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31.7.07
creatures of habit.
because we take all the different people that come and visit us to the same favorite places: the little restaurant downstairs, the little italian place, one of two biergartens depending on the weather. We take them on the same walk around the innerestadt. i almost always go to the same drugstore. i go the downtown the same way. and then i went to a new grocery store yesterday - it was nearly seven o'clock, so i wouldn't have made it home - and holy fucking shit if the Pata Pata didn't come on the store radio. Screw local consumption, man. i took it as a sign: liz, buy the quinoa.

and, Dear No Impact Man, sometimes i need a processed grilled cheese sandwich (or two) and an oreo (or twelve). But the milk was organic and fairly local.

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creatures of habit.
because we take all the different people that come and visit us to the same favorite places: the little restaurant downstairs, the little italian place, one of two biergartens depending on the weather. i almost always go to the same drugstore. i go the downtown the same way. and then i went to a new grocery store yesterday - it was nearly seven o'clock, so i wouldn't have made it home -

and, Dear No Impact Man, sometimes i need a processed grilled cheese sandwich (or two) and an oreo (or twelve). But the milk was organic and fairly local.

scrawled @ 13:15

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20.7.07
in which it is too hot to turn on the computer
because the computer at home turns itself off after about twenty minutes, even after a minor operation involving a tiny screw driver and tiny tweezers and the removal of a lot of dog hair and lint. Apparently without air conditioning it can't run at five hundred degrees, or something. i am not ever buying a hewlitt-packard laptop again. Ever.

but.

this almost guarantees my spoiler-free status, if i can just keep my time on the internet at work under careful control. No salon. No times. No youtube. No myspace. what i want to happen: that the Weasley twins continue to be awesome, and that Elizabeth Edwards wins the democratic primary. what i think will happen, maybe, in theorycraft: snape is good. Either snape or neville is a means by which good wins (however, "my name is neville longbottom, you kill my father, et c.," doesn't have the same ring, somehow). Voldemort, dead. Dumbledore, still dead. Sirius, still mostly dead. Snape, possibly dead. Kreacher a nasty, bitey little thing, probably dead seeing as how he's old and under a lot of stress. Scar is not a horcrux. Ron-Hermione 'shippers to be pleased. (She doesn't get eaten by the eels at this time.) assorted giants, no longer unemployed in Greenland. People who die: one teacher other than Snape, not Flitwick, not Sprout, possibly Hagrid or McGonagall. i really want Molly Weasley (and the twins) to live, but am not convinced. Bloodbath involving the Order vs. DEs. Bill and Fleur's wedding tragically interrupted. (Fleur buys the farm, Molly Weasley sad?) Tonks and Lupin make it. Students die (Cho? Seamus? oh, definitely Colin Creevey.)

i'm going to be wrong about everything. i always am.

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11.7.07
because i am getting better at making veggie tacos
and also at learning food in german:

rapsol (which is low in bad cholesterol, or has good cholesterol, or doesn't have any cholesterol, or something); 1 scharf zweibel. Because everything worth eating starts with ol and zwiebel. nach: 1 Zucchini. 1 Paprika (gestern, war es rot). einige champignons, although i bet eierschwammerl might be really fucking tasty if they weren't fourteen euros a kilogram. (though, that would be delicious. i can picture it. in, um, my mouth, so whether or not that is still picturing it is open to interpretation.) oregano, cumin, cayenne, salz, pfeffer. wasser. simmer for longer than one might first assume. tomaten mit limonensaft und mehr salz. salat. kase (it's surprising how easy it is to get used to only having gouda, ever, because it is the only freely available non-soft cheese with understandable melting characteristics. Bergkase is just weird, and also doesn't melt properly, butterkase tastes funny, and everything else is swiss, which really doesn't go on a taco). bunt reis (gestern, gelbes; auch kann rotes oder braunes oder schwarzes oder vieles).

next step: Move away from the store-bought half-stale plastic bagged tortillas.

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7.7.07
baby things
THBOTB, as cribbed by the lovely imaginary people on the internet, and noted here for my own damn convenience:also, breastfeeding help vids on youtube. note: N (necessarily) SFW, though they really fucking well ought to be in the supposedly civilized countries in which we think we live.

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4.7.07
happy 4th
i found bagels. BAGELS. Maybe if i buy enough of them the stores will keep them in stock more often? BAGELS. i think my toasting over an open flame skills will sharply improve over the next few days. even if we had a toaster, the european slots would probably be too small, because did i mention, BAGELS?

emily also found bagels, due to M leaving them with open access to the kitchen this morning. Smart puppy.

and:
live earth, 7-continents-one-concert, rathaus, saturday 7th juli, 21:00
infernal affairs, friday 13th juli, augarten kino, 21:30
casablanca, fr. 20th juli, augarten kino, 21:30
cosi fan tutte, rathaus, mittwoch 22rd juli, 21:00
volver, 8th aug, augarten kino
garden state, 10th aug, augarten kino
brazil, 11th aug, augarten kino

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3.7.07
people are fucking disgusting.
i live in an APARTMENT BUILDING. with a SHARED ELEVATOR. which means that, you know, many people are using said elevator. So whoever leaves fucking nose-prints and cheek-prints and lip-prints (um, germy much, freak?) on the big mirror in the elevator is a yucky person. Whoever is smoking in the elevator is far closer to normal and someone i can certainly live with if only because other aspects of the apartment are pretty rad and i hate moving. The people down the hall who cook with lots of garlic would be my best friends if only we had a language in common. (but why leave a face-print on the elevator mirror every single fucking day? why?) However, whoever spat on the mirror, while i can certainly sympathize with the anti-face-printing intent, is extra repellent. Ew. And i really want to find the dog anti-chewing stuff and spray that on the mirror on top of it all, because that shit tastes nasty, and not at all like the Sour Patch Kids i was hoping it would.

They're making the housekeeper pissy, too. because obviously she doesn't know who's doing it. and she's started giving people the Evil Housekeeper Eye and is not being so cheerful and friendly and honestly i can't blame her. but. G-ROSS.

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