there's also a drugged up man with a giant stick pacing outside my house in the rain right now. what a delightful morning!
i’m pretty picky about how i make my cup of coffee in the morning. same amount of water. same amount of scoops. same kind of creamer to go with it. i’m either picky or neurotic, but neurotic makes me sound like a loony (which i could possibly be) so i’m going with picky.
anyway, i felt frisky this morning and tried the powdered creamer because we were out of my normal stuff, thinking that it was probably going to be absolutely disgusting and i was going to start my day horribly with a ruined cup of coffee. to my surprise, it’s not that bad. it’s actually GOOD. whudda thunk it, right?
i just got a call about a girl on our derby team who fractured a bone in her leg tonight at practice. i wasn’t there because i had a thing to do with my family, but i feel absolutely horrible. it happened to probably one of the most spirited girls on the team so i really don’t think it’s gonna get her down, but she doesn’t have health insurance and i’m afraid a lot of the other girls are gonna get spooked because this is our first really bad injury as a team. we don’t even have official status yet because we’re just starting up and already one of our best girls is out.
but apparently she told them all to not stop practicing as the ambulance took her away. she’s definitely a tough girl and i wish her all the best. i definitely want the team to do something for her and her family. raise money somehow maybe. is that customary in roller derby world?
I don’t understand GarageBand :( So this is very raw and rough and I’m pushing my self-loathing and perfectionism aside to post this. Cover of Ingrid Michaelson’s “You and I” which is easily the cutest song ever.
this girl right here is one of my wifers. she’s extremely talented and everyone should take a listen.
i got an email yesterday from the boston real food campaign asking me to send them a resume! today’s agenda includes creating said resume and making it look super spiffy before sending it out to them hopefully by tonight. it’s one of the positions i applied for that i was the most excited about. this is the description of it from the application page:
The Food Project (TFP) is a nationally recognized non-profit organization committed to creating personal and social change through sustainable agriculture. Our goal is to support sustainable local food systems that bridge race, class, age and more to ensure food security for all. The role of the VISTA is to lay the ground-work to launch a new community service program that engages college students and community volunteers in addressing issues of racism and classism in the local food movement. The VISTA will examine successful community service models around the country, including CNS models that could be adapted. The VISTA will design the program from beginning to end, including curriculum design, recruitment and training and placement. The VISTA will develop placement opportunities for volunteers including: working in urban farming, promoting real food at community events, and working in community organizations to build capacity for local food access. From a community standpoint, the VISTA member will work to develop a network of community organizations that would host volunteers on a regular basis to build community capacity to create “real food” neighborhoods.
does that sound like my cup of tea or what? fingers will be crossed the second i send them my goods!
While wine snobs have blighted the earth for thousands of years (you can bet there was at least one guy curling his lip at the vintage of Jesus’ first and best miracle), beer snobbery is a relatively young art, especially in the U.S….
my mom just walked in on me dancing/cleaning while listening to metric. pretty sure she didn’t knock, but i could have just not heard her because the music was a wee bit loud. either way, i feel a tiny bit embarrassed.
then again, it was metric and anyone with a sense of taste can’t help but dance to their music.