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Dulce de LecheA woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine & becoming viands. |
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Friday, April 3, 1998
The title above refers to a new Haagen-Dazs ice cream flavor I discovered today. (Some readers have told me that they like it when I talk about food.) Dulce de Leche literally means "sweet milk," I think. The ice cream is caramel-flavored, with caramel brown sugar swirls. I always like that burnt sugar flavor, almost smoky! Some mouthfuls tasted like a Sugar Daddy lollipop. When I was in high school, flan was a popular dessert at my boyfriend's family's house, custard with a burnt sugar topping. When I bought the ice cream, the Seven-Eleven clerk asked me if it was good, since he hadn't noticed it before. I said, "I haven't tried it yet. But how could it be bad?" And indeed, it was very good.
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Meta-talk and Linkage: Burr kindly said he liked this new design today. I agree with him about the banality of left-hand borders, but my experiment in right-hand borders wasn't universally admired. I will try creating such a background image again, but it takes a bit of thinking in Image Composer to do the fade-in, which I think I need to balance the page. And that would have taken longer to do than the one evening I had. I was just pleased that I was able to create the seamless tile, which sometimes isn't so easy for me.
About the mock-hindi font: I showed the font to an indian woman who works as a tester here in the bay, and she thought it was neat, too! I've written to the creator, since he lists it as shareware but doesn't have explicit instructions on how to pay him.
I was also mentioned by Gus today. He was talking about how I had pointed him to a good shareware site. Since I have a mind that retains facts and tidbits of information, I get a kick out of coming up with obscure links and resources for people.
Lynda of Parenthesis picked up on yesterday's reference to her writing ideas pages, and has been inspired to start doing them again. So there I go, spreading sweetness and light all over the net!
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The local public radio station is having what they call "A Festival of Life." Each night they are repeating an episode of "American Life." This is such a cool radio show! A magazine assembled around a different theme each night, with great stories, great voices, found audio tape, etc. If they are doing this in your area, I recommend it! Or you can listen on the net. Tonight's episode was called "Something for Nothing."
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I went to a dance tonight sponsored by the Savoy Swing Club. I've been a member since a few weeks ago, but the dance was open to the public. The band was the Portage Bay Big Band, which plays regularly on Sunday and Monday nights, at the Odyssey Restaurant in Ballard (one of our wonderful Seattle neighborhoods). And it truly was a big band, with five reeds, three trombones, and six trumpets! They had a great sound, and the hall was big enough to accomodate them. It took me back to college days, when I played in an jazz band.
I was able to ask enough guys to dance, and enough of them asked me, that I got my fill of dancing. I notice that some of the Savoy Swing club members are experienced enough dancers, but they have their five or six steps that they like to do, and it's always the same. I think I prefer the guys who put some variety in it! I was chatting to one of my favorite partners (and I wish I could remember his name! Next time I'll bring nametags and insist my partners wear them!) and found out that he formerly worked at Microsoft Research, and now is getting his PhD at the University of Washington. He hardly looks old enough to have graduated from college! We were sitting at the side of the dance floor when we were discussing this. I asked him to dance one more with me before I went home, and at first he said he was too tired. Then he took a deep breath, summoned up the last of his strength, and said, "Oh, what the heck! Let's dance!" I howled with laughter, but I took him up on it. As we began dancing, I told him that he could lay back and take it easy. "Never!" he said.
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