wash, dry, fold

Alphabet Truck by Eric Tabuchi

via inspire me, now!

right now on my browser:

gourmet’s favorite cookies 1941-2008 (via nrg)

(via the talented marc johns‘ tweet)

time magazine all time 100 novels (via yotam)

Patz the cat from SHANIDAN.COM on Vimeo (via yotam)

yoobot (via twitter friend jamopo)

and the amazing freezebubbles (via boing boing)

two days ago, when noni came home from work he noticed pjuske was barely breathing.

he rushed her over to the animal hospital where the doctor determined the cancer had spread too much.

during the surgery she stopped breathing and noni had to decide whether the doctor should try and revive her. it was not an easy decision to make, but noni finally decided to let her go.

yesterday i accompanied him to bury little pjuske. we buried her between the cypress trees circling a field of yams.

pjuske originally belonged to my aunt, nina.

nine years ago nina got sick and had to go to the hospital for checkups. she asked me to watch over pjuske while she’s away.

nina never got better and pjuske stayed with me for a while. but we didn’t get along too well, so after a while she moved to my brother’s where she was much happier.

i know it’s naive, but we take comfort in believing that nina was waiting for her and that pjuske has finally returned home.

i like to credit the people who refer me places, but sadly i can’t remember how i got to malingering’s world which, in my opinion, is an excellent blog.

malingering testifies: i take the photos in a (futile) attempt to expose the ridiculous world around me.

in the post there’s trying and there’s trying too hard she writes:

hate to tell you this, but your baby doesn’t appreciate the effort you put into your makeup this morning. In fact I’m guessing it thinks you look a little trashy. That’s what it would say if it could talk. But babies can’t talk, they’re stupid.

link to malingering’s flickr photostream

earlier this evening my beautiful new sweatshirt was stained by random spills of bleach lurking about in the house.

since this happened before the kids went to sleep, i constrained my anger and just wondered how and why.

i tried very hard not to become bitter.

my new conduct allows me to release my anger after 9pm, but when the time came, i didn’t feel angry - just very pissed.

michal miller

that’s me in my new tamar kirshberg sweatshirt.

note the big pot of cholent (with no cholent inside since i was in the process of serving it). this was the first time i made cholent and it came out pretty good. but i don’t think i will prepare it again any time soon, because it’s just too much hassle.

yotam always sends me the best items.

i like them so much, i gave him a tag.

but it seems a tag is not enough. he deserves more.

he needs a designated space.

this is why i came up with a weekly post called “yotam’s post”. (brilliant. i know)

i said weekly, but i can’t really commit to that. maybe i’ll forget to post or not feel like it. maybe yotam will be too busy to send me stuff (or really stress out by this because i haven’t told him yet).

ok. here goes. sweet meats by lauren venell:

and a mind boggling animation by paul robertson:

curiosity shoppe online

via twitter friend nitzan brumer

more fake meat in the next post

noah and i love flippy cat’s domino channel on youtube.

he did an awsome happy new year video for 2009.

here’s the one he did last year.

i plan to make one over the weekend (plus a smaller one for noah)

imagine how neat my closet will be after i use it.

right now my clothes are thrown in chaos in the closet.

i fold and put away everyone’s clothes (when i eventually get to it), but my own clothes i form into a ball and stuff into whichever compartment is available.

no wonder i stress so much whenever i have to leave the house.