Mother
Today is my amazing mother’s 49th birthday. To say I’m blessed to know her is an understatement.
Happy birthday, Mom.
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I’m working on several big posts (including album reviews) and some cool new stuff. Will return in full force tomorrow on Monday, my dears.
Xo.
P.s.- Have fun at Fun Fun Fun Fest this weekend!
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Bonfire Night

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
And what should we do with him? Burn him!
Guy Fawkes and Bonfire Night were a big part of my childhood. I went to a British school in Suffolk. I used to have the above poem memorized.
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Don’t Be Tardy for the Bleet-Up
Quick commercial:

I’m going to the blogger meet up, erm, bleet-up tonight! Tolly of Austin Eavesdropper has been a driving force in getting Austin bloggers together and I’m so excited about this event tonight. I hope you’ll be there! I’d love to meet you!
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Electropop Dance Party Wednesday
Goldfrapp, “White Horse”
I’ve posted a video with this song before. I just love it, so I’m gonna post it again.
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Holy L. Ron Hubbard
So, on Sunday night I had the weirdest dream. It was so unnerving that it has stuck with me for the past two days and I even solicited the help of friends to try and interpret what it could mean. Part of me was joking in asking. Part of me wasn’t.
I dreamed that Tom Cruise confessed his never ending love to me in the frozen foods section of my local H-E-B.
What the ef?
My friend Megan said, “Did you promptly kick him in the nuts and say, ‘No, Tom. I will NOT have your alien baby?’” My friend Ashley inquired what part of the frozen foods section we were in because that could impact the symbolism.
I know this much: it was Mission Impossible Tom Cruise, rather than Top Gun Tom Cruise or couch jumping Tom Cruise. He literally walked up to me and said, “I want you to know I love you. Forever,” and then I guess I made myself wake up shortly after. It’s weird to me because Tom Cruise isn’t one of my most favorite actors or anything. I would much rather have dreamt about Robert Pattinson.
Here’s the only reason I think I could possibly have had that dream: a couple of weeks ago I watched the now infamous episode of Nightline on ABC wherein Scientology spokesperson Tommy Davis stormed out on reporter Martin Bashir when he was asked whether or not the cult religion espouses the story of Xenu to explain their origins. The episode centered on Scientology’s aggressive recruitment of celebrities and I guess it must’ve showed a clip of Tom Cruise, an avowed Scientologist. Maybe that got implanted somewhere in the recesses of my brain? I have no idea.
But really, what is my brain trying to tell me?
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Miss New Foodie
My good friend Liz has been taking cooking classes at Whole Foods. She spoke in glowing terms about them last week when we met for dinner. It was really inspiring to hear about how much fun she’s had in the classes and how many cool kitchen tidbits she’s picked up that will be useful from here on.
That said…
I’ve written on here before about my struggles with food and all that that entails: choosing the right things to eat, taking time to cook, taking time to enjoy every bite, remembering how precious food is and why I’m eating it, etc. One thing I’ve wanted to do is become a more conscious eater and although I’ve done pretty well, I have slipped up here and there. So, I’m embarking on a new project this month: I’m going to cook something from scratch at least four nights a week. The goals of this little experiment of mine are to build a greater appreciation for the process of making a meal, to become a more informed consumer and become a more engaged and appreciative eater. I always hear stories about how in Italy and France making a meal is a true event and a celebration. In addition to those aforementioned goals, I’m hoping that this project will improve my cooking skills a bit. Right now I have trouble navigating the kitchen outside of using the microwave and boiling water. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I can also make veggie enchiladas and scrambled egg sandwiches. But a girl cannot live by those dishes alone.
Late last night, I pulled out all my cookbooks and it was actually really fun to thumb through the pages of each one and pick out recipes for the month. I’ve chosen to conduct this little cooking experiment four nights a week because I figure I’ll have extra portions I can eat as leftovers the next night. I also wanted to account for the nights I won’t be cooking because I’ll be out of town for work or for Thanksgiving. After picking them out, I wrote all the recipe titles on a calendar that’s now on my refrigerator. I took an epic trip to the grocery and bought all the goods, with the exception of all the produce I’ll need. I’m trying to make an effort to use fresh produce each time a recipe calls for it. To keep track of this project, I’m thinking about adding a new page to this blog so you all can see what I’ve made.
Wish me luck and send me a “bon appetit.”
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