Capricious Me

I keep intending to do food related posts, since the majority of the pictures on my camera are of food. I spend the weekend in SF with a friend from Wellesley. After brunch, we headed towards Union Square for some shopping to lighten both our wallets and weight. (What is it about being a twenty-something and all of a sudden feeling this adoration and love for all sorts of kitchen gadgetry and equipment?)

We stopped by a Forever 21, and there I saw the saddest looking man (pictured) sitting near the dressing rooms, presumably waiting for his female counterpart to reemerge. I couldn’t help being amused despite pitying him. There he was, surrounded by gaudy scarves and sales racks, nearly immobile from boredom as lines and lines of young women waited with their loot. He was not alone in his misery. On another floor, I saw a young man looking quite shell shocked as he stood motionless against a wall. Later, as I waited for my friend at the checkout, I saw yet another young man sitting on the bottom shelf of something or other, trying to amuse himself and ignoring the wild colors and patterns around him.

Poor, poor guys. I hope they made it out ok. If I, as a female, cannot tolerate the chaos that is Forever 21, how can they?

I thought I had my heart set on Winter Metallic Gray for the 2010 Prius, but now I’m having second thoughts and considering the Barcelona Red…

Why don’t they have one that’s mostly gray or white with lime green accents? (Because I’d probably regret it in a few years, but in my love for all things lime green phase, I am blind to sense.)

And traffic was awful today. A commute that should have taken me 10 min at most took more than half an hour. Most of the hold up was due to the fact that they shut down one lane of Page Mill, really close to where the Alma traffic merges on to it… (That area’s already a bottleneck for traffic.) I should have just WALKED.

As a Macbook pro owner, I do try to use some of the Apple software that they try, not so subtly, to ram down my throat. Some of these include Quicktime, which is a piece of shit, but is apparently crucial to Itunes, yet another pile of steaming turds. When you install Itunes, it inevitably wants to install Bonjour and Mobileme and Quicktime. All I want to do is transfer some music to my iPod. I don’t need those other little floaters that add bloat!! But I digress… after all, the subject of my fury today is Safari.
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I stopped by a Shell station on my way home for gas (as luck would have it, the gas guzzling Acura requires premium only) and had just done the whole credit card, zip code thing when the previously silent screen above me suddenly greeted me. To be honest, I mostly ignored it until I heard someone else’s screen greet them. At that point, I thought about Wall-e.

There’s a scene in Wall-e where he’s wheeling himself home, and every time he passes by a screen it suddenly flickers to life and spouts some advertisement. This benign greeting at Shell is a taste of what’s to come, I’m sure. Wall-e like advertisements with proximity sensors are the future billboards of tomorrow. Perhaps they’ll rely on solar or wind energy to keep themselves fully charged, with some sort of light sensor to alter volume controls. Silence will be a thing of the past.

Hacking these ads will be the next generation of graffiti…

I’m listening to Vampire Weekend on REPEAT. M79, in particular, makes me so incredibly happy. It starts out all Baroque-ish with a harpsichord and strings and lovely cello (i’m a sucker for cellos)… adds a modern beat, and then it turns into this Caribbean sounding thing and it just switches back and forth between the two and IT WORKS. According to Wikipedia, they are “influenced by both African popular music and Western classical music.”

And ok. OK. I didn’t think it could get better, but in a very charming, raw kind of way, here they are LIVE.

I finally got around to watching the season finale of Desperate Housewives… and Bree, who is my favorite of the housewives, had this awesome line, “The man put CHIVES in my Parisian salad! He should be in a strait-jacket!”