i made vegan brownies this afternoon, and they're kind of really good. kind of undetectable that they're dairy-free. kind of definitely better than any similar vegan baked good i've had in any professional bakery. and what's scary is that they're slightly underbaked, so if i left them in the oven a few more minutes they'd be even better (i know ( Read more... )

so i'm usually pretty fucking faithful about watching "ny noise" on channel 25 (read: flipping through the channels sunday nights during the ten o'clock hour, realizing it's on, and gleefully watching the rest), but OHMYGOD. where was i two weeks ago????? because. i mean. seriously. you can totes hook me up with a copy or something, right? ( Read more... )

the worst thing about my stomach problems is the nausea. and the thing about that is that i often get nauseated both when i have eaten and my stomach is rebelling, and when i haven't eaten and my stomach isn't quite sure how to manifest this crazy concept of 'hunger.' and at that point i have to make the judgement call whether a couple crackers ( Read more... )

(Even more sobering is the statistic that only a small percentage of Americans with cancer are treated in a cancer center.)i can read, re-read, and again re-read little facts like that and they never cease to stop my breathing, send shivers through my body, make my head spin. health insurance, money, knowledge, money, self-research, health ( Read more... )

ah, so that's why indie rock shows are $15, while the, umm, breed love odyssey tour was $35/40. because at an indie rock show you get to stand around for long stretches between acts, feel awkward when you dance cause nobody else is fucking moving, and see the headliner for maybe an hour and a quarter (including encore). whereas tonight k'naan, ( Read more... )

SIGH oh why oh why has the jane magazine site not yet been updated to reflect the current issue?? i need to enter to win jenny lewis' autographed dress and tunic! i'd get a huge fucking frame and shit as if it were a gil hodges jersey. but BETTER. i wish they were hot pants though. i think she probably has enough pairs these days so could ( Read more... )

but the audience is tired, "we've had enough fire; we're entering the age now of ice"

technically disappointed only at not hearing 'he passes number thirty-three,' yet feeling oddly blank. interesting evening. assuming i'll come around to defined feelings (happiness and relief possibly among them) after i sleep.

i was getting kind of miserable, thoughts of leaving early (or at least moving back) in my head. at the right corner of the stage the air conditioner blew in my face, grizzly bear seriously sucked (i really don't feel like saying that any more eloquently. a text i sent: "grizzly bear say, "let's moan and bleat over plodding noise! the bloggers' ( Read more... )

man, the coast is never clear. i went through serious renewed obsessions with the first two albums in the past few months; it's only right i'd eventually fall back in love with this one. can i tell you a secret, livejournal? well i'm gonna. okay, here goes. i think i may love beulah even more now than i did before they broke up, and i loved ( Read more... )

1) the weight is a gift. it's like, omg. it's like, wonderful. i adore it more than i even expected to. yeah, the lyrics, but never have the lyrics seemed so extraneous. (it's the new nada surf, of course, though if you don't know that already you probably couldn't care less.)

2) "she ain't messin with no broke--broke--" -- the video. what ( Read more... )