Last night I had the worst pizza of my life, probably.

The jizzum pizza in Queens was more unappetizing.

But this pizza was something I'd been looking forward to for a while and was just so obviously going to be a disappointment. The foreseeable, inevitability of it's poor quality and the entire surrounding environment of wrongness was the bottom.

I don't know why I didn't take control and get good pizza, but I think it has something to do with Taoism and pity.

Birthday Cake--I should have remembered

This weekend it wasn't what I bought, but what I failed to buy.

The people who criticize me for not paying enough attention are right (as are the ones who say I pay too much attention).

I'm not keeping track of everything I buy this year so this blog has fallen out of use. But a notable purchase this weekend was a Tapioca, Jasmine? Ice Milk, Huckleberry float at Suzette. A lovely afternoon sweet treat.

I said yes to the make-up counter girl's offer to try on lipstick and ended up with a make-over Friday and some Yves St. Laurent stuff.

Today was goof-off day and I bought some stuff at Cargo in the Pearl District.

I'm probably a little too excited about Liberty of London at Target.

My new favorite recipe is macaroni and cheese with Trader Joe's goat milk cream cheese tossed with pasta oregano salt and tomatoes. I bet it would be better with spinach but I was in a hurry to eat.

I listened to Susan Piver talk about her book The Wisdom of a Broken Heart and Shambala meditation on Pathways before getting out of bed yesterday. It didn't sound like anything new but I took some momentary comfort in the familiar.

I haven't been able to process the Professor John Hall, Zack Bucharest story from 3/6 though.

I've been chilled but there's more sun each day. I have a lot of fruit from a big family brunch. My nieces are all doing great, more fearless than me.