The Internet is Made of Cats


As usual, when I find something horrible on the internet I feel compelled to share. Enjoy!

By the way: I hate cats.

What is poetry?

Is it what I read in a book?
Is it what I feel?
Is it life?
Is it a baby?
Is it a well made meal?
I don't know what poetry is. I don't think I ever will.
And yet, I do.

Earthquake

This morning, around 10:09am, there was an earthquake. Nothing too big, but nonetheless noteworthy. A 4.1 will definitely shake your second story apartment built more than 30 years ago.

This is a reenactment of what happened (in my brain), when the earthquake struck:

I'm sitting at the kitchen table.
Shit. Its an earthquake.
Everything is shaking. Hard.
How long will it last?
Should I duck under the table? Naw, that table is from Ikea. I built it.
Earthquake over.

I should seriously consider getting a sturdier kitchen table. But, at least Alan and I have an earthquake safety kit. You must have one if you live in California. You never know when the big one will strike!

Meaty Confession

When I realized that I was going to Venezuela, I knew that staying a vegetarian during two weeks of travel through the country would be a challenge. While there I was faced with the choice of eating an extremely unhealthy diet of fried cheese and cornmeal, or include well prepared and seasoned meat in my diet. Eventually I succumbed to the pleasures of chivo en coco. I think I made the right choice. Chivo en coco is one of my favorite Venezuelan dishes... along with hallacas, pan de jamon, carne mechada and pollo frito. Did you know that chicken in Venezuela tastes much better than in the US? I don't know what to attribute the taste difference to, but chickens in the US taste so bland in comparison.

As soon as I got back to the US I was inspired to cook more Venezuelan food. After all, it wouldn't really be Christmas or New Years in my house without hallacas or pan de jamon, so I made them. Then I ate them. They were delicious. Alan is very happy about my conversion.