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11.25.03 ELSEWHERE
They just posted my Wedding Guide: Part IV, Wedding Tips over at The Morning News. If you're getting married, you should go read it.

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11.24.03 HANDY
If you live near an ocean, this is especially useful. It's the Monterey Bay Aquarium's wallet-sized Seafood Watch Card. It rates seafood consumption by how safe it is for the environment and the particular species.

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11.20.03 WEDDING DETRITUS
We are the proud owners of 692 candle votives, three party jugs of SKYY Citrus, and five large jars of maraschino cherries. Come on over. We'll get drunk, light shit on fire, and see how many cherries you can fit in your mouth at once. Married people know how to party.

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11.19.03 LESSONS LEARNED (AND LEARNED, AND LEARNED)
People, please. I do not want to say this again, and I know I need to talk slowly because you're obviously not the brightest bulb:

Keep your children away from Michael Jackson.

The man breathes out of two holes in the middle of his face, you can see his entire circulatory system through his skin, he dangles his children from balconies, and he's had his penis described by a thirteen-year-old boy. What needs to happen before you think, "You know, maybe I shouldn't send Johnny over to play on the merry-go-round."

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11.17.03 OVERHEARD: MANIPULATION ON THE F LINE
Scenario: Two high school girls discuss AJ, who is a "friend" to one and love interest to the other.

What your grandma think of AJ?
She don't like him.
Why not?
She think he's lazy.
He is lazy.
Yeah he is. Mom likes him, but grandma don't like him.
He sits around all day. Like, all he do is play video games and watch movies.
That's it.
He always, like, "I'm so tired!" and I'm like, "Why you so tired? You don't do anything."
Yeah, but you with him.
No, I ain't. It ain't gonna work.
You say that now, but later...
No. No. I'm serious as a heart attack.
Yeah, he always callin' me and sayin' blah blah Natasha this, blah blah. She's always on me." I be like, "Why you callin' me? Why you callin' Asia to talk about Natasha?"
That's weak.
Yeah.
He's weak.
He just gotta make up his mind what he want from you. Quit dragging you.
He gives people mixed emotions. You know?
Yeah.
I'm through 'til I know where I stand.
He's funny. I told him I thought Matt was cute, and he's like, "You can't say no to that, but you'll say no to this?" (laughs)
What? He's so weak. He's always between me and you.
Well you can't expect him not to call me and stuff. I've known him eighteen years.
Yeah, but he tells you everything.
But then you're here tellin' me about him too, so...
Yeah, but that's different.
No it's not.
I guess it's not.
He tells me everything, if I ask him to. Why wouldn't he?
...
I mean, I wouldn't ask him. I don't care.
I guess.
He's just being honest.
I guess.
Well, it's up to you.
Me and AJ, nah. It's not gonna work.

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11.17.03 MY LIFE AS AN ABERCROMBIE CATALOG
We spent the weekend in Carmel, where you can pass an entire day chatting with strangers about their Labradors and reading The New Yorker on the beach. Strolling into town for a latte, you'll note a tide of applique sweaters and track suits (many of them on the Labradors). We took long neighborhood walks; donned fleece pullovers and played frisbee on the beach; drank wine out of red plastic cups around a bonfire.

Last night, we drove back to the city. As we pulled up to our apartment, I remembered leaving the house a few days ago to find a man pissing near our front stoop.

No place like home.

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11.14.03 AN INTERESTING DESCRIPTION
From White Oleander by Janet Fitch:
"I crawled under the bed, pulled out the sack of her letters, some packets thin as a promise, others fat like white koi."

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11.13.03 WAKKA WAKKA
Hipster Knock-Knock:

Knock Knock
Who's there?
I can't believe you've never heard this joke before.

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11.12.03 COMPLICATIONS
Me: I'll have a cup of tea.
Barrista: Grande?
Me: How big is grande?
B: Medium big.
Me: Then what's the big called?
B: Vente.
Me: How big is Vente?
B: (Points)
Me: Whoa. Way too big. What's the little one?
B: Short.
Me: I'll have that one.

Peet's Coffee offers small, medium, and large cups. I go there because they don't make me think before I've had my caffeine.

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OBSCURE PERSEPHONE JOKE HERE
I'm a girl who digs a good system. Therefore, I was disproportionately excited to come across this method of opening pomegranates without staining yourself and your kitchen.

And as long as you're opening pomegranates, make this guacamole immediately. It has pears, grapes, and pomegranates in it. I know it sounds odd, but it's so good it'll make your tastebuds ache.

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THE GOODS
Evan posted some photos of our wedding. I'll eventually post some of ours too. Our photographer brought us 1,500 prints in one of those huge plastic bins one usually uses to store sweaters for winter. The thought of sorting through them gives me hives.

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11.10.03 THE THRILL IS GONE
Bryan has just taken a shower, and I leap on him.

Me: Ug! You're still all wet!
(Blow on his shoulder in a mock-sexy attempt to dry him off.)
Him: Whoa! I thought you were going to spit on me at first.
Me: Spit on you?
Him: I know. I was like, "Um. That's not-hot."
Me: Spitting on you equals not hot.
Him: I'm thinking, we've only been married like three weeks, and already she's trying to kick it up a notch.

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11.5.03 MARRIED LIFE BEGINS
Somehow one of the registries malfunctioned and we ended up with three meat tenderizers. Right now, Bryan is using them to play air drums in the kitchen.

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11.04.03 JOSH CAGAN
Have you met Josh Cagan? He amuses me greatly:

On the movie Thirteen:

"Okay. Dig this. I have a thirteen year-old neice. I'm sure one of her friends is messed up. I'll get her to confide in me, and then we'll write an awesome screenplay about it! What better way to teach a troubled child the difference between right and wrong, than to reward her behavior with ALL OF THE MONEY, FAME, AND MEDIA EXPOSURE IN THE WORLD!!!

The completely awesome thing about that plan, is that NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING, is better for an emotionally damaged kid than turning them into a cautionary example/media wunderkind/eroticized child whore-pop SENSATION!!!!! Because the ads sure as shootin' don't show any repentant, seen-the-error-of-their-ways teenage girls, they show ROCKET HOT YOUNG DRUGGED UP NOT-EVEN-BARELY-LEGAL-POON-A-PALOOZA-CHICK-A-LICK-A-DING DONG!!!! HELLO!!!

So, three cheers, director. Attaboy, producers. Sorry, kid. Hope the sidewalk in front of the Viper Room is soft and warm."

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