they notify Experian and the other place (I forget its name already) so you don't have to call all three of them. You don't need to notify the FTC unless stuff has already happened. There are also phone numbers for social security fraud and tax fraud, but the social security fraud line is closed for the holidays. Lazy tushies! The Equifax fraud line was automated, which was nice. Now I'll know if anyone tries to open up accounts in my name.
I thought Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy were both really good last night. I thought the first couple episodes of Desperate Housewives were a little lacking, but this one was a return to form ;) I like that Gabrielle and the gardener are parting ways (probably). It feels like the right thing. Her husband, under the thug-like exterior and orange jumpsuit, seems like a nice guy. And on Grey's Anatomy I have a soft spot for Dr. O'Malley. He's endearing, and it was funny how Meredith's mother thought he was her ex-husband. And of course I was so sad that Sandra Oh (can't remember her character's name) lost her baby.

In other news, I came home from yoga school to find low-fat sour cream (I like nonfat), whole milk yogurt (ditto), barley soaking in a large measuring cup, a bowl full of matzo balls, several boxes of vegetarian bouillon, and boxes of mushroom-barley soup mix and matzo meal in our cupboard. Needless to say, I was alarmed. D has never cooked since I have known him (although this doesn't place a burden on me to cook all the time since he is always willing to go out). He assures me it will pass quickly.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

So yesterday was inversion day. 5 hours of handstands, headstands, forearm stands, and shoulderstands. Let me test my Sanskrit here: adho mukha vrksasana, sirsasana, pinca mayurasana, and salamba sarvangasana. Cool.

This center has the warped idea that handstands are easier than headstands, so we started out with these. I can do an L-shaped handstand (feet against the wall, hands on floor, one leg raised, then the other). Regular handstand: I need to be flipped up, then I hold the position. My partner, N, was like 5'2". I looked at her skeptically. I'm a lot taller than you, I said; are you sure you're strong enough? (to spot me.) She was like, yeah, I'm a massage therapist, I'm really strong even though I look like a wuss. After the exercises, she said, I'm not as strong as I thought. This made me feel a bit like a whale (though logically I know I'm not) and vindicated at the same time. I can usually tell how strong someone is by looking (women more so than men, I just assume (correctly) that almost all men are strong enough to spot me). Both my yoga buddy (T) and D are strong. I looked wistfully across the room as this one girl, who was short but stocky and sturdy, manhandled people in and out of handstands with ease.

Anyway, when we did headstands it was sigh-of-relief time, 'cause I can actually do those without outside assistance. Forearm stands aren't happening for me unless someone lifts my legs. Shoulderstands...easy, thank God.

The director was very encouraging to those of us who hated inversions. It was funny, I was telling T during break, "I hate inversions," and this other girl walked by and held up her hand for a high five. So I'm not alone. It's the only part of yoga I can't stand...and it's the only thing in yoga I have trouble with. You know how you avoid things you hate? E.g., most people study more for the SAT section they're already good at, and ignore the other.

Anyway, today is the second day of the inversion/arm balances weekend, but since we did every inversion known to man yesterday, I'm hoping it's all arm balances today.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

The movie was awesome! I enjoyed it a lot. They cut out the whole Princeton subplot, where Maggie crashes at Rose's alma mater, but I can't say the movie suffered from it. Also, Rose has a boyfriend in the movie that I don't remember from the book...he's really into food...and there's a special emphasis on Jamaican food with jerk spices that I don't remember either. However, I thought the movie hung together really well and the intelligence and humor of Jennifer's writing made it to the screen. Also, when the opening credits said "based upon the novel by Jennifer Weiner," I kind of knew how excited she felt. I don't know why. Anyway, having met her, I would say there are real similarities between her and Rose...wry sense of humor, etc.

Cameron Diaz spent the whole movie basically naked (except when she's working at a retirement home). I dunno whether that was an effort to bring men into the movie or just show Maggie's character. Anyway, I had read reviews that said she wasn't sympathetic, but I thought she was. She wasn't perfect, and was sometimes annoying, but you could root for her. Rose was prickly but understandable. If you liked the book...see it!

I'll go to bed now b/c I'm tired.


Friday, October 07, 2005

So D and I went to Lasagna tonight. This is a fun restaurant in the heart of Chelsea, which means CAMPY. I had lasagna primavera, chock full of broccoli and peppers and such, and he had mushroom lasagna. I also had white zinfandel (I love cheap, sweet wine) and we split some apple crumb pie for dessert. It was awesome. I licked the plate, which was drizzled with chocolate sauce. My mother would have been horrified.

At one point during the dinner, my napkin caught on fire. It was dangling in the candle. We both blew on it, sparks flew and then it cooled off, leaving char marks. The people on our left sighed with relief. On our right were two men on a date. The waiter approached one of them, grasped his red shirt between his fingertips, and cooed, "I like your shirt." When D was in the bathroom, this waiter brought some dessert wine, which I turned away. One of the guys leaned over and tucked a dollar bill in his front pocket. (Memorably, when we went to Lasagna with P this summer, a guy at the next table asked a waiter, "Where's the beef?" and the waiter coyly responded, "Between your legs.") So something entertaining/off-color almost always happens at this restaurant.

Earlier, I saw a Pekinese in a jewelry store! It was apparently closed, but these people in the back buzzed me in so I could pat the dog. It had a sweet nature, soft fur and horrible breath. I don't mind doggy breath though - as long as you're not breathing it for hours on end or anything.

We tried to see the 8:45 In Her Shoes, but it was sold out. We'll head back to the theater to catch the 10:15 showing. It's quite long - 130 minutes.

My new issue of Us Weekly came, with a little circle on the top of the cover saying that Paris stole Mary-Kate's boyfriend. Paris is ridiculous. I hope all her bad karma comes back and bites her in the ass.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

I keep the plain side of a Gristede's receipt on the fridge as a grocery list. When I woke up, I found that D had added 3 items on the bottom:

mac & soy cheese
2 small onions
2 small summer squash
1 small green pepper
Muenster cheese
1 puppy
1 cheerios


D is allergic so we shan't be getting one right away. I did see a Yorkshire terrier in the window of a pet store on 6th Ave & 12th St recently and I felt we were meant to be together. It ran up to the window as I approached and started scrabbling against the glass with its nails. Then it got bored and started to commune with the other dogs.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Poppy Cede beat me to the punch, but Katie Holmes is pregnant. I find this grotesque. Does anyone want to have sex with Tom Cruise? I think the Scientology thing, the way he leers into cameras and the way he went medieval on Brooke Shields all make it impossible for any thinking person to bed him. I hope he didn't hypnotize her or something.

In other news, there is a new doggy in my neighborhood! It is called a "golden doodle." It's a Lab/poodle mix (it's not part golden retriever, as one might expect). It is 3 months old. It knocked my headphones off and disconnected them from my iPod! I was squatting to pat the doggy and it raced under me and emerged on the other side. Then it started eating leaves.

Trump, yoga buddies and flowers

OK, I debated posting about this, thinking it was too weird, and decided to go ahead anyway.

I dreamed about Donald Trump. He had given me a challenge to set up something entrepreneurial. I decided to set up a dating service based on Myers-Briggs typology, and also offer a gym membership at either the Urban Outfitters gym or New York Sports Club. I got it in my head that I needed Trump's car keys to do this.

So I went to Trump's car, which was parked curbside with a large pocketbook next to it, and the keys sticking out. I took some of the keys. Then I talked to George. George said, "Women don't look good when they come back from Europe. Too dreamy. And I don't think it was a good idea to take the keys, Bearette." So I panicked and raced back to replace the keys, but there were obstacles all along the way, and I was afraid Trump had already left to go somewhere with Melania.

In other news: we did practice teaching of a pranayama (breathing exercise) last night. I know I am morbidly oversensitive sometimes, but I couldn't help feeling bad when the teacher told me to say "You're" instead of "Let's" and to speak more during the silences, and then didn't make any constructive comments to my buddy. We're each supposed to get one positive comment and one constructive comment. My positive comment was that I was really clear and direct and gave good instruction. And it's true, the other two girls both got suggestions for improvement from the teacher, and my buddy has been teaching drama for years. But I felt bad anyway. I know it's silly.

In other news, my buddy brought me flowers before our mentor meeting. They're really pretty.

Monday, October 03, 2005


Today D got a letter from a college friend who is in a monastery in Sri Lanka. The friend, whose name used to be K, now styles himself A. Vimala. I couldn't get through the letter, in his close, cramped handwriting, so D read it to me as I did my Sanskrit homework.

D has been urging Vimala to come back to "reality," e.g., a non-ascetic life in the U.S. Vimala ain't havin' it. Apparently, Vimala is half-assed about nothing. In college he was really into a girl named M and he dragged D all over town looking for the perfect rose for her. Unfortunately, she was into someone else. Now Vimala has thrown himself into the monk's life with equal zeal.

Vimala is urging D to visit him in Sri Lanka before Vimala moves on to the Himalayas, where he will meditate in isolation. Vimala went on, "Bearette is welcome to come too, though she would need to stay with the nuns and female laypeople, some of whom speak English." ??!?!?

I have to admire his single-mindedness. I also have noticed that meditation seems to be incompatible with modern busy life...that is, the more you get into meditation, the more you probably want to go to an isolated mountain setting. Or maybe they can be integrated. I don't know.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

We had a Sanskrit class today. I felt it went on too long, but we did learn a lot about pronunciation, the 5 mouth positions, what those little dots beneath the letters mean, etc. The teacher told us that her Indian students always want to bring their tongues back and her American students always want to bring their tongues forward.

Anyway, we got our homework back and as I handed my yoga buddy's homework to her, I caught a glimpse of her buddy meeting notes. She had written, "I love my buddy. I am inspired by her [something]"...and that's all I saw. I thought it was really sweet. I think they matched us up really well. She actually has the same name as my college roommate, who was also a good match.
I forgot what it's like to ride a bike on the weekends here unless you go at the crack of dawn or at night. I quickly remembered as soon as I got to the path and it was full of couples with baby carriages, men with daughters balanced on their crossbars (no helmets), marathon types with spandex shorts and giggling joggers in college sweatshirts all vying for space on an extremely narrow path. Oy.

Anyway, yoga teachers' training yesterday was interesting. It was Kundalini day. (I'm getting certified in vinyasa yoga, but Kundalini is part of the training program.) I've never tried Kundalini and I was chatting to the girl next to me when suddenly the sound of a gong cut through the silence. A dramatic-looking woman with black curly hair and dark lipstick and a large blue jewel at her throat followed the gong and dove into a chant (apparently not Sanskrit, which we're used to, but Gumakh, a dialect).

I'm still processing the experience. Let's say Kundalini is very different from regular yoga, and I'm curious about trying it again, but it's a weirdly powerful thing. The central image of Kundalini is a serpent coiled at the base of the spine. Kundalini wakes it up. This is the kind of yoga Sikhs used to train their armies. I hadn't been expecting anything particular to happen, but the other image of Kundalini - a flower struggling to rise up through the dirt of accumulated experience - was accurate too. I felt like all this psychic dust was being stirred up, experiences I thought I'd forgotten or moved past.

One girl even started crying, saying that her brother died when she was 15 and she is still coping with it. I admired her for being so open in a roomful of people she met 4 weeks ago, but it was also unsettling. I'll probably try it again in 2 weeks. I won't go next week because her class would be the day before inversion (handstand) day. I want to be fresh as a daisy for inversion day. (Kundalini is tough on the arms, and so are inversions.)