"when i go" by over the rhine
it makes a difference
when you walk through a room
with that worrisome smile
road weary perfume
but this isn't the place
and it isn't the time
for this beautiful delusion
that is robbing me blind
i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when i go
it makes a difference
that i'm feeling this way
with plenty to think about
and so little to say
except for this confession
that is poised on my lips
i'm not letting go of God
I'm just losing my grip
i want to know
i want to know
will it keep you guessing
when i go
what is a love
if the love's not my own
this is not my home
this is lonely
but never alone
i just want to hold you
in my gaze for awhile
so i can remember
every line around your smile
then i want to know
i want to know
will it make a difference
when I go
Friday, June 27, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
mascot
So...about our mascot...
One day, some trendy girls came into Churchill's and ordered matcha. Matcha is something that people think they like because it's trendy, and then when they actually taste it they wonder "do I have to pay hard-earned money for this algae crap?"
So, these two girls ordered a pot of green algae (note: Matcha is not actually algae. Its similarity to pond scum merely refers to appearance and taste. Matcha is actually real tea). To make Matcha, which is powdered green tea bearing an uncanny appearance to dried pond scum, you have to whip it up with boiling hot water in a bowl to create a toxic-looking green froth. Then you add more hot water and whip it some more and put it in a teapot, add more water, and serve it up to the trendy girls who then take one sip and leave the rest untouched. So, a lot of slimy green residue is left in the pottery Matcha bowl.
Said bowl found its way to the kitchen where Allison and I were cooking, and Quinton was washing dishes. Quinton, being the inventive and sanitary dishwasher that he is, began using the Matcha goo to make football lines under his eyes, as well as a mustache.
Immediately, we all began to sing: "Matcha Matcha man...I wanna be a Matcha man..."
And then Jill ran to get some paper and render her own anime-style artistic version of our newly created mascot: MATCHA MAN.
I probably did not need five paragraphs to tell that story, but I really wanted to stress how much like algae Matcha looks and to discourage people to never, ever order it in a tea room, no matter how many celebrities swear by it. Please understand that celebrities have lots and lots of money to throw away on culinary delights such as Matcha and Foie Gras (because after all, who wouldn't want force-fed goose liver?).
Ciao.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
37 minutes late
Deryck was supposed to get off work at 9:00 and now it's 9:37 and he has still not called, which means he's still working. I'm sure Best Buy is a fantastic corporation but I WILL NOT endorse it.
...well, is there such a thing as a fantastic corporation? That's a prime example of an oxymoron, though I disapprove of the word "oxymoron" because it's overused. Not half as badly as "random". That word should be eradicated from planet earth, along with "lol". I used to feel the same way about "woot" but the word has grown on me because it has such a funny sound. I think of it as what all the cool owls say, such as Hedwig and Pigwidgeon.
40 minutes late.
I had a rotten day at work today. Having said that, I must compare working for an independently-owned, completely unique business versus working for a store owned by a huge corporation who sends impersonal memos about rules and The Bottom Line, etc. While working for K (my boss) is erratic, unpredictable and frustrating, and sometimes makes me want to set things on fire, the pros really do outweigh the cons.
For example: at Churchill's, my coworkers understand that I am good at English and grammar, and that I have my share of artistic talent, etc. K regularly enlists my help on the "art" projects at Churchill's, such as redesigning the private party room. I am frequently called upon to make signs, banners, posters, decorations, and even the occasional paper costume for our mascot.
Speaking of mascots. In my next post I'll tell you about ours and how he came about.
As I write this (47 minutes past 9:00), the Cincinnati Reds either just won the game or just hit a home run, because I can hear the fireworks from the stadium at the riverfront.
This has gone on long enough.
Love, Anna
...well, is there such a thing as a fantastic corporation? That's a prime example of an oxymoron, though I disapprove of the word "oxymoron" because it's overused. Not half as badly as "random". That word should be eradicated from planet earth, along with "lol". I used to feel the same way about "woot" but the word has grown on me because it has such a funny sound. I think of it as what all the cool owls say, such as Hedwig and Pigwidgeon.
40 minutes late.
I had a rotten day at work today. Having said that, I must compare working for an independently-owned, completely unique business versus working for a store owned by a huge corporation who sends impersonal memos about rules and The Bottom Line, etc. While working for K (my boss) is erratic, unpredictable and frustrating, and sometimes makes me want to set things on fire, the pros really do outweigh the cons.
For example: at Churchill's, my coworkers understand that I am good at English and grammar, and that I have my share of artistic talent, etc. K regularly enlists my help on the "art" projects at Churchill's, such as redesigning the private party room. I am frequently called upon to make signs, banners, posters, decorations, and even the occasional paper costume for our mascot.
Speaking of mascots. In my next post I'll tell you about ours and how he came about.
As I write this (47 minutes past 9:00), the Cincinnati Reds either just won the game or just hit a home run, because I can hear the fireworks from the stadium at the riverfront.
This has gone on long enough.
Love, Anna
Saturday, June 7, 2008
looking forward
69 days until the big day. that's less than ten weeks.
so far we have a place picked out and booked, a wedding dress, an officiant, a bridal party, a honeymoon planned, flowers chosen, recessional music...
a lot is done, and a lot remains. wowsers.
my two friends who got engaged the same day as me are already married. i'm a little jealous.
i already know where i'm going to live (i'm sitting in my future living room). i have fuschias, sweet william, and verbena growing on my future balcony.
last night after i left my sleepy fiance's apartment to go home, i decided that i wasn't tired enough to go to bed, so i stayed on w. 8th and cut down to river road for a nice drive along the beautiful ohio. then i turned onto anderson ferry, then delhi pike, and finally back to rosemont and home. there's a stretch of rosemont avenue (incidentally, deryck's apartment is on rosemont) that winds between w. 8th and delhi pike that looks like it takes a detour through the appalachian mountains. it winds through steep wooded hills with a few little ramshackle houses built on stilts into the sides of the hills. and then suddenly you're in the middle of a residential neighborhood with kids playing in the street and you're back in cincinnati. i really like it.
now i have to drive to western hills and buy some things and take deryck his lunch.
ciao!
so far we have a place picked out and booked, a wedding dress, an officiant, a bridal party, a honeymoon planned, flowers chosen, recessional music...
a lot is done, and a lot remains. wowsers.
my two friends who got engaged the same day as me are already married. i'm a little jealous.
i already know where i'm going to live (i'm sitting in my future living room). i have fuschias, sweet william, and verbena growing on my future balcony.
last night after i left my sleepy fiance's apartment to go home, i decided that i wasn't tired enough to go to bed, so i stayed on w. 8th and cut down to river road for a nice drive along the beautiful ohio. then i turned onto anderson ferry, then delhi pike, and finally back to rosemont and home. there's a stretch of rosemont avenue (incidentally, deryck's apartment is on rosemont) that winds between w. 8th and delhi pike that looks like it takes a detour through the appalachian mountains. it winds through steep wooded hills with a few little ramshackle houses built on stilts into the sides of the hills. and then suddenly you're in the middle of a residential neighborhood with kids playing in the street and you're back in cincinnati. i really like it.
now i have to drive to western hills and buy some things and take deryck his lunch.
ciao!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I suck at this
Too much LaRosa's. After church, Deryck and I went out to lunch with Daniel, Becky, Christopher, and Carissa, just like always. The pizza was delicious but I'm so full. LaRosa's Florentine Foccacia pizza is so amazing. The green olives make it outrageously good.
Something else good: coffee. I need me some.
Later,
Anna
Something else good: coffee. I need me some.
Later,
Anna
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Taste
I traveled south for Taste of Cincinnati this past weekend.
Talk about sensory overload! We were nearly crushed by the crowd, and definitely crushed underfoot were an infinity of Ritz cracker sample packets, Advil scratch cards, and a sticky mixture of spilled beer, dirt, and food drippings.
The funny thing? I didn't even eat anything. I tried a bite of Deryck's Thai curry puff, but that's the extent of it. It was delish: sweet and salty and spicy. Mmmmm.
The most fun was standing in the back of a funk cover band concert with Deryck, Andy, and Bill. A great many drunk people of a wide range of backgrounds were dancing in the front. I have never seen such an eclectic mix so happy and oblivious. Gotta love people!
Talk about sensory overload! We were nearly crushed by the crowd, and definitely crushed underfoot were an infinity of Ritz cracker sample packets, Advil scratch cards, and a sticky mixture of spilled beer, dirt, and food drippings.
The funny thing? I didn't even eat anything. I tried a bite of Deryck's Thai curry puff, but that's the extent of it. It was delish: sweet and salty and spicy. Mmmmm.
The most fun was standing in the back of a funk cover band concert with Deryck, Andy, and Bill. A great many drunk people of a wide range of backgrounds were dancing in the front. I have never seen such an eclectic mix so happy and oblivious. Gotta love people!
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