Surprise surprise. I’ve taken my culinary challenge seriously and have since made soy chocolate mousse (though I’ve recently read a lot of horrifying reports about soy and will now use rice and almond milk instead) and whole wheat penne in vodka sauce.
Tonight I’ll be dining at Fugaku with the friends I mentioned a few entries ago. I am ecstatic to see them again and have a night of great conversation in the best possible company. There’s a new hot pot restaurant on Rt. 9 that just opened that my manicurist Michelle was telling me about. Apparently its fairly good (in comparison to her favorites in Allston and China Town). I love trying out new places.
This week I had my nails painted a very subdued “Yes We Can, Pink” – Essie’s Breast Cancer awareness hue (I had no idea at the time).
Yesterday as I was driving to a local thrift store to find a few additions to my fall wardrobe, I had the sunroof open and felt so incredibly happy seeing the changing leaves. Fall in the New England has a magical quality that you can’t go anywhere else for. Transplants (that’s what I call people that move to Massachusetts) are quick to talk about our unpredictable weather or shoddy driving, however when you think about it, that could describe anywhere in the U.S. I wouldn’t trade my four seasons for the constant threat of devastating earthquakes/hurricanes, 6 days of solid rain, or humidity so bad that every day would be a bad hair day (or 4 product day for that matter).
I now find my weekends to be such a luxury. Those first waking moments on a Saturday are heaven. Knowing I don’t need to throw on my sneakers or turn the switch on the coffee pot right away, but can instead snuggle back into my down and enjoy either more sleep, or whatever else I decide.
I did well in my shopping this week, this haul included: a plaid skirt (since per usual for fall, plaid is so of the moment), a gorgeous over-sized cream colored fisherman’s sweater for lounging around the house, a faux rabbit stole that is amazing – one of the best finds in quite some time.
A bronze cropped cape, a blue and pink silk scarf to liven up my somewhat neutral wardrobe, two oxfords, a bright blue cardigan and bronze pointed toe flats that are everything I’ve been dreaming of and more (comfort first and foremost and chic).
I’ve been adding even more books to my Nook and am excited at the prospect of all they have to offer me.
Lions of Kandahar by Rusty Bradley
I am a bit nervous to read this but having read somewhat similar books in my Public Policy classes, it interests me to no end.
Happiness at Work by Srikumar S. Rao
I don’t find myself unhappy, but further insight can never hurt.
Sixty Million Frenchmen Can’t be Wrong by Jean-Benoit Nadeau
I look to the French for all types of inspiration, fashion, food, literature and music especially.
The Tales of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Dr. Seuss and Philosophy: Oh, the Thinks You Can Think! by Jacob Held
I love the ways people tie the ordinary or unexpected to philosophy. I am slowly building my non-academic philosophy library, away from Descartes, Bentham, Kant and Aristotle.
One of my superiors at work told me that part of his weekend included reading his sons paper on Capital Punishment and it instantly reminded me of an angst-ridden piece I wrote for one of my philosophy classes pleading my well researched case. I searched for that paper within my google documents to no avail but know it is on my old laptop (that is in need of a new battery, so much so that it will not turn on now without a replacement). I did stumble upon quite a few other papers and was shocked at how well-written they were. It makes me want to begin writing exercises again (I currently have excellent resources to do so) because reading even a few excerpts of those papers made me realize what I am capable if I am willing to cultivate the talent.
Have a wonderful Sunday Funday! I plan to workout now as I’ve indulged far too much this past week and weekend. Yesterday I even had a soy mocha frappucino, something I haven’t had in years!
XOXO
