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Do you know what? I really do like the Elvis Presley song "Burning Love".

It's really very good.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:36 AM | shower me with attention

Steve Martin's script notes for "The Passion" (via Boing Boing via LawGeek via The New Yorker)

Hilarity.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:43 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 11, 2004

My dad's doctor wants him to spend a few days in the hospital next week to get his blood sugar under control. I think we've finally convinced him that it is a really good idea to follow his doctor's advice. (Erin's suggestion that I give him the silent treatment until he agreed to go seemed to do the trick! Silence works better than tears!)

If he would only start eating the way that I eat, his blood sugar (AND his cholesterol!) would cease to be a problem.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:23 PM | shower me with attention

Your non-sequitur of the day:

Oh my god! I forgot Tom Skerrit at a traffic light in a pickup truck!

(Add your own.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:02 PM | shower me with attention

I released 8 more books into the wild today. I left two on the big bell in front of the church on the island, and one on a park bench across from Blackwell House. That one I did right out in front of people walking by, very purposely set it down and then walked a few feet away. Then I turned around and the book was gone! One of the people had watched me put it down, and then took it! I hope they write a journal entry for it.

I put two in the recess on the subway platform at Roosevelt Island (the Star Trek book I'd left yesterday was gone!), one in the Gotham Writer's box on 64th street, and 2 in the Village Voice box in front of the armory. The books I had put in the Voice box yesterday were gone! But, sadly, The Castle of Llyr that I put in the Gotham Writer's box yesterday is still there. That's a great book. I hope someone finds it and takes it home.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:50 PM | shower me with attention

Great Ginger Experiment #3: Ginger/Soy Dolphinfish:

Slize 2 oz ginger, 5 oz onion (or approximations thereof; curse your newly broken food scale, which you dearly loved and used every day.) Put in blender. Add 1.5 cups soy sauce, .5 cup vinegar, a healthy squirt of lime juice. Blend until all is liquid. Marinate mahi-mahi steaks in it for some period of time or another. Put fish in oiled baking dish. Pour the rest of the sauce over them. Realize you made too much sauce. Throw the rest out. Bake fish for half an hour at 400 to make sure there isn't the slightest bit of uncooked fish to give you an allergic reaction. Eat with buttered green beans, which for some reason taste really great with Mrs Dash. Decide next time to get fresh fish, for the frozen steaks are kind of tough and fibrous.

Now I a nearly out of ginger. I have ordered more. I really like ginger.

Look at all the books I just registered at Bookcrossing.com. I made my first wild releases today. I left one in the subway station and the rest in various free-periodical boxes on the way to school. My mom and sister left some on the F train. I hope they remember to take more tomorrow. I hope people actually take them home and report them. Want any before I release them to the great wide world? I haven't read most of them so they might be truly awful, but you can look anyway.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:43 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

I reserve bragging rights: My Kitana has just been granted admission and a full scholarship to pursue her graduate studies at Columbia University. This means:

1) She's officially living in NYC for the next few years.

2) She is a genius.

I knew both of these things, but now they have been confirmed by Official Word.

Party in the treefort!*

*Sherman, get my Wayback Machine!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention

Spurred on by Ade's enthusiasm, I have become so into this Bookcrossing thing, I can't believe it. I've put a big pile of books by the front door with instructions to my family to take some whenever they leave and drop them off somewhere (and report to me where so I can make release notes for it.)

Bookcrossing, by the way, is where you take books and release them into the wild to have adventures of their own. You label each one with a note and a special code, hoping that whoever finds it will go to the website and make a journal entry about it, but really it's just about the coolness of letting books be free and hoping someone else will find and enjog them. It's pretty amazing-- in this family of packrats it's extremely difficult to get rid of anything. The idea of getting rid of books is so painful to me, but there are just too many crappy old things sitting around, or doubles, or just things that I'll never feel the need to read again. I've registered 16 so far. Out of a library of thousands, but still, not too shabby, for me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:56 AM | shower me with attention

Yesterday I brought home my first print of my woodcut of Inca. It was light, a test print, on newsprint. I brought it home and stuck it on the fridge with magnets.

Later I came into the kitchen and found the Stinka on two legs, ATTACKING it with both paws. It wasn't damaged, but I must say I was a bit offended. It's not that bad a likeness.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:38 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Spalding Gray I expected. It's so sad. I really liked his monologue-films, especially Monster in a Box. What an awful thing. Ironic that they found his body because of the spring thaw, on the very day that winter decides to slap us in the face with a lot of freezing, wet snow. (Everyone was ready for spring here. I slept with air conditioning the other night.)

But then, Drake Sather? Where did that come from? And why is only one place apparently reporting it?

These suicides, these suicides of talented people, they're very depressing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:17 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, March 08, 2004

The Great Ginger Experiment: Part II: Tavie's Ginger-Chicken Stir Fry:

Slice ginger, celery, onions, chicken. Saut�e chicken in oil. Add onions and ginger. Add celery. Add 1-2 cups frozen broccoli. Add soy sauce and, on a whim, Emeril's Asian Blend. Stir. Cover. Stir. Cover. Put in bowl. Eat with a glass of homemade limeade (water, lime juice, Splenda.) Muse that this dish is rather too low in fat for you. Chuckle.

Tomorrow: Lay off the ginger. Don't want to burn a hole in your stomach.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:12 PM | shower me with attention

I bought a piece of ginger root serendipitously last night. The first day of The Great Ginger Experiment: Tavie's Fresh Ginger Tea (actually, "tisane"):

Boil water.
Grate a small piece of ginger root into a large latte mug*. (Should amount to about 1/2 tsp when all is said and done.)
Pour boiling water into mug.
Walk away and check email.
Come back, drain liquid through strainer and pour unfettered tea back into mug.
Add liberal amounts of Splenda. (Or sweetener of choice.)
Drink and be warrrrrrrm.

*Recommended: cobalt-blue Fiestaware� oversized latte mug.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:26 PM | shower me with attention

Miserable trip home tonight. Not only was I wear terrible shoes that force me to clomp around like a Clydesdale and give me big blisters, but a horrible man approached me on the platform at 34th, asked me where to get an A train, and then proceeded to whip out his penis and attempt to masturbate on me. I never clomped away so fast.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:33 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, March 07, 2004

I swear to drunk I'm not god!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:12 AM | shower me with attention