"I am not the only dust my mother raised."

[mrissa]

Hard day yesterday. A couple of small falls early and then a bad fall in the kitchen. Broke one of my remaining favorite big mugs. I hate breaking things. (When I was at Oregon State for their NSF-REU ten years ago, they gave us accounts with the food services on campus. The money on our cards couldn't be given back to the department or transferred directly to an OSU student -- although I could and did pay for some of the meals of guys in the program who ran out of food money before the program was over due to eating a great deal more than I did -- but you could use it in the campus coffee shop. So I bought myself four tall mugs with stars all over them, and several pounds of good coffee, tea, and tisane for myself and relatives. I loved those mugs. There's one left now.)

Still and all, there were also some very fine things about yesterday, and I just got a FedEx delivery of fleur de sel caramels and burnt caramel sauce from markgritter. It's very hard to remain glum in the face of very high quality dark chocolate-covered caramel. At least it is for me.

And I have had fun plans with people I care about all week, and I have fun plans with people I care about for all of next week, too. And there are some boxes and cards waiting for me -- I opened the caramels on instructions from markgritter, because they had a cold pack in them and all, but the rest is waiting for tomorrow. I find that very cheerful.

The random-play of MP3s seems to believe that tomorrow is not my fifth birthday, nor my 30th, but instead my 17th: we have a lot of older and newer music -- most of what we have is not from that specific time and radio-play type, in fact -- but what am I getting? Cranberries. Live. Soul Asylum. Alice in Chains. And now 10,000 Maniacs. Silly MP3s! I am not going to go put on a flannel shirt, so stop hinting! And greykev has more than that one 10,000 Maniacs tape and bagpipe music now! You can branch out, too, o computer! (Clicked "next." Green Day. From Dookie. Thanks, computer.)

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Not too far off: I turned 17 in 1995.

In unrelated news, John Lee Hooker is the best vertigo PT music ever.

[columbina.livejournal.com]

"The lyrics for 'It's Not My Birthday' have defied simple interpretation, probably out of irresponsibility or laziness on the part of its young author." - Then liner notes

Just rattlin' the bars around this drink tank.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

If I'd gotten to this post earlier, it would have been, "The rain falls down without my help, I'm afraid." But it stopped raining.

[prettymuchpeggy.livejournal.com]

"It's very hard to remain glum in the face of very high quality dark chocolate-covered caramel. At least it is for me."

Ditto. Dark chocolate-covered caramels are a personal favorite. Speaking of said candies, I have been meaning to try Vosges Haut-Chocolat (http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/)since I saw a piece on PBS about them and then found their website.

Especially Curious about these chocolate-covered caramels:
Leaf: Aboriginal anise myrtle + dark chocolate
Verde: Mexican guajillo chillies + licorice root + dark chocolate + organic pumpkin seeds
Leather: Brazil nuts + South American cocoa nibs + dark chocolate
Tarte: blood orange + Campari® + dark chocolate + hibiscus powder

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I am particularly with you on the idea of Tarte. That is an idea whose time has come. Although Leather, despite the name, also sounds like it could be very fine to eat.

I am not much for anise or licorice, mostly. I leave that to my grandfather, who is grateful.

[laurel]

Whole Foods carries some of the Vosges bars (including the one with bacon in it).

I can't abide anise or licorice either. Kevin likes the stuff.

Blood oranges are a favorite; Sonny's blood orange sorbet is wonderful and I'm always looking for more blood orange goodness wherever I can find it.

I'm amused by the mp3s being played too.

Hate it when things break. I've found what I hate even more than breaking things myself is when I hear something break in the next room and don't know what it is and have to ask Kevin and fear for the worst (usually it's not). (Even worse is when I hear Kevin make an "ow!" sort of noise as if he's hurt himself, but that's quite a different level of thing.)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I love Sonny's blood orange sorbet, too. It's the only Sonny's I've really connected with that strongly; I am mostly a Pumphouse Creamery or Sebastian Joe's person.

markgritter broke something (a very cheap picture frame, easily replaced) on his return home, but it didn't bother me as much as when I break things with the stupid vertigo, because it was ordinary trying to do too much rather than having walking across the kitchen be too much.