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I may have grown up listening to David Alan Coe, but that don’t mean I can’t get myself edumacated.
I had a little case of the Mondays going on today, but then I came home to find a letter in the mail from CSUN informing me that my thesis proposal has been accepted. Yay! Now I get to really get to work! I’m stoked, though, because it means I’ll finally finish Never Enough, the piece I started ten years ago as a freshman at Bradley University. But I am applying for the Teaching Associate Program, which would give me some valuable hands-on experience in the freshman composition classroom. If I’m accepted to that, it will push my graduation back by a semester. As I told my sister, though, that means I’ll either graduate in the Spring 2010 semester, during the same month I’ll be having a wedding ceremony back home, or I’ll graduate in the Fall 2010 semester, during the same month that I’ll turn 30 years old. So either way it’s going to be a busy year!
Speaking of wedding, I think I’m finally coming to terms with the fact that I simply can’t keep eating the way I did three years ago and expect not to put on weight. I’ve tried going to the gym with varying levels of success, but my gym membership expires this month and I’m not comfortable forking over another year’s worth of membership fees to continue seeing limited success.
I wasn’t really thinking about this, though, when I accidentally stumbled onto this Lance Armstrong website the other day. After playing around with it, and discovering that it claims I can lose 2 lbs a week by keeping my calorie intake at 1674 or less each day, I decided that I might as well give it a try. I’ve noticed in the first 48 hours of using it that simply having an awareness of how much I’m consuming is enough to make me reconsider certain choices. And best of all, it’s free. So maybe by the time I meet Yuka in the aisle, I will have shed a few of these extra pounds I’ve gained since I’ve been working a desk job. No promises, though
That’s it, for now. I need to get started on this thesis!
Yesterday I dropped off a friend down in Culver City around lunchtime, so I took advantage of the opportunity to scope out a ramen joint down on the west side. The ramen was delicious! I’d actually been hoping for a noodle shop where I might get some good soba, but I wasn’t seeing anything. Not long after enjoying this fabulous bowl of soup (I liked it better than the stuff I usually get in Reseda, on account of the kimchi), I called Yuka to see what she was up to, and she told me her friend L, who used to live in West LA, happened to be in town visiting her. I asked if she knew anything about a soba joint, to which she responded, “hmm…good question; I don’t really know. You’d probably be better off making soba at home.”
So today, after picking up my books for this semester’s classes (which start Tuesday), I stopped by the Asian market that I frequently pass but have never gotten around to visiting. I found the soba, and eventually the right dipping sauce, and today I made myself some soba for lunch. Delicious.
Anyway, at some point in all of this – probably when I was sitting in the crowded ramen shop, where no table sat open for more than a minute or two before more customers filed in to have some soup – I decided that I’d love to run a noodle shop someday, like when I’m retired. I guess I’ll just have to add it to the list of shops and stores I’ve dreamed of running for a living: used book store, coffee shop, pizza joint. Maybe I’ll just buy a strip mall when I’m rich and famous and do a little of everything?
For the first few years of my life, my parents ran a pizzeria. After the divorce, Mom continued to run it herself for a while. Our babysitters, who were high school students, opted to call over to the pizzeria for our dinner as often as Mom would allow. The Brooklyn-style brick-oven pizzas Mom made, as taught by her FOB Italian first husband, still exist in my mind as the model of what good pizza should be like. And the calzones… I have had good calzone since then, but never anything quite comparing to the ones I had as a kid.
This addiction has taken many forms: good calzones at Huckleberry's in Rock Island… Chicago-style stuffed pizzas from Papa Del's and Primetime… barely edible $5 specials from Little Caesar's… and many others.
Maybe one day I'll find a slice that I can say no to, but that day has not come yet. That said, my first experience with anchovies a few months ago has shown me that anything's possible.
From: Jeff Waxman Date: May 10, 2007 1:27 PM Subject: Horror of Horrors.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Every now and again, I find something on the Internet that defies explanation. It may inspire mirth, it may inspire terror. Today, I give you a link to just such an evocative article in the Times. It documents a phenomenon that is better suited to the Book of Revelations than to a casual Dining & Wine article. It will leave no living person untouched by some strong emotion, maybe an emotion you've never felt before– something between delight and disgust and awe.I cannot further explain it and I've done my best to prepare you for it.
It’s like this: on February 19th, we’re all gonna die. Then we’ll wake up in pancake heaven.
Seriously. Considering how many IHOPs there are in a 50 mile radius from my house, and how often the employees at each one change shifts, I’m set to leave my 24-pancake record in the dust.
I’ll be sure to let you all know how that turns out.
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