tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9884527.post111764310477540084..comments2023-06-06T06:40:21.968-07:00Comments on Kellinahandbasket: R.I.P., Favorite Restaurant...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470349653022641703noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9884527.post-1119455615828281902005-06-22T08:53:00.000-07:002005-06-22T08:53:00.000-07:00Yeah, I've been telling a lot of friends and famil...Yeah, I've been telling a lot of friends and family about spargel and goat cheese salads. But as I was talking to my friend, Daisy, I realized that I think a good gauge of how much you like your state in life can be measured by the choice to tell people what you ate for recent meals and how excited you were about it. And when the highlights are things like asparagus and salad, you know something else is missing...then the whole grad school frame of mind makes you feel guilty about getting so excited over *white* asparagus. Maybe one day I'll post a paper I wrote on society's obsession with albino animals...then again, no one will check in on the blog ever again after that...(*I* thought it was interesting)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14470349653022641703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9884527.post-1119043994310940492005-06-17T14:33:00.000-07:002005-06-17T14:33:00.000-07:00Oh, pal, so though it probably wasn't your happies...Oh, pal, so though it probably wasn't your happiest experience ever, I sure enjoyed reading on a Friday afternoon at work. Sigh--the things we sacrifice for a good goat cheese salad. By the way, Will and I have spargel dinners in DC, too. He introduced me to the German word for it about a year ago, and now I buy asparagus just so I can talk about spargel. Cheers from here!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9884527.post-1117781636114230062005-06-02T23:53:00.000-07:002005-06-02T23:53:00.000-07:00Verrrrrrry crafty of you...I'll give that a try. ...Verrrrrrry crafty of you...I'll give that a try. Knowing my luck he'll still run out and try to mouth his message to me, and trying to read lips here is impossible. Practically a sport in class and it's embarrassing how many times I have to mouth "What?"Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14470349653022641703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9884527.post-1117744855880554162005-06-02T13:40:00.001-07:002005-06-02T13:40:00.001-07:00Oh, I forgot, that was me, Marcy that posted that...Oh, I forgot, that was me, Marcy that posted that previous note. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9884527.post-1117744823290092312005-06-02T13:40:00.000-07:002005-06-02T13:40:00.000-07:00Oh, Kell, I've SOOO had those kind of interactions...Oh, Kell, I've SOOO had those kind of interactions. LIke when I worked at Paramount in LA, and I had to walk across the lot for something, and I knew that if I went by this one area, (the easiest most direct route across the lot) that I'd see this guy- one of the security guards, no less (or I should say this guy would see me.) And he was very nice and friendly, but overly so, and there were akward conversations ... and here we even spoke the same language. So, I'd take the long way around, getting more exercise, which wasn't always comfortable if I had heels on, just so I didn't have to think of something more to say than, "hi, how are you. ... oh, me, I'm fine, thanks..." uh. uh. "Okay, well, see you later."<BR/>I think it's universal. Too bad you live right next to the place. You probably have to turn your apartment lights out so he doesn't know you're home if you say you have to be somewhere just to ditch him. i used to walk by holding my cell phone to my ear, pretending I was in the middle of a conversation. maybe you should try that. he wouldn't even know if it were turned on. you can just politely smile and wave and go on with your fake conversation on the phone. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com