I have to admit, I favor Chris the most of the Groban brothers (as if that was ever called into question). I got curious about Josh because of all the blabber on Chris’ blog. I had to know what the deal was about him. Now, I know what you’re thinking… “But he’s been around for like 10 years, how do you not know about him!??!” It’s simple. I listen to artists like Slipknot, Hatebreed, Marilyn Manson etc. Need I say more? I don’t watch a whole lot of movies either, which is why I missed him singing on movies like Troy and Polar Express.
I tried so hard to get into Josh’s music because I love the power of his voice. He’s pretty funny more often than not and he’s not terribly hard to look at. I tried! I really did! So, I bought a ticket, thinking that I’d really get into his style and really love his concert.
I’ve seen a lot of ugliness the past couple of days from *SOME* of his fans. Not all, a lot are very cool. There’s just a certain level of disgust I can handle before I need to walk away. I reached my point when I saw an explosion of malice and unjust egotisim when he jokingly tweeted about having a substitute in Portland. I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t care about making money off of this ticket. I don’t even know if it’s legal to do that anyway. It hurts to lose $86 but whatever.
So… a nosebleed ticket for his concert in Madison Square Garden is available. I have a picture to prove it if necessary. I don’t want to see a ticket go to waste. I should have spent the $17 for the opportunity to… return?… the ticket via Ticketmaster but I was in financial straits at the time.
Please let me know if you or anyone you know wants this. Thanks.
I’ve noticed that when something upsets me, like a blog or a series of tweets, I can’t stop reading until I’ve seen the whole thing. Other women do this too. Why do we do this to ourselves? It’s like we become the world’s biggest masochist and we just keep inflicting pain upon ourselves! Do we not have a level where we just can’t take it anymore and stop digging through whatever is upsetting us?
An argument is one thing. You generally know where that started so it’s no mystery. So, maybe I’m answering my own question here. Do we torture ourselves when reading messages because we have a profound curiosity and desperate need to comprehend the issue? Or are we just downright nosey for no reason?
I wish, for the sake of my blood pressure and stress level, I could quit abusive habits.
I’m HUNGRY! And, if you read my last post… I have Fall on the brain.
What comes to my mind when I think Fall? Pumpkin, chili, cranberries and chocolate.
Now, I love and adore pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, pumpkin tassies, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin parfaits, pumpkin scones etc.
Well… what if pumpkin, chili, cranberries and chocolate got mixed together? Did you just get a little sick? Stick with me, people. I know it sounds a tad awkward. But think about it. Mole has chocolate in it and mole is the bomb! This doesn’t take a long time to make at all and is really easy.
What you’ll need:
1 pound lean ground beef
1 chopped onion
2 minced garlic cloves
1 tbsp olive oil
1 chopped green bell pepper
2 15oz cans diced tomatoes (if you can find it with green chilis in it, get it!)
1 large shredded carrot
1/2 cup corn kernels (frozen or fresh work)
1/2 cup pureed pumpkin
2 tbsp Hershey’s Special Dark unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 - 1 cup water
2 tbsp chili powder
1 15oz can whole berry cranberry sauce
2 15oz cans chili beans. I like a nice mix of beans, so I use one can of black beans and one can of kidney beans.
How you do it:
Saute the onions and garlic in olive oil over medium heat until they’re translucent. Then, add the pepper and carrot, then saute for another 3 minutes or so. Add the ground beef and saute until it’s browned, breaking up any chunks as you go. Drain off the extra fat. Add the tomatoes, chilis and enough water to give it the consistency you want. Then, add the pumpkin, chili powder and corn. Drain the chili beans and add them to the mix and the cranberry sauce. If the mix is too thick for you, continue adding water until you like it.
Let this simmer at a very low temp for about 10 minutes, stirring only occasionally. Add the cocoa powder and simmer for about 5 minutes.
Taste and adjust the seasoning to your liking. As with pretty much anything, this tastes the best served the day after because all the flavors have had time to really marry.
I serve this in cast iron bowls (it appeals to the history freak in me but you can serve them in anything you want to), add shredded cheese, avocados, freshly chopped onions and cilantro.
This is incredible with some honey cornbread and a good brewski.
May I ask a personal favor….. Only some of you will do it and I know who you are. If you know someone who fought cancer and won, or fought cancer and died, or someone who is still fighting please reblog this as a mark of respect and in remembrance.
Being a fan of cramming things in my piehole means I read things on the internet about stuff to cram in there. A lot. And I vicariously devour the photos and the recipes, bones, hair and all. Okay, there’s no bony or hairy recipes I’m into, it’s a fucking metaphor. Just listen for a minute.
I’ve realized that there are many assholes and jackasses in this world. I thought once upon a time that I thought I could judge people well and could weed them out (most of them I have, but shit happens). I was young, blind and naive and I should have bailed out years before I have. Since then,…
My boss and coworkers continually slander my name, take advantage of my inability to decline and are unjustly belligerent towards me. They get to sit back and barely meet the quota set to us and yet, my boss endorses their behavior. If I so much as get up to get a drink, he’s threatening to write me up for insubordination. Yes, I can be difficult and moody but not to the degree which would warrant this kind of treatment.
They also find humor in flinging rubber bands at each other. This is beyond my scope of humor apparently. This is a business, not a play yard. The whispering and gossiping has nearly driven me to the point of snapping in anger, yet the human resources department sees nothing they can do for me.
I’m putting in my notice this afternoon. I just can’t take this any longer.
A man walks into a bar and asks the tender for a glass of water. The tender pulls out a shot gun and shoots at the man, barely missing him. The man thanks him and lays down a generous tip. Why the thanks? Why the tip?
I was the only female in the Pizza Hut just now where I had placed an order online. I ordered potato bites. The first guy that was helping me was sucking on a Monster and apologized, saying that he was trying to wake up. I told him I had been doing the same thing all day. He asked me where I worked and I told him, adding that it sucks. He said working at the Hut sucked too and I responded by telling him my brother worked at one a few years ago. Another guy came out with my order and the first guy called me Sol instead of Solange. I paid for it and just as I pushed the door open, the first guy turned to the second guy and was like “She’s hot” to which his coworker replied “Yeah, I’d do her.” Gee… thanks guys! Dinner was great.
Shyness had made me so deficient in empathic experience that I could only view social life in terms of risk rather than opportunity. The best way to manage that risk, I thought, was to be unapproachable but legibly fascinating at a distance, to present myself as an object to be read but with a message that’s inscrutable and fleeting, one that could convey the complexity of the real me without reducing it to something superficial. I could not get past the wish to broadcast my identity without having to interact with anyone.
Facebook, of course, caters to that desire.
I can see how Facebook is extremely conducive to this, and explains why people begin to resent their friends on Facebook based on the barrage of images presented to them. There is a pretty big disconnect between how a person lives his or her daily life and the life presented on Facebook.
I am probably the MOST indecisive person anyone has ever met. I was so set on moving back to New York City but then I got cold feet because of the 12% unemployment rate and the fact that I would need 100% wage increase. The chances of getting a job without living in NYC already is like a snowball surviving Hell.
So, I decided Boston. Boston has 9% unemployment rate, it’s pretty great and people are already giving me calls… even though they’re all sales jobs. New York keeps calling me. And it’s not because of guys that are there at all. I don’t know why I want to go back to NYC. I guess I miss Central Park, the rain, the energy, the grittiness.
I’m talking to a couple of people, neither of which I have romantic intents for. I can’t stay in Arizona anymore but I can’t risk moving to such an expensive city without a job first. I think I may just go to Boston and stay there until I can get a job in NYC.
Crooked businessmen and politicians arestealing billions of our public money by smuggling black money overseas. Now, after a national outcry, the Government has ratified the UN Convention Against Corruption. But to get our money back we need massive public pressure for prosecutions of the criminals and anAsset Recovery law. Sign the urgent petition:
Yesterday India ratified the UN Convention Against Corruption, but to recover the billions of public money that have been smuggled overseas, the government must start criminal prosecutions and enact an Asset Recovery law.
Our anti-corruption pressure is working — after dragging its feet for six years the Government has taken the first step. But we can’t wait another six years for them to hold these crooked politicians and businessmen to account, or our billions will disappear. Our best chance of getting our money back is a massive public outcry now to get action during the monsoon session of Parliament.
Let’s keep the government under pressure to bring home our stolen money. Click here to sign this petition and share this with everyone — once we reach 100,000 signatures, we’ll deliver the petition to Finance Minister Pranab Mukherjee:
India has lost more money to Swiss banks than any other nation. And our government loses $22 - $27 billion in tax revenue every year because money is sneaked overseas. These huge sums, which make a few very rich, could be funnelled into critical health, education and other programmes.
India has now finally joined the 140 countries which have ratified the UN Convention Against Corruption. Ratifying the anti-corruption Convention provides for asset recovery of illegal earnings and obliges the government to put in place effective laws that would stop corrupt businessmen and politicians being able to stash tax-evaded cash overseas.
Our anti-corruption movement’s increased public outcry has forced the Cabinet to ratify the UN Convention. To make it have impact and get our money back let’s ramp up the pressure for immediate prosecutions and an Asset Recovery law. Click below to sign and forward this email to everyone:
The people’s movement against corruption in India is exploding. Supported by over half a million of us, Anna Hazare sent a powerful message to our government — the people demand accountable and honest politics. Buckling under the power of our call, Parliament agreed to include civil society members in the drafting of the Jan Lokpal Bill — a huge win for the fight against corruption in all levels of government. Let’s keep the pressure on and make sure the stolen billions are returned to India.
Theres a hint of aggression that lurks inside, With the urge to cry, theres a man inside who refuses, To be taken down by the helpless and the useless, Purge me from this world, I’ve only been a nuisance, To myself and my enemies that want to see me on my knees, Theres no end, to this frustration…
I have a few stories going. I know where I want them all to go and I know what I should write to get there. Yet, I can’t make myself write. I think I’m getting caught up with moving cross country and trying to date, etc. I want to write, I really do! I was so excited about On the Stage… I don’t know where my fire went. I feel bad for the delay on all of them.