Losing Friends

The only friend I have made in Milwaukee is currently packing his possessions in an anticipated move to Brussels, and it really sucks.

Living in a city so large, finding people to hang out with is vicious difficult. It's impossible to meet someone who's an intellectual match, who you can talk about music and literature with without sounding like pretentious assholes who're just listing names for the sake of listing names, who appeciates good beer, and you feel comfortable hanging out and being lamepants with. I haven't found many friends through the University, or through MKE's massive bar scene. I got lucky finding friends living right across the hall from me in my new building.

I hate to sacrifice good conversation, I like to extract as much pleasure(wow, that sounds dirty) from the people I find interesting, to make the best of them. I feel that I didn't get enough time to chill with Adien and his cousin Dutch. I feel like there are so many facsinating people that I didn't give enough of my time to.

Find Salvation Elsewhere

Sometimes I feel like some men treat me as if I'm their salvation, like I lead to some new path, or I can solve their creative problems. If you want me to be a fucking muse, I charge $10 bucks an hour laddies. I'm not here to solve anyone's problems, and putting me up on a pedestal is not going to get you into my pants. I'm having problems keeping my life from shaking apart, and I don't have time to play consultant. The only life I'm looking to change is mine.

What Is This?

What is this? I feel... like I miss Eau Claire.

For the majority of the time I was living there I was completely miserable. But some memories grow sweet in my mind, like crossing the deadly Clairemont Ave for cigarettes or an alcohol run with Pete. Stopping in Murray Hall to hang out with Sean and Dylan. Taking Nico, the cutest dog in the world, for walks through Carson Park. Hanging out with Erin at midnight eating Jello and talking about nothing. Criticizing architecture with Jess. The way my room smelled. Sitting on the stoop with cheap wine. Ordering delivery from the Chinese place three blocks away. New Amsterdam Gin. Morning shows at SRI with AJ.

I wonder if in a year, my memories of Milwaukee will be half as precious.

Mistake

I lent an ex-junkie money tonight. I hope he was telling me the truth, but part of me jsut knows he's going to buy some more alcohol. I am such a pushover.

Spotted on Route 30!!

I just sat next to Dr. Who on the bus!




Ain't it a bummer when you forget where you parked the TARDIS?

Full Fat Forever!!

So, you know what crazy invention they've got out now? Light Butter. It's butter- but somehow 'light'. It's not like margarine or Can't Believe It's Not Lard, true.

Want to know what the second ingredient is?

WATER.

Holy Crap! I'm picturing a massive grease explosion the minute this shit hits a hot pan. Then comes the list of the things that go into the Modified Food Starch that keeps it shape. Who else is freaked by the phrase "Modified Food Starch"? It doesn't even hint at what it's made from. If it's not corn or soy-- what else is it? Most of the American diet is corn, definitely pick up a copy of the Omnivore's Dilemma.

Frankly, I'm not touching this stuff. My roommate can eat as much as she likes, I'm sticking with my full fat butter. It tastes fantastic, and the ingredient list is only two (or three, depending on the brand) items long. She also drinks skim milk, which tastes like water to me. I prefer whole milk or two percent, and organic. It just tastes better, with your cereal, your coffee, in your baked goods.

Give me a good stout, and keep that Miller Lite far far away. A coffee stout if you've got it. Regular, not decaf.

What are the benefits of replacing the things you really enjoy eating with substitutes that you don't really care for? The Fat fills you up, which makes you eats less, unlike the replacement stuff that leave you hungry for more.