Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Bits and Pieces

** I love it when the rest of the world catches up to (and validates!) my hipness. Is hipness even a word? It sounds funny to me, maybe I should go with another word . . take-over-the-world-with-my-awesomeness? That sounds about right.  I have been raving about The Family Crest, a lovely band from California for a couple of years now. NPR Music has just now named them one of their favorite "new" bands.  I am so under appreciated in my time. But I am super happy that the band is getting more attention, because outside my own head, I guess, NPR has a little more pull in the music world than I do. 

** Maybe I am just acting my age, (finally), but I have become a Golden Girls addict. Sometimes I frantically scroll through the channels, hoping and praying that there is a marathon of every body's favorite feisty Floridians, on somewhere in the universe. I totally forgot how funny that show is. And here is another question for you: is the show retro and/or ironic enough for me to publicly announce my fandom and still keep my  hipster cred, or is it one of the those things you keep to yourself? And since, I am posting about it on a public blog, that's go with the first thing. 

** Discovery of the week: Trader Joe's sells poutine. Poutine! Several years ago I went on a random road trip to Quebec, Canada. I am pretty sure that 95% of the reason I was invited was to help split the cost of the gas, but it was beautiful trip. Everything was beautiful; the people, the countryside, the cities, and the poutine. Poutine, for those who haven't had this foodie delight, is french fries, covered in gravy, and topped with cheese curds. It is everything you crave when you are craving salt. We pretty much it ate it every single day during out trip up North, with no regrets.  I've tried to replicate it stateside, but it hasn't turned out quite right.  But finding a little kit at Trader Joe's which turns out a pretty good taste-a-like, is a game changer. Or it will be, after I figure out what game I am playing. 

** To everyone, and there are a lot of you,  that have told me that I should watch the new version of Battlestar Galactica: YOU WERE RIGHT.  After not being able to find that most hoped for Golden Girls marathon, I finally started watching Battlestar, and I started to feel all the feels. It's intense, it's exciting, it's fun, it has strong female characters, and it has ethical dilemmas.   I love it. My family told me that we used to watch the original show, but honestly, all I remember about the original show was that the Cylons attacked during the Universal Studios ride in California. So I don't have to play the --let's compare this version with the original version-game. But any show/movie about machines taking over, makes me nervously glare at all my appliances and wonder which will be the first to raise up in revolt. I am betting on the blender.  I am resisting the urge to binge watch all four seasons and turn into a real life episode of Portlandia, by telling myself I can only watch it at the gym. It is perfect running distraction for me, because omg, what is going to happen? who is the traitor? please don't let them kill off the president, we finally just got a female president. The bad thing about being a full decade late to this trend, is that everyone is already over talking about it. 

** A little while ago I texted a friend, who I consider to be a superhero expert, asking if there are any superheroes who developed their super powers later on in life. I wanted to know if there is still time for me, and should I start learning how to sew capes. My friend never got back to me. Just by chance, I was listening to old episodes of This American Life this week and I came across this episode, that talked about superheroes. I found it super (get it? ha!)  interesting that when asked what superpowers adults would like to have, ones that had the potential to make our current lives more convenient topped the list. No one really wanted to use their new powers to fight crime or save the world, just get to work faster or not work at all, or impress that cute guy/girl. Everyone wants the flash, no one wants the responsibility. Maybe that is why a lot of superheroes in the comics are young, they still have optimism, that the world is worth saving.

** OK, back to food, because substance of life and all. I'm not going to lie, one of the reasons that I am happy to be back on the east coast is Wegmans, the grocery store. Yes, a grocery store. It has the feel and quality of a very fancy pants gourmet store, but with very reasonable prices.  They also have almost every single strange ingredient for that recipe that that one food blog talked you into trying to make. When I walked through the doors this last weekend, I wanted to hug all the workers, but I didn't because that is just weird. But I did fill my cart with homemade caramelized onion hummus and chocolate croissants as fast as I could.  . .and . . .um . . .fruits and veg, because, healthy. 

** Another reason I love this area: the annual Library of Congress National Book Festival. This year it is being held early, on August 30, and at the Convention Center downtown, instead of on the National Mall. I guess the National Park Service is starting to get all ragey about constantly having to replace the grass on The Mall.  I was pretty neutral going through the list of authors that are going to be there, until I saw . . . . BILLY COLLINS, one of favorite modern day poets.  I might of squealed with delight! I am going to be so ridiculous that day. 

** I love that my new little neighborhood is very pet friendly, especially dog friendly. I think that pet owners usually have a level of compassion that make them great neighbors and great people in general. And usually I don't hear any of the dogs in my building. This all changes during big, loud, booming,  storms when the place practically echoes and shakes not only with thunder and lightening, but with barking. People, please hug your dogs. 

** Friends, can we stop having the paper book vs. ebook date? My usual response is, well, elevators didn't make stairs obsolete. We can have both, we can all be special snowflakes. I have found that I am actually reading more (!) now that I  have access to both paper and electronic collections. And isn't reading the point of if all? And by all, I mean life. 


  1. No joke, we have seriously considered naming a boy Adama. It's just THAT good. And hooray for getting in touch with your inner Golden Girl. Bea Arthur is a hoot!

    Ps. Can I really call myself a foodie if I've (gasp) never had poutine?

    1. Get yourself to Canada posthaste! Well, actually, you might want to wait until your pending roommate is settled in. There is not a single healthy thing about poutine, but us humans cannot be good all of the time.