Vicous Manipulations

Cracking up. I might just be a bit "cracked up". But I reckon that these egg shells are beautiful and I saw an eerie quality of beauty in their broken form. Maybe that's because I can identify with an egg. Hard on the outside, yet very fragile, a gooey mess on the inside. (Also filled with protein and life). Some people meet me and probably get the impression that I am extremely cold and standoffish, contrarily others meet a really outgoing and happy person. People are like eggs. I am an egg. (I'm one glass of wine away from Paul McCartney singng "I am the Eggman coo coo cuchoo..") An eggshell is just the outer layer, and as tough as we think we are.. if you drop us enough times, we won't bounce back, we'll fall into a yellow puddle on your kitchen floor. But if you take care of us and hold us gently, you can neatly crack us open, and make Eggs Benedict for breakfast. Or maybe you'll pour us into a bowl of brownie batter and cook at at 375 degrees, bringing chocolaty goodness and love to those around us. Just don't me take me out of the fridge unless you are going to handle me with care.

He's a spoon. A pretty green spoon. Scoop scoop scoop. I like spoons, more than forks, more than knives. I like spoons for my tea, and ice cream, and soup. I might be able to live off of soup, ice cream, English breakfast tea, and salad. But I would need a good spoon. I would use chop sticks for my salad, if I didn't have a fork. But only if they were reusable chop sticks, not chop sticks that were made from old growth forests, because their production might have contributed to global warming (inadvertently through the destruction of the trees). I really care about global warming, and i read a decent amount of books and articles on it, and I recycle, but I really really hate people who wear shirts that say "I recycle" or "Recycle Recycle Recycle" or "Be Green" and my ultimate favourite "I Recycle Boys". Your shirts were probably manufactured in Thailand by a ten year old girl who got paid 13 cents an hour and got beat for taking too many bathroom breaks.

I take home paper and boxes from my office and get ridiculed daily by obnoxious Long Island guidos for being a stupid hippie. That's love for the planet. Boycotting Dunkin Donuts because they use an egregious amount of Styrofoam in spite of the fact that they have the best coffee around, that's love for the planet. I can't even get started on Starbucks. I can't and and I won't. I miss living in Sydney and Boulder and Breckenridge and having my flat whites served to me in eco- friendly cups, or better yet, giving a barista with dreadlocks my reusable coffee mug, and receiving a smile with my espresso.

I love bubbles, obviously. But not in my lattes. No froth, no foam. Just steamed milk. Why is it so hard to make a latte flat? Flat white, as they call it in Australia, its self explanatory. If I wanted a foamy beverage of fluff, I would have ordered a cappuccino. Seriously.

711 now offers only paper cups. That brings joy to my mundane life. I also thoroughly enjoyed the McCain/Obama coffee cup tally. Way to go 711, props for making people pick a cup and get involved with politics. Too bad they didn't make a green cup with Nader's name on it.

Lips. Looks like lips. Luscious big slips. Yum. I have to stop blogging. I'm at a dinner party and I'm being a really bad guest. The attendees at this party just got really random. Damn it. I wasn't in the mood for this.