And something for Shir.

blend of Moroccan, Cuban and Argentinian cooking called "Al Miamisimo".

That sounds really good

may be better.

It's about g-d time.

Yay sister of smonster!

My next tattoo will be a swallow (or possibly two) from the Lily frescos of Thera: [link] I'm currently planning on putting it at the top of my left arm, just below the shoulder.

blend of Moroccan, Cuban and Argentinian cooking called "Al Miamisimo".

Yanno, some of that really isn't that far off-- a lot of Cuban cooking is simply Spanish cooking adopted to the Caribbean environs-- and since the Moors had such an influence on Spanish cuisine a lot of that came over to the island. In fact, black beans and white rice is more colloquially known as "Moros y Cristianos" (literally Moors and Christians). (Which is different from congrí, which is when the rice and beans are cooked together.)

Zen, you are cracking me up. Surprises! Hey, did you get an email from me yesterday?

I'm beginning to think that my comcast account has become like that village dome in an episode of SG-! where everything looks normal, but each day, people walk outside it and disappear.

I've sent messages to a bunch of people lately that don't seem to be getting through. That, or it's my breath.

Erin, I sincerely heart your tattoo plan. Just perfect. Might steal it.

Yay, sis-of-smonster's job!

I've made the acquaintance of a cast member of the Shakespeare theatre's Merchant of Venice. His dog is the doppelganger of my dog. It's shocking, really.

Anyway, the fellow is lovely and earnestly invited me to see the show.

It is, however, nearly 3 hours long. And, I believe I saw it at the Free-for-All years ago and found it rough going.

Do I take the tickets or politely decline? Ergh. Social awkwardity.

Funnily, when we were talking about this last night, he described his amazing apartment in NYC. I blurted, "Hey! You've got what my invisible friends call the impossible NY apartment. None of the ones we see on tv are that big or that beautiful. Or affordable."

Apparently, his is!

My next tattoo is a memorial tat for Mom. After that, it's probably more bats. Unless I really do think that translating "I'm every cliché, but I simply do it best" into Latin is a brilliant idea.

(Cass, stop laughing.)

Part of the delay in my getting tattoos is because I'm waiting on Pete to do the designs.

Miami had developed its own unique cuisine, a blend of Moroccan, Cuban and Argentinian cooking called "Al Miamisimo".

I would eat this!

Yay smonster's sister!

Boo my work, which is making me crazy. It's not so much that I have too much to do, but they just added a new project, and my current project is already making me crazy (because there's all these little details that nobody is getting right, and aren't being tracked well, and are causing all sorts of havoc). Don't WANT a new project, to add to the chaos!

yay: I got it together enough to walk up the hill in the humidity to go to a free Yoga class.

boo: Yoga instructor phoned in that she had an emergency and wouldn't be able to make it.

I repaired to the house for a nap.

bonny, insent!

My ex Mike has a NYC apartment that's almost mythically big and lovely. It's in a rent-controlled building (a concept I don't quite understand) so he can afford it by himself. Seems a little old man lived there for like his whole life and 2 seconds after he died, the realtor was on the phone with Mike going, "Quick, man, there are hordes of homeless barbarians at the gate, give me a deposit!"