one more thing: two introductions

This is a very quick follow-up post, but I have to introduce two people who are very cool.

First, my friend Katie, whose new food blog, BreakFromTheDailyness, is so exciting to me -- Katie combines fabulous and actually do-able recipes with intelligent insight and a glimpse into her life. She's also quite vegetarian-friendly. (If you read her blog, give her my greetings!)

Second, my cousin Heather has started an Etsy shop, and I promised her I'd spread the word. I'm especially fond of the lady's jewelry, but I can also attest to her baking (from delicious personal experience and from the knowledge that she and I learned to cook from two sisters with pretty good reputations of their own).

I promise that you can't love either of them nearly as much as I do, but feel free to give it a try.

pencils

This morning I bought a pencil sharpener for twenty cents and now I'm a pencil-sharpening fairy. I go through phases in my love affair with writing implements, and just now all the humble wooden pencils I can find are receiving loving care and pointy-tipped makeovers. I feel compelled, now, to use them.

I also just finished reading The God of Small Things, which is a breathlessly painful book. Last time it was for "fun," and this time it's for class -- I don't know if I could make it through a third. Have you read it? (I was in a coffee shop today, and I noticed how many people share my somewhat rude but very human and endearing [I think] habit of bending at funny angles to see the title of a stranger's book.)

Other bits of day:

a woman walking down a local street with grocery bags in both hands and a twelve-pack of Coca-Cola on her head;

the elderly man who hangs out in front of his building at all hours of the day and calls me "Sleepy" whenever I walk by because once I yawned when I passed him--today it was, "Awake today, Sleepy?" and big, big smile;

a workman (beautifying our building) who blocked the sidewalk when he saw Josh and me approaching, held out his arms, and in Balkan-tinged English demanded five dollars and laughed delightedly when I told him we didn't have five dollars (we've been friends this week, ever since I nodded approvingly at his work);

two pounds of strawberries for just a bit more than a dollar (shortcake this weekend? yes? who would like to come over for some?).

Tutorial: How to Have a Good Saturday Living in Grad School Poverty

Nowadays we hear daily reports of the creepiness of the economy: stock prices go down, gas prices go up, daily necessities grow more expensive, the dollar isn't doing so hot, etc.etc.etc. But, dear reader, you can live the good life on pittance, and I'm here to show you how.

A Good Saturday Afternoon

1. Begin by choosing to pack your own lunch to eat at home or on the way (we would have done this in the park, but it was raining. We ended up eating in the car before we started driving).


Cost: $0 (already-bought groceries don't count, right? especially when they were all bought on sale at the cheap local market) (Thanks for teaching me the macro function on my camera, Dad)

2. Hit the stores for which you have recently found long-lost gift cards from two birthdays ago. Browse with an air of superiority because you know good "LITrature" and have impeccable taste -- demonstrate this fact by buying nothing.

Cost: $0

3. Head to CVS -- your extra-care bucks should have printed recently (they do so quarterly). Because Josh refuses to support the Big Corporation (except by working for them), we only got $1 in extra care bucks last week, but we knew how to use it:

Cost: $.28

4. Starbucks has (had?) this deal going where if you register gift cards online (sacrificing precious privacy, I know, but it's not like anyone really has privacy anymore anyway), they'll send you a postcard for a free drink. Anything you want--really.

So we headed to Starbucks (a quiet one -- we had many options) and waltzed up to the counter. I handed the barista my postcard: "Need some help deciding?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "What do people order here when they have money?"

"You like caffeine? Sweet? Something hot?"

Nod. Nod. Nod.

"You look like a caramel macchiato kind of person to me." He turned to Josh. "And you look like a mocha man."

And the next thing we knew: two steaming venti beverages (the barista decided they should be venti). Venti. I knew this cup size existed theoretically, but it had never occurred to me that they could really enter into my own life.

So now you gaze into the somewhat dopey eyes of your very attractive companion (please comment if you think he needs to trim the goatee).

Then you taste each of the mythically-proportioned beverages (Josh's was actually a white mocha with a shot of hazelnut).

And then make a funny face swishing the two together in your mouth to make white-mocha-caramel-hazelnut fairy-tale flavor.

(We couldn't finish these; the leftovers are in our fridge awaiting reheating tomorrow morning. Is that gross?)

Cost: $0

5. Finally, head to the grocery store to exorcise the spending itch by buying groceries you've already budgeted for anyway. Shop for deals; use the coupons you've lovingly clipped and organized; don't turn up your nose at store-brand jam.

Cost: grocery $$.

6. Head home with a feeling of great satisfaction and a caffeine buzz. Make a huge salad for dinner. Let evening slip into nighttime.

Total cost: $0.28

*Full disclosure: we also gave $1 to a Streetwise seller because we thought we should, bought a gift we shouldn't spoil by talking about, paid approximately $2.20 in parking meters, and used probably $2 of gas. Let's not count those.

**The day would have been even awesomer if we'd been able to go to a free concert in the park, but Josh has to practice some music with some people for church tomorrow. Hence my quality time with my laptop. When he gets home we might watch a movie and pop $.25-worth of popcorn.

The end.

these days

My recent world is warm. Skirt-warm, bare-my-bruised-knees-warm (they are bruised from the awkward ways I sit against furniture when my mind is in other places), iced-tea-warm, peppermint-bodywash-warm, constant-fan-warm.

My recent world is also rich with postcolonial feminist theory (which brings together so many of my concerns about ethics, women, responsibility) and postcolonial women writers (Jean Rhys! Anita Desai! Nadine Gordimer!). I'm learning ridiculous amounts of important stuff.

Also, in the gaps between the warm and the poco/fem, I've been rather fond of cut-up nectarines and vanilla ice cream. And yesterday (proof of humanity and love for my husband who doesn't cook much!) I made turkey burgers with baby swiss cheese and barbeque sauce, corn on the cob, and (leftover) sesame cole slaw. Yum

sitting in front of the page

I almost photographed my cheerios with strawberries and blueberries and my cup of milky tea this morning--for the express purpose of sharing it with you, dear reader--but then I decided that my photography is terrible and that nobody wants to look into my breakfast bowl.

That is all.