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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 08:59pm on 01/02/2015
Restaurant review: A.

Biscuits recommended. I never do that. Focaccia-like buttery crumbly slabs with a gentle crust. Maple butter and honey, tops.

Deviled eggs clean & light, with a deft crunch (mustard grains in honey?), whipped yolk, easy on the additive. No picture because WE ATED IT!!

Stellar lemonade -- mostly lemon, not too sweet, not oily or bitter. Re-ordered!

Special! Pumpkin chocolate chip biscuit French toast. A+. Fresh chunks sautéed sweet pumpkin over chocolate chip infused biscuit toast. Texturally perfect.

Shrimp and bacon grits. D-. Mushy, bland grits. Burned bacon & shrimp. Generic spiced grill rub. Heads (ugh!) and tails left on to shrimp in grits, yuk.

Service was TERRIBLE! We got paged to come back for our table, at the promised hour. On arrival, were told, oops, sorry, please wait. Multiple other tables seated before they finally found a spot for us, another 20? minutes later. Watched the table next to us order. She requested the pancakes. "Chicken and pancakes?" asked the waitress. "No, the banana pancakes special." "Ok." *wait* Busboy brings chicken & pancakes. On being told that's not what she ordered, he takes it away. *wait* *wait* *wait* *wait* *wait* As we left, the dining partner was getting up to go make a fuss on her behalf.

Jacob's Pickles, 509 Amsterdam (at 85th St.), Manhattan. Recommended! Will return. (Don't get the shrimp & grits!!! Expect errors.)
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 10:44am on 16/12/2014
So, I am in charge of producing gingerbread house making materials, for tomorrow night, FOR MY IN-LAWS!!! Help me, Obi Wan Social Media, you're my only hope!

Who has made a tasty gingerbread house, and what recipe would you recommend!??!?
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 11:45am on 06/10/2014 under
Making of a list of people who need wrist warmers, ordered by latitude (Nuala, Allison, Caitlin, Elizabeth, Julia, Lorre, Nicole, Tempest, Joanna). They're small, and easy to lose, so if you need another pair, or if you want to be added to the list because your wrists are colder than I've realized (Debbie? Charlotte? betsy? BC?), please comment or email.
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 09:42am on 14/08/2014
Dear friends, please join me in Union Square at 7pm today, to participate in a National Moment of Silence to honor victims of police brutality, including Michael Brown of Ferguson, MO. Wear a red ribbon on your right arm.






If you are not local to me, but are in the US, please check the Facebook page above for a vigil near you.
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 01:10pm on 08/07/2014
Ok, this has been super-weird and outside of my experience entirely, so I turn to you, my friends, to crowd-source hypotheses & remedies.

This weekend, I had a MASSIVE attack of vertigo. My first. Please goddess, my last. WHY!?!?

Top theory is dehydration. It's the first thing everyone said to me, and is also what Mr. Google thinks is the prime cause.

Sequence of events:

Super-long bike ride on Saturday. 40 miles? With a lunch break and several drink pauses. Plenty of water, lemonade & a cafe latte over lunch. Saturday night, slept in Mr. X's bed instead of mine (the whole reason for the Saturday bike ride was the excruciating pain my own bed threw me into Friday night, the first night back from 10 days cabin-camping [with a/c, ha ha!] in the semi-tropics of SC). Shortly after I lay down, my head started spinning. Like WHOA. I figured I was tired & would sleep it off.

However, in the morning, I couldn't walk straight. I could barely make it down the hallway (yay, narrow hallways with supportive walls!), and almost fell over trying to pee. Spent all of Sunday slamming water & watery fruits and salt & protein. By Sunday evening, I was down to a positional vertigo (new term I just learned from [personal profile] annaoj), with mild spinning when I tried to walk, and the world going WHEE! when I looked down or up or tilted my head. I added a sloping pillow to the bed I was in, to keep my head elevated (I *SWEAR* the head of that bed is lower than the foot).

Monday morning, same feeling. I took the subway in to work instead of biking because I was afraid I might fall over, and felt super precarious going downstairs & walking along the platform. After work Monday, I found the bike I thought I'd lost (forgot where I parked it, lol), and rode home because I was less vertiginous (no, wait, that word doesn't mean that.... um?) and biking seemed safe.

Middle of the night, I awoke with intestinal cramps & pain. Pooped out EVERYTHING, with massive amounts of liquidity (presumably All That Water?). While sitting there, was also flooded with MASSIVE SWEAT! As in, I have NEVER SWEATED THAT MUCH IN MY LIFE!! Pools, streams, dripping all over. Had to grab a towel & mop myself as I sat there because OMG All The Sweat. Showered.

No more vertigo. Not even a little bit.

So. What the Fuck!??! Any ideas? Has this happened to you? How long did it last, what triggered it, and what, if anything, made it go away? Do you get dehydrated? What does dehydration feel like? Anything else spring to mind? GEEK ANSWER SYNDROME PLEASE!! GAS ME, BABY!
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 10:28am on 12/05/2014 under
Working my way through my samples stash. Tory Burch (eponymous perfume). Advertised with many things I like: 'Neroli, Grapefruit, Cassis, Bergamot, Peony, Tuberose, Jasmine Sambac, Vetiver, Sandalwood" [ http://www.toryburch.com/tory-burch-edp-30-ml-%2F-1floz-%7C-no-color-%7C-000/022548295724.html ]. And maybe on full meld all will be well. First spray & dry-down, though? Smells like middle-aged woman. And regret. Generic. If I ride the subway today, they'll all move away from me on the group W bench.

Update, stardate the next day: NYers are grateful I rode my bike all day. No enclosed spaces. Windows open at the office. At no point in the day did I find myself sniffing my wrist. Eventually I stopped flinching away from my pulse points.

So, um, anyone care for a Tory Burch sample? I have one going wanting...
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 03:03pm on 05/04/2014
Oh, man, the knock-down drag=outs my dad and I would have had if he had lived. Er, I mean that figuratively. Passionate debates. Possibly with raised voices. Definitely with intensity. And email. Heh. But some at dinner table, no doubt.

He's not around, so I get to fight with my uncle instead. Here's our most recent interchange. I'll start with my response:

Hey, Xxx, you know why that's not funny? The joke you forwarded relies for its humor on the truth that women don't hurt men. Turning it around so that women are violent is only funny because men are violent. If men were peaceful there'd be no joke there at all -- just a giant huh? 1/3 of women globally have been assaulted by their partner or sexually assaulted by a non-partner.

That 1/3 of women globally translates to within your family, as well, by the way. You are sending this joke to women who have been hurt by men, and have had reason to be physically afraid of them. I was first assaulted -- on a quiet residential street -- when I was 16. Self-defense doesn't work, by the way -- even against a guy who is smaller than you are. Harsh lesson. Fortunately screaming was both possible and effective, for me in that case. Not so lucky for others of your female relatives to whom you have mailed this, whose personal narratives are theirs to share if they chose. You might ponder on why they haven't shared them with you.

One of the reasons I chose my husband as my partner is because he is the most non-violent person I have ever met. Not only do I know he would never hurt me, I know he never has the urge to. A welcome respite from the rest of the world, in which I am directly threatened with violence by men approximately once a year. This year was 2 days ago, when a very drunk man got up in my face and threatened to punch me while I was trying to swipe my way into the subway. Last year was in the summer, when I was riding my bike along the greenway, and some man ran at me and tried to grab my handlebars. 2 years ago I forget. 3 years ago was the man with a woman in a chokehold, dragging her across the street in front of me, who grabbed my handlebars and threatened to punch me when I braked, while the whole neighborhood looked on aghast.

Need I go on? Violence against women is part of the fabric of my existence. And I really don't need to be reminded that it's just an abstract joke to you.

And spare you the forwarded joke. )

He'd (wisely) used a BCC: list, so I couldn't tell who else might have been included. But figured I might as well go in swinging, and added my sister, my mom, my niece and 2 aunts to my CC: list. So pleased I did! A(n unexpected) positive response from an aunt. I look forward to furthering our acquaintance. ;-).
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 06:56am on 05/04/2014
Sometimes, magazines make it crystal clear that I am not their target audience. Take this most recent issue of Bicycling magazine (which I thought I canceled last month, hmmm).

Cover headline: LEANER FASTER STRONGER: A simple plan to get fit and trigger warning ). Oookay. Actively offensive.

Next below headline: Our Favorite New Helmets. I have become anti-helmet for adults, the more I've ridden & read helmet studies. And my scalp infection from my helmet sweat is FINALLY gone. So, no.

BMX Skills for Road Riders. Unlikely.
How NOT to ride your first fondo. Okay, maybe something of interest there, because long miles good, but we still have that racing emphasis.
Master the art of the paceline. Fuck no. Racing BORING.

And, down at the bottom, *SMUG ALERT*!! we have EXCLUSIVE REPORT: Why Cycling Makes You Smarter and Less Stressed. Oh dear.

Flip to the back cover. A *car* ad. "Light is might." Um. Oooookay.

Inside cover. An ad for a bike part I can't identify. Shifters? There's a line pointing to something identified as a brake lever. And they use words like front derailleur in the copy.

Next up is a two-page ad spread for the Tour of Utah. A long-distance race. "Beautiful agony." Hell to the NO. *flip*

Ah! Table of contents. I might enjoy... a comment on bike share, a guide to biking in Detroit, Heidi Swift's Joy Ride column, gear articles on handlebar & rain jacket. Out of 28 items listed with descriptions, I am drawn to 5. That's just not a good ratio. Though I will miss Heidi's column.

Next up? An ad from Specialized, that starts "Remember the 70s?" Yes! I cry, thinking fondly back. It goes on, "Yeah, neither do we." Um, wow. Nice copy for your 40th anniversary ad.

So let's address those 5 items:

1. bike share. No new info.

2. biking Detroit: *GOLD STAR* at least from me, who's never visited. (Should remedy.) 2 pages with places to rent (Wheelhouse Detroit), repair (The Hub of Detroit), eat (Avalon Int'l Breads) & ride (16-mile loops incl. Belle Isle park & Dequindre cut), and local groups & events (Slow Roll, Tour de Troit, Bike the Bridge, ...).

3. Heidi Swift's column -- OMG that was awesome! You should all go read it. It'll show up here eventually. "Angels". Paying respect to life via biking through a cemetery.

4. gear: handlebar. Ah. As anticipated, all about drop bars. Moving on...

5. gear: rain jacket. Much more basic than anticipated. No new info.

Total: 2 items I enjoyed. Defensive reading deployed (flipped directly to page numbers to avoid blood pressure surges from browsing other articles & ad copy; not entirely successful as is hard to flip directly). Experience insufficiently rewarding. (Although complaining about it afterwards has been great! Thanks for listening.)

Takeaway: if *YOU* like racing, road-biking, spandex, helmets, clip pedals, drop bars, super fuel food, etc., then this is THE magazine in its category for you.

If you are into sitting upright, chain guards, fenders, baskets, panniers, eating regular food, and super-long bike rides, allow me to a) ask What do you read!?! and b) recommend Adventure Cycling as being relevant to your interests.
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 09:50am on 04/04/2014
I have a mind like a steel sieve -- it traps all the wrong things, and lets the good stuff wash on through. For instance, I am never forget the baby blanket I made for A's daughter L, which serves as a chair pad for me, because, um, well, washing & blocking turned into accidental fulling. Or the red lace (feather-and-fan) hat and scarf I made for R(ED)... that the Post Offal lost. And then there's yesterday's story, LOL.

Aside from my infant-level of object permanence awareness, you just never know what will touch a person. I've been meaning to send a(nother) thank-you note -- an anniversary thank-you note -- to one of my mother's dear friends, with a photo of the tea caddy she gave me at high school graduation. Which I still use for my favorite tea, and which brings back memories of her & home & her kids &&&& every time I see it / touch it / use it.

So, here I am to ask -- have I made you something? Do you still have it? Do you like it? Can you post a picture of it in my comments here <needy>(so I can be reminded in the 4-am barometric-pressure-crashing hours that I don't completely & entirely suck as an artist & a friend & a generally sort of decent human being)</needy>?
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posted by [personal profile] piglet at 09:51am on 03/04/2014
I honestly can't decide which story is funnier, so will tell both. Amplectere potestem 'et'!

Story 1:

This morning, my sister chatted me a pic (we'd been trying to figure out how to do that; I still haven't managed it in my app). Of her wearing a LOVELY bracelet. I was much struck by its beauty and chatted back "How pretty." "Handmade from silver wire by a masterworker." "Impressive."

An hour later, I realize -- I fucking made that bracelet for her. *dies of LOL* *scrolls back through chat conversation* *DIES OF LOL*

Yes, this is EXACTLY like when I'm reading an old Usenet post, marveling at the writer's insight & wording.... and then read my .sig. Narcissus much? LOL.

Story 2:

Monday morning, in the course of shopping for new rainboots (embarrassing social failure story embedded there -- canceled theatre plans on Saturday with friends from out of town ... because I couldn't keep my feet dry), I bought the tote for which I've been obsessively shopping for weeks. Drop handles, open top, zippered center compartment for airbook. Carrying it on the subway this morning for the first time (home for Reasons, and back home again now because still sick), I look across the aisle, and spot *4* open-topped totes with drop handles, similar size & construction. It's the Michael Kors bag that EVERYONE is carrying. I LOL at the sudden rush of OMG I succumbed to peer pressure that I didn't even know was there! I look like everyone else! I look up and down the car, and, sure enough, this is THE bag.

So, we arrive at school for drop-off, a bit early, and are hanging out with some other parents near the classroom door. I notice a fellow mom's open-topped, drop-handle tote, and start laughing. Explain why, up to the punch line of "I succumbed to peer pressure I didn't even realize was there!"

At which point I am SO busted by another mom. Who points out, "Oh, but no, it's okay -- yours is flowered."

*falls over and DIES* because omg she is SO right. THE tote is color-blocked, single-color, or MK monogrammed. I did all that obsessive shopping & Internet browsing for weeks because I was determined to find a spring-flowered version of this tote. Outlier! And notice how she was reassuring me? OMG, busted.

P.S. Thank you, Nine West and DSW, for saving me from myself! $50 for a flowered tote & pouch is WAY better than the $400 models I was drooling over. http://www.dsw.com/shoe/nine+west+floral+tote?prodId=302920


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