All I can think of is...
Its 106 miles to Chicago... We've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, its dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
New Orleans, here we come.
All in It's My Life
All I can think of is...
Its 106 miles to Chicago... We've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, its dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
New Orleans, here we come.
This is obviously the before picture, and to be honest, it came out so good, I totally forgot to take a picture of it after it came out of the oven.
My grandparents and I used to make pizzas all the time when I was younger. Both my and my grandfather both liked anchioves and we'd eat them straight out of the can. We'd also eat a good deal of the cheese before it got to the pizza as well... you know, to test it.
Ingredients:
My homemade sauce with garlic, fresh basil, oregano
Grated locatelli romano (grated the block in a food processor)
lightly salted mozzerella
green peppers
olives
sundried tomatos
anchiovies
mushrooms
onions
hot red pepper
On Saturday, I'll be heading down to New Orleans for a week on a community service trip sponsored by the Fordham alumni office.
I could have probably just ended the post right then and there and you'd have a good sense of what that all means.
And actually, you'd have just as good of an idea of what that means as I do. The reality of this trip is that contact with the place we're volunteering at has been understandably difficult, and the scope of the damage there is so great that its hard to say specifically what we'll be doing. I mean, when a city nearly gets wiped off the map, where do you start?
Well, our group will be starting (and staying) at Project Lazarus, which is a home for people with AIDS--the first residential home in New Orleans to address the need for homeless people living with AIDS. None of the residents have been able to move back in yet, so basically we will be restoring the home back to a livable condition to help them reopen in the next few weeks.
I will definitely be using this blog as a fundraising mechanism for PL in the coming weeks, but I decided that I'd go down there first to be able to share the story firsthand before I do anything like that. So, I'll be going down there with my cellphone and video camera. I have no idea if I'll be able to e-mail any of the photos, but if I can, I'll be photoblogging while I'm down there. Videos will come up after I've returned on the 21st, so stay tuned. I'm sure it promises to be some really interesting and emotional footage.
Am I nervous? Not really. I decided to clear my head of any expectations, because I know I'm going down there with a great team and whatever we find down there, we'll do what we can to help and go through it together.
Wish us luck!
I'm standing on the subway again. Rein Raus is blasting in my headphones. There's something amusing to me about overlaying all of these Brooklyn bound commuters with their su doku, sneakers from under their desks, and their copies of the News or the Post with German industrial music.
Bam was the word of the day today, by the way. Whenever something good happened, I'd turn to Kerri and day bam. Bam! I even texted her bam after a good lunch on the way back to the office. I'm sure she thinks I'm nuts.
Evanecense is on now... Perhaps Rammstein could use some female vocals, too.
By the way, why isn't mining automated? Its 2006, and yet we still send people deep into the earth to pull rocks out of it. Seems like something that should be done with robots. Build some robots and give all these guys jobs running the robots via remote control from the surface.
First impressions are tough because you always think of them as "only" impressions. I see it with entrepreneurs. Some entrepreneurs are confident that you've done your homework and that you'll follow up with questions, but others try to squeeze every single tidbit of info into a meeting that its a little bit overwhelming. I used to be that way on dates. I thought that if I could just tell my whole story, they'd like me, but getting the whole story in is hard. "Wait...did did I tell you I mentor students? I play dodgeball, and marzapan... I like marzapan, oh oh, and I go to the philharmonic, too. Did I mention that?" I'm sure going out with me must have been like drinking from a firehose. You live and learn.
I'm really warm in this fleece, but with the iPod, its just too complicated to take off right now. I bit my tongue yesterday and it still feels weird. Its amazing that doesn't happen more often.
So in the last three days, I found out that two of my ex's are getting married. Actually, one is already married. This year is going to be my five year college reunion... I guess that kind of thing is going to come up a lot in 2006.
They say you're not supposed to make this list too long, but I'd rather be ambitious, try a bunch, and then *hopefully* be able to say I accomplished at least a handful of them by the end.
So, here goes:
Link: In Pursuit of Unhappiness - New York Times.
"Sociologists like to point out that the percentage of those describing themselves as "happy" or "very happy" has remained virtually unchanged in Europe and the United States since such surveys were first conducted in the 1950's. And yet, this January, like last year and next, the self-help industry will pour forth books promising to make us happier than we are today. The very demand for such books is a strong indication that they aren't working."
Great article... reminds me of Debi (Minnie Driver)'s quote from Grosse Pointe Blank,
"Everybody's coming back to take stock of their lives. You know what I say? Leave your livestock alone."
I'm usually a fantastic sleeper.
But, once in a while, I just have these odd nights where nothing works and I putz around my place unable to even begin to think about sleeping until way too late.
Its 3:47 AM.
I was going to bike to work tomorrow, but its going to rain. Sucks, because that's kind of what I was up to in my workout cycle. I guess I kind of need the sleep now. Perhaps I'll go at lunch.
Checking AIM... Tim's on... but he's ALWAYS on. Guy never sleeps. He's hilarious, though. I almost don't want to start chatting with him because then I'll actually have a reason to stay awake. Jarah's on, too... but she's on the west coast, so its not so late there. I don't honestly know what time zone Tim is in... he's on a farm in Saskachawan somewhere.
I had Starbucks with Ken this morning. Nice guy... I seem to get along well with Canadians.
Damn, I don't have one single interesting thing to write about.
My leg is tapping... it does that sometimes. Annoys Kerri, I'm sure.
This whole sleep thing is kind of like how we need a leap year every four years. Turns out it takes 365 and 1/4 days for the earth to go around the sun, so to catch up, we need to have this extra day in there. Well, I guess I'm on some kind of weird 23 hour day thing where by the time the end of the month comes, I don't need a nights worth of sleep.
Why am I blogging?
This is lame.
Echo. Echo. Echo.
Alright... I'm going to just lay in bed, even if I don't fall asleep.
You know, I didn't want to put up a Christmas tree this year, but my parents moved so they needed somewhere to put up theirs. Admittedly, it kind of makes me feel warm and fuzzy when I see it. Its the first thing I turn on when I get back home. I may just keep it up all year.