Amy and Jamie and Food (blog)

The food blog has just begun.  It will be a collaborative effort between Jamie and myself involving food, cooking, photography, experimentation, failure.  After several months of development (read: brief conversations about starting the blog), we started the blog several days after our self-imposed deadline.  Please read!

In other personal news: I have been accepted into the MLIS program at Indiana University.  Which means (dunh dunh dunh) that I have a place to go in the fall!  I knew it was coming, but there is now an end in sight.  Although this one is still often obscured by the too-bright February sun (spring in winter!) or the foam of one too many lattes, there is an end.  It only follows that I will also be accepted elsewhere.  Even if not, I like the program at IU and will enthusiastically move to Bloomington in August. 

I will also be leaving my wonderful, temporary, frigid basement/dungeon room of the last ten months and cohabiting with Jamie soon.  We've sewn curtains.  Watch out.

Ayyyy, Cochecito

My car now sits in front of my house.  I received a call from the SPD during work, telling me that my car was found about five blocks from my house.  Weird, because it wasn't parked here when it was stolen and... wtf?  Why not joy ride it at least a little further away?  At least out of north Seattle or something.  Nothing was stolen (thank goodness the scuffed cds and old blanket were still there!).  The plastic around the steering column is gone, leaving wires and such indecently exposed.  The ignition doesn't work with the key, but after a little investigation, I figured out how to start it and why it's so easy to steal Civics.  Come on, Honda!  So I drove it home, and I hope it doesn't get stolen again--like a silver, Japanese sitting duck.

It's all strange.  There was barely any gas gone, nothing taken, not even the low quality cd player (that's probably why).  Now I get to deal with the insurance company and getting it fixed. 

My favorite part: the radio was tuned to Kube 93.3.  This makes me believe that it was several high school boys.

Hasta luego, Mexico

Once again, that letdown.  I'm back in Seattle, after an incredible trip, wanting to be back where I was twenty-four hours ago.  Of course, there will be next times, many of them.  As I left one wonderful place after another, I lamented the parting, consoling myself with, "Next time."  It is part promise, to the place, that I will return and uncover more.  It is part promise to myself, that I can find this feeling again.  The sentimentality, so soon forgotten.  I'm not sure if I have time in my life, were I to travel until the end, to experience everything I want to see, and return to the places to which I have whispered this promise.  During each step of the return journey (bus to Puerto Vallarta, airport, boarding plane), Jamie and I looked at each other, daring the other to make the choice not to return home so soon.  At a different juncture, I would not have returned so easily.  Alas, here I am.  How responsible.

I am left with daydreams of overnight buses to Mexico City, mole in Oaxaca, Mayan ruins in the Yucatan, arches on the Baja Peninsula.  Next time.