Propositions
I hope to present a more detailed post on this in the future, but the only propositions I am considering voting yes on right now are Proposition 2: The Animal Cruelty in Farms Proposition and Proposition 1A: The High Speed Rail Proposition. I will gladly bubble in "No" on the rest of these bills for several reasons. Let me just say this, since I am already getting word from people that they might bubble in "Yes" on Prop 7 or 10. Proposition 7 was written by clueless University of Phoenix professors and cluelessly does more damage in addressing energy policy than good. Proposition 10 was written by T. Boone Pickens and is an evil bond measure aimed at lining his pockets with more natural gas money. Either of these bills will be tied up in lawsuits and rightfully so. Show the authors of this bill that you are not stupid.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Hibernating, random stuff, procrasstinating
I sit here and ogle the cheese horn, still wrapped in its plasticky goodness. I don't know why I grabbed it from the table full of snacks at work this morning over apples and grapes, or why I am resisting opening up the packaging and savoring the meld of cream cheese and sugar in a flaky, buttery crust. I only know that it is October. And the weather gets colder, the clouds swirl in, and humanity has this overwhelming urge to snuggle up with a lump of fatty tissue covered in skin in a living room with a fireplace somewhere while watching the latest episode of Mad Men. This is where I am at right now. I want bacon. I want junk food. Double double? Wrapped in Krispy Kremes? Yes, please.
Do I fight my biological urges and get up to do some serious jogging or do I inhale that bowl of Kimchee Rice in the Stoneware pot that is gently crisping up my rice, but is still too deliciously hot to touch and then go for that piece of cake, hoping for better weather and shorter workdays ahead, none of which are likely to happen in the middle of October? Maybe I can just polish off an apple instead. Although the urge to slice it up and bake it into a cake or batter it and fry it up into fritters is sometimes stronger than the force to be sedentary by itself. At least for now, the tomatoes and the grapes are ripe and fresh and I can still turn that squash into cinnamony gold. With the bounty of the farmers market, we can get through this.
I sit here and ogle the cheese horn, still wrapped in its plasticky goodness. I don't know why I grabbed it from the table full of snacks at work this morning over apples and grapes, or why I am resisting opening up the packaging and savoring the meld of cream cheese and sugar in a flaky, buttery crust. I only know that it is October. And the weather gets colder, the clouds swirl in, and humanity has this overwhelming urge to snuggle up with a lump of fatty tissue covered in skin in a living room with a fireplace somewhere while watching the latest episode of Mad Men. This is where I am at right now. I want bacon. I want junk food. Double double? Wrapped in Krispy Kremes? Yes, please.
Do I fight my biological urges and get up to do some serious jogging or do I inhale that bowl of Kimchee Rice in the Stoneware pot that is gently crisping up my rice, but is still too deliciously hot to touch and then go for that piece of cake, hoping for better weather and shorter workdays ahead, none of which are likely to happen in the middle of October? Maybe I can just polish off an apple instead. Although the urge to slice it up and bake it into a cake or batter it and fry it up into fritters is sometimes stronger than the force to be sedentary by itself. At least for now, the tomatoes and the grapes are ripe and fresh and I can still turn that squash into cinnamony gold. With the bounty of the farmers market, we can get through this.
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