Museum of International Folk Art - Incidentally, I heard about this museum on “The Splendid Table.” I’ve never really learned about folk art much and I think I have a skewed perception: this place would be cool to visit.
Absinthe - Illegal Beverage until Recently - Here’s a strange story: I was recently looking up some chemical information, and stumbled upon a compound found in this absinthe alcoholic beverage. It noted that the beverage was illegal - I made a planner note to investigate and see what it was all about. Then, I accidentally find a great Wired article about it today.
Gary Benchley, Rock Star - Paul Ford of the impeccable FTrain writes a novel! Looks good to me.
Alternative to Windows Media Center - Not simple enough right now, but a very good contender if you don’t want to buy Media Center.
Last night saw dinner at the India Palace in Roseville. Just a thought: if future Alex goes to the India Palace and is fortunate enough to check the website, do not get the chicken with spinach sauce. While it was flavorful in a leafy green vegetable sort of way, really all I could taste was the salt. This means, then, that I had salted chicken and rice for dinner. Note to self: you could whip that up for yourself, self. Thus, self, and anybody reading this looking for India Palace recommendations, when you eat chicken at the India Palace, go with the Chicken Josh! You’ll love the creamy yogurt based sauce and the selectable spice level; it all blends perfectly with the long grain white rice.
Alternatively, there’s a lunch buffet. It’s for your midday Indian fix (I have yet to try this).
Fall: the time of year when the green life in trees explodes, painting the roads and rivers the brightest, most intense colors that deciduous life knows. It is with this exclamation point of yellow, orange, and red that the life of summer finally yields to oncoming winter. The annual metamorphosis of long days to short, leafy green to snow white, and blue skies to dirty gray is always a time of reflection for me. This year, though, as I watch the throbbing of life in the outdoor world turn a corner to a dormant state, I come upon a realization that is nothing earth-shattering, but nevertheless intensely personal: everything has its Fall.
That conclusion, underwhelming to some and obvious to others, had an unexpectedly potent effect on me today. Perhaps it was having a wonderful evening out with Mykala and wondering what will become of us. Perhaps it was lifting weights and wondering how long into my life I will be capable of hefting heavy things (or using alliteration inappropriately). Perhaps it was the heavy weight of the uniquely collegiate experience of learning oneself. Or perhaps it was listening to “Night Thoughts” by George Winston, a gem from the Velveteen Rabbit soundtrack, without whose background melody I sincerely doubt this post would have been written.
Partly cloudy thoughts on a mostly sunny day.
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