Butler is about 5 minutes away from Broad Ripple (10 if there’s traffic or you drive slow or it’s February and there are 87 pot holes along the way). When I lived on campus, we only went there a couple of times to park and walk around. Mostly we just went to Qdoba. Because it is delicious.
Now that I live 30 minutes away from Broad Ripple, I’ve been there even more frequently! A couple of weeks ago, we dined at Shalimar’s lunch buffet, and last week we tried one of the new restaurants on the main strip: Thr3e Wise Men. It was delicious! Until I realized their “stuffed breadsticks” were stuffed with pepperonis… and not cheese or something. That was a little weird. But anyway.
Next stop was Big Hat Books and a little walk on the Monon Trail!
My phone takes surprisingly giant pictures.
Checking out Broad Ripple was a great way to kick off autumn. Fall. Whatever.
"The First American Apparel Ad" - Jimmy Fallon
Last spring, Darkness on the Edge of Town was practically stuck in my car’s CD player. I blasted The Promised Land all the way up Binford Blvd with the windows rolled down, because everyone knows I’m sick of the radio and how they play Bruno Mars every 2 seconds.
When sitting at the traffic light at Meridian and 52nd street, I would roll down my window (just one, I don’t have automatic anything in my car) and subject everyone around me to Badlands. Subsequently, it would be stuck in my head for the next 2 weeks.
I don’t know what it is about this album. There’s just this over-arching theme of Stick it to the Man (“mister, I ain’t a boy–no, I’m a man / and I believe in the promised land”), while underneath there’s a real sense of hopelessness and discontent (like in Something in the Night). It’s the kind of album that can fit any mood. It inspires me.
But let’s face it, I love everything Springsteen.
Curtis reveals that his favorite album is The River, then he retracts the statement and decides on Tunnel of Love.
(My second choice is Born to Run).
Even on the dregs of the Internet (okay, maybe not the lowest of the low, but still full of Internet-hooked yuppies, students, gamers, and who-knows-what-else), there has been this pervasive topic of class warfare. I watched President Obama address Congress on the American Jobs Act, saw some leaders of our government scoff at the idea that those lazy people still need unemployment, that people can’t afford healthcare, that the government needs to spend money on jobs (because there are plenty out there if those rotten unemployed people would just get off of Imgur.com and look).
Washington, put on your corrective reading glasses, because here is the real world.
We Are the 99 Percent is a blog I discovered through a friend who posted it on Facebook. As a student who has moved out and gotten married, I’ve struggled a little with financial independence, budgeting, and all of those other Adult Things a person should know. I’m paying my way through school with loans, which means the thousands of dollars of tuition costs have pretty much doubled in what I’ll pay back (probably in the next century sometime if cybernetic human technology has anything to say about it). But it’s not nearly as bad for me as it is for many other Americans.
I don’t think I can say anything further that isn’t already covered in the above picture.
I got access to Pottermore today! That’s right. I’m one of those creepy Harry Potter nerds. But I hate Twilight, I maintain that.
No one ever told me what Pottermore was, but it was all the vogue this summer to be one of the few magical folks to get chosen for beta testing, which would last until Pottermore debuted to the public in October. Getting early access to Pottermore meant waiting around your computer on certain days waiting to click on a magical quill. I had someone tip me off when the magical quill appeared, then I waited almost a month and a half to get access. It happened this morning.
I raced to get through as much of the story as possible. I got my wand in Diagon Alley.
I know, I know. Coolest wand ever. I mean, did anyone see Draco’s wand in the last movies? It was stupid looking.
The time before I ran off to work became short. I clicked furiously to collect all of my supplies in Diagon Alley (including a fluffy white cat, because why not?) so I could get sorted at Hogwarts. FINALLY, THE MOMENT CAME.
Am I really a Gryffindor? Discuss.
At any rate, Pottermore has been down all evening (which you may have noticed if you tried to look around after clicking the above link). I can’t even sign in. Blah. I guess that means I should do homework.
It’s not just the early mornings, traffic, and radio morning shows. It’s more than the fact that the Clowe’s parking lot is closed to commuters now, forcing us to park in the Hinkle parking lot (adding an extra two minutes to the already astounding journey!). And it could be all about using public restrooms all day, but I’ve found something even more profound.
C Club already smells kind of funky. Fried food, soup, toasted sandwiches with everything on them, all with a hint of Lysol (much appreciated). But it smells even weirder as the girl with the 400-pound backpack pulls a Healthy Choice lean bean burrito out of the ancient microwave in the corner.
I’m that girl. Only it’s not a Healthy Choice today, it’s weird-looking leftover tortellini from this weekend. The lucky ones with meal plans eat lunches that look like this:
Man, that sandwich looks good.
My lunch looks like this:
How'd it get burned? How'd it get burned?!
Ten points to Gryffindor for whoever knows the reference in that caption.
My leftover pasta looks better than that, but I’m sure to onlookers it looks like I’m eating the guts of a honey badger. Luckily for me, honey badger guts taste delicious.
I’d say the biggest thing about leftovers for lunch is placing dirty tupperware back in my lunch box. I guess I could rinse it in the nearest water fountain (in the Reilly Room? no), but I’d much prefer hiding my shame as quickly as possible.
I should go with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich tomorrow.
That’s right. The time for the best season of all has begun–the Starbucks holiday themed drink season.
On Sept. 6th, the coffee megacompany released, arguably, its best cast of drinks all year. The Pumpkin Spice Latte, the Salted Caramel Mocha, and masquerading as a fall favorite but let’s face it we mostly drink it in winter and really any time we want, the Chai Tea Latte.
Pictured above is Curtis and me with the first Pumpkin Spice Lattes of the season. There is nothing like the scalding hot, orange speckled liquid on a cold fall day. Granted, here in Indy, it’s been kind of hot for the past couple of weeks, so I have to go sit in C Club where it’s about 65 degrees Fahrenheit to enjoy it.
For about five years running, the Pumpkin Spice has brightened my gloomy fall days like a tub of ice cream after watching a movie like The Notebook. (For the sake of my reputation, I’ve never seen The Notebook, but have heard numerous reports that everyone cries having watched it, and I found it to be a superb reference for my simile.)
However, last week, I partook in the Salted Caramel Mocha. It has become my new best friend, but I still call Pumpkin Spice on the weekends when I don’t have any plans and Salted Caramel is busy. Seriously, the drink is fabulous. Almost a little too sweet. It’s like candy! So I don’t recommend getting whipped cream on it, that would just send it over the edge.
I get way too intense about Starbucks sometimes.
Only not, because I’ve programmed this entry to appear after I leave. Bazinga!
I would really like to petition to the universe to get about four more hours in every day. I’m not asking for much. Just two more hours in the morning to sleep, and two more hours at night to finish work and probably watch Top Gear.
The second request on my petition to the universe is that Netflix won’t get rid of Top Gear on Instant Watch because we haven’t watched all the episodes we’ve wanted yet. Then I would humbly include a clause requesting that Netflix doesn’t double in price.
Bottom line: I’ve been busy. But that’s not new news. I think if I wasn’t so stubborn about getting an exorbitant amount of sleep (going to bed at 9 PM and waking up at 5:30 AM has worked out well for me), I’d probably have more than enough time to
surf the internet do my homework.
But things have been going well. Fall is here! It’s both chilly and sunny, and that is my favorite.
Featuring: my laptop and one of those free download cards I stuff in my purse and find months later still unused.
We have a balcony that overlooks a man-made lake at our apartment. The lake has ducks, as I’ve spoken of before, as well as a blue heron. One night, we were sitting out on the balcony watching our hummingbird feeder (which is one of the most adorable accessories to our apartment), when just about every possible wildlife experience short of seeing a coyote happened.
There’s a cooper’s hawk I’ve seen around a couple of times. That night, he swooped directly in front of out balcony (I’m pretty sure I made eye contact with him), then he landed in a nearby tree. He had a mouse dinner in his talon.
Our attention was directed back toward the lake, where the ducks were freaking out (Mr. Hawk is large enough to snatch one, for sure), and I saw this curious-looking bird stalking around the shoreline. He looked like a kiwi.
But wait, we aren’t in Australia.
This bird prompted a frantic Google search, ranging anywhere from “waterfowl in Indiana” to “kiwi looking bird in midwest.” Our results were inconclusive. My vote is green heron.
It was too dark to see his coloring, but his silhoutte looked just like that. He’s like the hunchback of waterfowl.
If you couldn’t already tell, I really like birds. Especially hummingbirds. All they do is go cheep cheep cheep and zoom around. It’s adorable.
The whole point of this entry is that we are in the market for binoculars and probably safari hats. And a Land Rover.
Last night, around 11 PM, my phone rang with an unidentified 513 area code phone number. I let it go to voicemail. Immediately after, it rang again, so I picked it up.
Man: Hey uhh we just met you was walkin’ up the street.
Me: … No?
Who gives their number to people on the street?! And then who has the guts to call that number? GEEZ.
I think I need to admit right now that I’m feeling a little uninspired today. The past couple of months have been this nonstop ride of work, work, more work, school, other obligations, no time to do anything, putting off grocery shopping for almost 3 weeks (impressive, right?), and trying to get some sleep in between. My evenings are crushed between getting home after a long day and needing to go to bed, but also having homework and needing some serious “do nothing” time.
I’m hoping things will slow down soon. Until then, I’m just hoping I have some time to read or do something enjoyable this weekend.
MORE DUCKIES. A rare glimpse of Barry behaving himself and not chasing off other ducks.
I noticed two ducks in our pond outside that are always together. They’re really cute ducks, too, because they’re three times the size of a mallard and the white one likes to chase other ducks off. I informed Curtis one day that they are husband and wife. So we named them Barry and Margot!
As far as I know, usually female ducks are more “ground colored” for camouflage, and boy ducks can just do whatever. So I think Barry is the white one (he’s also very territorial!), and Margot is the grey one. PRETTY.
One day, I was leaving for work. When I turned the corner to get on the sidewalk, I almost tripped over Margot because she was standing right there! Then Barry jumped out of a bush and they both waddled off. It was both adorable and alarming.
We like to observe the wildlife in the pond. The other day, a heron landed and stood around for a while, which prompted Curtis to show me what kinds of noises they make in a Youtube video. Except he found this gem. Good heavens.