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29.3.07

multiple choice

which is more cruel: to tell people something one is not sure of that will make them sick with worry, or to wait until one knows and maybe hurt them by being silent so long?

why do i always pick the waiting?

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scrawled @ 08:06

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19.3.07

priorities

Eurospar.

dude, it's like a real supermarket in here. it's got to be, like, several hundred square feet!

They have paper towels. SCORE.

is it? it can't be. we've been disappointed repeatedly. But maybe. It does say soft, i think. At home: my god, white bread. guys, life just got so (oooooooooooooo) much better. because i will cut you is not something i look for in baked goods.

also, i don't care what people say about the hundred mile diet: sometimes a woman needs an avocado. That's all.

Labels: expat, vienna

scrawled @ 18:33

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16.3.07

top ten reasons i like my new job

Anything with the words "twenty-five days of vacation" is my friend.
Espresso.
my window opens.
oh, and, i have a window.
Having a such thing as a free lunch that does not even count as taxable income.
i can walk to it.
Austrian health insurance. no copay! none!
They are going to get me German lessons.
"No, it's fine, it's like preemptive comp time."
Free shoes.

Labels: work

scrawled @ 15:30

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15.3.07

oh, right

i was supposed to link that, too.

Labels: media, writing

scrawled @ 18:36

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14.3.07

so maybe this link will work

more vienna photos. featured: Hofburg, the Gloriette at Schonbrunn (because, meanies, they don't let you take pictures inside and it's full of cameras now), more ruins, driving through Germany.

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scrawled @ 15:10

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13.3.07

and don't come back for five to seven days

is not as funny as it sounds. Or not in the same way, maybe. Or not any more.

Dear Self,

There's nothing you can do about it anyway, one way or the other. it is, somehow, done. it is out of your hands. worrying about it will not accomplish anything. right? so let's chill the fuck out and think about something else. let it go.

Dear Self,

Bitch, you know how i hate being told to hurry up and wait.

Labels: baby, drama, writing

scrawled @ 19:48

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9.3.07

i'm not so good at the deep.

i'm okay with this. i know that my #1 coping mechanism is black, black humor. i kind of like it that way, really. case in point: Every time you try to make a metaphor about Iraq, a little Iraqi baby dies. that's healthy, right?

sorry, sorry. i just really wish i knew what was going on, already. Schrodinger is a rotten bitch to have in one's head.

Labels: drama

scrawled @ 19:33

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7.3.07

blech

One has this idea that there would be many very specific people that would love to find an entire hazelnut, let alone three, in their morning breakfast cereal.

Me, i think it's a little bit much. Little bit. you're crunching along happily, not expecting this big not at all flaky thing to get surprisingly bit on and stuck in between your teeth. it's not like it's an almond, after all.

Labels: food

scrawled @ 08:54

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6.3.07

spoiler

She can't have two more years of contract and be dead.

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scrawled @ 20:56

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5.3.07

the second nearest brick oven

This is a totally legitimate recipie because we went to this poorly lit brick-oven pizza shop full of full-breed Italians and this is what i got and it was fantastic.

It starts with very thin pancakes. i do not think that Bisquik would work because it would make excessively fluffy pancakes and these are more like the super-thin Hungarian ones, well browned on both sides but still absorbent. So. Step one: Pancakes. Big plate-sized ones. what else would work: whole wheat pancakes. Whole wheat tortillas fresh and fluffy from the little Mexican ladies. i miss Mexican food. have i said that?

Step two: Spinach artichoke dip. Seriously. Technically the one that i had did not have artichokes in it but the idea is nearly identical. Note that this is heavy on the cheese - it was, what, mascarpone? I have no idea. But i think soy things or tofu would also be fab (although i have yet to find tofu here, at all, and we don't eat it all that often, but still, there's none whatsoever, which makes me sad, because mmmmm). Mostly spinach, a little bit cheese, in the one that i had, but it's very d-i-y and customizable. Also they put bits of bacon or ham or something. There were two other kinds of fillings you could pick, one of which was mushroomy and one of which was tomatoey, and that is the limit of my German. but Italian, so garlic. More garlic. Yes.

Step Three: spinach artichoke dip goes in the pancake, and you wrap it up like a giant burrito, and put it in the broiler with extra bubbly cheeses on top so it gets crispity and delicious. Theoretically a lasagna-pancake format would also work (especially if the only oven pan i have is lasagna-shaped) but maybe not be as specifically traditionally Italian. They brought it out to me and it was still all broily and bubbling and of course the cheesy parts are best when they're just hot enough that you won't quite burn your mouth. Quite.

Step Four (optional): M orders a pizza, and one dips the pizza bones (note, please, that i did NOT make up this term) in the spinach artichoke dip (because there is no way that one person can eat one giant pancake full of spinach and cheese), and one appreciates that life is good.

Labels: food

scrawled @ 14:41

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4.3.07

in german, Ladyhawke is called The Night of The Falcon. i think. i haven't the faintest idea what's going on, i've seen it not often enough, clearly, but ... still. Ladyhawke, yall. Like i can help it.

Labels: expat

scrawled @ 14:48

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2.3.07

mornings

i feel like hemingway, only not at all. The exact opposite. But identical. it's the same. Also the same: one side will make you an iceberg, and one side will make you a volcano. This is iceberg. volcano is only in my head.

Labels: baby, drama

scrawled @ 09:59

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