Men, Guys, Fellows, and Blokes.

I would love to meet a genuine, well rounded, cultured, and educated person. Austin has this to offer me:

from weheartit

Let's nip this in the bud now. Because that one guy can't even hold his beer up proper and he has shitty tattoos. I like tattoos, don't get me wrong. But I prefer large, thought out, well done tattoos. Not doodle pad-etch a sketch style, until that can be found at the Louvre......

But college educated, lame as it sounds it proves you got goalllllllssssssss (soccer commentator style)

and you can get them done.

You have a job, and it doesn't include "going back home for a week" to work for your dad cleaning the gutters and answering phones at his insurance company.

Speaking of which, you don't still live with mom and dad. I dont care if they just got a divorce, it doesn't mean you're dad is 'staying with you'. You are two single guys.....he is still your dad. You live together and you are almost thirty and he ain't old enough for a home. YOU LIVE WITH YOUR PARENT(S).

I love it when a guy tells me they read, thats fucking hot. Dawkin? If we were playing scrabble, that's a triple word score. When all you talk about is Dawkin, thats a convo with you and the wall directly behind my chair. Conversations include at least two people, inanimate objects do not count.

When you say you love Vonnegut and Bukowski, I am secretly judging you. You borrowed Slaughter House Five and left it on your night stand, maybe you even opened up the cover and read the sleeve. And you don't even know Bukowski, actually you overheard some hipster at a party name dropping so hard to impress the lady friends you were wading in the shit.

Have you ever been discussing food and have someone tell you that they open to trying new things.....like sushi and Vietnamese. Wow, congrats. You really went out of the way to hit up that local strip mall to enchant your tongue with some quality ethnic flavor. You really live life on the edge.

The thing is, I am half kidding and half feeling sorry for these poor chaps.

It's hatch chile time. I freaking love these chiles and right now they are in season. You can pretty much find them everywhere. Hatch salsa is one of my favorite ways to eat them, but putting them in stacked verde enchiladas and baked tacos are two other awesome ways to make them. Now, a true texan can roast a chile with their eyes closed. But if you don't the easiest way is to use a gas burner on the stove until its charred. You are a lucky s.o.b. if you have a gas stove. Obviously I don't (see the picture?) so I have to use the broiler. Once its charred, throw it in a brown paper bag til it's cool. Then peel off the charred part and voila! Add them to some tomatillo sauce

fresh tomatillo, about a pound
small red onion, half or to taste
1 clove garlic
1 hatch chile
cilantro leaves, I love them so I use a metric shit ton
pinch of sugar
a bit of whtie vinegar
salt



Boil the tomatillos (make sure you take off the husk) for at least 20 minutes. And then drain them and add to a blender with the rest of the stuff.

I can post my enchiladas recipe if anyone wants.

lets go here.

loch ness. fuck yeah

trying to figure out if I want to go to Ireland for St Pattys day. 2011. yeah?

I dyed my hair to brown, it feels so different. I really love it, apparently not everyone is in the same boat as me. I caught so much flack at work for not being blonde anymore. I don't see why it matters but my manager hasn't said a word to me. Actually I think a lot of people didn't even notice.

Ha.

Me and my friend Alex walked from his place over to the Whip In to go get a bottle of wine. If you are ever in the Austin area, I highly reccommend it. They started serving some Indian dishes that are pretty darn good, esp if you are veggie.

Alex decided that this was his new truck, I guess the paint job needs to match the curtains and the drapes.

Yeah, thats what I am talking 'bout.

And Captin Alex.

The inside of the liqour store. It's a toy store for adults. Ha. But I was really digging the exposed ceiling and track lighting.

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Internet Dating pt 2

My girl friends always make fun of me because of how often I get stood up. It's not like I can't get a date, I have no problem doing so. But I got tired of being stood up by guys that I had met the old fashioned way. I'm really not sure how and or why it happens. I think I am a pretty attractive person, decent personality, and have my head on my shoulders. So, why it happens...not really sure. But since I started with this whole internet dating thing, I have been stood up twice. And I have only agreed to go on three dates. If anyone has any insight, it would be much appreciated.

I do, however believe that it does have a lot to do with where I live. Austin is a great place for single people, who want to stay single. No one here wants a commitment. And I know not one person who has met their current significant other here in town. The have all met them in their hometown, when they were in school, etc.

And I have tried my dad's age old advice and have had no luck at school, the library, or the grocery store.


According to my professor in college, I am offically off the shelf.

Internet Dating.

My wonderful friend Katherine suggested that I blog some of the creative responses to my profile.

Genius.

My personal and most confusing

From scarr1919 —I am "The White Knight in Shining Armor" you have heard so much about. What has happened is that my cousin "Prince Charming" called and told me to contact you about your profile. He is very interested in you but said he is busy with that Snow White chick and was wondering if I would be interested in standing in for him till he is through with her...well because I am so busy I usually don't do stand ins...(out slaying dragons and rescuing damsels and such..) however after reading your profile I realized that there is no way I am going to say NO to contacting you for myself. (He doesn't deserve you anyway) So with that said, AND since Prince Charming is being such a jerk, how about YOU and I chat. His loss is MY gain......

From Perniciously — if you had an upper lip you'd be a 10.

From TomAusTx — ur profile snds like the one from a dude

From boomerman182 — my name is mark I'm not a creepy old man

From TexasSage —The Guild of Calamitous Intent. We are now recruiting for our organization which originally started to save man-kind but which now serves as the premier provider of arch-enemies in the world. The organization is run by our mysterious leader known only as "Sovereign" (David Bowie). If you feel that you would make a good addition to our team please let me know ASAP. We may already have an assignment for you, you will be briefed after your acceptance.
From b_adl_y — I'm a little teapot tipmeoverandpourmeout.

From mohrbi1982—I thought you were a court reporter at first glance



So those are for starters. I really have no clue on how to respond to most of these. Nor to I really have an inclination to do so. Between the guys that send you their number without even saying hi first and the ones that are just so...(howdidyouevergraduatehighschool) wow.

This is kind how I am most of the time. Wait, this is kinda how I am on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I don't know if you want to see my day after face.

Tea Time

Cardamon and cinnamon

Love in a cup.

Oh the heat

So if you live in Texas right now, you know how I feel. It's soooo effing hot outside that you can not even enjoy yourself unless you are soaking in a pool. Actually, the pool is even warm...at least it's salt water. But still. Last weekend I left the market with a huge amount of tomatos and cherry plums. Pretty purple, yellow, and red colors.  I also scored some butter lettuce and radishes (with tarragon mayo). I had some yummy watermelon radishes, but.....I ate them.

You had a sweet mustache.

You held lots of cross-eyed babies.

Thanks for making me the hippie I am today.

Eeyore's Birthday

It's been around since 1963 and started as a picnic for UT students. As you can assume, it was the 60's and the hippie vibe was everywhere. So people have been attending for decades and if you sit down and talk to some of the people, you can hear about how it's dramatically evolved. The drum circles were pretty entertaining. Why it was next to the port-a-potties....don't ask me. But this was back in April, when the temperatures were not nearing 100.

The have a statue of Eeyore, it's pretty effing rad. I used it as a mark to know where the hell I was. Seeing as though I have no sense of direction, it kinda helped. Don't laugh until you have to use a giant statue of a fictional character to make your way back to your blanket and cooler.

It was a really great time, it's so much fun and so "Austin"

Richard Brautigan

Growing up, my dad always read to me. One of my favorite poems, that will soon hopefully be forever on my ribcage along with my Joan of Arc quote.

When I was little, everyone was reading the Berenstain Bears. No doubt I knew them inside out as well. But my dad always read my favorite, "Trout Fishing in America". I was that girl. My beatnik parents read me Brautigan, I dreamed of being a kool aid wino....wished I lived in Watermelon sugar....and god forbid have wild animals go over my homework while gnawing on my parents appendages. I was lucky, my dad was commissioned by Wharhol and playing football against Akroyd and the Belushi Brothers. When I said Dada, I wasn't refering to him.

avant garde.

New start for the weekend

This is the new start, a brand new life. I am so grateful for the things that I have now, more than I ever have. I was working at the farmers market this weekend when I realized it. This is what I have always wanted. These are the people that are like me. We love the ground, the earth, the beauty put inside each and every piece of produce and how it is all derived from nature. They are the ones from Austin I never thought existed. I thought they were all the whole foods shopping, $2oo a month yoga membership owning, luxury car driving, hypocritical people.

The best eggs you will ever eat are from the people who treat their chickens like pets.

And every single carrot you eat will be as delicious as it is beautiful.

Seide

seide says hello.

It's been so long since I had livejournal. I think I stopped in 06 or 07.  Oddly enough I made some really great friends that I still keep in touch with and actually get to see. I never would have looked forward to my future and actually seen me here, sitting on this couch. For the things that shape you in just those few years, you change, morph into someone you never thought possible.

My karma is catching up and my legs cannot run much faster, but you can't sit around and wonder....what if. Things happen for a reason and absolutely nothing happens for more than one. Sometimes you just have to move on.

Sometimes I catch myself sitting and thinking something that I could be doing, a project, an idea, something tangible. I need to get up and just do it. Stop thinking, think strategic and get it done. No more ' I'd be cool ifs'. To take a wild hair and make it reality is such a good feeling. I want that feeling everyday.


tangible, word of the day.


on a side note, people seem to be slightly askewed by my current lack of platinum hair. It was retired only weeks ago, but there has been quite the uproar to have it revived....zombie like.




so, maybe a yes.

The homemade happy meal

Whew.

That is just what I say when I am just so, so tired. All I want to do is lay here with the dog and kick up my feet. I finally got my sewing machine up and running again, so I finished a couple projects that had been nagging at me. I replanted some of my containers, we had a random frost when I was out of the country (or so I was told) so I am getting some of my plants nurtured and loved again.


I love to be busy, you know the old saying about idle hands....I like to put my hands to work, I love to create and have my mind constantly working. But sometimes, I work too much.

I have always kept myself busy with work. Since I was able to have a job, I have worked. This wasnt the case with my family, I never had both parents working. My dad worked alot, doing random jobs. He was more of an inventor, he made things. We always invaded his side of the basement with random games of hide and seek, made terrible use of his giant air compressor (it could have rivaled an air stream trailer in size...okay maybe to a five year old). We would try to scale the laundry chute and see what we could do to his homemade silk screener that looked like a giant art easel. Then he started back with his art, he did paintings and such. We didnt have much money, we could barely buy food, but he always made sure that we had a good dinner.


He would go down to the basement and start drawing on homemade paper. I can still remember the smell of the pulp and the raw edges it had. It was a grey color, from old newspapers, thick and heavy. He would take his thick leaded ebony pencil and draw wonderful pictures and comic strips of his character named Maddie. Then he would fashion them into boxes. When he was done, he would emerge from the basement with art in tow and start cooking. I would pull up my stool to the counter and help along. First came the french fries, cut from fresh potatoes, baked in the oven. The hamburgers would be made with my little hands, a couple of spices and some magic ingrediants. The fries would later to be put into wax paper parcels, probably from the paper used to tie the ends under my curlers from my Ogilvie perms. Then the stove top hamburgers with sandwich bread buns, pickles for me and none for the brother.

When it was done, it was all put into the little box with the homemade comic strips on the side.

That is a real happy meal. Happy meals are made with love and care, not through a drive thru.

He was a great man.

He was.

It's a long road home to Edin-BRAH!

I alway see all these cute pictures of couples or friends on vacation. The required picture of said people taken by the owner of the longest arm, even though there are more than willing and capable people standing around. Jam your face in the frame type of picture, akward angle optional.

These are not those types of photos. I actually went alone.

GASP! I got the question a million times, "you went across seas all by yourself?" Well yeah. Thats me. Thats how I do things. If Seide could have come with, she would have. I met so many awesome people, I skinny dipped in Loch Ness, I had a fucking badass time. No one told me that we had to see ABC (another bloody castle) or that we needed to see another museum that reaked of dilapidated cloth. Or the geriatrics ward of the hospital.

This is my Scotland:

Loch Ness