Walls of Jericho

Wrapped up Season 1 of Jericho a while ago, which was really intensely awesome. Jericho is about a little town in Kansas that survives the nuclear bombing of 23 US cities and is completely cut off from the world-- by the way, this isn't international terror, it's domestic. They spend six months trying to hold up, keep fed, and find out what happened until a new government is built and the military comes through to take everything over and rebuild the country. The next town over, New Bern where a munitions plant is, starts a war with Jericho over food. Second season is all about reconstruction, just started on CBS I think this year.

A lot of people are saying that the way to do things now would be to wipe out debt, let everyone start over from zero, and I think that Jericho is an extreme example of why that wouldn't be a great idea. What happens? The guys with guns take over everything.

Anyway, I got a little bit of picking up done and redid the palate on my bed. It would appear that there was kind of a box spring sort of deal at the bottom over the support slats and it was so worn down that the slats in the box spring dealie were sticking up. I flipped it over, and so now there's something going down the middle of the bed, but I have one of those old gym-type mats and a slice of the bumpy foam that goes right down the middle, so it isn't too bad and the rest of the bed is MUCH more comfortable now. I also found out that the extralong sheets that I had in the dorm, which I almost gave to the sal army, fit the futon with a little room which makes it easy to keep all the padding on the futon.

I don't feel too much like cooking this week, so I'm just laying low. It's been drizzling all day and cooling off, so I've been feeling less inclined to take a walk. It'll warm back up by midweek and I'll try to make the best of it then, including finally fixing the exhaust leak.

Valerie put up more pictures of Analia, who's getting so big and walking on her own now! I wish Jeremy and I could have gotten out there to see them when we were still working for the airlines. Singapore's a couple few stone's throw away!

I also still haven't found a job, which is getting more and more stressful. I know I'm one of 6,000 people who are all perfectly qualified to do one job or another and can't get even the ones they're overqualified for, but... man. It's kinda nervewracking. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed, so say a prayer and send me happy thoughts-- I need everything I can get! Jeremy's taking about buying me a plane ticket down there, and you can actually get a great deal with Expedia with that flexible travel dates thing. If I fly in to Orlando, Wednesday to Wednesday, I can get a ticket for like $169! That's only about $30 more than the gas money to get to Daytona Beach. Not too shabby, really. Plus, if I get in early that morning, I could take a bus or taxi in to town and see Prof. Newman for lunch which would be fantastic! We'll see. I hate for him to spend more money than he needs, but I guess it's just as unfair for him to not see me as it is for me not to see him.

That's it for now, possibly more tomorrow.

Naan-- it cures all ills

In the midst of trying to figure out what on earth I'm going to do with my car since it apparently has an exhaust leak and I don't have my handy dandy boyfriend to fix it, nor do I have any money, I decided I needed Naan. There's a little Indo Pak groceries up the street and so I stopped in and picked up some frozen garlic naan, completely missing the fresh stuff until after I had gotten in the checkout line. It took a lot of maneuvering to get to the line, too. I'm sure a market in real India is much more chaotic, but for the tiny little grocery, there were too many carts, babies, and (yes) jackhammers for the space. No worries, though, I liked it there. The smells were great, the people completely unbothered by anything else-- it was nice. I also was reminded how much easier it'll be to cook different stuff now that I'm back in Atlanta than it ever was in Memphis. I did, however, forget my mole sauce and curry mix at Jeremy's.

It was a somewhat stressful day, apparently I'm psychic which is a bigger burden than I thought it might be, but things will settle soon enough. Mom and I are going to look at houses and apartments, and hopefully by this time next month I'll have my own room and our bathroom will be at least mildly more functional than this one. I do enjoy my bed, though. I have a daybed in the living room next to the windows that look out on to the street. The neighborhood is quiet, but since it's not a dead end like Westchester, there's still through traffic to watch. Loads more bikes than I remember from a few years ago, so hopefully that bodes well for possible mechanics jobs in Atlanta-- it would be nice if we don't have to go anywhere near Memphis again, we're both pretty sick of that city.

Anyway, I'm watching Jericho (which is awesome) and considering thawing out a chicken breast to cook up with some herbs de provance or something. Since it would appear my family's new version of dinner is cereal and whatever the heck my brother decides to dig up for himself. This will have to change.