hey. good morning.

Here, There, Everywhere was playing in the coffee place this morning, and I was glad to hear it.

Yesterday I ate a bacon maple apple donut. And I had the best Bloody Mary of my short life.

Tonight, Max and I get to eat 50 dollars worth of Sushi for 25 dollars. I don't quite understand how that works, but it's an exciting prospect no matter what.

I talked to Jason from work yesterday, and I'm glad I don't feel alone in the things that I feel.

get guilty.

Chico's a strange little city. I don't quite understand it, and I certainly couldn't live here, but I'm having a good time. There's all sorts of new things to do in a new city - a new farmer's market, a new place to get burgers (Madison BEAR Garden! Ha!) a new place to dance...

I love travel for this reason. Delicious travel. Ashlee and I watched Kung Fu Panda, too, which I hadn't seen before.

It's pretty funny. It made me want to fight with chopsticks.

when i was at harvard...

I didn't fulfill my new thing for today.

So I ate my new blueberry muffin mini-wheats.

That's the new thing for today, cereal.

It's pretty good dry. I don't like cereal and milk.

They can't all be winners.

oo. wah. oo.

Today was a San Franciscan day of plenty and plush purchases with Anthony.

We took up our post where Haight met Ashbury and sold a few, but what led to my new thing for a day was a German photographer named Alex who took our picture.

Acting dead.

Killed by our stuffed animals.

You'll see what they look like when I do - he hasn't posted us yet. His flickr has many projects on it: Death by ----, people looking deadpan meeting Mike Wazowski, people who hug things. I am excited to be up there soon.

We also met up with one of the favorite recurring characters of my life, Regina. She took us to a place called Bangkok Best (described as the best restaurant in SF and, probably, a name of a porn) and I had excellent soup.

I love San Francisco. It makes me have good new things.

red and black and blue for you.

New thing today:

Lemongrass Chicken roll-ups from Trader Joe's.

Deep fried.

They were delicious, but made me want a soda - Anthony and I traveled to 7-11, where the man was "tired of breaking 20's". He told us that he wasn't a bank. But, it wasn't that he couldn't break 20's.

He just didn't want to.

I think his new thing for the day was being a drain on humanity's patience with convenience store clerks. We didn't buy anything, but I do want to speak to the guy's supervisor.

that song's boring.

I turned 22 today.

I don't care if that's a cop out, I think that's new.

I played pinball, saw Slumdog Millionaire, and some of my friends went out to dinner with me at Pasta Moon.

It was glorious. Because for one, I have glorious and attractive friends...


And for two, Pasta Moon has these:


So that was my new thing for today. I bought a kaossilator too, but I am going to save that for some other new thing.

I've always listened to my critics.

I have two days worth of new things to update you on.

Two?

Yes, two.

First of all, I got a new chair in my room. It is burnt orange and comfy, and it was given to me by Anthony, who got it for free from the thrift store his grandmother works at. Two days ago, my new thing was to sit down in my new chair, put my feet up, drape myself in my Linus blanket, and read for an hour. I came out of it with the clear head and warm fuzziness that only such an act could bring. Have you tried reading for an hour in a new chair with a Linus blanket? It is divine - add a box of Scotchmallows from See's Candy and I think I would have reached the apex of life.



So that was two days ago.

And yesterday, I tried my hand at making buffalo chicken wings. My mouth just salivated thinking about them - I fried a half pound of chicken legs in that wondrous silver machine and then doused them in buffalo sauce made via the Pioneer Woman Cooks, and I felt happy and alive. I won't feel so alive for much longer if my fried food intake doesn't slow, but I am happy to report that the deliciousness factor of my life has raised an incredible, unknowable amount.



Gilligan's Island update: I think my favorite character is Mr. Howell. And I'm either getting dumber, or the show is getting better - by the eighth episode, they have definitely hit a stride.

Today's new thing? Unknowable. It's only noon!

wind the frog.

Yesterday, my new thing was the creation and consumption of fried apple pies. They looked like wontons in a way... giant wontons. The pastry was flaky and delicious, and the insides were pleasantly warm and cinnamon apple-y. They were a lot of work, and I didn't even do much. I just folded a couple, and poorly at that... if you want your fried apple pies folded masterfully, Max is your man.

I wish I had had slightly melted ice cream to melt them in - oh well. That's a note for next time.

I have no idea what my new thing for today is. I suppose I have done a couple new things (some homework, started a new story) but I don't know. I have three hours to decide on something to do/go through with it/decide that the other couple of things were good enough.

I seem to have a love of nostalgia right now, which is bad for the "new thing everyday" project. I have started watching Gilligan's Island again, because I bought season one for a song at Amoeba. It's really a terrible show, especially first season - I can't believe that it was once considered to be quite the comedy. Was it? I should talk to some oldsters about this. Did people really love Gilligan's Island? There are parts where I am smacking my head because of the stupidity. Oddly enough, though, it's great to have on in the background. I took a nap with their voices in the background, and I had a pleasant, island-y dream.

I'm the man, you're the girl.

Yesterday, my new thing was to go to Jamba Juice in the morning and eat their oatmeal. For 2.95, they give you steal cut, organic oats, topped with blackberries and blueberries, sprinkled with brown sugar. It was absolutely delicious. Then I worked for 8 hours and tried to think about something else I could do instead, because I didn't think Jamba Juice oatmeal was very exciting. It isn't, but it's not uninteresting either - it made my morning a lot better and warmed me through. It was also a perfect companion to reading The Tale of Desperaux, which I finished at lunch yesterday. But I've finished a lot of books at lunch at work. It's a good book. If you have 90 minutes, you should read it, and slowly at that. The last page made me misty-eyed.

Today's new thing: Unknown. Hopefully incredibly exciting.