Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Tag Time

One of my favorite people, Craig Hodgkins, tagged me for a fun little book meme, because I am, to quote Craig, “quite the literary type.” (Thank you for that, Craig!!) Craig is very cool; he worked for Disney for sixteen years, likes Roger Miller, and plays the ukelele in the office (well, not every day).

On the surface, the task is simple. Here are the rules:

• Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
• Open the book to page 123.
• Find the fifth sentence.
• Post the next three sentences.
• Tag five people (I will refrain from this only because I do not know anyone who would humor me).

The first three books that I tried for this didn’t work. One had material inappropriate for a blog (don’t get the wrong idea; it was just Kerouac), another was a less-than-stirring description of a room (Jane Eyre), and the third book just had “Chapter 8” on page 123 (Ishmael).

The closest book to me right now, however, will suffice. It is A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. Last year, I could not escape from hearing the name of this book—friends were reading it, raving about it, and recommending it all around me. When I found a used copy in Seattle at Christmastime, I knew I had to grab it. Here is why I loved used books—in mine is written: “To Bob, Because you are a ‘Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius’ and cause I started reading it and he’s kinda funny. Love Bob.” That just makes me smile. Anyway, I just started reading it this week and, clever as it is, wonder if it will live up to the hype.

Here’s the requested passage (I’m actually going to post more than three sentences because it will be funnier):

Outside it’s blue-black and getting darker. There is a man walking up the steps. He is unshaven and is wearing sandals and a poncho made from, one can be almost sure, hemp. I do not want to talk to this man. I have talked to the man from the California Public Interest Research Group (CalPIRG). I have donated to the couple from the women’s shelter, and to that little boy from the youth group, to the woman from the Green Party, the kids from the Boys Club, the pair of solemn teenagers from SANE/FREEZE. The Berkeley-ness of Berkeley, so charming at first, is getting old.

The bell rings.

“You get it,” I say. “I’m not here.”

“You’re right next to it.”




He gets up, sock-footed. I am given a look.

“Tell them you’re home alone,” I say. “You’re an orphan.”

He opens the door and says something to the man and suddenly the man is in our living room. What did I just say

Oh. The baby-sitter. Stephen.

Monday, February 25, 2008


Juli and I went through the drive-thru of a Jack in the Box last week, in the nothing city of Yerma, California. We were in the middle of the desert, driving home from Utah, when those new cherry chip milkshakes were calling our names. Juli drove up to the window and saw the employee’s name tag. “That’s an interesting name. How do you say it?” She asked her. The girl replied “Julisa.”

Juli looked at me wide-eyed…“That’s OUR name!!” We both started laughing.

Julisa, meanwhile, was trying to hand us our shake. “Do you want a spoon?” She clearly did not find anything exciting about her name. Juli then proceeded to explain that her name was Juli and my name was Lisa, so it was really cool that her name was Julisa. She didn’t think it was that cool, but we did!! How many people do you know named Julisa?! I only know one, and she's in Yerma, California!

Friday, February 22, 2008

My lame eyeball saga...

Why does weird stuff like this happen to me? So I went to the doctor today and he said I have an infected tear duct. Um, okay. I felt so lame going to the doctor and telling him my eye hurt. But really...this is super painful. He gave me antibiotics and told me to go to an eye doctor if it's not better by Monday.

Anyway, yeah, just wanted to update you =)

Eye have issues.

So for about five days my right eye has been constantly watering. Weird, right?

I was comparing my tear ducts last night and the right one is twice as big and sore to the touch. What on earth is going on? Am I making unhealthy eye makeup choices? Is something clogged? Do I need an eyepatch?

Just so you know…if you see me “crying” in the next couple of days, it’s just an out-of-control, watery eyeball…unless you really did make me cry. Here’s to keeping you guessing…

I’ll keep you updated on this problem.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

London Calling

Two weeks ago at my first class of the new semester, each of us had to say one interesting thing about ourselves. Now, I'd like to think I'm an interesting person, but under pressure I couldn't think of anything to say other than that my preferred highlighter color is orange or that I like to sit within the first ten rows at the movies.

It made me think of those painfully, but always endearing, interviews that Alex Trebek gives during Jeopardy! Whenever I hear another story about how a contestant's dog does yoga with her or that another contestant was named after a labor strike (these are true stories), I always think, "Is that the most interesting story of themselves that they could think to share on national television? Really?"

I ended up telling the class that I'm going to London this summer! It's high time I made it back over to Europe. I'm leaving for a week, end of June, and I simply cannot wait! The thing I'm most looking forward to? Seeing the Elgin Marbles at the British Museum. I get "emotional" just thinking about it!

So, you have two minutes to tell me an interesting thing about yourself that I don't know. Leave a comment!

Friday, February 1, 2008

Life is a Chaiway

I go to Starbucks all the time. I suppose it could be considered a vice. (Go ahead and judge me.) I generally don’t spend my money too extravagantly, and when I get a $4 drink I skimp on the next meal or eat in to cut costs (Cream of Wheat for dinner? Oh, yeah!). I could justify going to Starbucks at any time. The people at ‘my’ Starbucks know my name, greet me with a smile, ask how I’m doing, and are always fast to make my drink. And they never mess up an order. I love starting my day at Starbucks!

I don’t think you’ve fully actualized life until you’ve tried an iced soy chai. I don’t drink coffee, so I was always stuck with having to order hot chocolate or iced tea before I discovered the amazingness of chai. My friend Jeananne introduced me specifically to iced soy chai. Starbucks’s description of it is the following: A spicy drink of black tea infused with cardamom, cinnamon, black pepper and star anise added to fresh soy milk and ice. Yum. (The ‘yum’ was added by me.)

Spicy. Sweet. 230 calories and 3 grams of fat. Perfect. A Venti can substitute any meal. A Tall goes great with a book or a half-hour TV program. A Grande will get you through the first half of your workday.

If you’ve never had it, just chai it! And tell me what you think…