When I go on vacation, I tend to thoroughly clean my apartment before I leave. Because I know when I get home, vacation stuff will erupt from my suitcase and it will take me at least a week to get all the bits and pieces back to where they belong. As of this writing, my suitcase is still on the living room floor, reminding me there are some clean clothes in it I should consider wearing this week.
It has also reminded me there are many marvelous things about Asheville I have yet to convey on this blog. So here they are.
Two minutes into my trip to Asheville, I spotted a girl in a tie-dyed tanktop hula-hooping down the street. The majority of folks I have met since then haven’t been so stereotypical. But stereotypes exist for a reason, and Asheville pretty much lives up to its hippy rep.
There’s a squirrel who has been raiding the bird feeder on my porch. The last time I caught her munching on birdseed, she did this parkour-style escape in which she bounced off the side wall onto my card table then launched himself over the porch railing into a nearby tree.
This video is not nearly as dramatic, but you’ll get the idea of how Ninja Squirrel operates.
Yesterday’s Supreme Court decision was worrying for many reasons. It’s a setback for women’s health and it may give penny-pinching corporations enough wiggle room to back out of paying for contraception that should be part of comprehensive health care. Most disturbingly, it grants an inordinate amount of power to corporations to impose religious beliefs on its employees–a power not even granted to our federal government.
While sitting around a table at 1:30 AM with a group of drunken swearing comics, a profound thought crossed my mind. Then an urgent need to piss shoved it out of the way.
Fortunately the thought hung out in the back of my mind through the beers I had, the late-night Wendy’s run, and me waking up on my couch with my cat on my stomach wondering why Netflix was telling me I watched six episodes of Scrubs when I thought I’d put on Star Trek.
After incubating for a few more hours of sleep in my real bed, here I am writing that thought down.
That face. That’s me discovering my trail mix contained chocolate-covered espresso beans. Said trail mix was unceremoniously launched into the trash.
Me and coffee don’t get along. I resent coffee for smelling so delicious yet tasting so unbearably bad. Coffee smells like heaven in a cup, but tastes like someone roasted chalk over a fire. And YES, I have tasted chalk through a childhood dare. I can say unequivocally that it’s a horrible way to get more minerals in your diet.
Something glorious happened. I’m not as connected to the biomedical community as I used to be, so it took me a week to hear about it. But my celebration over the fact that NIH has FINALLY declared that animal testing should include both male and female animals was no less intense.
I know the Japanese have a fondness, a sometimes bizarre fondness, of all things cute and cuddly. What I discovered today is that Japan has WHOLE ISLANDS dedicated to cute animals.