Take a picture of something that made you smile.
Take a picture of something under construction.
You know, just by coincidence, I was hungry last night. I wandered down to the Albertson's in our neighborhood and picked up a bottle of wine (Fetzer riesling, though the gewurtztraminer was sorely tempting — I have to pick up a bottle and spill a few drops across my tongue sometime before month's end).
[…] Neither grape is popular in the U.S. market. Only 1.7 percent of the
varietal wine sold in the last year in the United States was Riesling,
according to ACNielsen. And Gewurztraminer (ga-VERTZ-tra-meen-er) sales are a
fraction of Riesling's.
That's always good news for bargain buyers, because trendy wines cost
more. You get a lot of flavor for your buck with Gewurztraminer and Riesling. […]
Then I walked next door to Merritt Bakery, went in and ordered a four-piece combo. If you smile and ask real nice, you can substitute the potato salad for some soup, so that was what I did. I ordered some chicken gumbo (since the real gumbo is just too shellfishy for me to handle). Then I paid, waited a few minutes and got my order.
I walked outside and realized why there was no one parked outside the restaurant. I think they wanted to resurface the blacktop, and it's probably a good idea considering the work went into rebuilding after the fire back at the end of January.
What's your morning beverage of choice? Coffee, tea, juice? Homemade or store-bought?
used to be Earl Grey, hot. Nowadays? Probably Amp or Pepsi One. But my water-club dues are paid, so I really ought to be tramping over to the cooler in the paper's features department and topping off this-here empty 1.5-liter plastic bottle in front of me.
Lately? I've been singing. Why? Because it feels good. I don't mean in the car at the top of my lungs on the way home from work. I've gotten a lot more mileage and less grief out of covering others' works. Today I had Madonna's "Borderline" on my mind, so I sat at the kitchen table and ran through it, with a little help from my friends.
Going to CampCamp! last month in Tahoe meant acoustikaraoke with Eric (who hit WordCamp up) and Brendon. Man, those cats can play and sing. It was file-sharing without a network, shuffling songs out of our temporarily unprostheticized memories and beaming them to one another's ears via vocal cords and acoustic guitars.
What do you usually do on Sunday?
Roll around in bed until I feel good-and-slept-in. Then comes tea (with or without breakfast), some goofin' around on the guitar and some readage. Then A. comes back from work and we do dinner and a movie or a bookstore hangout.