July 2009
72 posts
NY Times, This Land: Living in Tents, and by the Rules, Under a Bridge
This homeless woman, besides being younger than I am, is quoting Yeats. I want to know her story. Read the whole article. It’s strange and wonderful.
(via shelbysmith)
I actually saw this, and thought it was pretty much the creepiest thing ever.
I advocate the first option: “Gooey Decimal System: Dark fudge alphabet letters with caramel swirls in hazelnut ice cream,” though all ice cream is good ice cream.
Today I hung two loads of laundry out to dry. As I moved along the lines, stretching to pin up endless soggy garments, the mosquitos gathered so thick I felt like something out of Jumanji, pinning and swatting simultaneously, increasingly frantic. I came away from battle peppered with angry welts.
In the afternoon, the rain came, sudden Florida storm. It soaked all the line-dried clothes that now slump around the house, forlornly attempting to dry once more.
And later, I packed our first box for moving. Sweaters and scarves and big woolen jackets.
Take that, Florida.
Today, The Kitchn profiles its 10 most useful kitchen gadgets.
Now I know that by starting as an impecunious college student—then learning most of my cooking abroad where I had minimally furnished kitchens—has made me an idiosyncratic cook. But this list further shows just how offbeat I am. Refer to it, then check out my list of most-used items in my kitchen.
- electric tea kettle: used to boil water for broth, get a head start on pasta boil-water, or, in Uganda, to set below a metal dish of chocolate as a sort of ghetto double-boiler
- iPod touch: all the recipes and conversions you’ll ever need, with its own built-in timer. Plug it into a player, and you have music to keep you company.
- bottle opener: because we were approximately 12 when we got engaged and registered for our kitchen stuff, we picked this little fellow. He never fails to make us laugh.

- a really nice ice cream scoop: another gift from our wedding. I was raised by serious ice cream eating parents who at Lent choose to give up alcohol, rather than the frozen stuff, so this is essential for my emotional well-being.
- our fancy sleek toaster oven: ensuring us toasty bagels, crisp reheated pizza and evenly heated leftovers. I never had one growing up, and knew it was a priority. I use it on average twice a day.
- our even fancier old-fashioned espresso maker: a necessity for John. It’s also good to have one really nice piece of equipment to make something special for guests. And because it has a milk foamer, we can also make chai lattes and such. Plus, it looks really cool on the counter.
- compost bucket: It’s changed the way we deal with waste, especially in this house without a garbage disposal. When I keep it cleaned out and in sync with the cans of recyclables, we limit our trash to one grocery paper bag a week.
- notepads: I am a list-maker, and without ready paper, I would be adrift in the grocery store
- cloth napkins: We just made the switch last week by turning a length of fabric given to us as a gift in Uganda into a half-dozen batik-fabric napkins, and already love the long-range usefulness
- The Wooden Spoon: Forget whisks and electric mixers. Even forget the other stuff. You can do it all, with just the wooden spoon.
Mark Regnerus, Freedom to Marry Young
Some of this is fantastic, and some is pretty sketch. I married at 22, and was fortunate to come from a family, a geographical region, and a faith that all support young marriages, but I have friends who face a lot of criticism for choosing to wed young. It’s a funny world.
There’s something that smacks of the universal loneliness and exhilaration of being a new college freshman here, and I had a pretty ideal roommate experience (unlike the narrator).