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I Heart a Good Meal



Soooo, I was in DC over the long weekend, and I JUST HAVE to tell you about this great place we ate at in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.

But, first.

Remember this guy?


If you were/are a Top Chef fan, then you are well-acquainted with Spike.

Hi, Spike.

Spike is the creator/owner of Good Stuff Eatery, a burger joint with a bit of a gourmet twist.


Let’s be real here: Spike drove me nuts during the show. But, you see, the thing is that I LOVE famous people so I was on-board with the suggestion of Good Stuff Eatery for lunch.

I was expecting Spike’s nummy little creations, but didn’t think HE’D actually be there.

He was.

I made SURE that I was in his line of vision at least once.

He’s, like, a mini-celeb, but I still swooned in adoration. Famous People in Real Life are number 4 on my list of Top Five Favorite Things in the Universe.

1. Ice Cream

2. Boyfriend

3. Dog

4. Famous People in Real Life

5. Sleep

Anyway, SOMEBODY (Cough, #2, Cough) wouldn’t let me snap an inconspicuous picture because said someone didn’t want to be EMBARRASSED.

So selfish.

Famous Person aside, the food was just as tasty as one would imagine it to be whilst watching Top Chef. I lunched on a Farmhouse Bacon Cheeseburger, had a french fry party with the Village fries dipped in mango, chipotle, old bay, and Sriracha mayos one-at-a-time and…

devoured a TOASTED MARSHMALLOW milkshake.

It was so good that it makes me want to talk in that LOL Catspeak business that is rampant on all the blogs today.


There. Done.

Anyway, it was a gratifying meal and a charming little weekend.


The End.

PS: They also serve an Obama burger.



Mango Street Moment


I just finished reading The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros which, unlike most, I never picked up in high school or college. Because it isn’t my own copy, I want to preserve a moment for me and for you.




My Own

Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With a porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody’s garbage to pick up after.

Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.”

There are few books I love as much as A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. This might be one of them.

I’ll Stop Being Such a Re-poster Right After This


Some Recently-Discovered Pics from Yes We Can (hold babies)



picture-2picture-3Giggles and Tears

Elizabeth Alexander’s Inaugural Poem


Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, “Take out your pencils. Begin.”

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by “Love thy neighbor as thy self.”

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp — praise song for walking forward in that light.

Don’t Let the Door Hit You and Get the Hell Out


Letterman presents the final “Great Moments in Presidential Speeches” montage. Love it like it’s the last time…because it is.

I’ve Had Homework



correcting papers, organizing spelling bee, and trying out my new set of Yoga Booty Ballet dvds (which, by the way, you aren’t allowed to laugh at me for)


There are no signs of this “reality” letting up, so allow me to offer a sensational montage of The 10 Most Ignorant Things said on Bad Girls Club to keep you company. Enjoy.

I’m Not Hiding The Fact That I’m Bored


Civics Quiz

I scored 72%. Good thing I’m not a Social Studies teacher.

We should all probably know more about this democracy of ours, if only to pass on the knowledge to future generations.

Or perhaps I’m just speaking for myself.

i carry your heart


i carry your heart with me(i carry

it in my heart) i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go my dear; and whatever is done

by me only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-ee cummings

Because forcing new things on people who didn’t ask for them is quite literally my job…


I have three RAD songs for you to download. Three: that’s manageable, isn’t it?

“Everything is Borrowed”- The Streets (Most comparable to the musical stylings of Mos Def)

“Electric Feel”- MGMT (Kinda like 70s Disco)

“Kids”- MGMT (Electronic music with SOUL, vocalist sounds like B. Flowers of The Killers to me)

Now, don’t make me count backwards from five and give you an awkward silence before you do as I say. Eyes on me!

Let me tell you something.


The Family Stone

This is a GREAT movie.  I’m watching it for the … um… 5th time. Okay, I just had to share. Real post forthcoming.

If my two sentences above have convinced you to watch, be cautious: it actually deals with the very serious subject of cancer. Just don’t want to ruin anyone’s day.