I'm Here.
September 2010
while i was away from my desk for the last one point five months, a few standout individuals took it upon themselves to keep me apprised on what is fresh in the world of lexicography. the answer: a lot. here are some juicy word-related items that are sure to make you howl with ecstasy.
The 130 pound O.E.D. may soon slim down to almost nothing with a move to digital.
August 2010
I want to keep making montages of mundane things.
I just remembered I’m getting something cut off of my back tomorrow by a dermatologist.
Depressing.
Pictures of food are really gross unless you take a lot of time to set up the presentation and lighting. And well, I’m starving! It’s 10:30 and I’ve been at this since about 7:30.
Here’s a writeup of what I made. It was very colorful. It always is:
1. A lemon pepper tempeh/quinoa dish in a chunky roasted pepper sauce.
2. A potato salad with blue potatoes in a lemon, mint and chive sauce/dressing.
3. Baked yellow squash and eggplant in a shiitake fennel getting-inventive-something-or-other sauce.
Everything was non-dairy, and everything has red, yellow and orange peppers. Obviously. I mean, did you see how many peppers I cut up? And this was all just cooking for one. Gonna have food for days.
You guys.
Go experience this.
Reason for tumblr name:
They’re two big things I deal with every day. Move along or stick around. I always like change and the idea of constantly moving, of never repeating patterns. Obviously, tough not to.
First thing you’d do if you switched genders/sexes for a day:
Sleep it off.
Emotional age:
I have the emotional spectrum and capabilities of an in-tune, empathic adult, but I also have the sense of humor of a 14-year-old boy, so… it’s there, but the dial can move up or down.
Population size, landscape, and amenities of dream city:
So long as I have a personal space to which I may escape, and can spend less than 20 minutes on the road between work and home, and can be in and out of the grocery store within 20 minutes at some point in the day. With the landscape of Austin + an ocean… there’s the dream part.
Tumblrs to whom you could swear you’re related:
Get back to me on that.
Parent you would eat first if stranded in the Andes:
Nope.
Dream superpower - flight or invisibility:
This is like asking, “Do you want to be awesome or do you want to be creepy?” Flight, obviously.
Cake or pie:
Chocolate.
Drugs?:
Not into it.
Person (living, dead, fictional, whatever) for whom you would change your sexual orientation, if only for the one-night stand:
Not into one-night-stands or strangers.
Eat a fetus baby toddler seven-year-old, or release a (very definitely guilty) death row inmate:
Kill something, or let something live? Is that even a challenge? Come on.
Hipster tattoo, if forced to chose - finger mustache or highly visible Carl Sagan quote in multicolored Helvetica:
Mustache.
Reality tv show on which you would star/compete:
I don’t want to be on television and I don’t want to compete.
Dream spot in which to have sex- church, Oval Office, classroom, space shuttle, whatever:
Some echoey cave behind a loud waterfall.
Grossest food you’ve ever eaten:
I only eat things I’m interested in eating.
Do you believe in miracles?:
I believe in the element of surprise.
Meh.
I’m having one of those great weekends where it’s just completely my world… no guests, no plans except to turn down plans, which can be difficult and also somewhat confusing for others now and again but most people, by now, understand that part of me and don’t take it as a personal offense.
My piano is here, I’m getting into a book Marcie lent me (my books didn’t get here and neither did my drums; not enough space in my parents’ vehicle when they drove here but it’s okay), and I spent a good chunk of yesterday doing those things plus catching up with friends in three different states on the phone… just lots of long-overdue things in general.
I woke up early today to head to Barton Springs, then had Torchy’s for brunch. Earlier in the week I was looking forward to attending a hot sauce festival, but the reality is I’m about to go to the art store with sights set on paper clay, then to a home improvement store with sights set on a Dremel kit or the like.
Doing this makes it really hard to think about going to work on Monday (and Tuesday and Wednesday and…) but it gives me a lot to look forward to when I get home.
In other words, work has been stressful.
…But my world has been great.
But I’d really prefer to live in a world and work in an environment where everyone calls one another Mr. / Ms. / Mrs. and then their last name.
…Without having to work in a school.
