January 2010
30 posts
My living/kitchen/office/dining room is 6ºC, 45ºF. At least the bedroom is warm!
Wouldn’t you know it. I ran out of clean wooly socks on the very day that the heater in my living/kitchen/office/dining room broke.
Practicing talking about myself: http://iloivar.net/jhitzig.html Also, messily updating my website one .html at a time.
The smell of powdered cocoa still makes me think of the crushed pills my parents mixed with it in desperation and fed to me when I was 4-6.
… desperation only because they could never convince me to swallow them whole nor to chew them up plain.
Sometimes I get creeped out by the voices before I remember that my computer speakers pick up the local radio station very very quietly.
I slightly scorched my herb chicken and now my kitchen smells like incense.
Reached in my coat pockets looking for a tissue. Found: Used chop sticks, wallet, mp3 player, gloves, hat, pen, clean underwear. No tissues.
The chop sticks and underwear were in separate pockets, btw, hygiene preserved. Just so you know.
An intense 14 minutes of photographs and voice recordings. http://mediastorm.org/0021.htm #addiction
Challenge: Strive to cook very quietly in an unfamiliar kitchen.
#dream: All the logos I’ve drawn came to life and became a sea of human audience silhouettes. They began to sing out and sway for attention.
Despite much cold-weather abuse, my windshield wipers actually still work.
To those who remember chicken hypnosis: Do you draw the line in the dirt toward or away from the beak? Does it matter which way?
On my third pickle slab. Really going to stop after this one.
I can hear my fella’s cat over the phone. Sometimes I meow back.
cooool. Rhythmic juggling routine. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjHoedoSUXY
Just checked out my @favstar list. Apparently I love myself. http://favstar.fm/users/iloivar
Now where is my plate… Oh, wait, that one? Really? It is the one with no food on it?
Ethical Dilemma: Many large organic farms trade Weed-Killing Poison for Sub-Minimum-Wage weed-pulling Emigrants. via http://bit.ly/6XfHAz
Gayle Greene on Insomnia: http://bit.ly/53VWM4 [1 hour… or pick a topic below the video]
I’m all excited and doing a little jig: I have a hot brownie from @thecrazybaker! yum. http://www.thecrazybaker.com/index.php/brownies.html
I need a few pebbles, but all I have are rocks. Big ones.
…compared to pebbles.
I thought once I broke out my driver’s side door from the inside that then I would be able to get in from the outside. I was wrong. #ice
I wouldn’t mind crawling in from the passenger’s side so much if I had not recently given myself a vicious knee bruise.
I’m told: having a thick skin or a slippery/glassy/impervious mind is a critical skill for artists of all sorts… Not sure I’m up to it.
I must try eating dried produce again. I never liked any of it, but it has been years since my last dried goods foray. Must try again.
Snow is in the air, precipitation bright and fair.
Planning plotting planning headScratching planning getting the lay of the land with corn chips and cottage cheese to keep me going.
#10yearsago I was one semester into my second high school, where everyone thought I was very strange, but most of them liked me anyway.
December 2009
48 posts
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Debating between spreading the last of my peanut butter on the last of the toast versus spreading it on the last of the chocolate.
I just opened my drawer and saw all my shorts and then I got all excited about summertime. How long until its summer again?
Twitter: Where the Former Queen of Non Sequitur blends right in with everyone else.
I like to think if life were a video game I’d have it figured out by now, but then I remember I haven’t played video games since Duck Hunt.
Duuuuude. Life decisions are some heavy stuff, man. Isn’t there a map somewhere around here? Maybe eating enough chocolate will unlock it…
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Elmer’s Glue-All is still holding my sandal together.
Video chat is FUN.
Parents’ 0.25 mile driveway got plowed, Just in time for our visit!
Despite much charred edges, my super-delux grilled-cheese with caramelized onions, paprika, and pepperoni sandwiches turned out satisfying and delicious.
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I have to stop watching this show. It makes me...
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A dream about honey bees.
A boy opened a crock pot to make lentils and a queen bee flew out and into his lungs. The other honey bees followed (of course) and built a new hive in his lungs. He didn’t want to hurt them so he just kept his mouth open so they could fly in and out as they wished.
Several days later, I gave him a stern talking-to about how it would be better for all concerned if he’d find them a new home.
Cupcakes for breakfast. Yay adulthood!
Making Cupcakes! YAY! Happy times. Have wrangled help. The icing will be light blue.
*gasp*! What’s this? No one drove up a curvy narrow mountain road covered in 27 inches of snow to share @Thecrazybaker’s egg nog?!
Garlicky BACON. Yay!