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Shit in a pot night turned out fantastic.

Kind of a spicy indianish flavor friedish rice with fresh basil, fresh ginger, all the spices, some tamarind, sesame oil etc. Cashews, cauliflower, chickpeas, tangerines, green peas, corn, and andouille sausage. It kept getting bigger. It might be shit in a pot night for a while longer. Can't get enough of it though. It's some good shit in a pot.

Perhaps it's a good sign that I can throw a bunch of random shit in a pot to make awesome yummy shit in a pot. It's quickly become one of my favorite things to make. And a big pot of fairly healthy shit in a pot means I get to eat a little better for a week or so, and that shit in the fridge isn't going to waste.

Maybe I need a more appetizing name for it. Shit biryani? Dirty rice and shit.

It occurred to me, while sipping on a martini and reading a book of Raymond Carver's short stories, that our little romantic tragedies are as unique and common as fingerprints.

Also, with martini and book in hand, matching shoes and shirt, and ignoring sports on the tv over the bar while waiting for my dinner, it occurred to me that I'm a little bit of a twink. If I could just get over the dicks I would sign up to be gay in a second.

There should be a national holiday dedicated to melodrama. We could all tear our cloths like the Jewish mourning tradition and cover up our mirrors. I always liked the details of their mourning rituals. If everyone dies alone, the Jewish folks appear to die least alone. Then we could go to the local pub and tell strangers what private despair oppresses us and how many things didn't go the way we wanted them too in our little lives. Then maybe we could get spontaneous drunken tatoos and spill a sip for our fallen home boys. It would be an awesome holiday.

I don't know how closely you follow current events or even how closely corporate media reports them (i canceled my cable). I don't even know your personal politics. Anyway, some democrats have been harassed in a wave of domestic terrorism by right wing hate groups since passing the health care bill. So far, I have heard about legislators being spit on, bricks through windows, bullets through windows, and phoned in death threats against legislators and their families. Much of what these assailants complain about are actually the same lies Republicans used when trying to stop it. In light of this, I figured it was an important time to send a letter of support to my democratic senators and house representative. You might want to take a moment and do the same for yours.

My letter if you want to be lazy and borrow.

Thank you and your colleagues for the health care bill and your courage in the face of the recent harassment from right wing crazy people. My heart really goes out to congress when I hear that your leadership and public stewardship is being repayed with what amounts to domestic terrorism from right wing hate groups.

It does not go unnoticed that they are motivated by lies and fear mongering spread from the very top echelons of the Republican Party.

Know that you have my support all the more now, both for your success with health care, and to defend the country against the opposition party as they continue to devolve into hodge podge of corporatists and anarchists.

I'm not afraid of the passionately wrong minority, and I won't hesitate to knock on doors in the democrats gotv push again for you this mid term.

Keep up the good work. These tantrums will pass and the provocateurs will find themselves isolated.

Thanks again.

Sincerely,

Me.

I've been looking at vacation stuff. A friend recommended gap adventures and they have some cool trips and a good approach to traveling.

This best of India and Nepal is looking like the really enticing one that may just be too much time away from work and a bit of a budget breaker.

http://www.gapadventures.com/trips/best-of-india-and-nepal/AHHN/2010/

It's actually combining two shorter trips. The Nepal leg and the India leg can be taken separately. I'm thinking maybe the Nepal leg looks like the right trip at the right time. March-April is the best time to go. Maybe?

Looking forward to catching David Sewell at the Coop this summer. The guy just plays at the entry way on Sundays. Maybe I'll try to learn one of these old timey songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBpGX3SJjEo&feature=related

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So I started a new workout thing. It's that trendy p90x shit from the infomercial. I'm more of a runner or biker, and typically don't get into manly resistance training work outs at all. In fact, based on how much my spindly pipe cleaner arms ache, I must not have used my arms for anything but eating doughnuts for years. Funny how atrophy sneaks up on you. (I wonder, do big muscles hurt more after a work out, or does it just spread out? I'll probably never know.)

So yeah, the fit test was funny. It's supposed to tell you if your "ready" for such a manly work out. I'm more than fine on cardio and bottom half fitness. Total cream puff failboat on the top.

I actually picked up the idea from another unix admin at work, and now some of the other fat and/or lazy computer nerds are thinking about trying this "super intense work out already fit people and athletes!! YAR YAR YAR!!"

We're going to make it a group sport and work out in the morning at the office. We'll have a uniform consisting of pink solotards, white leg warmers, and white head bands. We'll call it P90uniX or P90eunuchs. We still haven't decided on the spelling yet. It's going to be hot. Watch out office ladies, here comes the macho! RAWR!

You may have read about my alleged domestic squabbles. That is correct. It's getting quite heated. I'm even contemplating doing something intentionally spiteful. That right, I may send back the netflixed BSG dvd before a certain former fiance has even seen it! TAKE THAT! (although I still haven't pulled the sealing tape... giving myself room to back out of such radical and drastic action)

Strange dream.

I was a few hours out of town at something or other with K and she clicked on this this coworker I work with all the time and just killed her! Then we had to check out of the hotel or whatever, so we moved the body to the trunk of my car. There was some loose mention of maybe dropping the stiff off in the country the next day after we got home or something.

So we got home with the stiff, and I parked the car in the garage. We planned to figure out what to do with the it in the morning. So all night the body was in the trunk of my car, and I kept tossing and turning just thinking about the million ways we'll likely be caught and seeing no way out of it. We're were both going to go to jail forever, and K was just sleeping like a baby! Sometime this morning I tossed hard enough to wake up a little bit and realize that it was all a dream and there wasn't a dead body in my trunk.

So Live Face, how does one dispose of a body?

Maybe sneak to a cemetery, look for a freshly dug plot waiting for a morning stiff. Dig the bottom of the whole out a few extra feet and bury your extra stiff under what will be the fresh one due that morning. The old twofer? But how ballsy do you have to be to try something like that. Terrifying let me tell you. Definitely would not sleep at night.

Dinner dog! Thassup!

Corn bread encrusted cat fish
Rice Pilaf w/ green beans and pine nuts
Roasted brussel sprouts

Unfortunately prewife is out of town, so I'm left to enjoy the feast on my own.

Had a great jog today. My new route is 5.6 miles with some enormous hills. I'm keeping under 10 minute mile averages too. I'll totally turn gay for myself if I get much manlier.

EDIT:

OMG, that was so wonderful, I almost feel guilty for enjoying it alone. In my defense though, the beans and sprouts wouldn't have lasted, there are two more of the fishes in the freezer, and the rice started as a box.

Oh, and in other news. I looked up some guitar tab and have been learning God Damn The Sun. It's pretty, and doable for an absolute prenovice like myself. Love that song.

I have this little app I wrote for the PUD treasurer to track new home sales in the hood by scraping the assessor info and diffing it month to month. Lately it's provided a depressing snapshot of housing in decline.

This month there was a divorce or split of some kind: Shift from two person title to one person title with small exchange of money.

Another foreclosure: Transfer for $0 to Bank

And a foreclosure that sold for 68% of the reduced 2009 tax assessment value.