1. Photo

    Mar 17, 2011

    So posting every single day is a bit tough to do, simply because there is not enough variety in my day to post something new every day. It’s a copout, but I’ll try Monday and Friday. In the eyes of Yoda, this is a colossal failing but to say “I’ll try” is the best I can do. Anyways, today’s item of thanksgiving is the delicious clementine. I don’t remember the first time I ate a clementine but I will say that by my junior year of college, this was a full blown addiction where I would sit at my desk and go through crates of them each week. I think I could put a heroin addict to shame. Unfortunately, due to their rising costs, all I can afford/find is the vastly inferior “Cuties” brand of Mandarin oranges. Which is what is pictured. But what can I say about clementine oranges that haven’t already been said about other comparable delicacies such as wagyu beef or beluga caviar or Chicago style hot dogs? Granted, I only have enough money to try one of those things but I think clementine oranges are better than all of them. Nothing gets me through winter better than a perfectly ripe, juicy, sweet but slightly tart, wonderful clementine. Everything from the peeling to the splitting to pull out that stringy part in the middle to the first bite, there is no better eating experience. The nice thing about clementines is that because most of the fruit is liquid, it’s almost impossible to overeat. And if you do ever overeat, you just wait a few minutes, go pee, and then you can start eating more clementines. It’s a more civilized concept of a Roman vomitorium or a more socially acceptable form of bulimia, take your pick. There was also a point in time where I seriously considered naming my daughter “Clementine” but then I figured that’d be falling into the usually Asian trap of setting unrealistically high expectations for your children and dooming them for failure when they find it impossible to live up to said expectations. All things considered, I still think “Clementine” is a name that needs to be used more.

    So posting every single day is a bit tough to do, simply because there is not enough variety in my day to post something new every day. It’s a copout, but I’ll try Monday and Friday. In the eyes of Yoda, this is a colossal failing but to say “I’ll try” is the best I can do. Anyways, today’s item of thanksgiving is the delicious clementine. I don’t remember the first time I ate a clementine but I will say that by my junior year of college, this was a full blown addiction where I would sit at my desk and go through crates of them each week. I think I could put a heroin addict to shame. Unfortunately, due to their rising costs, all I can afford/find is the vastly inferior “Cuties” brand of Mandarin oranges. Which is what is pictured.

    But what can I say about clementine oranges that haven’t already been said about other comparable delicacies such as wagyu beef or beluga caviar or Chicago style hot dogs? Granted, I only have enough money to try one of those things but I think clementine oranges are better than all of them. Nothing gets me through winter better than a perfectly ripe, juicy, sweet but slightly tart, wonderful clementine. Everything from the peeling to the splitting to pull out that stringy part in the middle to the first bite, there is no better eating experience.

    The nice thing about clementines is that because most of the fruit is liquid, it’s almost impossible to overeat. And if you do ever overeat, you just wait a few minutes, go pee, and then you can start eating more clementines. It’s a more civilized concept of a Roman vomitorium or a more socially acceptable form of bulimia, take your pick.

    There was also a point in time where I seriously considered naming my daughter “Clementine” but then I figured that’d be falling into the usually Asian trap of setting unrealistically high expectations for your children and dooming them for failure when they find it impossible to live up to said expectations. All things considered, I still think “Clementine” is a name that needs to be used more.

  2. Photo

    Mar 11, 2011

    So I realized I typed 350 words in my last post even though I said I was going to write 365 and I even used the word 365 somewhere close to 365 times. Oops. Anyways, it’s time for the second post of thanks and this one seems like a cop out. It’s that wonderful institution of food and merchandise known as Meijer. There is not a single store that comes close to Meijer. I know girls love Tiffany’s and want nothing more than that baby blue Tiffany’s box but that’s only the trailer trash girls that don’t know any better. If you really wanna impress the ladies, you gotta wrap that gift up in a Meijer plastic bag. Nothing says “quality” and “amazing” like Meijer. In my college career, I don’t think there’s a store that I spent more money at than Meijer. Considering the amount of “free” candy me and my roommates sampled at that store only makes the amount of money spent even more amazing. A quick rundown of some of the things bought from Meijer that ended up in our apartment include: a turkey, Dr. M soda (Meijer has the best imitation sodas ever), mouthwash, bleach (and other materials needed to clean a flooded toilet), airsoft guns (which we were able to use to their breaking point and return for a full refund), a WWE championship belt, various fruits, beef jerky, that hot pickled sausage you assume no one gets (but is actually pretty good), lots and lots of gummies, and enough juice to drown a fish. Notably absent from this list of purchases are a seven foot Christmas tree, 20 pounds of dog food, a fireplace, and a lemon meringue pie. Someone was a real spoilsport and refused to buy those things. Jerk. There’s just something so wonderful about a place that has every delicacy known to man and staffed with the best workers on Earth. You might think that I’m saying this tongue in cheek, but I’m not. I love Meijer and am incredibly grateful and thankful for whoever made it. If I was in charge of the Nobel Peace Prize, there is no question who I’d give it to.

    So I realized I typed 350 words in my last post even though I said I was going to write 365 and I even used the word 365 somewhere close to 365 times. Oops. Anyways, it’s time for the second post of thanks and this one seems like a cop out. It’s that wonderful institution of food and merchandise known as Meijer. There is not a single store that comes close to Meijer. I know girls love Tiffany’s and want nothing more than that baby blue Tiffany’s box but that’s only the trailer trash girls that don’t know any better. If you really wanna impress the ladies, you gotta wrap that gift up in a Meijer plastic bag. Nothing says “quality” and “amazing” like Meijer.

    In my college career, I don’t think there’s a store that I spent more money at than Meijer. Considering the amount of “free” candy me and my roommates sampled at that store only makes the amount of money spent even more amazing. A quick rundown of some of the things bought from Meijer that ended up in our apartment include: a turkey, Dr. M soda (Meijer has the best imitation sodas ever), mouthwash, bleach (and other materials needed to clean a flooded toilet), airsoft guns (which we were able to use to their breaking point and return for a full refund), a WWE championship belt, various fruits, beef jerky, that hot pickled sausage you assume no one gets (but is actually pretty good), lots and lots of gummies, and enough juice to drown a fish. Notably absent from this list of purchases are a seven foot Christmas tree, 20 pounds of dog food, a fireplace, and a lemon meringue pie. Someone was a real spoilsport and refused to buy those things. Jerk.

    There’s just something so wonderful about a place that has every delicacy known to man and staffed with the best workers on Earth. You might think that I’m saying this tongue in cheek, but I’m not. I love Meijer and am incredibly grateful and thankful for whoever made it. If I was in charge of the Nobel Peace Prize, there is no question who I’d give it to.

  3. Where it all Begins

    Mar 10, 2011

    thankful,
    keyboards
    ramblings
    verbose is not intelligent

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    Someone once told me to be thankful. I realize more and more the wisdom this person had when they told me this. Still, I have a hard time being thankful. I don’t think I’m clinically depressed or anything but I’m definitely down in the dumps so instead of waiting for my circumstances to change, I realized that if I’m not thankful in the bad times, I’m probably not going to be thankful when things get better. So I decided to once a day (hopefully) post something that I’m thankful for.

    Since tumblr is becoming cool and I always wished I was cool, I decided tumblr would be a cool place for this. Plus, it makes it easy to share pictures and doesn’t have all that heavy handed snobbery of Wordpress.

    So my initial idea was to post a picture showing what I was thankful for and maybe a quick blurb, and then do this for one year. 365 days. Then my mildly OCD brain went into major revolt and so to appease him, I made the decision to use 365 words in writing each “blurb.” Gotta love symmetry. Plus, this ensures that I at least make an attempt at writing something substantial and being really thankful for it though at this point I’ve realized how long 365 words really are. “How long is 365 words?” Well, 365 words are enough words to make me not thankful for something and instead complain about how long 365 words are. This is counterproductive to say the least and makes me quite prone to rambling.

    However, in the effort of honesty and consistency, I’m making this introductory post have 365 words as well. This brings up a quandary as now if I really post 365 things that I’m thankful for, then this blog will have 366 posts and my poor little brain is threatening to have an aneurysm. So to again placate it, I’ll throw in one thing I’m thankful for just so I have something here and can save the aforementioned quandary for later. I’m thankful for keyboards, they helped me type this.