November 2008

Ugh, what is it with the words epic and fail? It seems like everyone and their mother has been using them lately, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves. I don’t have anything against either of them, it’s just that they’re so overused it’s not even funny. I wish they would either fade away into obscurity or start being used in the right context again, preferably the latter.

I found some old photos on my travel drive, isn’t that exciting?

Back when I was a wee lass and had a mohawk that sometimes looked like the sun.

Right around the time I was obsessed with Mahavishnu Orchestra, my sister and I had a fun little photo shoot.

And, uh, remember my post about Myspace and Millay?
Well, my little myspace experiment lasted a little over a month. Yes, I have indeed crafted another page. But I’m going to use for the greater good. I have a couple of ideas that I’m keeping a secret for now, but maybe soon you’ll find out (then again, maybe not). And I’m still going to write letters and stuff! And I am still a vehement non-texter! Also, while we’re on the subject of texting, why do I get the creepiest/shadiest wrong number text messages?

text 1

Okay, so I texted back “Wrong number” because I didn’t know what else to do.

text 2

And wtf, I was a bit creeped out by this as I was home alone at the time.
text 3


Maybe it’s because I find all of my shoes either at second-hand stores or kicking around my parents house (um, don’t ask), but lately my shoes have been dropping like flies, and I don’t like it one bit. Take these so-horrible-they’re-awesome granny shoes that totally broke when I wore them to my ex-job at a cafe (in retrospect I realize this was a bad idea, but I was excited about them and wanted to show them off, can you blame me?):


They were only three dollars, and they lasted like, three days. Bummer. They even had cute little hearts on the back. I actually saw the same exact pair at the Salvation Army in New Paltz, but alas, they were size 9 and I’m just a 7 1/2. Anyway, the granny shoes broke during the middle (read: busiest part) of the day, and I had no choice but to tape them up and carry on to the best of my ability. It was a blow to my fashion sense, but I kept trudging along….

Then I found these suckers for $1 in Saugerties.
I loved them so much, but sadly, they also went kaput.

After the gold rush:

And then, after I made peace with the temporary death (temporary until I glue them together again or something) of the golden gals, I found the Keds.

It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?


If you can’t read between the lines, it actually says, “Keds, they feel good – until you wear them in the rain and notice your right foot is starting to become soaking wet.”


Aaah……you kinda suck.


Guess it’s back to my trusted Merrell walking shoes until they die or I find some more new used shoes, whatever comes first.


Oh, while we are on the subject of shoes, I just found out about a vegan boutique in Chatham called Cow Jones Industrials (hmm, what’s with their name if it’s a vegan place?). I haven’t been there yet but how rad is it to have a vegan shoe store in upstate NY? Check it here.

My sister Rachel is mad because in her words, “You never post food pictures on your blog anymore, waah.”
Okay, I might have added that waah in for emphasis, but her point is well taken, I admit my food ‘foto shortcomings. I dedicate this post of uber backlogged pics to her, and to all others lacking in pretty pictures of edible things.

Carb loading.

Eggplant parmesan made without scary fake cheese and instead using cashew mozzarella sauce and sesame seed parmesan.
eggplant parmesan

Fava bean wat over teff cakes with carrot chutney and cabbage thoran.

Berry, coconut, and chocolate individual bread puddings.
coconut, berry, + chocolate chip bread pudding

Boring, but whatever. The classic PB + J.
pb + j

Caramelized chive mashed ‘taters with miso and a splash of coconut milk, just because. So good.
chive mashed potatoes

Picada (bread, almonds, garlic) – I kind of ate most of this plain. Thank god for tea tree tooth pics, as the garlic is a bit pungent…

Chermoula (Moroccan Green Sauce).


Swiss chard with onions and garlic, yo..
swiss chard

All together now with chickpeas (in chermoula) and Israeli couscous (leftover from previous tenant in my house, it might be poisoned but hey, it was free) mixed with harissa and picada.
all together now

Roasted butternut squash, brussels sprouts, and fennel.
roasted vegetables

Millet mashed with cauliflower, chickpeas, beer gravy, and sauteed kale.

I’m a pomegranate killer, and I leave a pool of blood.
pomegranate killer

Bite me.
grateful pomegranate

Last but certainly not least, sweet potato coffeecake.
sweet potato coffeecake

Election Day – the other ED.

This was my first election voting, how exciting for it to be such a history-making one!

While we all anxiously await the results how about some pictures of Ralph Nader circa the 1969 October 3rd issue of Life Magazine (that I bought for a dollar at the Woodstock Flea Market)?

Yes, this picture has been widely circulated, but dudes, 1969 Life magazine! In my hands! How awesome!





Bonus pic from the magazine:

I didn’t vote for him (Cynthia McKinney got my vote, holla!) but man do I love Ralph Nader.
And his quotes.

“You can’t spoil a system that is spoiled to the core.”

“The only true aging is the erosion of one’s ideals.”

And one of my personal favorites, Ralph Nader on hot dogs, calling them “Missiles of death.”

I leave you with one final quote, this one from Archy and Mehitabel, a cute little book I just read about Archy the cockroach and Mehitabel the cat and their perspectives on things.

From xii:certain maxims of Archy.

“The bees got their governmental system settled millions of years ago but the human race is still groping.”

****Update: Well, since I wrote this Obama was elected president (!!!) and Ralph Nader came out with his Uncle Tom quote, which I am sure you all know about by now. I had never heard the term Uncle Tom before yesterday, and I haven’t read Uncle Tom’s Cabin (although now I plan on it), and at first I didn’t fully understand what the problem was, but I think I get it now. How disappointing that he couldn’t have used another analogy for what he was trying to say. I still respect him for the work he has done in the past, but this was a bit of a blow to my admiration for him.

It’s hard to believe that just a few hours ago I was sitting in my house in the dark, hiding from trick-or-treaters. Now, thanks to a curfew, all is quiet and I can actually see what I’m typing.

Maybe it’s just because when I was a kid my mother would always have to look through the candy my sisters and I brought home, discarding the ones with extra bad ingredients (actually not discarding, I think she would recycle it by giving the candy to kids at the door) or maybe it’s because nobody ever seems to get my costume (for instance, the year I wore an orange dress and a green sweater and hat and went out as a pumpkin, someone excitely exclaimed that they knew I was an Irish Step Dancer!?) but seriously, Halloween is lame-o.

That doesn’t actually stop me from making pumpkin and apple soup with curry and coconut milk or lemon cookies in Halloween shapes. It doesn’t actually stop me from staging a photo shoot involving a jewelled spider (sadly broken off from a hair clip, sniffle) nor does it stop me from wearing tights reminiscent of All Hallow’s Eve. It’s still lame.