Star Trek: The Next Generation Of Re-gifting
Almost two years ago I sent a set of Star Trek Figurines as a surprise gift to The Non-Consumer Advocate who is an intractable sci-fi geek. (Sorry, gentlemen, she’s taken–and not in The Fourth Kindof way). Today she sent me this photograph: With this explanation: I took the family to go see the fantastic “Star [...]
June Food Stamp Challenge: Pommes De Terre-ibles
Amazing. We are actually out of bread. Typically, this situation wouldn’t warrant a second thought, but according to my boyfriend, not buying bread for another 48 hours because we are over-budget on our $202 June food budget is a serious, serious problem. At least that’s how he made it sound tonight in the car when [...]
Hollywood Ending
It’s New Years’ Eve and I can’t find anyone to be nice to. No one is around. Even the homeless people I want to give my recycling to are not hanging out at their usual spot by the dumpsters in back of the corner liquor store. Mr. Foxypants and I will be ringing in the [...]
The Umbrellas of East LA
She looked miserable. Selling fruit as a curbside vendor in this city has to be a terrible job to begin with. All day long you face the rejection of hostile LA drivers, car exhaust, and a multitude of other annoyances that come with using a traffic median strip as your workplace. I drove past the [...]
Cinnamon
I found a random rubber stamp in the garage that says “cinnamon.” Where did this come from and why do I have this? Today I walked it down to my local vegan restaurant, which just happens to be called CINNAMON, and gave the stamp to the very startled counter girl.
I Wish I Had Thought of This!
In addition to a rash of people leaving presents and thank you cards on the doorsteps of fellow freecyclers, Leslie, a woman on my local freecycle group, has taken Christmas spirit one step further: “Hope you all had a Merry Christmas. If you didn’t get all the chocolate you wanted in your stocking, I have [...]
Pablov
Today I ran into Helen, a really old friend who I haven’t seen in years, at Trader Joe’s. She tells me that Pablo, the five year old son of two of our mutual pals is fighting cancer. Which is just the worst news. My heart just breaks as she gives me the horrible details of [...]
