I tricked Blogger!!

So I’m editing the blog for my job. And I stay signed in with my employment sign-in all day in the Internet Explorer browser. I like Firefox better. So I always open Gmail and other stuff in a Firefox browser window. And anybody with more than one google account knows that they automatically sign you out if you sign into another one in a new window (or tab) of the same browser. [I have like 4 gmail accounts. It’s a thing.] But they DON’T if you do it in different browsers. Woo Hoo! Take that, Google!!

Sheesh. I wish I’d discovered Pandora Radio sooner.


I ordered business cards

So like I keep saying, I’m so unhappy in my current job. Sad Days. I’m not an unhappy-in-my-job kind of girl. I like working, generally. I generally like my job. Just not this time.

So I went to Vista Print and ordered business cards for two companies I’m starting. (I suppose when I decide to take charge, I go all out.) One is April Line Writing, and that’s the one I’m most serious about, and the one that already basically exists since I have three proper clients. The other is Mama Lirpa’s Cookies.

I only have a groovy slogan for Mama Lirpa’s Cookies. “We take the hassle out of home baking.” The idea is that I’ll sell cookie dough (or prepared cookies). I also like the idea of being a cookie caterer. I show up with the cookies and keep the coffee made and the cocktails refreshed so that the host(ess) can enjoy her party. That’d be fun. And I’d be wicked good at it. So anybody know anybody?

I joned LinkedIn. But seriously, NOBODY I know is on LinkedIn.

I think I’ll change my employment on all the other social networking places.

Wednesday, I’m making cookies for a local B2B netoworking group.

Things are looking up.


Went to Starbucks to look for a job. Ran into Robin Kaye who is a novelist. She does not even live in PA. She lives in Maryland and brings her daughter to Carlisle 4x a week for CPYB. I introduced her to the new Espresso Truffle at Starbucks. YUM. Anyway–one thing leads to another, and Robin and I have a coffee-with-writing date on Wednesday. Cool!

Received, interestingly, a Plaxo request from Pearl’s grandmother (her father’s mom) who, approximately a year ago, bailed out on meeting her. In the request, she classified me as “family.” Odd. But interesting because I’d just been thinking how I should get back in touch with her.

Really, do. I mean it.

Check out the Blogs of Note section at your homepage for blogger. Perhaps this is an obvious suggestion, but I have never taken the time to before today when I am wasting my last hour of work the way I have been wasting produce lately (please don’t make me admit all the moldy tomatoes I have recently discarded). Greedily. Full of capital slime.

Blogs of note is neat. Tons of stuff about Knitting which is a tres hipster thing to do these days. Tres urban chic.

There is an important person in my life who insists that I am a hipster. I do not know if it is meant to make me itch under my skin or if it is meant to flatter me or just as a casual observation gone horribly awry.

I have been thinking a lot about what a hipster is. I do not know, really. Does anyone? I should consult Urban Dictionary. I bet they know. I am too lazy and tummy-rumbling just now.

And Oh My God Online Radio

So, somebody recently pointed out to me that a lot of the music I like is either folk or David Bowie-sounding.

So I recently learned all about Pandora. (This is going back to that whole Luddite thing I’ve mentioned–I think it is probably decidedly unhip to only be learning about Pandora online now, right??) I like the Pandora interface better than Last FM. Just now, Pandora is playing some Rolling Stones for me. I feel like a jerk, but I find the Rolling Stones to be terribly boring. gasp.

Anyway–I’m liking this business of I tell it music I like, and it figures out my taste.

So far, it has not played me a single David Bowie song. bwah ahaahaha. I bet if I put in David Byrne it’ll give me some David Bowie.

It’s giving me way, way too much Velvet Underground. I like the Velvet Underground, but I’ve heard most of their stuff. I want to hear new stuff. So do I tell it Velvet Underground, then it quits playing so damn much??

I’m gonna’ try it.

Oh kay. Now I want it to give me a bunch of brit-a-billy. (I just made that up. But I tricked you, didn’t I? I made you think I know stuff).

And Oh My God the Crockpot

I had this revelation. I mean, maybe it wasn’t so revolutionary as I think, but, ahem, It occurred to me that maybe the wrong approach is making recipes in the crock pot. So far I have been displeased by my crock pot efforts. They have consisted of artichokes, mac & cheese and chili. The chili was the best thing so far. Not that the artichokes were bad, but I grilled them once, and I don’t think I’ll ever come up with a satisfactory alternative to the artichoke grilling. Grilled Artichokes is boss. Anyway–I’ve been thinking lately that the crock pot could make my life easier in some ways, and cheaper, too, so I should consider learning to use it more adequately.

So I invented a fall stew this morning that is crock potting on low as I type this.

It contains the following:
(more or less) 1 lb of left over steak, cubed
2/3 of a small peeled acorn squash, also cubed
1 small onion, chopped
1 small zucchini, sliced & halved
3 ribs of celery, chopped
1/3 c. frozen peas
small handful of wheat berries
2 giant garlic cloves chopped coarsely
bay leaf
cinnamon stick
salt, pepper
shake of cayenne pepper
bit of clove and nutmeg
2 T (+/-) tomato paste

I want it to be fragrant and wonderful. It looked like it would be. It was also quite pretty. I considered putting potatoes in it. I also considered carrots, but decided against b/c of the acorn squash. Anyway, I’m totally stoked. If it is tasty, I’m calling it “Election Stew” and going to make it every election year on Election day. This evening, Pearl and I are going to my folks’ house for some nice Election Partying. We’ll sit around being coy about our politics and bitching loudly about how partisan it all is.