being domestic
This weekend I re-organized our closet. So I realized that Mark has been wearing the same five shirts and pants for a couple months now, and the reason is that I tend to fold the clothes and dump them up top instead of hanging them. (I do laundry, he takes out garbage. Yes, I realize it's pretty stereotypical.) So when he wakes up in the morning he just grabs whatever's hanging, which in recent days has been fewer and fewer options. So I re-hung all the clothes, and went through a time warp, too. I can map the history of Mark's career by the quality of his free and concert t-shirts. High school - ratty-ass Skinny Puppy, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult. College - Ximian, VALinux. After college: Oracle, Oracle, Oracle.
It's also a reminder that I need to get new clothes. I don't have as many clothes as Mark does, because Mark actually does the geek thing and buy one of every color whenever he finds something he likes. Me, I am so picky and so cheap. I'm learning to be less cheap, but it's hard for me to be less picky.
I am also cooking dinner right now for tomorrow. I made a chicken and onion dish and potatoes. Nothing too fancy and it's something I make all the time, but at least I will not have to cook tomorrow.
Oh yeah, forgot to post my article: Nature of Food on the Web - roundup of food sites that I thought highly of. So far, most people's reactions have been "good article, but it's so long!"
I just started reading manga again. I picked up Bleach at my sister's place, and she let me borrow a couple of her Chinese-translated manga. I forgot how big a pain reading Chinese is. It takes me so long. I haven't even gotten through the first book yet, but I re-read Octavia Butler's Mind of my Mind in an hour and a half last night. It's like figuring out a puzzle, which I like.
Also good reading: the New Yorker Food Issue. I read the whole thing straight through, except for the fiction and the review of the new Dante translation. (I don't know why, but I hate New Yorker fiction. And how many times can you translate stuff like Dante?) There was a profile of Claudia Roden, the woman who pretty much wrote the definitive Middle Eastern cookbook, and a personal essay by Calvin Trillian in which he muses whether Singaporeans are the most homesick in the world in the way of food (Mark disagrees and says it's the Chinese, which I have a hard time arguing with), and a feature spread on the world of counterfeit rare wines. It was pretty fun to read.
It's also a reminder that I need to get new clothes. I don't have as many clothes as Mark does, because Mark actually does the geek thing and buy one of every color whenever he finds something he likes. Me, I am so picky and so cheap. I'm learning to be less cheap, but it's hard for me to be less picky.
I am also cooking dinner right now for tomorrow. I made a chicken and onion dish and potatoes. Nothing too fancy and it's something I make all the time, but at least I will not have to cook tomorrow.
Oh yeah, forgot to post my article: Nature of Food on the Web - roundup of food sites that I thought highly of. So far, most people's reactions have been "good article, but it's so long!"
I just started reading manga again. I picked up Bleach at my sister's place, and she let me borrow a couple of her Chinese-translated manga. I forgot how big a pain reading Chinese is. It takes me so long. I haven't even gotten through the first book yet, but I re-read Octavia Butler's Mind of my Mind in an hour and a half last night. It's like figuring out a puzzle, which I like.
Also good reading: the New Yorker Food Issue. I read the whole thing straight through, except for the fiction and the review of the new Dante translation. (I don't know why, but I hate New Yorker fiction. And how many times can you translate stuff like Dante?) There was a profile of Claudia Roden, the woman who pretty much wrote the definitive Middle Eastern cookbook, and a personal essay by Calvin Trillian in which he muses whether Singaporeans are the most homesick in the world in the way of food (Mark disagrees and says it's the Chinese, which I have a hard time arguing with), and a feature spread on the world of counterfeit rare wines. It was pretty fun to read.