Come on, folks, what the hell? Lets make this simple and start with points. The point of poop is to fertilize and make flowers grow, bees pollinate and all that other wonderful stuff. Did you know that some of the most interesting plant migrations happened because of POOP?!?!?! Now, the point of bagging the poop is to carry it to a trash can, RIGHT? Well, then, what, may I ask, is the frigging point of leaving your lame little baggies strewn along the trails of Marin? Do you think you're done once you've bagged that poop? If so, you're wrong and must know that nobody is going to pick up after you. No, I know, its so weird, nobody wants to carry your dog's sh*t! Unheard of, isn't it?!
When I'm walking and looking around, I see little blue bags...when I'm taking pictures, I'm trying to keep the blue garbage out of them pics! I don't want to see trash bags!!! I wanted to go for a walk in NATURE, not a DUMP!
Now, when I'm ranting about it to my little sister, she retorts, "but wait, there's the potato starch bags that are biodegradable, so it's okay!" But actually, in my own opinion, that makes it worse! If the point of the bag is to make a half-assed attempt of getting the poop out of the world and into a trash can, then get it from Point A to B. If you plan on just leaving a stupid inane little bag of sh*t out in the middle of a beautiful landscape then just leave the goddamn sh*t out in nature to disintegrate the way it's supposed to. There is ultimately no reason to add a bag to that wonderful, natural situation.
So, in conclusion, I suggest the invention of four foot long spatulas where the walker can scrape up that innocent little doodle and fwap it out into the middle of nature where it will fulfill it's doodies and fertilize the trees, the grass and all those pretty flowers!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
My Temping Adventures
I saw the Movie Julie & Julia the other day and it gave me guts to blog again.
I haven't had much to say recently and there's nothing more that I'd like to make fun of than someone who talks a lot and doesn't have much to say.
But I remembered that I wrote a book a couple years ago and never did anything with it. Plus it's in dire need of some severe editing.
So I vow to begin going through this book, one page at a time and begin editing and posting for your reading pleasure. The book was temporarily titled Ephemera, however a literary agent told me the title was trash, so even the title will be under construction during my blogging.
And let me be clear- I am VERY open to editing suggestions!
I haven't had much to say recently and there's nothing more that I'd like to make fun of than someone who talks a lot and doesn't have much to say.
But I remembered that I wrote a book a couple years ago and never did anything with it. Plus it's in dire need of some severe editing.
So I vow to begin going through this book, one page at a time and begin editing and posting for your reading pleasure. The book was temporarily titled Ephemera, however a literary agent told me the title was trash, so even the title will be under construction during my blogging.
And let me be clear- I am VERY open to editing suggestions!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Boxed Wine
Roll your eyes, judge away; I've tried it and it ain't half bad.
Aside from the fact that the design is eager to reach out to the Target brand generation of cute and simple and also aside from the fact that they call it a Pinot Grigio but it tastes like a blend between Sauvignon Blanc and Muscat- it's quite enjoyable!
As it plainly states on the box, it's fruitiness is nice and so is it's lightness. Nothing complex, just a cute blond with pretty eyes. Goes well with dinner, dessert and on it's sweet little own.
The one moment I paused and judged myself was during the set up of the box itself. I had to push a hole into the side of the cardboard box, pull an upper lip down, reach in with fumbling fingers to pull the spout section of the wine "bag" out. It felt like a desperate attempt at setting up a home-made wine keg. Handstands not included.
On the other hand it was a perfectly balanced sweet white wine that does not disappoint.
And before you begin to consider me a redneck, know this: they were selling like hot cakes at the San Francisco Chronicle Wine event at Fort Mason two weeks ago. The temporary traveling mecca of wine snobs picked it like candy out of a full-to-the-brim barrel.
In a world of seriousness, its nice to take things lightly on occasion.
Aside from the fact that the design is eager to reach out to the Target brand generation of cute and simple and also aside from the fact that they call it a Pinot Grigio but it tastes like a blend between Sauvignon Blanc and Muscat- it's quite enjoyable!
As it plainly states on the box, it's fruitiness is nice and so is it's lightness. Nothing complex, just a cute blond with pretty eyes. Goes well with dinner, dessert and on it's sweet little own.
The one moment I paused and judged myself was during the set up of the box itself. I had to push a hole into the side of the cardboard box, pull an upper lip down, reach in with fumbling fingers to pull the spout section of the wine "bag" out. It felt like a desperate attempt at setting up a home-made wine keg. Handstands not included.
On the other hand it was a perfectly balanced sweet white wine that does not disappoint.
And before you begin to consider me a redneck, know this: they were selling like hot cakes at the San Francisco Chronicle Wine event at Fort Mason two weeks ago. The temporary traveling mecca of wine snobs picked it like candy out of a full-to-the-brim barrel.
In a world of seriousness, its nice to take things lightly on occasion.
Monday, March 2, 2009
The Sober Sister to Wine
Tea has many flavors, just like wine. Similar to different varietals of wine grapes growing in different environments and climates, teas are amalgamations of different flower petals and leaves from different plants from all reaches of the world.
Historically, both wine and tea has a rich background in origin, trade, diaspora and variety.
The one similarity they share that intrigues me the most is the way they play with your nose and tongue so well. Tasting a red wine slowly can reveal several berries, nuts and other random things from the world like tobacco, wood, moss, leather or gun powder. Depending on the tea you drink, you can smell ginger, rose, baby leaves from Japan or British gun powder (just like wine). It's so interesting and fascinating. I love playing with my senses with these two beverages!
My favorite teas vary so often but I usually arrive back at my basic green tea every time I get bored. Green tea, at the height of it's heat that you are just able to drink it, tastes delicious. I can get that fresh leaf taste with a slight crisp minty after-exhale. I love (accidentally) getting it on my fingertips and later throughout the day, smelling what resembles cigarette scent. There are several flavored green teas which are nice too, I enjoy peach. When it comes to the purists vs. the "whatevers"- I definitely enjoy fresh and loose tea leaves, however its more expensive and messy dealing with the disposal and cleaning. Not only am I cheap but I'm also lazy, so I cannot handle the extra work that luxury entails.
Ever open a fashion magazine at the height of a confused year and view a truly ugly model wear a truly ugly dress? But after a couple views, you think, "huh, its so ugly, its almost cool"- well that, in tea form, is oolong. It is so bitter and weird tasting (gun powder!) that its good. And even better yet, because of it's bitterness, it is complimented naturally with sugary treats. I remember taking tea breaks when I worked at a Real Estate office; the boss' favorite tea was Oolong, and he would invite all the admins into his personal office and share tea and cookies at exactly 3pm. About five minutes later, he would dismiss us and we'd go back to filling the printer and folding fliers.
The one tea that has been the most entertaining is blooming tea that opens (a flower of tea leaves sewn together like a flower) when you pour the hot water into the glass pot. My Aunt had a birthday tea party at the Ritz in San Francisco a few years ago and we enjoyed several teas, champagnes and petit fours. Since I've already had a wine-tasting party in the past two years and since I just received a gift of blooming teas from the very same Aunt, I plan to have a tea tasting party soon. So, of the few and far between that read these blogs, I'd love to start inviting you to a party this spring, to taste these teas, have some champagne and sweets and a few laughs.
Cheers!
Historically, both wine and tea has a rich background in origin, trade, diaspora and variety.
The one similarity they share that intrigues me the most is the way they play with your nose and tongue so well. Tasting a red wine slowly can reveal several berries, nuts and other random things from the world like tobacco, wood, moss, leather or gun powder. Depending on the tea you drink, you can smell ginger, rose, baby leaves from Japan or British gun powder (just like wine). It's so interesting and fascinating. I love playing with my senses with these two beverages!
My favorite teas vary so often but I usually arrive back at my basic green tea every time I get bored. Green tea, at the height of it's heat that you are just able to drink it, tastes delicious. I can get that fresh leaf taste with a slight crisp minty after-exhale. I love (accidentally) getting it on my fingertips and later throughout the day, smelling what resembles cigarette scent. There are several flavored green teas which are nice too, I enjoy peach. When it comes to the purists vs. the "whatevers"- I definitely enjoy fresh and loose tea leaves, however its more expensive and messy dealing with the disposal and cleaning. Not only am I cheap but I'm also lazy, so I cannot handle the extra work that luxury entails.
Ever open a fashion magazine at the height of a confused year and view a truly ugly model wear a truly ugly dress? But after a couple views, you think, "huh, its so ugly, its almost cool"- well that, in tea form, is oolong. It is so bitter and weird tasting (gun powder!) that its good. And even better yet, because of it's bitterness, it is complimented naturally with sugary treats. I remember taking tea breaks when I worked at a Real Estate office; the boss' favorite tea was Oolong, and he would invite all the admins into his personal office and share tea and cookies at exactly 3pm. About five minutes later, he would dismiss us and we'd go back to filling the printer and folding fliers.
The one tea that has been the most entertaining is blooming tea that opens (a flower of tea leaves sewn together like a flower) when you pour the hot water into the glass pot. My Aunt had a birthday tea party at the Ritz in San Francisco a few years ago and we enjoyed several teas, champagnes and petit fours. Since I've already had a wine-tasting party in the past two years and since I just received a gift of blooming teas from the very same Aunt, I plan to have a tea tasting party soon. So, of the few and far between that read these blogs, I'd love to start inviting you to a party this spring, to taste these teas, have some champagne and sweets and a few laughs.
Cheers!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
My Valentine's Day Gift
I'm so excited!!
I can't wait for this gift to start giving!
Jason gave me a membership to a wine club that will be sending us a different red and white from all over the world each and every month for as long as we want!!
I will be able to rant and rave about wines from all over the world and tell you our jolly and interesting experiences with each bottle!
It isn't much of a blog but more of a brag. hehe!
Happy belated hearts day!
I can't wait for this gift to start giving!
Jason gave me a membership to a wine club that will be sending us a different red and white from all over the world each and every month for as long as we want!!
I will be able to rant and rave about wines from all over the world and tell you our jolly and interesting experiences with each bottle!
It isn't much of a blog but more of a brag. hehe!
Happy belated hearts day!
My old friend, Seghesio
To me, Seghesio isn’t a wine, it is a factor in a past relationship. It was like a good friend who would visit and make an impression on the evening. I remember different evenings over different delicious meals and feeling that excited satisfaction to find Seghesio on the wine menu at that restaurant. I think the first time we had Seghesio was at Il Davide and then one time at Copia’s restaurant and after that it was given that if we were enjoying a wonderful meal, a romantic evening and our wallets weren’t too thin, it was a good evening for Seghesio.
I should clarify, it was their Zinfandel, and it was in 2006 and 2007 so their 2005 was probably what we were drinking.
It could stand on its own, but it would compliment the rich sauces we’d devour, it would still taste fine in its last ounce, while our table was being cleared. Like a red, it would create a purple smear across our teeth and present itself with every inebriated Cheshire cat smile of contentment.
It was a friend, an event on it’s own and a perfume we wore on our way out the restaurant door…
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
um, its pink.
rose, blush, white reds- they're all the same thing.
It is a pink version of a red, loosened up, sweetened up (some are actually slightly dry) and should be slightly chilled.
So, if you go to any wine tasting room this is what happens:
They begin to pour it and tell you how its great for a summer evening. It's a new, fresh version of their latest pinot noir, blah blah blah. it varies in temperature in each tasting room, which means no one knows whether to treat it like a red or like a white and they always, ALWAYS suggest you go on a summer picnic with ribs and a pink wine. ribs = guys, so, can you see this working? um can i hear a "hell no"? It's like ballet-dancing football stars, like actually enjoying it and taking it seriously. If you can show me a guy who thinks a rose wine is the best thing to go with a stack 'o ribs, then I'll show you a guy who's only trying to impress some pink-wine-loving chic.
And so, in real life, this is how it rolls:
Think about it, its sweet alcohol, the color pink, and it's ready to go to a girls night in, accompanied by home-spa treatments and gossip and embarrassing sneak farts. It's the evolved version of wine coolers. It's nice on it's own and i think it goes well with cesar salad or dry cheese with fruit. I've only had it with my mother over gossip magazines, with my friends over taco tuesday or by my lonesome, while reading a chic-brain-candy book.
lesson of the day: um no lesson really. But i dare you to count the number of times they mention "picnic" while pouring that sweet stuff. And I double doggy dare you (no backing down, now) to tell them, after you take a nice big swig, "ahhhh, well, its too bad i hate picnics! Yeah, my whole family died at the last picnic i attended. Never again...."
Ah yes, its the little things in life! Enjoy!
It is a pink version of a red, loosened up, sweetened up (some are actually slightly dry) and should be slightly chilled.
So, if you go to any wine tasting room this is what happens:
They begin to pour it and tell you how its great for a summer evening. It's a new, fresh version of their latest pinot noir, blah blah blah. it varies in temperature in each tasting room, which means no one knows whether to treat it like a red or like a white and they always, ALWAYS suggest you go on a summer picnic with ribs and a pink wine. ribs = guys, so, can you see this working? um can i hear a "hell no"? It's like ballet-dancing football stars, like actually enjoying it and taking it seriously. If you can show me a guy who thinks a rose wine is the best thing to go with a stack 'o ribs, then I'll show you a guy who's only trying to impress some pink-wine-loving chic.
And so, in real life, this is how it rolls:
Think about it, its sweet alcohol, the color pink, and it's ready to go to a girls night in, accompanied by home-spa treatments and gossip and embarrassing sneak farts. It's the evolved version of wine coolers. It's nice on it's own and i think it goes well with cesar salad or dry cheese with fruit. I've only had it with my mother over gossip magazines, with my friends over taco tuesday or by my lonesome, while reading a chic-brain-candy book.
lesson of the day: um no lesson really. But i dare you to count the number of times they mention "picnic" while pouring that sweet stuff. And I double doggy dare you (no backing down, now) to tell them, after you take a nice big swig, "ahhhh, well, its too bad i hate picnics! Yeah, my whole family died at the last picnic i attended. Never again...."
Ah yes, its the little things in life! Enjoy!
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