Saturday: Me Today
You know, I felt like I needed a week to clear the air after all the horror of some completely innocent cool kid being knifed to death, decapitated, then cannibalized. Well, that's just me. We humans are interesting - we can grieve, process and move on. Thank goodness, we'd be screwed if we couldn't.
We had a good time last night, hanging out with some friends for dinner at a cool restaurant, and then a walk down the street to the cupcake store, to end the evening in spectacular decadence. I had sangria, which despite all my hopes, always turns into a mistake. I like wine; I like mixed drinks some times; I like fruity mixed drinks, sometimes. When it all comes together, however, it's kind of a trainwreck. It's either too sweet, too "hot" with alcohol, or the wine is cheap and you get a damn headache. It's my own fault, though... I suck. The server recommended the sangria with sauvignon blanc, saki and Asian pears, and I ignored my inner warnings and ordered it.
It wasn't bad. For sangria.
Summer is made for white wine. I love all wine. ALL wine. I drink it every day, but in the summer, for every glass of red that I drink, I consume 3-4 of white. (Not at one setting.) In the city where I live, diners either a) aren't educated about wine, or b) don't care about it, because the restaurants, almost without exception, serve up lists filled with cheap commodity wine. I don't *hate* Mondavi or Fetzer or Bogle, but if that stuff makes up most of your winelist, don't call it "fine"... just call it wine.
And that's the biggest rant you'll hear from me. Blogs are not for ranting, unless you desire never to be read by anyone. I like to have people read my stuff, so thanks to both of you.
Saturdays are very simple and cool days. Sleep in till 7am, walk to Farmer's Market, buy stuff and take pictures, stop at a coffee shop on the way back, do some clothing, eat a great lunch, workout, go hang out at cafe. Lots of steps... easy to execute.
Everybody talks about farmer's markets and how great the produce is, often using the tomato as an example. Easy to do because supermarket tomatoes are terrible and tomatoes planted, cared for, picked and sold by human beings (usually the same human beings) are amazing in their variety and flavor. But here's an off-the-beaten path example: potatoes. You know, potatoes grown by real people actually have taste - wonderful potatoey tastes, in addition to all of those textures we're accustomed to from different varieties.
We were talking about Facebook last night, driving to dinner. Leave it to my boyfriend to hit the nail on the head: "I hate Facebook because everybody is on it and now I'm back in high school again, forced to be friends with people I don't like."
I feel bad agreeing because I'm kind of one of those social media people. Facebook is a big success, in that it's one of the only social networks to go truly mainstream, spanning demographic categories. But, when every person you've encountered in your short, or long, life starts adding you, it gets to be too much.
I still think of social networks as places for me to connect with people who have similar interests but different experiences; I can learn from them, and, over time, I meet a number of these people in person, adding another dimension to being "friends." Over time, my interests and curiosities change, and my network shifts in reaction to that. I'm not as much into transplanting a social network that has diminished in value and recreating it on a new platform.
That said, so far only the cool people from high school have added me. The rest of 'em might not get Facebook. They might not even get the Internet.
Those dumb bitchez.
