Pinterest

I can’t remember where exactly I’d heard about Pinterest, but I applied for an invitation, got one, and am now going hog-wild over being able to create inspirational pinboards.

For a long time, I’d been hoarding images of interiors that I loved on my own hard drive, and upon the advent of my computer woes in November, I realized that if anything catastrophic was planned for and I hadn’t taken necessary precautions, I’d have been in trouble.  I like that I can keep the images on someone else’s server, I have wide access to more images than just through Google and my RSS feed, and it works pretty seamlessly.

For now, the only drawbacks are a) no widgets through Pinterest directly, and b) no easy backing up option of your pins (Backupify would be my go-to…).

Some of my boards for your viewing pleasure:

Right now, I believe that it is still invitation-only, so if I can hook you up with a Pinterest invite, I’d be more than happy to.  Contact me through the comments section, or through my email: styckywycket at gmail dot com.

Day Zero Project: Eat a Type of Sushi I’m Normally too Afraid to Try

image courtesy of thinkDraw

I like to think of myself as someone who enjoys and appreciates sushi, despite the fact that I don’t care for fish.  I’ll either order it raw in a sushi roll, or I’ll order it battered and fried, a la fish and chips.  But if there’s a waiter recommending I try the swordfish steak…erm, no thanks.

I’ve tried a few different types of sushi (uni, sea urchin – too much of a texture thing to try again; unagi, eel – too rich to eat regularly), but I like to stick with my old favorites: tempura shrimp and maguro, tuna.  I created this particular Day Zero goal to again break myself out of my sushi comfort zone.

I thought that I would try the tako sushi (octopus, pictured above) because I love calamari and thought that tako would be the mildest one to try.  Turns out, I don’t really care for tako in the style on a sushi roll, but I do love it “pickled” with rice vinegar.

Charlie and I had it before we knew what it was at Sasa, and we kept saying, “Is this razor clam? I think it’s razor clam.  It has to be razor clam!”  It’s not goddamn razor clam.  We only figured this out when we went the next week to Otani and had the same dish, but saw the little Cheerio-suckers on it.  Color us cultured.

All-in-all, I’m glad I tried it, but I think I’ll be sticking to my old standards for now, until the mood strikes me for some hokki gai or some hirame. Who knows?

Birthday

 

Last night, my family and I celebrated the day of my birth with drinks before dinner, birthday brownie, strawberry shortbread, and presents.

Since my brother is now a fully-certified bartender, he made me a Flaming B52 for me to blow out and take before my I blew out the candles on my birthday brownie (I do not care for cake because I do not care for icing.  For the last 8 or so years, I’ve been having birthday brownie).

It was interesting, to say the least, to have to fight drunken stupor in front of the two people who provided you with the opportunity to have a birthday, and a third who also happens to share your DNA, whilst opening presents.

But I think the best part about having the flaming shot, or any intricately-made drink for that matter, is the amount of ceremony and presentation that goes into it.  I found it to be immensely charming, if not a little bit terrifying.

I’m really excited about the gift my brother gave me: he had my Michael Symon-signed menu from Lola framed for me.  For years, it had been sitting in my parents buffet table, because I never had time or the gumption to get it framed.  He and the framer even matched the mat to the orange that is used on Lola’s website.

I love it, and I’m so excited to hang it.

Where “The Boy” will now be known as “Charlie”

…Which has been his childhood nickname that I’ve recently picked up.  It’s just easier to call him Charlie rather than The Boy.  So there.

Onwards.

On Sundays, Charlie and I meet at his parents house where we have Sunday Night Dinner – it’s a nice way of spending time with them and bonding.  I enjoy it.

This Sunday, Charlie’s mom was bound and determined to celebrate my birthday before the day, even though the Sunday after was closer.  She made me my favorite dinner at their house: steak, fried noodles, veggies, fruit.  She even made a special concession, since I don’t like birthday cake with frosting: she made me brownies, without frosting, which is the way they like them. She dusted them with confectioners sugar and gave me pink candles.

And yes, even though they mocked me for my affinity for “subpar” brownies and pink, it was very thoughtful, and I really enjoyed it.

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Rock Bottom

Right now, my very expensive lifestyle gym and I are going through a trial separation.

I’ve never been a “fitness for the sake of fitness” person.  I don’t really like working out, I don’t like forcing myself to go to the gym, I don’t know how far I can push myself.  I enjoyed horseback rising when I was a kid – which is an intensely physical sport.  But I let that go when I was 14, I returned to it briefly when I was 21, and have had to put it on hiatus for the time being because it’s so expensive – even if you aren’t showing.

No, my “enjoyment” of fitness is purely for vanity’s sake: I want abs and buns you can bounce a quarter off of.

The Boy made huge and radical changes to his lifestyle in 2009 after quitting smoking and dropping over 60 pounds.  He changed the entire way he lived his life from food to fitness, and maintains a daily commitment to that goal.  I, however, haven’t made that life change. There’s 50% of me that really wants to be ripped; but another 50% of me that finds it way more to my suiting to eat that second helping of lobster mac and cheese.

And therein lies the problem: I haven’t hit “rock bottom” on my lifestyle change.  The only way I finally quit smoking in November of 2009, was I failed at trying to quit a lot (a lot), and finally said, “That’s it, I’m sick of this. I can’t keep living like this.”

And I quit.  Cold turkey, I quit smoking.  I haven’t been back. I haven’t looked at a cigarette, I haven’t tried a cigarette.  There’s no “Social Smoker Julia.” Now, I am a non-smoker, and I couldn’t even imagine going back to smoking.

I just wonder what I need to do to get that same level of lifestyle commitment with fitness.