Nalapak

**Note: Mickel's food is nearly as long as she is tall.**

We recently went to Nalapak, located on Central Ave. in Columbia Heights. It was sublime.

We both ordered different kinds of Dosai, and when the waiters brought out our dishes, we both looked and each other and said, "We should have split a meal!"

But, we both finished our plates of copious amounts of food without a problem.

Redezvous

We ditched a lock-your-doors hall meeting in favor of our own. At the monastery. With food.

I know it is not very good, but it makes me happy anyway.

It was tricky... It was dark, but the floodlights were bright, and there was a nasty glowing fog...

Beauties of Fall

One of my favorite things: Fall trees with all the colors: Red, Orange, Yellow, and a few lingering Green leaves. Gorgeous.

MacBook

Have you ever read a book you remember being good, but when you read it again you are older and wiser and it is no longer the challenge and stimulation you remember it being? It is like reliving an experience with a different brain...

This class is like that. It is pretty much the Media and Culture class (only not as bad, taught by a professor with a soul, and thank the Lord, missing a few key imbeciles) I am pretty sure it counting as my last COM requirement is the result of a series of odd events and major loopholes; the cycling through of four different professors, the drastic change in course

offerings, drastic changes in core requirements, the fact that I have been here for a million years, and my desperation to graduate. Anyway, it is like reliving the same story all over again surrounded by small Franklin children... and they make me a little bit crazy.

That has to do with this photo because we had to have a mid-semester chat about plagiarism, critical thinking, and weaning yourself off of all forms of technologically mediated communication during class (rude). It was a good chat. Perhaps it means the macbooks (and phones, blackberries, ipods, etc) will stay home.

Windowsill Produce

'Tis the season of harvest.

A Confession

This was not taken today, and it was not taken Monday, the day I posting it for... Actually, I have stretched the most interesting 4 days of the past 3 weeks into about 12 days. My thesis is eating my life. It is okay- I like it, it is going well, and I need to devote my time to it. It is just not very good for the everyday photography because a) I am in my room working, and my tiny corner-less room can only yield so many interesting photos if a pile of books an paper, which is essentially what my life looks like right now, and b) I have been lacking any drive to do anything else- other work, cooking, cleaning, dressing in a socially appropriate manner. The good that has come of all this is that when I do venture out into the world it seems even more striking and lovely and deserving of copious photos. I just thought I should confess.

Pumpkin, pumkin, who's got the pumpkin?

I love fall! This beautiful time of year always reminds me of a certain Deep Thought by Jack Handy. When the stress of the semester gets to you, consider this wise option:

"Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it’s head with a note that says 'You.' After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done."

-Jack Handy

Bern

I had no idea how cool the place was... It deserves to be the the capital.

Work is Sad

I went to Mickel's office today. It actually made me a little happy to be unemployed, but in a very sad way...

(By the way, I especially like the title "Thank You Power." What in the heck does it mean??)

Interacting with Art

Another Good Find

Reason to Love Fall #874

Yessss, these are caramel apples. Mickel' and I made them, because she can't really move very much these days and we thought it would be a delightful delight? Yes, that makes sense.
Yummy, yummy treats.


P.S. Happy birthday, Jill!

More [Swiss] Cowbell

From the Luzern Flea Market

Threads of Love

Okay, don't worry. I know that Threads of Love is a particularly cheesey title. It is, however, also the title of one of my favorite songs, written by Minnesota musician Lorie Line (ask Marcel, she's great). She wrote the song and dedicated it to her Grandma, who made her a quilt before she died. My Grandma did the same for me. This quilt was made either by my Grandma or her mom, and it now lives in our house. It is so detailed and beautiful, and since this week has been especially rainy and dreary, it's nice to have a little springtime (in the form of a warm quilt) on your lap.

So, here's to you, Threads of Love.

Lipstick Jungle

Lipstick Jungle is the title of a show I've never seen, but I sort of like the title. I think it says

a lot about, well, women.

I usually don't think of myself as a girly-girl. In fact, I like to think that I'm a little on the tough side. But occasionally, I buy myself some lipstick or gloss and it makes my day everytime. This Baby Pink Mint (which is probably the worst name ever, by the way) was only $1.99, so I went for it.

I do not regret my decision.

100% fresh and Swiss

Plus an avocado from the Asian Market. It was epic.

My Confession...

One of my most recent reasons to be ashamed is this: since working the night shift, I have started watching all of the episodes of "Friends," in order. Does the fact that I am now on season nine tell you anything?

I live at the end of the rainbow

I don't get out into the world much these days, but I do spend loads of quality time on my balcony.

Are they accepting new members, I wonder?

Thesis Reading II: The Yiddish Policemen's Union