Wanting, wishing...


...that I was vacationing in England. Hanging out in pubs, eating lots of doughy, bready things. Visiting friends, working on my accent. And eventhough it's so cheap to fly there now, I probably can't afford it. Let alone, where the hell would I stay? Hostels are pretty cheap for private rooms, even cheaper for dorm style rooms.

Sigh. But I'm here, and I'll try to make the best of it. Really though, it's almost the weekend and there's so much for me to do. Dog class, chores (so many piles of clothes), front porch beer drinking, movie watching. Yep. Pretty full schedule there.

That thing your mom used to make.



In my ongoing effort (okay, but only when I feel obsessed with it) to define what it is that I love about Sacramento, I've come back around to the feeling that if you are from here, you inherently "get it" but what is "it?" I don't know and probably can't tell you. But my love for Sacramento goes beyond the delta breeze on summer evenings (is that the name of a douche?), Nationwide Meats, inside jokes and funny bands. It's more like that weird, comfort food dish that your family makes (hello, Leon...hamburger pie?), an aquired taste, I guess.

Speaking of aquired tastes, I made a big breakfast on Sunday. Menudo, part tres. This batch came out too spicy and my poor guests were probably suffering some mad heartburn later. Sorry dudes, not my fault! It was the lame chili powder from Whole Foods.

At rest



A rare moment of stillness from Sacramento's most wound-up dog. Poor Riblet hasn't been able to hit the dog park lately because her parents are d-e-a-d-b-e-a-t-s. Well, mostly her parents are just exhausted from working so hard to support her one-a-day plush toy habit. Man, this dog is mad for the squeaker and will rip anything apart just to get at it!

In attempt to forget about my worries and get absorbed in someone elses for a change, I'm really trying to get out and catch Miranda July's feature film at the Tower. Uh, I hope someone will let me in. It looks like it might lack the Northwest lecture flavor, which in case you didn't know, I'm violently allergic to. Plus, it's Miranda July! Maker of such hits as: F-F-F-F-F-ATE! and the namesake of this blog.

Hot enough to boil a dog's brain.



The heat is back dudes! In case you haven't heard, heat is HOTT right now. Sweltering 100+ days, frosty cold brews...it's Sacramento Summertime.

If Sacramento could talk it would say: "Seriously guys, don't act all surprised or anything. It's July and in this town it gets hot. So I would appreciate it if you would just lay off the whole cursing the weather thing because I can't do a damn thing about it without my flaky friend The Delta Breeze. Dude! Where has she been? She left a few days ago to go get a pack of smokes and she doesn't come back? WTF?"