The local grocery store has an extensive variety of beer. Well’s Banana Bread Beer is worth trying and is a sweet departure from the oatmeal stouts I’ve been known to reach for.
Starbucks has a line of “Signature Hot Chocolates” now. The Caramel Salted Hot Chocolate, which is actually toffee flavored and topped with whipped cream, caramel sauce and sprinkled with sea salt, is sweet and salty albeit deiciously overpriced. Besides open wounds, salt seems to make everything better.
Why haven’t I discovered the song “Grace Kelly” by Mika sooner? I’d never even heard of the artist until a drag queen performance last week. I don’t know what to be bothered by more: the fact that there is so much great music out there that I’m missing out on or that my study schedule has forced me so far out of the main stream that I treat the playlists of drag queens as a form of melodious gospel.
My camera phone takes decent quality pictures of everything except food. For general picture messaging its great. In the kicthen however, even a beef wellington through the lens of my phone’s camera will look less appetizing than a “Tour of Italy” from that popular, local cucina italiana. I have decent quality pictures of the food I’ve been cooking and eating lately on my digital camera, though its all moot until I figure out how to transfer them from my digital camera to my laptop and then post them on here.
Its cheaper to fill our gas tanks with bald eagle heads than gasoline, lots of retailers are having huge markdowns and, perhaps most importantly, Linens & Things is going out of business. These can only mean two things: the apocalypse is near and the has gone to shit (that may be redundant.) Election day is soon-ish. I hope the President-elect shows up with a huge grinder of seal salt to sprinkle generously down on our economy.
One of our professors managed to work the phrase “enter into sexual congress” into his lecture last week. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s genuinely of a mindset as antiquated as his verbiage or if he is fully aware and revels in the class’ befuddlement.
My wardrobe could use a mild pre-winter revamping. I’m on a budget, though, and should start actually acting like it instead of just writing about it. In conclusion, I’ll probably blow some money on new threads this weekend and lament about my lack of money in a few weeks.
Jean Peal Gaultier Fall 2008 Menswear
There is something very Oliver Twist/A Clockwork Orange about the story that Jean Paul Gaultier’s Fall 2008 Men’s collection is trying to tell. Derby hats, umbrellas, sepia-tones, vests that don’t scream “caterer.” Did I mention derbies? I appreciate this kind of aesthetic so much.
Anyone want to travel to Europe for a month next summer? Should first-year law students spend the summer before second year in an internship? What happens if they don’t?
Fall Break is next week. I’m planning on heading home Wednesday, right after class, and getting back to Buffalo Sunday evening. There are so many people I can’t wait to see at home — even more exciting since I’m not planning a visit home for Thanksgiving. My niece turns one year old next month and is more adorable every time I see her.
