{"id":363,"date":"2006-01-08T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-09T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=444"},"modified":"2006-01-08T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-01-09T06:00:00","slug":"lazy-is-the-new-productive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=363","title":{"rendered":"lazy is the new productive."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Good <strike>morning<\/strike> afternoon, sunshine.<\/p>\n<p \/>It&#8217;s sunny for once! This reminds me that I will be on a beach very very soon!! No, I&#8217;m not gloating.<\/p>\n<p \/>So, let&#8217;s see where we left off. Last week, I was in crazy-cleaning mode. I finished the closet-emptying and reorganizing, and ended up with a whole pile of stuff I no longer needed, not to mention a few empty shelves and drawers. It&#8217;s funny how much you can accumulate in a year. The original plan was to set it aside for a garage sale, but I had nowhere to store it. Then I thought I would donate it. Then I realized that maybe people I knew might like it and want to give it a good home.<\/p>\n<p \/>So I asked them. I took photos of everything and posted it all on LJ. Everything was free, they just had to come pick it up. I had about 15 large items, and a pile of books. The stuff was claimed within half an hour. I couldn&#8217;t believe it. So since then, people have been stopping over to get their things. They seem really into it, and I&#8217;m excited that they&#8217;ll enjoy the stuff.<\/p>\n<p \/>Friday night, Chris and I went to Blue Nile for awesome Ethiopian food. I love that place, and it&#8217;s kind of weird that it&#8217;s so huge and almost always empty. We had the sampler that&#8217;s served on a gigantic piece of injera, the flatbread that&#8217;s kind of like a thin, spongy pancake. There&#8217;s something about Middle Eastern and African food that&#8217;s really satisfying in a communal sense&#8230; you just put a big variety of spreads and fillings in the center of a table, and everybody grabs a piece of flatbread and eats. I love it. Of course, we now want to make Ethiopian food.<\/p>\n<p \/>Also, I&#8217;ve been wanting one of those low tables where people sit on pillows or little stools around it. I&#8217;m kind of tired of eating dinner on the couch or floor and having Chloe stomping all over you (not that she wouldn&#8217;t try to with a low table, but still). Our server said that his mom has one like that, and told us we could find them at the Somali market in St Paul.<\/p>\n<p \/>We went to see <i>In Cold Blood<\/i> at the Uptown afterward. Holy crap, that&#8217;s a depressing movie. It wasn&#8217;t really very dated, either, except for their high-tech forensic techniques (&#8216;Look what showed up on this photo when we took it with a <i>flash<\/i>!!!&#8217;) It ends with the murderers being hanged; you see the second guy drop from the gallows, him hanging there for a second, and then the movie is over. No credits or anything. It&#8217;s jarring.<\/p>\n<p \/>Saturday, I was doing house things and finishing up my apartment work. I went and bought a truckload of vegetables and made the largest pot of chili ever. My sister and I tried to go see <i>Munich<\/i>, but it was sold out, because nobody can think of anything to do this time of year when it&#8217;s so damn gloomy outside. I printed a million vacation photos, then got to work on the thing I&#8217;d been putting off forever due to pure suckiness: rebuilding my old server. It had been dead of a virus, so I gave it to Bertine to take the good stuff out, then took the box back to do two things:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Store my backups<\/li>\n<li>Be in charge of the internet and wireless so I don&#8217;t have this stupid black cable running across my apartment floor.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I don&#8217;t think that&#8217;s asking too much, do you? No. But the server seems to think otherwise.<\/p>\n<p \/>First, one of the NICs appears to be dead. The shortened technical explanation for the implications of this is as follows: that sucks. I can&#8217;t set it up the way it used to work. Also, the wireless router is being a bitch (also a technical term). I have scrapped the server-resurrection plan for now, as it hurts my former-network-admin pride. I don&#8217;t remember <i>anything<\/i> anymore, and dislike putting a lot of effort into something that&#8217;s supposed to just do its thing and be dumb.<\/p>\n<p \/>Anyway! By Saturday evening, I was immensely irritated about being in my house for a few consecutive hours, so I started pestering Kaye. She happened to be up the street at Mollie&#8217;s, so I walked up there. I hung out with them for a while and walked back home around midnight. It got about 500% colder while I was there, and wearing open-backed shoes all of a sudden became a really terrible idea.<\/p>\n<p \/>Sunday, Chris and I went to the Somali market, except it had disappeared. We ended up touring St Paul (the cheddar and bourbon twin), then Minneapolis. We went to Ax-Man, a halal market (which had injera! yay!), Whole Foods, then another grocery. He made little pizzas again, and then we were lazy. In fact, it was a pretty lazy weekend in general. And you know what? I don&#8217;t get enough of lazy. It&#8217;s about time.<\/p>\n<p \/>In other news, Team Boobylicious is working on its next couple of fundraisers. The current plan is to do truffles for Valentine&#8217;s Day, which I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ll be hearing about soon. Also, I have asked the catholic-bowling people to donate their space for a fundraiser sometime this spring. Who wouldn&#8217;t go bowling for boobies? Nobody, that&#8217;s who.<\/p>\n<p \/>Til we meet again,<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n<p \/>P.S. Now that my tattoo is healed, here is a <a href='http:\/\/www.runawaytruck.com\/storage\/mplstattoo.jpg' target='tattoo'>marginally better photo<\/a>. I LOVE IT.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align='center'>\n<table border='0' width='400' style='border:1px dotted #cccccc;' cellpadding='8'>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<div align='center'><b>your questions, answered<\/b><\/div>\n<p \/><i>q:<\/i><br \/>You seem pretty cool. 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