Lilith and Kitchen Secrets

Wake up, next thing I know I am cruising around on the D.C. metro system headed in the direction of Silver Spring. Then it was light conversation with Miriam (in which she rendered cliff note versions of some of the more interesting stories in the Jewish tradition) and a quick meet up with Paul who was on break from working at borders. The pho was very good, very meaty. Then it was a stop at Cake love then a 30-minute orrienteering session on the D.C. metro. Made it back to where my mom was waiting, feel asleep listening to some CNN affliated news program in the car. Then it was home in time to refuse dinner and curl up with a movie (Hannah and her Sisters). Then it was Down in the Valley, which I had wanted to see for a while even though the reviews were bad, I felt like anything Ed Norton touches has to have some sort of delicious blonde highlighted center (I think I might have been wrong...I am still not sure how I feel about that movie). After that was digging into Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. I've been reading a lot of weird non-fiction stuff these days, it seems my quest for knowledge in comitragic ancedote form has a lot to look forward to. I devoured Bourdain's book, I had to make myself stop reading it 200 pages in or else I knew I would be up all night. So here I am to make another list & then go to bed.

Something New (in which the main character taps into her middle-class roots)
- A whole day without word from my LDL (long-distance lover), though I of course noticed I was comfortably nonpulsed.
- Horrible new character trait of relatively well organized comparison shopping. This is something I have feared for a long time. However in my defense its the first time and hopefully the last and its for a good cause (my LDL's birthday gift).
- An increasing urge, which has been building for a few months to become a slumin' foodie (basically eating anything that has an element of novelty and trying not to be pretenious about it...and really just to try to eat at new places)

Something Borrowed
- Excitement over one of the stories Miriam told me about over lunch, that of the Lamedvavniks. According to this story in certain Jewish traditions is that in the world at any given time are 36 just men who feel the pain of the entire world and suffer greatly. Added to this is the neccesary element of not being recognized as one of the truly just. To quote a section of wikipedia, "On very rare occasions, one of them is 'discovered' by accident, in which case the secret of their identity must not be disclosed. The lamed-vavniks do not themselves know that they are one of the 36. In fact, tradition has it that should a person claim to be one of the 36, that is proof positive that he is certainly not one. Since the 36 are each exemplars of anavah, ("humility"), having such a virtue would preclude against one’s self-proclamation of being among the special righteous. The 36 are simply too humble to believe that they are one of the 36." Also if you are wondering why 36 as I did...apparently it is historically considered an important number.

Something Blue:
- Overall feeling of restlessness I seem to be prone to these days. My gemini-ness has been out of control this week.