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I was looking for a blank piece of paper and found this journal entry from 2007 instead.

August 22, 2011

Notable item #1 would be the totally punk rock hairdo on the elderly man. We were in Amsterdam.

We were boarding a city jumper to Berlin, and onto the plane walked an older man (70?) in a very nice navy blue suit and with hair standing straight up. I wouldn’t know how much gel would be necessary to get hair of that length (8 inches?) to stay up that perfectly.

Michael asked me if I saw the hair and as I turned to him to answer in the affirmative, the elderly man’s companion caught my eye. She brought her hand up and started smoothing his hair down.

He wasn’t so punk rock after all. Just a man with a comb-over on a windy day.


Vegan Brunch at Devil’s Backbone.

October 10, 2010

Attended a vegan potluck brunch this morning in Loveland, or just west of it, really. The hostess’ backyard faced Devil’s Backbone.

Granted, I was forty-five minutes late as Google Maps totally led me astray! The whole drive over there was a disaster. I was driving down one lane roads and over one lane bridges and the directions were telling me to turn down a gravel road that didn’t exist, and there was so much turning around that I actually got carsick. Which I don’t believe has ever happened to me while I was the actual driver of the car. And all I could think about was my co-worker Amy’s story of how she drove off a cliff at Horsetooth and how I didn’t want to do the same. And I saw a woman in an Outback on the side of the road on her cellphone while I was on the phone with Michael asking him for help, and I’m convinced that she was on her way to the brunch as well, but she must have given up before finding the way. I, however, persevered! Though I did almost cry at one point. Pathetic, but true.

Back to talk of a pleasant nature! I took pictures of what I made to take along. First pictures of food that I’ve taken in quite some time. Although the quiche didn’t get to attend, as I left it out on the counter all night and was scared that I’d poison the other guests if I brought it. Michael voted that I bring it anyway, as no one would be able to tell which of the dishes got people sick. I admit I considered it!

Not that talk of potential food poisoning is pleasant. But pictures of food before it goes bad is pleasant.

Vegan Quiche:
Vegan Quiche

Recipe here. And we did eat one of those last night, just to make sure it was good before I served the second one to strangers. It was quite good, too. The recipe had me at roasted vegetables.

Next up. Carrot Spice Muffins – on an LSU plate:
Carrot Spice Muffins

I did bring more. Those are just the two that I have left over! I made those at 7 o’clock this morning, right after I sat up in bed and said, “I left the quiche out all night!” I was worried about how they’d turn out because it wasn’t really a recipe for high altitude baking. And I didn’t have soy yogurt, so I subbed soy buttermilk (i.e. that DIY recipe of soymilk plus apple cider vinegar).

But the first guy to take a muffin immediately tapped his wife’s shoulder and said, “You have to try one!” So they worked out in the end.

Got the muffin recipe from fatfreevegan. Which means I shouldn’t have doubted a thing, as that site never lets me down.

We were supposed to actually hike Devil’s Backbone after eating, but the weather was really kind of iffy, so we bailed on the idea. This guy didn’t let a bit of drizzle stop him though.

You do see him, right? In the keyhole? I took that pic from the hostess’ backyard! That’s what she gets to look at while drinking coffee on her back deck. (Not the guy. Just the view in general.) Assuming she drinks coffee on her back deck. Which she probably does because wouldn’t anyone?

Now I wasn’t really listening when she was explaining what this shed was on the property adjacent to hers, but I’m almost positive she said some college kid stays in that shed on the weekends. Which is wicked cool and all, but I couldn’t do it! Even though it’s about the size of our flat in the Netherlands. So maybe I could.
College Kid's Weekend Home

I’m kind of sad I didn’t think to take a picture of the rest of the spread there. It’s always nice to be surrounded by food from which you could choose to eat anything that catches your eye!

And speaking of, I’m off to find the recipe to a breakfast casserole one of the girls made. It was definitely the best item there. I went back for seconds. Or thirds. I’m choosing not to remember how much I actually ate.

Since we didn’t even hike to burn off all of our brunch calories!


Finally, A Work of Non-fiction.

May 21, 2010

Michael is really good at falling asleep. So good, in fact, that he can do so while continuing to hold a conversation. And so good that I was inspired to write a play about it.

Michael and His Nap: Based on True Events

(Melissa and Michael sit in the living room of their apartment. Music plays.)

MICHAEL: Who is this?
MELISSA: Hot Chip.
MICHAEL: Covering a Dandy Warhols song?
MELISSA: Um, I don’t think so. I doubt it.
MICHAEL: What’s the name of the song?
MELISSA: I don’t know. It’s a single mp3 of a live concert so it doesn’t say.

(Several minutes pass. Melissa looks at Michael, who has fallen asleep with his head on a dog bed. She gets up and checks on dinner, then returns to the living room. A few more minutes pass.)

MICHAEL: I guess it’s their own song then.
MELISSA: I guess so.

(Michael turns onto his side. Blackout.)


Day Trip to Keukenhof.

May 20, 2010

I’ve been told that only old people and tourists go to Keukenhof. And while I do live in the Netherlands now, I’m still pretty much a tourist. And my mom, who visited me last week, was definitely a tourist.

So we went!

And I thought it was beautiful. We spent about 3 hours there, looking at flowers and sculptures and other people and that’s about it.

Oh, and we ate. But when do I go anywhere and not eat? I mean, really.

I have more pictures than I do stories from that day, so why don’t you come on in for both.


A Selection of Notes from my iPhone App of the Same Name.

May 19, 2010

  • Pub Street. 6 am. A streetsweeper, the pigeons, and me.
  • Candia WcWilliam
  • Oliver Contemporary
    17 Bellevue Rd
  • Vegan Wines B
    Badger Mountain
    Big Basin
    Big Sky
  • The Dark Crystal
    The Shock Doctrine
  • The countryside never looks so quaint as through the window of a train.
  • [redacted]
    South Africa
  • Czech Philharmonic
    7:30 start
    Alsovo Nabrezi 12
    Praha 1
    +420 227 059 227
  • Canon Powershot G11 439
    Nikon Colpiz P100 349
    L100 189
    L110 239
  • “Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”
    –Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • Always Sunny
    Six Feet Under
    La Femme Nikita
    Stephen Fry’s America
    Babylon 5
  • Some bridges just feel like Morgan City.

Because Generalizing is Efficient.

May 11, 2010

The Dutch love colors, and the Dutch love geometry.

Simple arithmetic, however, seems to evade their grasp. When you go to the grocery store, they round to the nearest 5 cents at the till. My total will be €19.94, and I’ll only get five cents back from a twenty. It’s not just the cashier. The machine itself does bad math. Both ways. If my total is €19.96, I still get five cents back.

I try to tell myself that it’ll even out in the end, but I can’t help but notice that the store seems to come ahead more often. Is it even possible for them to guarantee a house advantage at this game?

Also, the Dutch really are awesomely tall.

What this means, of course, is that the Dutch are from the future. With their superhuman height, their love of analytic geometry, and their utter disdain for pennies. It’s the only explanation for pink and grey cylindrical bike racks. You didn’t know that was a bike rack, did you?

That’s because it’s a bike rack from the future.


Will Nathan ever LEAVE the Netherlands?!

May 5, 2010

Welcome to entry 3 of 3 posts detailing Nathan’s time here in the Netherlands.

And I joke about Nathan never leaving, but we actually had a close call. He left a mere two days before northern European airspace shut down thanks to the Icelandic volcano. And we’re friends and all, but my apartment is tiny, and I don’t know how much longer we could’ve really survived up in each other’s grills like that.

But no need to discuss the what ifs and plan Bs. Because he did catch his plane home. And now all we have left are memories. AND PICTURES.

So. If you want to see those pictures, you’ll have to click this line here. So do it. Click.