To All Maine Points

We went to Maine this weekend! I did not see any moose or seadogs. I demand my money back. (?) We did go to Ogunquit Lobster Pound, as recommended by our local food reviewing tv show - the Phantom Gourmet. If you don't know anything about the Phantom, the main gist is they want to make you real fat, so I usually trust their choices. You tell the man how much lobster you want to stuff your face with, and then they pick some out of a holding tank, weigh them, and in mere seconds, throw them to their watery deaths into a giant vat of boiling seawater.



This is the only known picture in existence of our lobsters, pre-vat of boiling water.



We also ordered steamers (clams). They are weird looking. But really good! Oh and yes, you peel the clam away from the weird brown outside membrane, which Tim called the foreskin. Groooosssss. I'm not usually the biggest fan of lobster, but I think it was a combination of being in Maine, eating outside, and summertime that made this lobster super delicious. Also, lots of butter does not hurt.



This is where Tim surfs. I would take up surfing just to see this on the reg. We're moving to New Hampshire!

Apparently it's called a "Web log"

I saw this "gem" when I stopped at Citibank to get some cash.

Tim and I were in New Hampshire yesterday looking at an "apartment." By "apartment" I really mean half of a brick house in a neighborhood called Atlantic Heights, WHICH I found out today was one of the nation's first housing projects. For realsies. That seems very fitting. No pictures yet but I'm very fond of it. And, if we live there, we will be able to see Maine from our window, making us the Palins of NH. Developmentally disabled child notwithstanding.

Then we went to a flatbread pizza place, which is um maybe too "earthy" and "organic" but nonetheless delicious. Our clean cut, vanilla looking waiter had two tattoos running down the back of his arms. Left: Don't Tread on Me (complete with cut up snake) and Right: Live Free or Die. Oh New Hampshire.

I'm drinking this diet Orange Crush and wondering why I think neon orange colored things are presumably okay to ingest. I just can't help it, I love orange soda.

When I was little, I would often have snacks of orange juice and cheetos, not only because OJ was usually the only juice we had in the house and Cheetos were my mom's favorite junk food, but because I really liked the idea of only eating things that were one color.

By the way, I can still drink orange juice disturbingly quickly, as a remnant of my OJ filled past.

I bought a bunch of birthday cards from fomato, and this card perfectly encapsulates what I want someone to do for my birthday. I obvi am going to send this to my sister. In 4 months. When it is finally her birthday. I couldn't help buying it! I loved it too much!!! I really like fomato items. I think possibly because they mostly relate to eating. If I ever open the über-shoppe (you have to pronounce it shop-E) of my dreams, fomato will be included.

I'm nervous about the future and moving. I realized this after I noticed I had already bitten three of my nails on my left hand. Now they are hurty. BOO URNS.

Less than a month of AmeriCorps left! If you want to be precise, which I want you to, it's only TWENTY more working days. EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

July never seemed so strange

Clouds... still here. We had four glorious days of sunshine (okay, maybe more like 3 and half) but yesterday was more familiar - downpouring at 60 degrees. It's hard to think about other things when the weather is like this. Every conversation you have with anyone will at one point reference this terrible weather. Seriously. Come on Boston, I know you have it in you!

Speaking of Boston, I am maybe 15% through Infinite Jest, and it's really good, even though I still miss a lot of Boston location references. It's hard when people ask me what its about though, since I still borderline have no idea. I mean. Wheelchair assassins, hundreds of characters, a psuedo future, "The Entertainment," tennis, addiction, sponsored year names ("Year of the Whopper"), giant feral infants, 11 page footnotes... how am I supposed to explain all of that? Regardless. It's good. It draws you in. Also DFW grew up in Champaign, so I feel a faux connection to him (just like Dave Eggers and Dan Savage, who both went to U of I). Sometimes I pick it up, start reading, and have to put it down because I know my brain won't be able to process it that day. Also sometimes my puny muscles can't handle it since the book itself is ginormous.

Speaking of my puny muscles, I went rock climbing for the first time ever yesterday! It was amazing. Although I scraped my elbow and my muscles are a little sore today, I made it to the top of the 27 foot wall! Yay! Also learned to tie some nice knots. If i was a girl scout I would definitely want to get a merit badge in knot tying. I think it's cool. (Shut up)

Speaking of lame things I think are cool, I started working on a Keyboard Cat cross stitch... ehehehehehehe. If you haven't seen keyboard cat, I would recommend you watch it here

It is going to be a key piece of decor for our new apartment. Location (of keyboard cat AND apartment) to be determined. In New Hampshire. Yes, I'm moving to New Hampshire!!!!!!!!!

Clouds! Rocks! Ocean! New England! Yay!

Tim and I were talking the other day and wondering: where the FUCK is Old Zealand?

Oh and remember to be impressed today when the clock reads: 12:34.56 7/8/09

BE IMPRESSED, I SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!