So, this is Gertrude Stein:
And uh, this is the Gertrude Stein dress by Kate and Kass (which I very much want but not why I'm showing you the picture, though if you *insist* on buying it for me I'll write you a thank you note in my very best handwriting):
Speaking of popsicles, L. and I have been eating our way through the ice cream freezer at our friendly neighbourhood Japanese grocery store. So far, we've had:
- Chocolate bars
- Milk tea bars
- Mikan (tangerine) bars with real fruit pulp
- Peach soda bars
- Calpis bars
If you really don't know whether the guy buying you drinks at the bar while ogling your chest is on the pull or assessing your potential as the mother of his babies, you could just learn to identify the look of love -- or lust.
"On men, a square jaw, large nose and small eyes are more likely to betray the look of lust than of love." I suppose these men won't LOVE until they've had plastic surgery? Sometimes, I just don't get science.
I know men like their bacon, but will they like this?
I mean, it's bacon and boobs, neither of which requires any explanation. Cosmopolitan magazine should have done this instead of instructing us to tickle our men with feathers or titillate them with pasties.
I wonder whether the bacon brassiere (italics for a Frawnsh accent) was inspired by this gruesome photoshoot on ANTM Cycle 10 where the models had to don clothing made from pieces of meat. Like beef knickers.
Incidentally, the idea of edible underwear baffles me -- do you consume it during foreplay while your partner tries to stifle her laughter as she waits for you to finish chewing, or do you simply administer well-placed bites to remove the cherry-flavoured thong from her body? Either way, it does not sound sexy.
L and I eat quite a lot of brussels sprouts. At least, every time we stop by Veggie Shack (okay, Sigona's in Palo Alto) to pick up groceries for the week, we end up with a little bag of brussels sprouts. A splash of olive oil, a sprinkling of salt and thirty minutes in the oven are all it takes to turn a hated vegetable into crunchy goodness. We almost always end up with leftovers, which is consumed the next day at lunch by one of us.
A while ago, after we had packed our dinner leftovers into a little bento box for L to bring to work the next day, the strangest thing happened. L discovered that whenever he waved his hand in front of his bento box, a little brussels sprout leaf would bob up and down. This went on for quite a while -- long enough for me to locate my camera and take a little video. Neither of us can explain why this is happening. Was it heat or light that was causing this phenomenon? Were our brussels sprouts possessed by a demon? How do you even perform a Google search for this?
Take a look for yourself. There are no camera tricks, I promise you. I took the video remember? The most I can do with my camera is turn off the automatic flash and turn on the macro setting.
If anyone can tell us just what on earth is going on here, I would appreciate it muchly. Perhaps we can rule out demon possession -- none of us had a stomach upset or vomited ectoplasm from our dinner.
