1) Sheena has been inspired recently to cook at home, which for me has the single downside that I have to do the dishes again, but other than that is fantastic. Last night she made salmon poached in chicken broth and white wine, a duck salad with green beans, and a "relish" made with avocado chunks, cherry tomatoes, cilantro, and sesame oil. Yummy. I have been doing my part to uphold an image of suburban domesticity by drinking the occasional can of beer and groaning when it's clear that the time to wash the dishes has arrived. We watched three episodes of six feet under, but got a little too annoyed by Claire's self-absorbed art school professor so had to stop at that. Later we discovered that the Music Choice channels on Comcast can actually be a pretty effective avenue for discovering new music. Pandora is still better though, since you have the ability to skip songs you don't like.
2) This morning we woke up early and caught a matinee showing of the Borat movie, which had just as many completely uncomfortable moments as hilarious ones. Sheena and I agreed that it wasn't a total bomb, but a main detractor was having to watch it in a theater with people who aren't your friends, and whose reasons for laughing hysterically at certain moments were not completely clear. Because of this, I would recommend to those who haven't seen it yet that you just download it and watch it with friends at home instead.
3) Around lunchtime we experienced the injustice of dealing with bossy matriarch-led families at crowded Asian malls during their peak hours. I was waiting in line to order food and Sheena stood scoping for empty tables. After ten minutes of scoping, I saw a man get up and Sheena go over to establish ownership of the table. A 60-something grandmother then came over and informed her that it was "her table", even though she had just seconds ago materialized from one of the aisles of movie rentals. Sheena had no choice but to admit defeat and avoid being trampled by the group of children the woman proceeded to wave over in a celebration of victory. Injustice? Or injustice?
4) After a horrible lunch at Harry's Hofbrau (Munich-style restaurant on Saratoga Ave in San Jose specializing in sauerkraut and lard) we went to get haircuts at Z Salon and then some coffee next door at Bellano. Bellano is a college-town-y, independent cafe, which in the San Jose area is really a find. They even had the XM radio indie rock station playing, which seemed a little odd when combined with the oldster-staring-out-the-window clientele. A song came on that I really liked and I was able to ask the guy working behind the counter what it was. So if any of the following potentially misleading descriptions are appealing to you, you might want to check out mew - the zookeeper's boy: Danish, Royksopp with guitars, epic, bleak, voices echoing through snowy landscapes, music Eli likes.
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I'm going to go out on a limb here, but was the Asian grandmother carrying around any pink plastic bags perhaps?
Yes, a pink plastic bag with a rose and a Thank You on it... and pure evil inside.
german restaurants should never be allowed to open. they are all disgusting.
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