T-Rex Tragedies
 I found this hilariously named bag of chocolates while in Southern California these past couple weeks. I purchased them intending not to eat them as a symbolic gesture of my resolve not to be one, but then today I didn't get any writing done and skipped my dance class to spend all day in bed eating several Dilettante Truffle Creams. As should be expected, they were not satisfying. On a more positive note, I did just acquire this magnificently well-rounded tooth brush. Not only does it remove plaque, it lights up and can stick to walls!  "I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become
again that most limited of all specialists, the well-rounded man."  Stuffed Herr Johann and Pelle in the Donna Karen tote then off to Dotties for brunch... kept hearing about the good food and atrocious two-hour long lines so finally decided to check it out. Great diner (totally worth a try) and there was no line. (P.S. i think this tote makes me understand the dilemma of being with someone high maintenance. it's so HEAVY and every time I arduously lug it around i vow never to use it again..but it's so pretty...and i get seduced to take it out again.)   Then I went to the Japanese Grocery Market to get some sushi, okra and keem, and found myself in the middle of the Cherry Blossom Festival surrounded by drunk Japanese people in panda hats eating mochi on the stick.    ?! and then I followed this little boy around for a while...     then his mom started following me around and so I went home to eat my sushi   Wasabi ingredients: RAPESEED OIL (!) no, thank you.   I miss Japan. I love how absolutely absurd it is. The ridiculous extravagance juxtaposed with exquisite refinement, and everyone is so courteous! No obstreperous blabbing on a cell phone in the metro. Even the chaoticism of Harajuki has a neatness about it, decent sushi in a 7-11 at nearly any hour of the day, and you can get my sister's CDs!  sigh...  * * * * * * * * * “I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!"      My favorite Annie Leibovitz shoot/Vogue spread ever (rest are here).
Super excited for Tim Burton's film next week since i'm pretty obsessed with anything Alice in Wonderland.  Marcel Bonaparte Pelle I  I've been on a French macaron kick lately. I used to not like them, then I had some really delicious ones and I realized it was bad macarons that I didn't like, the good ones Ilike just fine. These that I had today were bof/meh. I haven't been satisfied with any in SF. Maybe they are too delicate of creatures to be made by heavy American hands.   My flower preferences have also recently changed. I used to always get lilies I think out of Habit (that sneaky Tyrant), but I've been getting so annoyed of (for lack of more genteel language) their sluttiness. Lilies make their presence in a room immediately known, bright petals spread wide open exposing their pollen, and nearly assaulting the nose with their strong perfume. Unlike the more demure Hydrangea and Iris that compel one to linger near them, lean in closely to enjoy their innocently alluring scent. (lilies beside a lambchop i taxidermied this summer) I feel restless, tching to get out like this little cicada    cool new soap dish (it's actually a nut bowl but I think he's better suited in the watery bathroom) and Christmas card I got to sent to Frau Mommy und Herr Ahpa today. (Ahpa means dad in Korean..and X-mas cards are 90% off at Pier 1!).  Guten Tag! I wanted to wish you both a very Merry Christmas which I assume you are aware is scheduled to occur the twenty-fifth of December this year...
 little chocolate covered cherry mice I made to send my sister along with some CowGirl Creamery cheeses since I found these great goudas. Their names are Mik, Mak, Nik, Nak and Jonathan.  PELLE, NOO!!!!  The last words we heard squeaked from inside Pelle's jaw: "Yet in spite of the divine nature radiating from me, long-tailed spirit of light that I am, do I not partake of the fate of all mortals?" Jonathan, Mik, Mak, and Nik mournfully bid what remained of Nak (a cherry stem and pit) their most respectful adieus before sending him peacefully down the garbage disposal.  adorable, almost-a-dozen cupcakes my sister made and sent last week. This one was my favorite:   my sister found, supposedly the actual secret, original recipe from a former Hotel Sacher Chef.  This was my third try and the only one that recognizably resembled in taste (though of course not of the divinity of the actual original). I made my little elf friends and Ping make them with their nimble little hands. Then I plunked two mice in a bucket of heavy whipping cream so their frantic paddling would whip it into cream.  Pelle at Cafe Sacher this past fall P.S. While struggling through different trials I realized how essential ordering and timing of combining the ingredients were to make it even bake properly. I began to approach time as an ingredient itself, and also started to think about the potential errors in our logical processes that assume variables to be constant as we manipulate them (a+b=b+a; because...butter + eggs + egg whites ≠ butter + egg whites + egg in the sacher torte problem)...i know that seems like simple chemistry but couldn't numbers/concepts also have reactions to each other in subtle ways?
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