God Bless You, Mr. Radiator
Despite everyone's assertion that this is the warmest January Boston has seen in 10 years, I wake up every morning, shivering beneath my down duvet, wondering whether today is the day my toes will be amputated for frostbite. I hit snooze at least once--not to sleep, mind you, but to have another 10 minutes to convince myself that the warmth of the shower will outweigh the brutal cold of the arctic steppe that is my hallway. In one swift motion, I jump out of bed, grab my fluffy yellow robe, throw it over my shoulders, and dash for the bathroom, where I turn the shower on to at least 210 degrees (Fahrenheit, of course--two hundred degrees Celsius would kill me). After a skin-annihilating 15 minutes, I am finally warm enough to go get dressed, though the temptation to get back into bed is strong.
Indeed, we have saved $210 on our heating bill this month by making our apartment cold enough that I want to die. I'm not sure which is worse--hating my life or paying another $50 to the Energy Gods--but I am glad the bill is less. Love ya, Dusty!
Even more depressingly, I stumbled across the National Priorities Project's website this morning. The site keeps a running total of the amount spent on the Iraq war (as measured by Congressional appropriations) and allows users to compare this cost to other programs, like education and healthcare. As of right now, by their calculations, we could fully fund world AIDS programs for 23 years (assuming, I suppose, that the programs and the number of people they serve stays constant, etc.). Similarly, we could provide basic immunizations for the world's kids for 79 years. (Okay, so I'd imagine this is based on the number of kids alive now, and doesn't take into account the fact that there will be many, many more kids in 80 years than there are now, but that's not the point.) I'm not even going to finish my thought here; if you can't see that it's far more worthwhile to immunize kids or treat AIDS than it is to fight a hopeless war over oil and wounded pride, then you are a fucking idiot. Ahem.
On to happier things: we're having another Guest Chef Night with Jesse this Friday. I'm not sure if I mentioned the last one, for which he made Curry-Fredo with Potato Awesome, but it was fun and the food turned out much better than he thought it did. (The only real problem was that the Potato Awesome was less cooked than it should've been, but this was easily remedied with some quick microwave magic.) Nonetheless, Jesse did a lot of fretting and nervous smoking (on the porch, Dusty, don't worry), so he's going to "redeem" himself with some other delightful dish this Friday. New additions: a bakeoff between Katherine and yours truly, and the Return of RaNo (!!!). Stay tuned for hilarious tales of lentil masterpieces and bold baking.
Indeed, we have saved $210 on our heating bill this month by making our apartment cold enough that I want to die. I'm not sure which is worse--hating my life or paying another $50 to the Energy Gods--but I am glad the bill is less. Love ya, Dusty!
Even more depressingly, I stumbled across the National Priorities Project's website this morning. The site keeps a running total of the amount spent on the Iraq war (as measured by Congressional appropriations) and allows users to compare this cost to other programs, like education and healthcare. As of right now, by their calculations, we could fully fund world AIDS programs for 23 years (assuming, I suppose, that the programs and the number of people they serve stays constant, etc.). Similarly, we could provide basic immunizations for the world's kids for 79 years. (Okay, so I'd imagine this is based on the number of kids alive now, and doesn't take into account the fact that there will be many, many more kids in 80 years than there are now, but that's not the point.) I'm not even going to finish my thought here; if you can't see that it's far more worthwhile to immunize kids or treat AIDS than it is to fight a hopeless war over oil and wounded pride, then you are a fucking idiot. Ahem.
On to happier things: we're having another Guest Chef Night with Jesse this Friday. I'm not sure if I mentioned the last one, for which he made Curry-Fredo with Potato Awesome, but it was fun and the food turned out much better than he thought it did. (The only real problem was that the Potato Awesome was less cooked than it should've been, but this was easily remedied with some quick microwave magic.) Nonetheless, Jesse did a lot of fretting and nervous smoking (on the porch, Dusty, don't worry), so he's going to "redeem" himself with some other delightful dish this Friday. New additions: a bakeoff between Katherine and yours truly, and the Return of RaNo (!!!). Stay tuned for hilarious tales of lentil masterpieces and bold baking.
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